#shigiraki fluff

[rissouu]

they do the “i got another girl pregnant” prank!

pairings: ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro, choso kamo, gojo satoru, shota aizawa, hawks, and shigiraki!

warnings: angst, mentions of killing, and etccc!

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©rissouu 2024 (feel free to request anything guys! i’ll get to it as soon as i can, just be sure to read my rules before requesting.)

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[mwah-chia]

chat i may be delusional but I full heartedly believe if shigaraki was real i could pull him

[hotch33tos22]

Tomura Shigaraki X reader

“Stupid Questions.”

You were sitting on the bed, your back rested on the backboard. Tomura laid in between your tights as he played his most rageful games.

"Tomu..." you softly spoke as you twirled and played with his soft puffy hair.

He groaned as he felt your gentle fingers play with his locks, but he didn't dare move. In his mind he was more focused on the game, and he did not want to lose.

"..What..?"

"Can I ask you a question?..." you almost whispered as you looked down on him.

He grumbled under his breath as you questioned him mid-game. He felt annoyed, but he decided to answer in the end.

"What."

"What do you like about me?.." you spoke out as your heart thumped patiently waiting to hear what he had to say.

The question surprised him as he paused his game, giving you a side-eye glance.

He remained silent for a few seconds as if thinking, before he finally spoke.

'...Why do you ask...?"

He tried to maintain his usual emotionless demeanor, but the fact he paused the game spoke volumes on his genuine curiosity.

"just wondering..." your took a strand of his hair as you twirled it letting it go to turn into a somewhat curly spiral

He watched you play with his hair, your soft touch feeling nice on his head, and his usual stoic expression softened a bit.

"...Don't ask me stupid questions when I'm in the middle of a game."

He grumbled, his focus shifting to the game as he un-paused and continued playing.

"Oh..." your heart stopped thumping fast as your lips quivered,

"right..." you replied as you looked up to see him play to distract your mind instead.

He could feel your disappointment, and a tinge of guilt tugged at him. He was never one for sweet words, but he hated the thought of disappointing you in any way.

He took a sidelong glance at you, noticing your sad expression, which made him feel even more guilty. He grumbled under his breath, hesitating before he finally spoke again.

"I like... how gentle you are with me."

Your face quickly lid up , You tried to hide your happiness at his response as you looked down at him waiting to hear what else he had to say.

He felt a subtle blush creeping across his cheeks, uncharacteristic for him. He was clearly not used to this but continued nonetheless, trying to keep up his indifferent appearance.

"You... You know how to deal with me when I'm angry, you... don't push me too hard, and you..."

He stumbled over his words for a moment, searching for what to say next.

“..You know how to deal with me and you... tolerate my bullshit."

He muttered, his usual stoic veneer cracking a bit. He hated being vulnerable like this, but he also hated not giving you what you wanted.

He kept his eye on the game, avoiding your gaze.

If it was anymore possible your lips widen at his words, it felt nice being told that he liked about you...it was rare to see this side of Tomura... and you love it.

He could feel your eyes on him, and it was driving him insane. He hated being scrutinized like this, it made him feel vulnerable and exposed.

He wanted to look at you, but at the same time he didn't. He was torn between his usual grumpy indifference and wanting to give you the attention you wanted.

He grumbled under his breath, his grip on the game controller tightening.

'..Stop looking at me like that."

"Can't help it..."

His breath hitched at your response. He tried to maintain his composure, but he could feel his heart racing as he heard the playful tone in your voice.

He kept his focus on the game, but he was starting to lose his concentration. He was now more focused on how you were looking at him, and it was making him feel all sorts of things he didn't expect.

'..You're such a pain in the ass."

He grumbled, his hands feeling slightly sweaty against the controller.

"You wanna know what I like about you?"

You hummed as you took your eyes off him and watched him play.

He huffed in annoyance, but he was still paying attention to your words. He continued playing, albeit more distracted now due to your question.

He didn't respond, but he gave a small nod, indicating for you to continue.

"I like your protective...." You hummed with a smile plastered on you as you cupped his cheeks softly enough to not distract him.

His shoulders tensed slightly as you cupped his cheeks, but he leaned into your touch all the same. His heart thudded in his chest at your words, and he had to force himself to keep his focus on the game.

He grumbled under his breath, his cheeks feeling warm against your hand.

'Keep going."

You softly giggled at his words but even so you continued.

"I like it when although you're mad you still tell me to be careful or to take care when you have to go and never let me sleep upset..." your thumbs rubbed softly at his cheeks.

He tried to act nonchalant, but he couldn't stop himself from blushing. His face was turning redder by the second as you continued to praise him, and he could feel his heart beating faster and faster.

He grumbled under his breath, trying to disguise his growing embarrassment as irritation.

"...Shut up."

He muttered as he tried to concentrate on the game, but his fingers were starting to slip on the controller.

He was getting more and more flustered as you continued to praise him, and he couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and affection towards you. He knew he should pretend like he didn't care, but deep down he was loving every second of this.

"I love it when you act like you don't care if I'm upset or disappointed... but you still do little acts to cheer me up..." you giggled at the thought.

Tomura's heart thumped wildly in his chest at your words. He loved and hated the fact that you knew him so well. He tried to act like your praise meant nothing to him, but it was clear that it was affecting him greatly.

He tried to keep his focus on the game, but his fingers were now trembling slightly, and he was having a hard time controlling his character.

He grumbled under his breath, blushing even harder now.

'..Don't make me sound soft."

"Oh-!..I also love how cute you look while sleeping...when you pull me in to be closer...your face resting in between my chest."

You laughed as you continued rubbing on his cheeks looking down at his focused eyes on the game.

His face felt like it was on fire. No one had ever seen him like this before, and he was starting to feel overwhelmed.

He was struggling to retain his usual calm composure as you described how he acted when he was vulnerable, and it was making it all the harder to concentrate on the game.

He grumbled again, his voice betraying a hint of embarrassment.

'..Knock it off. I'm trying to play a damn game here."

As you fell silent, he finally had the chance to regain his focus. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He was slowly starting to regain control of the game, but he couldn't completely ignore your presence next to him.

He could still feel your eyes on him, and he knew you were probably still smiling.

It was both annoying and endearing, and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.

He continued playing, but he was more aware of you than he was of the game itself.

"I love you.." you whispered softly as you watched him play

Tomura's fingers froze on the controller at your words. He wasn't used to hearing those words, and it always caught him off guard. He grumbled under his breath, feeling his cheeks heating up again.

He tried to act unfazed and continued playing the game, but his heart was racing.

He wanted to say the same, but the words just wouldn't come out. He was too embarrassed and too stubborn to admit it out loud. Instead, he just grumbled under his breath again and focused on the game, silently hoping you knew how he felt.

He continued playing the game, his mind preoccupied with your words. Your confession had left him feeling a mix of emotions, and he was having a hard time processing it all.

He kept his eyes fixated on the screen, but he was no longer really focused on the game. Instead, he was more aware of your presence next to him, the feel of your hands on his cheeks, and the sound of your voice.

He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice his character dying on the screen until it was too late.

"God damn it..." he cursed as the game over screen appeared. He grumbled under his breath and tossed the controller aside in annoyance, turning his attention back to you.

He looked up at you, his expression a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

You leaned down and nuzzled your nose with his,

"it's okay..." you whispered before pressing your lips against his to calm his frustrations

Tomura's heart nearly skipped a beat as your nose nuzzled against his. He was about to say something snarky, but your quick action shut him up instantly.

He froze for a moment, his mind going blank as he felt the softness of your lips against his. The shock of it all caught him off guard, and he couldn't even react at first.

He was still in a daze from your unexpected kiss, but he instinctively leaned into your touch as you played with his hair. The soothing feeling of your fingers against his scalp was calming, and he found himself relaxing against your thighs.

He closed his eyes, a subtle hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

He tried to stay grumpy and act like this didn't affect him, but deep down, he was secretly loving every minute of it.

He lay there, letting you play with his hair and enjoying the feeling of your fingers caressing his scalp. He was tempted to say something snarky, but he didn't want to ruin the moment.

Instead, he just lay there in silence, his heart racing and his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. On one hand, he was annoyed at how easily you had disarmed him. On the other hand, he was grateful for the comfort and attention you were giving him.

"I love you..." you repeated your words,

Tomura's eyes opened at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat as you repeated those three words. He hated how hearing those words from you made him feel so vulnerable, but at the same time, he couldn't deny that he loved it.

He grumbled under his breath, but this time, his usual bite wasn't there.

"...! love you too..." he muttered quietly, his voice barely audible.

[tyinghershoe]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Unscented |

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

Pairing: Shigarki/Tenko x Reader

Genre: fluff/oneshot/drabble

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

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

They never said Tenko wasn’t human. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

Thank you for reading!

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[kitkat13001]

⋆｡°✩🎃 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚝

>> tomura shigaraki x civilian!reader

>> cursing, reader is scared of horror movies, mentions of serial killers, weapons, typical halloween stuff etc

tomura’s pretty sure your ear-splitting, blood-curdling scream can be heard across the entirety of japan. 

all he had done was tap on your window, same as he had every time he visited you. except that he had done so as you were in the middle of a horror movie, and now he’s pretty sure his ears are bleeding. 

he’s quick to climb inside and cover your mouth, shushing you gently with his arms around you while he waits for your heart rate to return to normal. 

“your neighbors are going to start asking questions,” he grumbles once he lets you go (after you’ve stopped shaking). 

you wave a dismissive hand. “they don’t give a damn. they’re all ten times worse than i am. ‘sides, if any of them give me shit, i’ll just send my evil villain boyfriend after them.”

this elicits a laugh from him. 

you settle back onto the couch while tomura makes himself comfortable, hanging up his coat and taking off his shoes before coming to lay out beside you. 

he squints at the screen, the horrified face of jamie lee curtis staring back at him. “whatcha watchin’ that’s got you so freaked?”

you bunch up the blanket all the way up to your face, burrowing into his side. “halloween, 1978. one of my coworkers bet i was too scared to watch a horror movie, so i’m gonna show her.” you murmur a spiteful ‘bitch’ under your breath and it makes tomura chuckle. 

“oh yeah,” he agrees sarcastically, nudging your leg with his own. “you and your little blanket against the world.”

you shoot him a look, sitting up to glare at him. “i can be brave!”

tomura just stares blankly, not dignifying you with an answer. he knows you can’t, but he doesn’t want to burst your bubble. 

you huff at him before collapsing back against his side, hitting play on the movie. 

the actress is mid-scream—you had to have known based on the way the movie was paused—but you jump anyway when she screeches. 

tomura tries not to laugh. 

it goes on like this for the next hour. you’re watching the movie from behind your blanket, nails digging into tomura’s arm, and he’s watching you as you jump and flinch and bury your face in his side. 

you sit, horrified, as the credits roll. 

“that was awful.”

“yeah,” tomura agrees, throwing a piece of popcorn at the screen. “the kill scenes were shit.”

“but the music was so damn creepy!” you insist, shivering. you lay against him for a while longer, letting the credits roll as you get comfortable. 

tomura’s nearly dozing off when he feels you tug on his sweater sleeve. 

“tomu, i have to pee.”

he peeks one eye open at you to give you a look before he leans his head back again. “okay?”

“come with me!”

“to pee?!”

“what if michael myers is in the bathroom?!” you cry, pulling on his sleeve insistently. 

he groans loudly, grumbling and complaining the entire way to the bathroom as you drag him with you. 

you shove him inside first, flicking on the lights with a yelp. 

“now check behind the shower curtain,” you tell him with a shooing motion. 

“you’re shitting me.”

“tomu!”

he huffs, knocking your curtain aside to check for serial killers. “see? no psychopaths in here.”

“except for you,” you giggle as he scowls at you. you make your way to the toilet, but he flicks the light off and you scream. 

he snickers at your cursing, dodging the roll of toilet paper you throw at him when you come out of the bathroom. 

“you’re such an asshole!”

he pulls you in as you grumble, but succumb to his warm embrace. 

“don’t be such a baby. you know i’d never let anything happen to you. some psycho with a knife’s got nothin’ on me, sweetheart. it’s me they should be scared of.”

you give a little ‘hmph’, but his words ease your nerves a little. that, and the warmth and safety of his arms around you. 

the way you burrow further into him, hands gripping the sides of his hoodie, makes him smile a little. tomura’s not capable of a significant amount of good, being a villain and all. but protecting you is, and will always be, second nature to him. 

i just watched halloween for the first time and was thoroughly creeped out. i hate horror movies, in case it wasn’t obvious. but i wanted to write something for tomura for the spooky season! stay tuned for spooky dabi :p 👻

- 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 !

[sunarinscat]

1:32AM Tomura Shigiraki

“Hey, hold on a second.”

Tomura reached to give you an embrace, but your own hands reached to wrap around wrists first, quickly bringing him to a stop. He stared at you, baffled, and cocked his head to the side, almost as if he was a confused puppy dog. You couldn’t prevent the subtle smile creeping up on you from taking hold of your face.

”Won’t you… yknow.. Decay me or whatever?”

Tomura’s eyes were instantly lit with realization, and you could see him mentally face palm. Despite his foolishness he played it off coyly, making eye contact with you and pulling the corners of his mouth into a haughty smirk.

”Technichally I would only decay that cute little top… witch I personally wouldn’t mind”

You felt your face heat up as he did that thing where he looked at your eyes,and then your lips, then your eyes again. God, this man was going to make you lose your sanity.

”I-I have to be up early tomorrow!” You blurted.

You wished you didn’t or you might’ve let him stay the night.

Tomura’s face lit up in glee as you giggled, feeling a little embarrassed. You allowed your eyes to flutter towards the ground in favor of breaking eye contact with him and his stupid smirk.

”Relax hon, I wasn’t gonna put all my fingers down. Now come give me a hug goodnight.”

You sighed as you gave in, and allowed him to give you a quick squeeze, before stumbling inside to your apartment all giddy and flustered.

You mumbled something to yourself about how that man was gonna be the death of you as you made yourself a cup of something hot to sip. But rethinking the events of the night, you had an idea.

-

A few months later you were hit with a sense of deja vu as Tomura walked you to your apartment door.

“Thanks for today, sweetheart. It sucks I gotta leave early for work tommorow, but I really did have a great time.”

You gave him a little smile as you fumbled through your purse, searching for something.

“Yeah I’m glad we went ahead and celebrated your birthday a day early, but i have one more thing-“

You giggled in anticipation as you pulled out a parcel wrapped in decorative paper and bows.

“It’s for you.”

Tomura’s face lit up with an uncharachteristicly soft glow as he leaned over to give you a peck on the cheeck, and grab the package.

“Awe doll, you’ve already spoiled me rotten today, I dunno what I did to deserve you.”

he said it sarcastically and you returned the favor by rolling you eyes, but you knew he meant it.

“Open it all ready!”

You batted his his lips away from your face as he tried to give you a few more kisses, and encouraged him to open the packaging.

He gently tore the packaging apart, slightly taken back as he pulled out a pair of gloves. They were all fingerless, save the pinky, and were a smooth, comfy fabric that matched his color scheme.

“I knitted them myself”

He looked to you and then back at the gloves.

“You don’t say?” He mumbled quietly.

He slipped them on and wiggled his fingers. In the palm was a little tag that spelled: “I love you! -Y/n”

He blinked his eyes a few times to fight away tears before he wrapped you in the biggest hug. For once he didn’t worry about how many fingers he had on you, all that mattered was your embrace. He lifted you off the ground and spun you. Once he set you down he held your jaw in both his hands and kissed you hard. As you broke away, slightly out of breath, you noticed the tears he wasn’t bothering to fight anymore.

“I love you tomura.”

“I love you more baby. You don’t even realize how much I do.”

“I wish you could stay..”

Tomura grinned.

“Oh would you look at that.”

He was stopped by a fit of coughing.

“I think I’m coming down with a cold. Kurogiri can handle being in charge tomorrow anyways.”

You giggled as he scooped you up in his arms. You spun your keys around your finger and he yanked them out of your hand to unlock the door, kicking it shut behind him.

Author’s Note: Haven’t been on this blog in awhile. I’m back to give it some TLC !Friendly reminder that my asks are open! Don’t be shy to send something my way..

Reposts are always appreciated <3

[koishiro]

Mood board for twice, shigaraki, ojiro and fat gum perhaps if that’s okay? I love twice hes my bbg. ANYWAY I LOVE YOUR BOARDS

Dating Tomura Shigaraki <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : shigaraki would 110% give you dried flowers 🌷🦕

twice, ojiro and fatgum are here!

[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

😔😔😔

[straightforthefl00r]

plants

As soon as he stepped into your apartment, one hot day, he knew he was done for as his eyes started to water. It only took fifteen minutes for it to fully kick in. Tomura was surprised it didn’t happen sooner.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” He sighed, rubbing his face, an hour into his stay.

“What is it?”

He sneezed again — the twelfth time today.

You looked up from your laptop and into the corner where Tomura was sitting like a slug in your beanbag, his DS on the floor and face buried in the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Bless you.”

He didn’t even lift his head up.

“I am going to fucking dust your plants.”

You made a squawk of indignation. You glanced around your apartment at the plethora of plants you had artfully placed around (you were particularly proud of the pink hoya plant that had just started blooming) and finally landed back in the corner where Tomura was slouching. To be honest, if it were up to you, your apartment would have even more plants, if only there were more space on your windowsill.

He was now glaring at you, as if you could rid his hay fever with one wave of your hand but simply chose not to. The veins in his eyes were reminiscent of a spider’s web, making his red eyes look like an abyss of scarlet. He let out a scoff as you rolled your own eyes at him.

“I did say to buy those allergy tablets.”

“Just get rid of them!”

You let out an exaggerated hum and tapped your finger steadily on your chin.

“I wonder who’s beanbag you’re sitting on right now, because I don’t think it’s yours, Shimura!”

Suddenly, Tomura stood up from his corner and stalked over towards you, nearing the plant on your table.

“Hey! Just what do you think you’re doing?”

You snatched your beloved plant from the table and cradled it in your arms, turning your body sideways, away from the hayfever-ridden assailant.

“…”

“Why the hell are you smiling like that??”

“My hands are itchy, that’s all. That shrub looks like it’s begging for scratch too.”

[kaiquesnest]

With that- please, don't feel afraid to request anything!

I primarily prefer to focus on people like Hawks and other pro heroes and villains (Like Mirko! Or Dabi, Toga, Twice, Spinner, Compress, Stain, Shigiraki, etc!), but I have no problem doing others as well (Such as Class 1-A and Class 1-B)

My asks are always open, and I do promise to get them answered as quickly as I can!

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[deadhands69]

A New End: Villain Origin

MDNI

this one is sfw but the series contains eventual smut

Tomura Shigaraki x gn/afab reader

Warnings/Content/etc: swearing, light mentions of violence, eventual spoilers, and eventual smut.

this is the intro - part 1

|\/\/\| villain origin |/\/\/|

You were promised a future. 

Somehow your future vision quirk got you through the entry exams and into UA high. Congratulations, here's a new home, new classmates, and a great big glowing ball of hope. You'd do well in school, study under Nighteye, and go on to become a pro hero. 

Don't fuck it up. 

Your quirk isn't without its limitations though: you only see the future of decisions that emotionally impact you. Sometimes you don't consciously see visions at all, feeling a strong pull most would call “extreme intuition” but you always knew it was your quirk guiding you. 

When you arrive at school, being placed in a room full of people who've spent their lives being praised for their flashy abilities, you don't fit in. They make sure you know that. Most of them, that is. Some just don't say anything to stick up for you at all. Some heroes they’ll be. It would be impossible to care enough about any of your classmates to have useful premonitions so you might as well have been quirkless. 

In a class of what were supposed to be your peers, you felt alone. Isolated. That's why, when your quirk kicked in during a mock battle showing you the way to win, you didn't just take the victory. You annihilated the other team, putting four of them in the hospital. Every asshole treating you like an outcast being victimized and praised while you were the bad guy. 

That's how you got kicked out of UA. Left sitting on the sidelines while they all became pro heroes. 

From that day on, it felt like you were drifting through life. Searching for something but never quite finding out what it is. 

Walking into this dingy bar, you should feel something like fear. But you don't. The intuitive side of your quirk brought you to this place, nearly forcing your footsteps as you shadow Girian. 

“Who do we have this time,” a raspy voice calls out.

“You’ll like this one, more polite than the others. And, they have a future vision quirk,” answers Girian. You can feel the annoyance in his voice as if he’s had this conversation a few too many times and is sick of explaining himself.

“Got it. What’s your name?” the blue haired man at the bar asks.

“[L/N][Y/N],” you reply. Getting a better look at him, he looked more intimidating on TV. Here, he’s just a regular guy with a really weird hand mask. 

“Okay then, do your thing, [L/N].” 

“I-,” you stutter. It feels like UA all over again. But would your quirk lead you back to that situation again? You don’t think so. “It doesn’t work that way.”

For the first time, his blood red eyes look in your direction. He doesn’t even bother to hide the cringe beneath the hand covering his face.

Well, it was worth trying. Time to go. 

As you turn to leave, the raspy voice rings out again.

“Wait, where are you going? We aren’t done talking. So much for manners…” he trails off muttering to himself.

“What else is there to talk about? I thought I could be useful to you but I’m not being treated like an outcast again.”

“HA!” you flinch, his laughter catching you off guard. “You think you’d be the outcast here?”

Admittedly, you hadn’t really thought about it. You knew they were putting together some sort of anti-hero villains league, but having never been a “villain” you still thought you’d feel left out somehow. You never considered, maybe that’s what makes people come here in the first place. 

“We’ll use your quirk. Probably have to keep you around like some sort of oracle so we don’t miss anything. You’ll stay here,” he nods to the smokey man looming behind the bar.

“Right this way,” the cloudy figure gestures to you, “I’ll show you to your quarters.”

Moving from your apartment took all of three trips with one of Kurogiri’s warp gates. Once your bed and dresser were set up, it was just a few boxes of clothes, books, and bits of decor left to move. In spite of looking wispy, you were surprised to find the smokey man is incredibly strong and could carry most of your belongings at once.

Adjusting to your new surroundings has been easier than expected too. While you hadn’t seen your new boss much more than in passing, a few others have come around and some seem nice. You’re excited at the prospect of being able to work with people.

Girian noted you were the first Shigaraki has accepted on the spot, which is encouraging. You’ve never been picked first for any team before. 

Maybe you do belong here.

part 1

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[mwah-chia]

i fear i have sucked the shigaraki x reader tag dry… i cannot find anything i haven’t already read

[hotch33tos22]

Tomura shigaraki x reader

“Shower” (smut)

“Y/n”

You poured cream and sugar into your coffee as you heard your needy boyfriend call your name.

“Hm? What is it tomu?” You softly smile at him as you lift the coffe cup and held it taking a sip.

“I want to shower together.” He demands as he looks at you with pleading eyes across the table.

You spit your your coffee as your eyes wide open in the shock.

“W-what?!?!”

“You heard me.” He looked at you with a serious expression.

“I’ve been playing with my.. “acquaintances” and they’ve informed me that they shower with their girlfriends multiple times.”

You look at him in disbelief he wanted to shower with you because he’s heard of if from his “friends”?!

“let’s go.” He stands up grabbing the coffe cup from your hand placing it on the table as he drags you to the bathroom.

“W-wait tomu-!”

“No I can’t wait.” He replies as he shoves you in the bathroom closing the door behind him locking it.

“C‘Mon hurry and take your close off” he tells you harshly as he starts stripping.

“T-“

“I said strip.”

You sigh as you did what you were told,he wanted to shower with you it couldn’t be bad…

You began to take off your clothes feeling insecure as you removed piece after piece.

“Stop hiding yourself…. You look…good.”

You blushed expectedly at his words, it true you’ve sleeped with tomura but this was a different type of vulnerability. You took of your last piece of clothing as you stood still covering your chest.

His sheepish eyes scanned your body as his cheeks were left with a small tint of blush, he opened the shower door as he turned on the shower head setting it to a good temperature. After some time passed and the water was set he got in signaling with his eyes for you to do the same.

As you got in you felt the lukewarm water touch your body it felt… good. You were turning away from tomura still ashamed before you felt him presses himself against your back feeling his cock touch your ass as his hands moved their way over to your chest.

“finally..” he let out as he began to groap your boobs in circular motion, kissing your neck softly.

You tilted your neck in order to give him more access to it as you moaned his name softly

“T-tomu..” you whined as you felt him place love marks on your neck.

“Turn around.” He commanded as you did what you were told.

You were now facing him as his cock pressed against the top of your pussy hard grinding softly as all you could hear was the water fall.

“Lift up your foot for me princess” he smirked as he lead his hand under your tight helping you lift it as it rested on his arm.

“Hold onto me.” He said in a husky voice.

you knew where this was going and you were here for it. You wrapped both of your hands onto his neck for security as you felt him press his cock on your entrance.

“M..Mhh..” you whined softly as you felt yourself become wet.

“shit. I dont know if it’s you or the water but you’re really turning me on.” He scoffed as he began to teased your entrance.

“t-tomura.. please..” you whined onto his shoulder.

“fuck..fine..” he panted as he slowly pushed himself inside you.

“fuckfuckfuck…” he groaned as he felt himself come harder inside your gummy pussy squeezing him tightly .

“You feel so tight are you trying to break my dick off..” he huffed as his face grew red moving in and out of you slowly.

“fuckkkk..” you whined as your back arched and toes curled by his cock inside you.

“please tomu..please...” you whined and moaned as your felt yourself want more.

He scoffed at your remark as he began to go faster in you.

“H-..heh.. I can see my dick outlined on your stomac..tsk..” he groaned as he pressed on the bump with his free hand.

You moaned loudly at his action as he fastened his pace

“S-so deep..!!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as tour tongue stuck out filling the room with pleasurable lewd moans.

He pressed you against the wall as his hand still held your leg up gaining deeper acces to your pussy.

“Look at me.” He demanded on a groan.

You couldn’t even keep eye contact with him as he thrusted deep inside over and over repeatedly. He leaned into your lips as he bit your lower lips softly pushing his tongue against yours dancing around inside your mouth sucking on it repeatedly.

“Feels so good.. that feels so good..” you moaned on his lips.

“To…-tomura..” you whined as you held onto him tightly feeling your leg give out.

“almost..there..fuck tight.!” He groaned as he felt his cock drop with precut inside your walls as they clenched around him so good.

“H-hng!!!…”

With a final thrust from his teasing cock you came undone on him.

“Ha..ah!!” You moaned out as you felt his cock throb inside you leaking its seed inside.

He gently let down your leg as you clung onto him for support.

“now lets shower..” he panted and smirked in satisfaction as he held onto you tightly.

[tsukiko26]

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Unnfff I wanna grope and objectify Shiggy so bad.

The crusty King deserves to have his big ol tiddies groped

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He does doesn't he?!

Just imagine his bewilderment as you wordlessly walk up to him and bury your face in his godly boobies.

He blinks a few times and awaits an explanation that's unlikely to come, so he just pokes you gently on the shoulder but does nothing to push you away, he enjoys having you close after all— even if your behavior is mostly a mystery to him.

You look up, chin digging into his chiseled inner chest line, and hands reaching to grope his flexing pecs while a cheeky grin appears on your face.

_ "What are you up to now?" the poor guy has long surrendered and given up on trying to figure out how your brain works.

_ "Nothing sweetie, but just stay still for a moment okay?"

He huffs in defeat and lets you have your fun, standing there and looking into the void while you eagerly knead and squeeze his flesh to your heart's desire.

He doesn't ask— nor does he react, not even when the shirt separating him from your impatient clutches does nothing to stop you from chomping on the luscious concealed skin surrounding his perked up nipples, and sucking on the heavenly teats -one at a time- like a hungry kitten.

He's not going to ask, he never does, because frankly, you're not the only one having fun at the moment.

So maybe, just maybe, he'll discard his shirt for you if he's asked nicely..

[thisisxli]

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Vocab:

(n.) Metanoia - the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life, spiritual conversion.

Rs: Tenko Shimura x Mom!reader

Warnings:

angst, bittersweet ending,

traumatized Tenko, scratching,

foreshadowing of death but it's caused by old age

summary: You, someone who doesn't stand out too well with sort of a decent job come across a damaged boy. You take him in your care, watching him grow as you forget you were growing too.

wc: 1.7k

A/N: there's a lot of fluff here guys dw it's just the thought of it that makes it nostalgic and sad.

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The sky was covered in dark clouds, light rain pouring down on the dampened streets, street lamps dimly illuminating the umbrellas of passerbys. The air seemed so grim and so blue, not a lot of people were outside.

You were in your early thirties and you had a casual job, nothing too special with high-income or low-income; to be frank, you were a nurse. You were walking down the sidewalk from work, light rain drops dribbling and rolling off your umbrella, heavy steps of your boots filling up the thick silence in the air.

You were never too outgoing or very quiet either. Neither did you stand out. In the world full of people with superpowers, you were simply in the background.

Your quirk wasn't very too extravagant either. Your ability to control one's circulatory system didn't seem to be very useful out in the hero world, so you just figured it'd be best to stick to the normal life. It wasn't really like you wanted to be one anyway. You realized being a hero can be a lot on a person when you were nine, thinking long and hard about it.

Your thoughts and feet quickly come to a stop at the same time, faintly hearing a child's cry.

It doesn't take you one single thought to quickly rush over in a empty alley to find a child. Your eyes scan over the dark place before spotting a pale blue-haired boy crying to himself.

"Hey... Are you okay?"

The boy whimpers in response as loud hiccups and sobs escape him. Your heart wilts at the sight, crouching down in front of the boy. "Are you alright?" You repeat, quickly scanning over the alley again. "Do you have parents? Are they around?" The boy looks up at you with lachrymose eyes, shaking his head. Your face droops a little. You notice irritation and scratch marks around the eyes and small wounds on his eye and lip.

You didn't want to take the boy so suddenly because what if he did have guardians? What if there were people looking for him?

Then again, there was no one around and you couldn't handle the heartbreak if you left the poor kid out in the wet and cold. You hesitate for a moment before bringing your hand on top of his head, ruffling the wet matted hair. "Why don't you stay at my place, kid? Get you cleaned up, yeah?" The pale boy hiccuped, nodding as soft sobs and short-repeated inhales erupt from him. Surprisingly, the kid was reluctant. You felt really bad. You suddenly felt this strong urge to protect and take care of him.

You gently place your hand on his chest, using your quirk, doing what you do best. You usually do this at the hospital you work at, when patients have panick attacks or when a patients' family start to break down after their death. You start to hear his breathing slow down and stay steady. He wasn't scratching all that much either. You stand up, bringing your hand out in front of you for him to grab. He also stands up, nearly stumbles over his own feet though, looking at your hand warily. Instead of grabbing it, he moves close to your leg. He was sort of resting his head on your thigh and it made you smile warmly. As you both walked, he stayed glued by your side under the umbrella.

When you got to your home, your first thought was to give him a bath.

You turned on the water, dipping your hands in to check the temperature. You hold out your hand towards the boy again which he.. doesn't take again, sadly. You chuckle silently before beckoning him to take off his clothes.

"You'll get a cold if you keep them on. But don't worry, I won't look. I'm only gonna help wash you, okay?"

You look away, covering both your eyes with your hands. You hear him step into the tub, feeling a tug on your pants. You turned your head, seeing the boy's bare back facing you. You warmly smile before turning off the water, grabbing a bowl that was on the side.

"Shh, it's okay," you reassure the boy, trying your best to gently dump water on his head. He starts to scratch his eyes. His scratching had you worried but there wasn't much you could do. You couldn't just tell him to not do it anymore. You definitely need to do something about that scratching.

You pour a good amount of shampoo in your hands before gently spreading it all over his head, making your way to scrub his scalp and untangle parts of his hair. His hair seemed kind of unnatural. Of course it was pretty common for some people to have vibrant colors for their hair naturally but something about the kid made you feel sad. The boy nearly falls asleep in your hands, receiving a light-hearted laugh from you.

"So what's your name?"

The boy fiddles with his fingers underwater, blinking hazily at his reflection. "Tenko... Tenko Shimura."

"That's a nice name! My name's (Y/N) (L/N). You can just call me whatever you want, okay?" You warmly smile at him, taking a scoop of water in the bowl. "Close your eyes, Tenko."

As he does so, water pours over his head, soap running over his face. You pour water again, making sure all the soap was gone. Tenko watches all the dirty gunk and hair float around him, frowning when he starts to think about the past events that occurred not too long ago.

You pour conditioner in your hands, rubbing it in the ends of his hair. You let it sit there before grabbing some bottle, pouring some of it in the bath, swirling and moving your hand in the water to create bubbles. Tenko grabs at the foam of bubbles but when he does, it doesn't decay? His vision starts to get blurry when he doesn't see the bubbles decay. He almost jumps when he feels a warm wet sponge on his back, also coated in soap and bubbles. You scrub over his arms, under, his body, etc. You then pour water over his head, making sure to wash the conditioner away from his hair.

When he was all dried up, he was changed into the clothes your ex left behind. Sure, the clothes were large on him, but luckily you had safety pins for that. You put a safety pin on the boxer and shorts but the shirt.

You nearly squeal because he looked so cute.

About a week later, you find yourself signing papers. Officially adopting Tenko.

You had to or you couldn't get him treated. He seems to have allergies or eczema, any of that sort. And it seems to be because of his quirk, you think. A few days after meeting, he tells you about his quirk, how it destroys anything he touches. Why he couldn't take ahold of your hand. You didn't judge him though, you ruffled his hair when he explained it to you.

You scheduled an appointment for the next week, going over his symptoms. He currently seems to also have insomnia. It broke your heart because he was just too young.

A month goes by and you're applying lotion on his skin before applying cream around his eyes and throat. It seemed to have spread to his throat too. Tenko's lips also tended to become very chapped so you bought healing jelly for that too.

"There, all done Tenko!

How do you feel?"

He shyly looks up to you, fiddling with his shirt. "'S nice.." You give him a tender smile, ruffling his hair gently.

"Tenko Shimura! You get your butt here, right now!"

Tenko grumbles, stomping his way to his room. He recently had turned fourteen and it seemed he'd been having mood swings lately. But you let it slide, you knew how it was being a teenager. When you heard about what happened before he met you, you broke down in front of him. His past broke you so bad, you couldn't imagine how unbearably hurtful it was to have experienced that. But right now, he had nearly started a fight at school. Now he has detention.

You sigh when you hear metal music blast from his room, continuing to fold the rest of the laundry.

"Tenko... I'm so proud of you, my boy," you gazed at the now taller-than-you boy, holding his diploma. He was quick to pull you in for a hug, careful not to touch you with all five fingers.

"I love you, mom." His voice wavers, clutching onto you tightly.

Your eyes widen at his words. That was his first time telling you he loved you and calling you his mom. A cry rips from your throat, clutching onto him tightly. "I love you too, Tenko!" You hiccup, drowning in tears.

"My son! I love you.. my son, so- hck - so much!"

You open your eyes to the sound of a monitor beeping, the sound of the cold air leaving the AC drowning the room. You feel someone's warm hand against your own, their thumb rubbing across your wrinkly knuckles.

"T-Tenko? Is that you?" You warily look over to the side, seeing your son's sad expression. He smiles though. Just for you. "Tenko.. Tenko.."

"What is it, mom?" A tear falls onto your hand.

"When did you- when did you grow up so quick.. I..."

Your eyes dart around, looking him up and down. "Let- let me take care of you, Tenko.. Give you your first bath..."

He laughs with a lump in his throat before leaning down, gently kissing your knuckles. "Mom... It's okay. Just rest, okay?"

You nod, drawing your gaze to the blank wall, light rain tapping against the window. You think of your son, the first time you met him and all the other special moments. Caring for him for his first time on a bike, first heartbreak, first girlfriend, first job, advice for everything, high school graduation, marriage, divorce, and everything else. You feel your chest slowly rise. You notice your breathing is starting to slow and that your body felt a little numb, mind a little hazy.

"Mom?" You move your head to the sound of your son's quivering voice, his glossy red eyes staring back into yours with hurt and love. You watch his lips twitch upward before laughing heartedly, clutching your cold clammy hand tighter than before.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you too, Tenko."

A/N:

My poor baby Tenko deserves the world. :(