Shigaraki Tomura X Reader - Blog Posts

tomura shigaraki finishes his food like a damn gremlin and then the moment you come to eat yours, he suddenly remembers he’s starving and shoves himself in, eating like he didn’t just devour an entire meal ten minutes ago. he doesn’t even want your food, he just wants to make it inconvenient for you, bite into it while staring dead in your face like

“what the fuck are you gonna do about it?”

it’s not hunger, it’s dominance. kurogiri’s in the back sighing like a tired single mother, scolding him for being a dick again, but tomura doesn’t give a shit. he chews slow just to piss you off.

blessing your day with tomura wearing pink socks

(*´▽`*)🤍

he’s so cute 🥺🥺🥺

the illusion of free will

people say shigaraki is responsible for the deaths he caused, and while i don’t completely deny that, it’s way more complicated than just “free will.” what people miss is that he was groomed from the age of five, when he was at his most vulnerable until he finally broke free from afo’s grasp. afo deliberately took him in at a point where he was completely dependent on others for guidance, then shaped him into the perfect successor.

to shigaraki, his master wasn’t just a villain, he was his savior, the only one who “understood” him, the only one who gave him a sense of purpose after the world abandoned him. and that’s exactly how manipulation works. afo didn’t just take him in, he rewired his entire mind, fed him lies, reinforced his hatred, and conditioned him to believe that destruction was his only salvation. shigaraki never had a chance to form his own worldview because afo made sure to mold it for him.

look at shigaraki’s reaction when he was separated from afo, it wasn’t just anger, it was pure desperation. that’s the reaction of someone who has been so deeply conditioned that he doesn’t know how to function outside of his abuser’s influence. shigaraki was entirely dependent on afo, and when you’re raised under constant manipulation, you don’t suddenly “wake up” and realize you’ve been controlled your whole life.

it doesn’t work that way. when he saw all might trying to save bakugo while attacking the league, he felt betrayed by the world all over again. to him, it was proof that heroes will never save people like him. but that idea wasn’t his, it was something afo planted in his mind for years, reinforcing it over and over until shigaraki believed it as an absolute truth. so when afo was no longer there, what was left? nothing but the doctrine his master forced onto him. if he wasn’t groomed, if he wasn’t brainwashed into thinking destruction was his only option, then he would have taken another path. but that was never an option for him because he never had the freedom to choose in the first place. as afo himself admitted, shigaraki never had free will. none of his choices were ever his own.

compare this to dabi and toga. they were abused, but they never had an outside force controlling them like afo did with shigaraki. they became villains on their own terms, dabi out of revenge, toga out of rejection from society. but shigaraki? his entire ideology was forced onto him. if afo had gotten to shoto instead, then shoto would have ended up just like shigaraki.

and here’s the worst part; nobody in the story even questions it. if horikoshi wanted us to humanize the villains, then he should have given them a humanizing death, something that forced people to acknowledge what they went through and how they ended up like this. but instead, nobody even stops to ask why afo had to groom a child into being his successor. nobody wonders why japan’s greatest villain was so reliant on manipulating a mentally ill, traumatized young man into doing his bidding. they just see shigaraki as a monster.

shigaraki never had a choice, but the world acts like he did.

tomura shigaraki isn’t the type to be shy around someone he likes. all for one didn’t raise him like a normal child, and it shows. he’s straightforward about what he wants, needs, and hates.

so if he wants something from you, expect him to be vocal about it. if something itches him, he’s going to express it. he doesn’t hold back or shy away from what bothers him. while he doesn’t vocalize love easily, he’s not afraid to show admiration or respect when he feels it.

embarrassment and shame? not in his vocabulary. tomura strikes me as someone who embraces his feelings and desires without hesitation, especially when it comes to expressing what he respects or admires about others, what he hates and wants from them.

gloomy bear! tomura and raven 🧸🎀

stressed so i decided to draw fluff

✨ doing each other’s makeup ✨

i paid attention to every detail except for the hands but ok

thinking of tomura blasting ‘bury the light’ at 3 am, waking afo from his deep slumber, only to start to regret buying him a pc

dating shigaraki is like having a wet lost puppy. he is emotionally dependent on you while simultaneously being unhealthy about it.

i redrew baby tenko and mizuki :3 🍓🥭

MORE TOMU SMAUS PLEASEEEE 😼

temporary housing | t. shigaraki

you let him crash for a week. it's been three months and you're starting to miss him when he's not on the couch.

ur so funny pls😭😭😭 plsplsplspls more shiggy and tamaki BLESS UP

chaotic neutral | t. shigaraki

you work the graveyard shift at a 24/7 convenience store. unfortunately, so does he.

𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

𖤐 synopsis: it’s tomura’s birthday! so what better way than to celebrate it with him?

𖤐 trigger warnings: fluff!

𖤐 pairing: shigaraki tomura x gender neutral! reader

The soft glow of your phone illuminated your face as you checked the time once more: 11:47 PM, April 3rd. In just thirteen minutes, it would officially be Shigaraki Tomura's birthday. You smiled to yourself, knowing he probably didn't expect anyone to remember—least of all you, considering how your relationship had begun.

Your mind drifted back to your first encounter with the League of Villains' leader. It wasn't exactly a meet-cute; more like a collision of worlds that neither of you had anticipated. Yet somehow, against all odds, a connection had formed between you—tentative at first, then undeniable as time went on.

Shigaraki was asleep in the next room. You had convinced him to let you stay over tonight with some flimsy excuse about apartment renovations, hiding your true intentions. The cake was hidden in the back of his refrigerator, a small vanilla affair with minimal decoration—anything too elaborate would have aroused his suspicion. The gift, wrapped in simple black paper, was tucked away in your overnight bag.

The minutes ticked by. 11:55 PM.

You slipped out of the guest room and padded quietly to the kitchen. The hideout was silent except for the occasional creak of the old building settling. You removed the cake from its hiding spot and placed a single candle in the center. No need for twenty-something candles; Shigaraki wouldn't appreciate the fire hazard anyway.

11:59 PM.

Heart pounding, you lit the candle and carefully made your way to his bedroom door. You balanced the cake in one hand and knocked softly with the other.

"What?" His voice came through the door, alert despite the hour. Of course he wasn't asleep. When did Shigaraki ever sleep properly?

"Can I come in?" you called softly.

A pause, then: "Fine."

You pushed open the door with your foot to find him sitting up in bed, the harsh light of a gaming console illuminating his face. His pale blue hair was messier than usual, falling haphazardly around his face. His red eyes widened slightly at the sight of you holding the cake.

"Happy birthday," you said, smiling as the digital clock on his nightstand clicked over to 12:00 AM.

He stared at you, then at the cake, his expression unreadable. "How did you know?"

You entered the room fully, setting the cake down on his desk. "I have my sources," you replied with a mysterious smile. In truth, you had overheard Kurogiri mentioning it to Dabi weeks ago and had been planning this moment ever since.

"You didn't have to do this," he muttered, but you noticed he didn't take his eyes off the cake.

"I wanted to." You sat on the edge of his bed. "Make a wish?"

Shigaraki scoffed, but he set aside his console and moved to the desk. "Wishes are for children."

"Humor me?"

He gave you a look that might have been intimidating to anyone else, but you'd grown accustomed to his attempts to appear disinterested. With an exaggerated sigh, he leaned forward and blew out the candle in one quick breath.

"What did you wish for?" you asked.

"If I tell you, it won't come true," he replied sarcastically, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice. "Isn't that how the superstition goes?"

You laughed and retrieved your gift from your bag. "Here. It's not much, but..."

Shigaraki took the package with surprising gentleness. His fingers worked carefully at the wrapping paper, methodically removing it without tearing it—so different from his usual destructive tendencies. Inside was a custom controller for his favorite gaming system, matte black with hand-painted details that matched his aesthetic.

"I noticed your current one was getting worn out," you explained when he didn't immediately respond. "And I added some modifications that should improve the response time for those games you like."

He turned the controller over in his hands, examining it from every angle. "You made this?"

You nodded, suddenly feeling nervous. "Do you like it?"

Instead of answering, he set the controller down carefully and looked at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. "Why do you do this?"

"Do what?"

"Care." The word seemed to cost him something to say. "About me. About my birthday. About any of this."

You moved closer to him, brave in the quiet darkness of the early morning. "Because you matter to me, Tomura. Because everyone deserves to be remembered on their birthday."

"Even villains?" There was a challenge in his voice, but also vulnerability that he rarely allowed anyone to hear.

"Especially you." You reached for his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. "The world might see Shigaraki Tomura, leader of the League of Villains. But I see you."

Something shifted in his expression then, the hardness momentarily giving way to something softer, more human. He squeezed your hand gently.

"Thank you," he said, the words coming out slightly stiff, as if he wasn't used to saying them—which he probably wasn't.

You smiled and reached for the cake. "Now, do you want to eat this, or should I have gone with the ice cream option instead?"

He gave you one of his rare, genuine half-smiles. "Cake is fine. But only because you went to the trouble."

As you cut slices for both of you, you caught him looking at you with an expression you couldn't quite decipher—something between wonder and confusion, as if he couldn't quite believe you were really there, celebrating his birthday with him at midnight.

"What?" you asked, handing him a slice.

"Nothing," he said, taking the cake. Then, more quietly: "Just... no one's done this for me in a long time."

Your heart ached at the implication. How many birthdays had he spent alone? How many years had passed without anyone marking the occasion?

"Well," you said, keeping your tone light despite the emotion welling in your chest, "get used to it. I plan on celebrating many more birthdays with you."

His eyes met yours, searching for any sign of insincerity. Finding none, he nodded once, a barely perceptible movement.

"I might not hate that," he admitted, which from Shigaraki was practically a declaration of affection.

You ate cake together in comfortable silence, the soft glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across the room. Outside, the world continued to turn, heroes and villains alike sleeping through the first hours of April 4th, unaware of this quiet moment between you and the man society had deemed irredeemable.

But you knew better. Here, in this space you'd created together, he wasn't the villain from the news reports. He was just Tomura, eating birthday cake at midnight, occasionally glancing at you as if to reassure himself you were still there.

Later, as dawn approached and you both grew tired, you found yourself curled against his side, his arm tentatively around your shoulders as you watched him play with his new controller.

"Best birthday?" you asked sleepily.

He was quiet for so long you thought he might not answer. Then, so softly you almost missed it:

"Yes."

And as you drifted off to sleep beside him, you knew that whatever tomorrow held—whatever plans the League had, whatever conflicts awaited—you had given Shigaraki Tomura this one perfect moment. A birthday to remember.

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© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧! 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐞-𝐰𝐚𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MEETING TOMURA SHIGARAKI:

first meeting? he barely acknowledges you. he's got bigger things to worry about than some new recruit. you're just another pawn to him.

he watches you carefully during your first mission together. not because he cares, but because he needs to know if you're competent enough to be useful. if you screw up, expect a harsh comment.

your quirk fascinates him, but not in a good way at first. he sees it as a variable he needs to understand and control. he might ask you a million questions.

if your quirk is touch-based, he's extremely wary. he'll keep his distance and probably wear gloves even when he's not using his own quirk. 

he forgets your name for weeks. you're just "the [quirk name] user" to him.

he tests you, pushing your buttons, and trying to figure out what makes you tick. he needs to know everything about his teammates, obviously.

you're probably the only one who doesn't flinch when he gets angry. he notices.

TOMURA CRUSHING ON YOU:

the first time he actually listens to you – really listens, not juststrategizing – he's caught off guard. 

he starts finding excuses to be around you. "i need to observe your quirk usage" turns into "i'm sitting in the same room as you while you do absolutely nothing."

he gets unreasonably irritated when other league members talk to you for too long. he would never admit he's jealous.

he starts mimicking your mannerisms, subconsciously. 

he starts cleaning up his hands some more. not because he wants to touch you, no, no, no. it's because he wants to seem presentable for all for one.

small acts of "kindness," like making sure you're included in mission briefings or "allowing" you to choose your assignments. he's still the boss, after all.

he notices the little things about you: the way you furrow your brow when you're concentrating, the way you fidget when you're nervous, your favorite snack.

he'll deny it to his grave, but he starts taking your opinions into consideration.

he starts scratching his neck a LOT more when you are around for some reason.

if someone hurts you, he is more enraged than he is normaly.

he is more likely to listen to you.

he can't help but stare at you.

he accidentally calls you by a pet name when he's frustrated, and he gets even MORE frustrated after he realizes what he did.

he starts losing sleep, which is never a good sign for his mental state. he doesn't know why, it must be because you are bothering him or something.

DATING TOMURA SHIGARAKI:

the "confession" is less of a romantic declaration and more of a mumbled agreement. "i guess you're... not entirely useless."

physical touch is a HUGE hurdle. it starts with accidental brushes, then maybe a hesitant shoulder bump. he doesn't trust himself (or his quirk) to get any closer. 

lots of late-night talks about villains, society, and their shared hatred. it's his way of connecting.

he still doesn't say your name often. pet names become his go-to.

he is very protective and possessive of you.

dates? forget fancy restaurants or romantic walks. you're more likely to find yourselves planning world domination over cheap ramen.

he actually listens and remembers things you say and like; if it's useful for a mission, of course.

he can get jealous and possessive, and he isn't afraid to show it.

he occasionally wants to hold your hand but doesn't know how to approach it without disintegrating you.

he gets genuinely upset if you get hurt.

he hates seeing you sad or stressed.

he's still a mess, but your mess. And secretly, he wouldn't have it any other way.

sleepovers are uncommon since his skin can be harmful, but there are nights when he is okay with it.

he's not a cuddler, but he secretly likes it when you snuggle him.

he always wants to be around you.

he would go with you everywhere.

he's willing to do anything for you once he's in love.

when he actually calls you his partner, you know its serious.

sometimes when he's asleep, he has nightmares of you leaving him/ dying, so he hugs you closer in his sleep.

he would take you out on a picnic if you asked, even though he would hate it.

he will often ask you if you are doing alright or if you needed anything.

he would kill for you.

you are, without a doubt, his player 2.

he would never admit it, but you are his weakness.

it makes him very happy when you hug him.

he likes hearing you call him by his name.

he will do anything for you; wether it’s killing dealing with someone, or if it’s getting you anything you desire

he loves tolerates you a lot

© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —

My man doesn’t get enough love ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Category: Villain

shigaraki x afab!reader

tags: grinding, fingering, virginity loss (tomura's), more experienced reader, praise kink if you squint

warnings: this is a smut fic. | 18+ | MDNI / Ageless blogs DNI

wc: 2.2k

a/n: this is a character study wrapped in a smutty bow. Pre-MVA characterization. this is also my second time writing smut, pls go easy on me

happy birthday tomura baby <3

Tomura had been branded as a freak the instant he killed his entire family at only five-years old. It was a mark that stood stark against the surface of his pale skin, its burn traveling through every layer of skin and flesh, down to the bone. Even as a mere child, he was always treated like some sort of monster. The kind of guy you'd see coming and cross to the other side of the street. Someone you'd worry about following you home. A degenerate. A creep. A villain.

With All For One's guidance, he had learned to embrace these views of himself at a very young age. No one would ever help him, no hero or bystander. He was a villain, after all. And if he couldn't be anything but a disgusting villain, he might as well be the most disgusting villain in Japan.

His views changed when you stumbled into his life. At first, he didn't know how to react to you. To your kindness. You would tease him, call him cute. You were somehow capable of drawing out a softness in him—the part of him that wanted to pet every dog he saw out on a walk. The part of him that wanted to hold your hand. Parts of him he thought died with his family.

Growing up, Tomura was obsessed with villains. The kind that killed and destroyed. This obsession was found in all forms of media; comic books, television shows, and as he soon found, porn.

The villain stereotyping for porn was…interesting. Brutal and careless, the kind of person who took, not gave. A selfish lover, if one could even use that word. Reality didn't always equal fiction. And Tomura was a real villain, forged in iron and blood, not an over exaggerated caricature of evil. He hated how soft he felt when he was with you. How softly he wanted to fuck you.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. He was a villain, someone who wanted utter destruction, not for selfish reasons, but for the betterment of society, for fucks sake. Villains were harsh. Cruel. Possessing a ruthlessness and violence that was incongruent with affection or tenderness. All media, all stereotyping, should have made him merciless. His pornographic counterpart would have you folded over, cruelly pounding away at your cunt in a mating press, uncaring and unconcerned about the possible effects of decay from where his hands pressed below your knees.

It wasn't just that he was scared of hurting you, it was that a fear that he'd become the thing everyone expected him to be—cruel, uncaring, selfish—and those traits would come out when he was with you. With the ones he loved. Your love for Tomura came easy. Getting him to love himself came harder.

It started slow on your insistence of his comfort—long make out sessions in abandoned buildings that left both your lips red and swollen and his cock straining beneath his boxers, a wet spot on the front as evidence of his arousal. He always felt guilty after; dark finger-shaped bruises from where he gripped your ass and thighs tightly, desperate to feel your skin even through his artists gloves. Slowly though, he began to realize that you didn't exactly mind, often guiding his hands exactly where you wanted them, admiring the marks he made in the mirror.

It was during one of these sessions where things got a bit heavier than normal. You were sat, straddled over his lap, his hands kneading your ass under the hem of your shorts, when you suddenly and involuntarily jerked, grinding into his dick, hard beneath his black pants. From the way you shuddered and moaned into his mouth, the friction must have gone directly to your clit.

"God—sorry," you gasped.

Sliding his hands up to your hips, Tomura guided you over his cock, rocking his hips into yours.

"Don't be," He panted into your mouth.

Your pussy was so warm through the fabric of his pants as you began to grind your clit over his length, hard against his thigh. You looked so beautiful like this—moans escaping your lips as your face contorted in pleasure. You looked like you wanted him to fuck you.

Suddenly he was twitching in his pants, hot, wet cum soaking the fabric of his jeans, a choked whimper escaping his mouth.

He couldn't hear anything over the sound of yours and his breathing, coming out in short, quick breaths, his heartbeat in his ears.

Tightening his grip on your waist, he looked up at you. You had a satisfied, almost smug looking smile on your face. Leaning in to kiss him again, you murmured against his lips. "Whatever you want to do, I trust you." Suddenly he wasn't what people thought of him. He was a villain, yes, but he was capable of things no stereotyped reflection of himself would be able to do. He could fuck you hard if he wanted. But softly? He was allowed to do that as well, and it didn't make him any less of a villain.

Placing his hand on your lower back, he turned and sat up, flipping you onto your back on the couch. "Can I finger you?"

Your pupils dilated, large and dark with want. "Please." He wished he wasn't wearing his stupid gloves, that way he could decay your shorts and underwear off for quicker access. He wished he could control his quirk better. He wished a lot of things. He let you unbutton them, helping you tug them down and off the rest of the way.

"Someone's impatient," you laughed, breathy, as you spread your legs, bent at the knee.

He felt his face flush even further, if that was possible. "Shut up."

Slowly, he slid his ring finger over your folds, relinquishing in the way you shuddered from the touch, not from fear of him, but out of anticipation. Desire. A craving only he could satisfy. He licked his dry, cracking lips, smiling as he slowly slid his ring finger in all the way, coating it in a wetness that clung to his skin. He didn't know it'd be so.. soft. Warm.

His middle finger, clad in the fabric of his glove, went in next. You opened so easily, evidence of your arousal. Arousal for him. He felt his dick twitch in his pants. Curling his fingers up, he felt a small sense of pride course through him at the way you gasped. He pistoned his fingers in and out, focused on on your sweet spot, a wet, squelching noise filling his ears, combined with your soft moans and keens. Just for him. Because of him.

He grinned as your whines increased in pitch and frequency, your hands coming up to pull him down into a kiss as you tightened around his fingers as you came.

He made sure to get condoms on the next supply run.

It was a miracle you both were able to find a mattress that wasn't piss or blood-soaked, covered in questionable stains, or torn in the middle. The two of you managed to sequester some time alone, adding onto the list of current miracles leading to this moment.

Shaking, Tomura's hands wrapped around the condom, the lubrication from it wetting and sticking to his palm and fingers as he unrolled it over his length. A million thoughts raced through his head. What if his dick was too small? What if you thought it was ugly? Could a dick be ugly?

You were patiently watching him from on the bed, legs bent to the side. From the way your eyes widened when he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked his pants and boxers aside, he supposed he could toss the "small" and "ugly" insecurity in the trash. There was an obvious air of lust and affection in your gaze as your eyes traversed the planes of his body. He bristled, feeling undeserving of your gaze.

"Do you have to watch me so intently?"

You laughed at how his embarrassment only reddened him further. "I can look away if you want," the smile on your lips turned playful, mirth glinting in your eye. His brow furrowed as he was certain whatever words came next were meant to embarrass him further.

"But you have a pretty dick, so I'll keep watching if you don't mind."

"Shut up," he groaned despite his own smile as he lightly pushed you to lie back on the bed, your laughter singing in his ears before silenced by his lips on yours. His cock, hot and heavy, tapped against the plane of your stomach as he crawled over you, caging your body in with his.

He felt a smug sense of satisfaction as he pinched your nipple with one hand, making you gasp into his mouth. "You're the pretty one."

Separating for air, he sat up, leaning back on his calves. Your cunt was covered in a sheer layer of your arousal, pretty and flushed. Sliding his fingers in just like before, he scissored them against your soaked walls, stretching you out in preparation. Once sufficiently stretched, he lined the head of his cock up to your entrance. Slowly, he thrust in with a low groan, eyes rolling back. You were somehow warmer, tighter around his length than his fingers. You gasped, fisting the blanket underneath you as he pushed in, inch by inch, until he bottomed out.

He looked down at where the two of you connected, blue tufts of hair trailing down to the shaft of his cock, swallowed by your tight hole.

"It's, uh-," Tomura panted, face strained from behind the light blue strands of hair that curtained off the planes of his cheeks, "-a lot tighter than expected."

He looked ethereal like this, a flushed, peachy hue painting his skin down to his bare chest. "Yeah," you sighed, pushing his hair behind his ears. "Take your time. I need a second, too."

Your thumb traced over the planes of his face, over the rough texture of the scar on his lip. His hips jerked as he kissed your thumb, leaning down to kiss your lips, gloved hands creating waves over the blankets like sand dunes in a desert.

For a moment he lingered, lost in the saccharine taste of your tongue and the syrupy wetness between your legs as your walls pulsed and clenched around his dick, the vibrations of your moans making his lips tingle. All the porn in the world wouldn’t have prepared him for how tender and warm this felt, the soft expanse of your thighs grounding him and keeping him close.

Slowly he began to move his hips, relishing in the way your sex gripped his cock, the friction of your pussy against every vein and nerve slowing and streamlining his thoughts to follow one command: faster.

His hips sped up, chasing the friction his nerves so desired. He became enraptured by your face- every twitch between your brows, every noise or whimper you made, the way your face contorted when he hit just the right spot. He felt high off it, the expanse of your pleasure evident from every ridge and valley of your face, contorted and shifting with every moan. Chasing the high, he shifted the angle of his hips, your moans increasing in pitch as one hand grasped at the base of his neck, gently tugging at the hairs at his nape, the other rubbing circles into your clit.

"Please—you're so good, you feel so good—" you gasped, voice coming out choked around every thrust. His brain lagged from the praise, a brief stutter in his hips as his thoughts clipped through his head.

"Can you get on top."

"Yeah," you laughed, breathy with amusement at his reaction. Flipping over, you sunk down on his length, somehow deeper than he was before, with a low groan. "Oh fuck." Slowly you began to move your hips, grinding your swollen, puffy clit over the whispy hairs leading down to his shaft, an arousal and slickness that mixed between the two of you leaking down onto his skin. He wished he could feel it on his cock, how sticky and wet you were as you surrounded him. He bet it felt perfect.

His hands grasped around your hips as you rode him, face flushed and sweaty, chest and beading with droplets of sweat. From this angle, his dick was hitting the perfect spot, making you see stars. A tightness in your belly grew as you increased your pace, riding him with a fervor as you approached your orgasm. You stilled as your pussy fluttered around him, tightening as you unraveled. He was close before, but as you tightened, the dam broke. With a final thrust, he spilled hot bursts of cum into the condom, his grip tight around your soft hips.

You slumped against him, bare tits pressed into his chest, forehead nestled into the crook of his neck. A wave of calm serenity washed over him as he pressed a kiss into your hairline, lightly muscled arms wrapping snug around your back.

You sighed, content, mumbling into his neck.

"I love you."

He felt his dick twitch from where it still lay inside you. "We're doing that again later."

🍯 And escape with shigaraki 👉👈

🍯 - “Good pets don’t take off their collars. Nor do they try escaping from their owners, do you understand?”

Yandere!Shigaraki x reader

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Shigaraki was so disappointed in you. After two days of being away he came home from a mission regarding the league, only to find you asleep on the sofa in his room without the pretty collar he bought for you? Sure the sight of your cute face when sleeping, with that pouty lip of yours and innocent face was enough to get him drooling and breathing heavy, but that didn’t mean you were allowed to start disobeying orders.

What was he to do as your punishment? Take away all the little privileges he gave you as his pet? Punish you by not giving you any of the attention you needed to keep you sane? He wondered while looking for the collar around his room. You were sure to have left it lying around somewhere. After a couple minutes or so of searching, Shigaraki found the collar under your pillow on his bed that he usually let you use, however when he lifted your pillow, a small notebook fell out of the pillowcase.

It was suspicious, Shigaraki wondered what a girl like you could have hidden in between the covers of the small notebook that needed to be hidden so well. So of course he opened it. Reading the contents of it as he went page through page was rather mediocre at first, it seemed like some sort of diary, listing all the mediocre things you did during the day as well as listing what date it is so you didn’t lose track of time. But there was one page that was rather peculiar. A page that didn’t have a whole boring paragraph about a spot on the ceiling, or how the springs in the sofa made weird noises. This page had a singular word written down on it.

Escape.

The mere mention of the word had Shigaraki livid. You were being so good for him lately and you had to ruin everything didn’t you. He’d much rather be rewarding you with affection and anything you’d ever want, but of course you had to go thinking of ‘escape’ . Perhaps Shigaraki’s been too lenient on you, since making you wear a collar wasn’t enough to get it through your head that this is your home. It seemed as though Shigaraki would have to look for a way to take things a step things further. He didn’t kidnap you from your old boring life just for you to want to run back to it. He gave you a new home so you could belong to him. He saw no reason for you to reject any of his compassion.

Was he aware that there was a good chance that you’d think of him as a monster after he took you from your old life? Yes. However, he believed that perhaps, if you’re smart enough you’d realise that learning to at least love and cohabitate with the monster is the only way to keep you alive.

No matter how many times Shigaraki wished for you to just submit to being his, you still refused like this didn’t you. Thinking of escape like that. Shigaraki wanted to save you from the shitty world full of hero wannabes before they infected you too, in the process he hoped that you’d spare him an ounce of sympathy perhaps for how badly they fucked him over. But you were too dumb to understand whatever he was doing, or at least he assumed you were dumb. What normal obedient pet takes off their collar and thinks of leaving their master? It’s unheard of from pet owners with loyal pets.

Shigaraki wasn’t completely angry with you, due to all the fury he was restraining. Since the moment you got here as the hostage of the league of villains Shigarakis been holding back a lot. He kept silent after all those times he could’ve snapped and it payed off. He was finally making some progress with you, you stopped crying at the sight of him and actually slept even when he was present. But apparently progress wasn’t enough, since you still had silly delusions like ‘escape’ in your mind.

Shigaraki simply sighed as he picked up the collar, putting it onto his desk next to his computer before sitting down in his revolving chair, turning on his computer. The blue light emitted from it being the only thing lighting up the dark room.

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Your eyes slowly opened as you woke up from your nap, when did you even fall asleep? How long were you out for? You shot up from your position on the sofa at the whirring sound of Shigarakis Pc. You’d never forget that sound. That taunting sound that you grew used to hearing everyday.

Looking to the side, you spotted Shigarakis slumped form over his computer, playing another one of his games. You stared intensely at his back. Feeling a chill up your spine growing. Something was wrong. Something felt different, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

While you continued to ponder on the thought, it seemed as though Shigarakis game had finished with him as the victor, judging by the fanfare playing to signify a win. Or at least you guessed it was over, since he finally spun around in his chair to look at you, the collar you always wore dangling in one of his fingers.

Thats what it was. You took off the collar. You fell asleep out of sheer boredom with nothing to do while Shigaraki was out and you forgot to put back on the collar. Your hand instinctively reached out for the skin on your neck where the collar would usually sit.

“I see you’re awake. Had a nice time while I was gone?”

You shook your head, feeling as though if you said yes to the trick question, Shigaraki would have gotten the impression that you prefer spending your time away from him. Your answer simply made Shigarakis lips curl into a smirk.

“Are you sure darling? It looks to me like you had loads of fun, taking off your collar, hiding a little diary to write in.. even planning a little escape in that little old diary! You’ve been quite a busy pet while I was out”

You stared at him, silent, unaware of what to do. Was he going to kill you? Was this it? You watched as Shigaraki spun the collar around his finger while getting up and walking towards you. The floorboards of the cheep building creaking under his ever step. His shadow loomed over you as it blocked the only light source in the room, which was his open computer.

You flinched, closing your eyes as Shigarakis hand reached out for you. Perhaps this really was the end. You waited for the agonising pain of being disintegrated, yet you were faced with something else. Unexpectedly he simply put back on the collar on you, the familiar choking feeling returning to you as he closed the clasp at the back of your neck.

Shigaraki couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at your scared, weak expression. Oh how he missed that cute scared face during his time away from the league.

“Good pets don’t take off their collars. Nor do they try escaping from their owners, do you understand?”

This time you nodded, looking back at Shigaraki with tear glossy eyes. You thought for a moment that you were going to die. Shigaraki smiles back at you with his sinister grin, one of his hands reach out to you again, this time to sit on the top of your head and rub it.

“Thats my good girl. You’re my good girl. My good little pet who knows what her master wants. You wouldn’t dare do anything again to make me mad right?”

You shook your head again, before leaning into Shigarakis gloved hand as it slid down to cup the side of your face and rub your cheek with his thumb. Oh how he loved having complete control of his little obedient pet. He was still going to punish you later of course- you disobeyed one of his rules after all, however perhaps for now, so long as you behave for him, he’ll reduce how much he’s going to punish you.

Wraith’s Touch (Yandere Ghost Shigaraki x Reader)

Pairing: Shigaraki x Reader Triggers: Noncon, dubcon, somnophilia, voyeurism, choking, death, yandere. This is seriously dark, so beware. Word Count: 8.5k Note: I blame Cadence for making me thirsty for this idea.

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There was something creepy about the house, you thought, for what felt like the 50th time today.  It was a large, sprawling Victorian style estate, an old house even by your grandmother’s standards.  She had lived there alone for years and had refused to move, and she never would tell you why.  

You had stayed there before on summer break, when you were a teenager.  Although you always adored your grandmother, something about the house itself was unsettling.  You felt like you were being constantly watched, felt like things would move around in places where you did not think you had moved them.  You thought you saw shadows out of the corners of your eyes, heard strange voices in the middle of the night.

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May I request an angsty scenario in which Shigaraki has to leave his fatally injured s/o behind during a mission?

The Mushroom Cloud (Shigaraki x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: Shigaraki promised to come back for you in that warehouse. Promised to save you, pinned under exploded debris that crushed your legs to nothingness. The ambush wasn’t supposed to happen, but neither was the explosion that occurred after. “Fine, you can come. But if your ass gets blown up, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

A/N: Ouchie, this one’s gonna hurt y’all, just sayin’. As an author, I’m kinda required to want you to cry over this, so feel free to tell me if you do. As always, hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2012

        The mission wasn’t supposed to be easy. There were an enormous number of risks that came with it. 

        “YN!”

        You had fought so hard to go with him, arguing every point and saying that you wanted to stay by his side. Impatience had won in the end, and in a fate-sealing way, your wish had been granted. 

        “Fine, you can come. But if you’re ass gets blown up, don’t come cryin’ to me.”

        It was only supposed to be a joke. A little jab at you to show just how much he really wished you hadn’t joined the mission. 

        They were blowing up a warehouse heroes used to hold supplies. First aid kits, medicine, anything else they would have needed in case the League of Villains had struck in a dangerous way. Decidedly, the group wasn’t too fond of the heroes possibly having an upper hand in the event of one of their attacks, so they struck.

        “AHH!” 

        It was an ambush. Not even from heroes bound to a code to preserve all life, but from the country’s army. Soldiers trained to kill had flooded the enormous warehouse, firing at every moving target in their range until they had all fled.

        You were one of the few they hit. 

        “YN!” Shigaraki cried out your name once more, pushing past fallen shelves and barely managing not to trip on the pill bottles they previously held. He followed your moans of pain, sprinting in the general direction of where they originated, along with where he had seen the flash of orange. 

        Fired bullets echoed through the hollow building, bouncing off the metal walls and filling his ears as he searched for you. 

        There. Trapped under a tipped forklift, you whined, banging against the machine with a hopeless desperation Shigaraki had never seen before. It drove a sliver of fear through his heart as he crashed to his knees beside you, barely holding back his own tears at the sight of your crushed legs. 

        The angle at which they were bent was so wrong. Your knees had caved in on themselves, curving in a direct opposite way of how they should. Blood pooled on the floor beneath your thighs, directly where shattered glass from the machinery’s windshield had impaled your flesh. 

        Your hands were shaking, covered in your own vital fluid as you let out strangled cries, pawing so desperately at the too-heavy weight. 

        “YN! YN, look at me!” Shigaraki’s hands were trembling just as much, each finger begging to scratch at his neck in a nervous twitch. It was like he didn’t know what to do with them; first, he hovered them over your legs, then the weight above them, then finally on your face as he directed it to his. 

        “It hurts,” you wailed, banging your head against the concrete floor below. Hot tears trailed down your face, and in the distance, the other villains tried to fend off the army soldiers. 

        There were just too many. 

        Shigaraki was at an age now where he knew when a battle had been lost. Everyone would have to flee and recover before the next attack on the heroes. But shit-- he had to get you out of here first. 

        “Shh,” he hushed, scrambling for more words. He didn’t want to feed you-- or himself-- lies. “It’s- you’re-” he choked on a sudden weight in his throat. Something like a snake coiled around his stomach, tightening and tightening until he couldn’t speak anymore. 

        In situations where Shigaraki lost his composure, you were always the one to take over for him. You were the one in your relationship that kept a level head, spoke with slow words, and always calmed him down. 

        So even though it hurt, fuck it hurt so much, you knew what you had to do. 

        “Tomura.” So much blood had drained from your body that when you lifted a hand, you almost flinched at how contrastingly pale it was compared to the liquid covering it. Nonetheless, you cupped his cheek, wiping away the small tear that had leaked out from under the hand. “You have to go-”

        “NO!”

        “Listen to me-”

        “NO YN,” he shouted, voice just barely audible above the grenade explosions and gunshots. “I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not happening.”

        “Tomura… you can find me later. You just need to get out of here now.”

        He opened his mouth to protest once more, only to duck his head at the flying debris of a nearby blast. 

        “Just come back for me later! Get the others out now, and I’ll wait for you here.”

        “YN…” A bitter taste of pure bile crawled up his throat at the sight of your mangled legs, but he knew better than to try. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t strong enough to lift the machine off you. Your solution was right; leave now, and come back later with someone stronger.

        He hadn’t realized it then, but you already knew there wasn’t a later.

        “Okay. But you better not do anything fucking stupid until I come back.” Anger flared in his stomach at his utter incapability of handling the situation. It disguised the hopelessness he felt, the despair in knowing he couldn’t be your knight in shining armor. 

        Heroes be damned. Shigaraki wanted to be your savior right now. 

        “Okay.” You mustered up the best smile you could, but it faltered with every unbearable twinge of your paralyzed legs. Even if you did make it out of this, somehow, you would never be able to walk again. 

        After pulling away the hand on his face, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was needy and frantic, a half-ditch effort to display your love for each other for what could be the last time. 

        When Shigaraki pulled away, he saw blind faith in your eyes, but read it entirely wrong. 

        He thought you trusted him to save you. 

        You believed he was strong enough to move on from losing you. 

        “Don’t. Go. Anywhere.” 

        “I’ll try not to.”

        And with that, he rose one last time, gathering up his fallen hand and pressing it back to his face. Red pupils trailed up and down your body and its surroundings, memorizing the exact situation so he could find you later. 

        “League, retreat! Villains, fall back!”

        At the call, his allies stopped their attacks. Flames stopped caressing fireproof soldiers. Knives, swords, and anything else flying at the heavily-guarded soldiers ceased in their movements, and suddenly the building flooded with stomping feet. 

        He was almost surprised that was all it took, until he realized that everyone else was just as desperate to escape this hellhole as he was.

        The League would take this loss. But Shigaraki would never forget what it had cost him. 

        Navigating the large warehouse was easy; though it was almost the size of a miniature airport hangar, it was mostly clear aside from the occasional wooden box and metal shelf stocked with health supplies. Through the fingers splayed across his face, Shigaraki trailed after his fellow villains, following them as they fled through the nearest garage door and into the surrounding forest, darkened with the dead of night. 

        I can go back for her later.

        I can’t save her now.

        Later.

        Later.

        Later.

        “Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered, scratching at his neck when he finally caught up with the others, all stopped at a tree so far from the warehouse that it was just barely visible through the thick brush. 

        Heavy panting combined with the natural hoots and calls of nature as everyone tried to catch their breath. Dabi slumped back against a tree, sliding to the ground and dropping his head back to let out a long groan. Toga followed suit, along with Twice and Spinner and before long, everybody was sitting in some way, dead tired from fighting on their feet for what felt like hours. 

        As the last left standing, Shigaraki knew he was catching curious glances from the others, but he was too anxious to sit. His eyes, puffy from having to leave you behind, shifted over every villain at his disposal. Which one would be strong enough to-

        “Tomura.” Kurogiri, looking ever so restless in the shape of a constantly-fluttering, black cloud, eyed Shigaraki confusedly with his yellow gaze. “Where is YN?” 

        “I had to leave her behind. Now I need someone to go back with me to-”

        He felt it before he heard it. 

        The force of the boom. The wave of pure heat against his back, propelling him forward a good step or two. Then the white noise. 

        Nothing could be heard. All he saw was the trees around him blowing wildly from the blast. If he could, he would have heard your scream. The explosion. 

        Pure horror encompassed his face as his eardrums pounded. 

        No.

        NO GODDAMNIT!

        Without a second thought, Shigaraki turned back toward the building, shouldering his way through bushes and weeds until he found it. Or what was left of it. 

        Of course, the warehouse was unusable now. It had been ravaged by the League of Villains, looted of all its purpose. 

        Of course they would dispose of it.

        A ploom of ash and smoke floated up into the sky, almost drowning out the moon and stars. 

        The smell burned his nose. Charred metal and scorched earth, tainted with a hint of death.

        “No,” he whispered, so meekly he barely noticed he’d even said it aloud. 

        The hand on his face falls to the grass with a dull thump. 

        He couldn’t stand it. His knees wiggled underneath him until they finally gave out, allowing him to pathetically crumple to the floor. His lips quivered, his fingers twitched, his chest ached all at the sight. 

        Nothing. There was nothing there. Ash rained from the sky, floating into Shigaraki’s hair as he slumped forward, slamming his palms against the blackened dirt. All that remained of its existence, of your existence, was a perfect circle of burnt ground. 

        “No.”

        God, if he had looked closer into your eyes, he would have seen it. The despair. The utter hopelessness that came with knowing your fate. That came with knowing you were going to die, and nothing could stop it. 

        You had hid it with a smile, and sealed it with a kiss. 

        “No, YN.”

        He slammed his hands against the ground, screaming and shouting with every pound. 

        “NO! FUCK! NO! I WAS COMING BACK FOR YOU! I WAS GOING TO SAVE YOU!” 

        That’s not what you wanted. What you really wanted was for Shigaraki to not share your fate. You had been trapped by it, unable to move and only to embrace. The last thing you ever desired was to drag the love of your life down with you. 

        His body convulses with each sob as he curls in on himself, pressing his face into the dirt and letting out his strangled howls of grief. 

        “God- fuck, I was going to save you, YN,” he nuzzles his face against the ground, wishing it was the skin of your shoulder he loved to kiss so much. “I promise. I was going to come back for you.”

        Shigaraki hadn’t just lost you. 

        No; it was never that simple.

        Everything he ever had, the future that was in his grasp-- all gone up in a cloud of smoke. 

        The promise ring you wore.

        The smile on your face.

        The child growing in your stomach. 

        He had truly lost everything.

If it's not a bother, could I request Tomura, Shinsou, or bakugou comforting their s/o after a fight? They get into a small fight over something unimportant, but because of past trauma, their s/o takes it really personally and assumes they're either going to leave or scream at them? Feel free to ignore this for any reason!! I could just use the comfort :')

Oh sweetie! Come here and let me give you a tight hug 🤗 everything will be alright you hear me? Also, I have three gorgeous men who'll help you feel better ❤️

Title : Comfort

Characters : Bakugo/ Shigaraki/ Shinsou/ gender neutral reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff

Masterlist

Bakugo :

"Please don't leave me.."

Seeing your shivering form as you choked out your words made him regret everything that came out of his mouth. He never meant to upset you, and he should've known better than to carelessly start yelling and attempting to walk out on you.

You on the other hand, were desperately grabbing his sleeve, tears running down your cheeks and unable to meet his eyes.

He cursed himself and dragged you gently into his arms.

Memories of the night you opened up to him came stabbing him in the heart. He knew all too well how much pain and suffering you had to endure after being abandoned by everyone you considered family.

He remembered promising to never hurt you or leave your side for as long as he lived, yet there he was, about to turn his back on you after a silly argument. And it didn't even matter that he was just going out for some fresh air, you didn't know, and that's the main issue.

_ "I'm sorry babe, I was just stepping out for a moment." He whispered against your temple and traced your back reassuringly. He hated being the reason for your tears after promising to never cause them.

He kept you in his hold until your sobs finally stopped. You lifted your head off his chest and watched him gently wipe your tears away.

_ "I don't wanna fight anymore Katsuki, I hate it when we do." And it broke his heart to hear you uttering those words, especially that your arguments are mainly over stupid things.

_ "I know honey.. but please, don't forget that no matter what happens I will never leave your side." He caressed your cheeks and kissed your forehead, and then your nose: "I love you, always and forever." He muttered before closing the gap between your lips in a loving kiss as his arms kept you secured between them.

Shigaraki :

Contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend Shigaraki Tomura, the infamous villain, is in fact a gentle person when it comes to the few people he cares about.

Which is why when you recoiled, pushing yourself further into the corner, Tomura realized that he actually fucked up.

It was just a regular stupid fight over a regular stupid thing, and it meant absolutely nothing. But seeing you sheltering yourself in fear, Tomura felt like shit.

He never intended to raise his voice and he knew exactly the horrors you had lived through ever since you were a child.

_ "Y/n are you alright? Look at me please. I didn't mean to snap out I'm sorry." His voice was soft and warm. He wanted to touch you, to hold you close, but he didn't know if you were okay with it.

You lowered your hands and looked at his remorseful face. You knew he loved you, and you knew he wouldn't purposely hurt you, and most importantly, you wanted to be in his arms at the moment.

You jumped into his embrace and he held you tightly kissing your shoulder and resting his chin on top of your head.

_ "I love you y/n and I would destroy the world for you."

Shinsou :

Was it the first time you two got into an argument? No. Has it ever lasted more than a couple of minutes? Absolutely not. Then what was it this time? Why were you hugging him from behind and bawling your eyes out?

_ "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please stay, I promise I'll do better." You begged him through your sobs.

His eyes widened as realization hit him, and he turned around snatching your arm and pulling you into his chest.

Of course you would react the way you did after he turned around to leave the apartment.

You never wanted to be involved with anyone to begin with, you were content carrying on by yourself after everyone around you had left. But he was different, he was good to you, and he made you truly happy.

You trusted him more than anyone else in the world and he loathed himself for triggering all your anxieties, even if it was the last thing he wanted.

_ "Babe listen to me carefully, I am yours and you are mine until the end of times, and there is nothing that can change this. I love you and I always will." His tone was calming, and his touch was soothing.. same as always.

You nodded against his chest and felt his fingers gently caressing your back while his lips traced your neck and shoulder.

You looked up to find a pained pair of eyes gazing at you.

You smiled lovingly and stood on your tiptoes until you reached his lips and captured them in a passionate kiss.

Yo! I am the one who requested the male skinwalker reader. Thank you so much I think you did an amazing job!!! Also, happy belated birthday!

On another note, I was gonna make another request if that’s alright. I was thinking of another male reader with a creature creation quirk? Basically he can use human materials like skin, muscle, teeth, etc to make creatures that follow his commands. He would have bizarre mannerisms like never blinking, and in general have an unsettling air around him but is usually composed. I think it would also be cool is he had long hair that trail behind him and his body is built but scarred. If you could do headcannons for Shigaraki, Dabi, and Aizawa would be really cool (Shigaraki and Dabi with a villain reader, and Aizawa with a pro hero reader)!

Sorry for the length, and thank you again!!!

Yes, Commander!

Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi (Touya Todoroki), Shouta Aizawa x ProHero! and Villain!Male!Reader

Summary: Who knew these people would be attracted to a commanding creature creation Quirk user?

★☽A/N: So sorry for the late response! I was working on a little novel that I might release on Wattpad;)) If it goes well, I’ll publish it as a book! Again, thank you very much <33 ALSO MERRY CHRISTMAS!! Consider this a Christmas present by me <33

Contents: FLUFF – Headcannons

Alias Name: Fleshsmith Quirk: Bioforge The user has the ability to forge any sort of creature from human materials like skin, muscle, teeth, organs, and many others that follow his commands. The creatures will follow every command the user says and others who the user allows to command the creatures. Although the user is unable to give them special abilities, they are able to give them heightened abilities like strength, speed, agility, endurance, etc.

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Tomura Shigaraki (Tenko Shimura) [Villain! Male Reader]

He was walking through the mall after his encounter with Izuku Midoriya. He couldn’t help but find the boy’s scared face hilarious. He looked around and saw everyone minding their own business. He couldn’t help but feel envy towards them. Being able to have the freedom and the rights to do whatever they want was something that Tomura craved dearly.

For himself and his comrades.

He turned his head away from a store and didn’t see the figure in front of him, causing him to bump into the stranger and tumble a few feets back. The stranger grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him up. “Are you okay?” Tomura rubbed his eyes and looked up. An unsettling air was emitted around the stranger.

He swallowed his insults when he realized how tall the stranger was. His long hair, H/C and slick, was as grand as he was. His body was broad, with a few scars along his arms. Tomura couldn’t stop the shivers going down his spine when he saw the male’s eyes.

They weren’t even blinking! It was like they were staring deep into his soul. His pool of E/C was painfully terrifying, he had to pull his arm away from the stranger. “I’m fine!” he managed to utter. The stranger tilted his head in confusion and just smiled. “I’m glad.”

Tomura was a bit surprised by the gentle smile that was painted onto the stranger’s face. For a scary face and appearance, he had a gentle smile that brought warmth to Tomura- ‘WAIT! Stop- Am I thinking that?’ Tomura shook his head which brought curiosity from the H/C-haired. “Hm?” Tomura just waved his hands, a way to dismiss what he had done. “Nothing!” The stranger just shrugged and waved goodbye to the male.

“Wait!” The stranger turned and tilted his head, confused as to why the skinny male stopped him. “Uhm…” Tomura mumbled a bit before yelling out, “WHAT YOUR NAME?!” The stranger, not-blinking, smiled and answered. “Y/N.”

Later on, Tomura managed to convince Y/N to join the League and he quickly climbed the ranks! (Either to his efforts… or plain biased opinions and decisions by Shigaraki).

His Quirk helped the villains when it came to invading places to expand their organization.

Tomura would always try to include Y/N into everything. Was it obsession? Maybe it was and Tomura couldn’t give two shits about it.

Tomura had Giran gather quite the amount of men to make a lab for Y/N. It was for Y/N to gather his collection of human parts.

All For One also found quite an interest in the Y/N. Especially the doctor, who had him collect bodies, allowing him to grab the organs except the brain and give the corpse to the doctor. It was an… interesting trade that brought the doctor to favoring the tall male.

The members of the League were terrified of Y/N and stood their ground… 10 feet away from him.

Whenever he tried to give them treats, they would always run. Who knows? He could’ve put poison in them! (The only poison in them was a ton of sugar…)

And a few months later, they started dating! Tomura would always have Y/N in his room whenever he played games. It was mainly so that when he raged during gaming, Y/N was there to comfort and cuddle him.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki) [Villain! Male Reader]

When Y/N was introduced to the League by All For One, Dabi was clearly intrigued by the personally picked man. When he first met Y/N is definitely something he would remember.

As always, he was as curious as a dog when he heard of the “special selected villain” and wanted to see the hype. But he didn’t expect to have bumped into him during a mission! The mission was to collect data for All For One’s doctor. It was supposed to be a simple and quick mission– but the challenges ahead proved otherwise.

Just before Dabi reached the right hall, he had bumped into someone who was exiting a hall. He looked up from where he fell and froze. A tall and menacing man with long slick hair tied to a ponytail stood in front of him, his eyes wide and never dared blink. Dabi didn’t know his body could shiver in fear before– never even happened! Yet the man before him was making him feel things he had never felt.

Behind the person before him was a small army of human sized nomu-like creatures. “What are those?” He didn’t realize what he just asked until he saw the tall man look behind before returning his unblinking eyes towards Dabi. “My Quirk.”

That’s when it hit him.

He was the one who All For One personally chose!

He scrambled to his feet and coughed with embarrassment. “I-I see… That’s useful, I guess..” he mumbled. “Hm..” the villain hummed. “Dabi, was it? I heard of you from Giran.” Dabi was a bit surprised to have heard Giran speak of his existence. “Is that so?” He chuckled nervously. “Well, I bring a lot to the table so it makes sense I’m known!” Dabi spoke with pride.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Dabi,” he said, before rushing off to the designated break-in. Dabi shook his head and followed the trail of little creatures that followed the villain.

After the mission, Dabi walked up to the villain with a confident facade. “That was impressive, y’know?” He smirked. The villain, his eyes never blinking, smiled the most gentle smile. The smile couldn’t help but bring up memories from Touya’s childhood and his mother. “Thank you, Dabi.” Dabi coughed at the response. He crossed his arms and looked away. “So… I was wondering if we can hang out?” The villain’s face– even if Dabi couldn’t see it– was shocking.

“Really? My… sure!” Dabi whipped his head towards the villain’s gentle smile. “REALLY?- Fuck- Really..?” The villain smiled. “Of course. The name’s Y/N L/N, let’s get along!”

Who knew a dark and cold villain like Dabi got with the sweetest guy, ever? A scary and menacing looking one at that! 

When people found out, they thought they were such a power couple!

A little fun fact about Y/N’s Quirk is that they aren’t affected by anything, only by steel (like swords and such). So as a little power up, Dabi would light them on fire and Y/N would use them as some sort of explosives to create distractions

Dabi is absolutely smitten with Y/N AND DOES NOT WANT TO ADMIT IT! A tsundere, perhaps. He would always bring his plans to Y/N and ask him for advice.

Every time Dabi kills someone, he doesn’t burn them like he usually does. He would bring them to Y/N’s lab with a smirk and whistle at him. “YO! More bodies!” he would say with a proud smile on his face.

Dabi and Y/N would be a powerful couple that even Shigaraki has a hard time controlling.

Eraserhead (Shouta Aizawa) [Hero! Male Reader]

“Eraserhead!!” was the first thing Aizawa heard on the battlefield. He turned to find a tall and grand man behind him, with an aura like a villain. He would’ve thought he was a villain until he saw the man kick away a villain that was within his radius. “We don’t have much time, use your Quirk!” he urged. Aizawa shook his head, letting himself out of his trance and turned to the swarm of villains and let his Quirk activate and stopped all of their Quirks.

With the sound of a whistle, an army of little creatures– almost assembling Nomus if they weren’t so small– dashed past the hero and let themselves attack and attack the villains. The villains squirmed and yelled, demanding the little army of creatures to stop their assault but to no avail. Aizawa was surprised to see this and turned to find the stranger standing right behind him.

Out of character, he flinched and jumped away from the stranger, subconsciously gripping his scarf. The man stepped forward, a strange worried look on his face. “Sorry! Didn’t mean to frighten you.” For a man who was tall and gave off a terrifying aura, he was surprisingly kind to the hero. “Uhm…” he mumbled a few words and just shook his head. “It’s alright.”

The other hero just smiled and nodded his head. Shouta couldn’t help but to stare at the hero in front of him. His appearance was terrifying yet his smile was smoothing. His long hair only made him look even more grand. The hero looked like an evil duke from a fantasy book. “Ah… I’m not fond of my Quirk.” Shouta shivered at his chuckle. “Why?” he asked softly.

“I have to use real people’s organs… it’s my Quirk. You’re quite lucky to have such an impactful Quirk without some extras that come with it.” Shouta just crossed his arms and just scoffed. “Ain’t so easy with dry eyes, y’know?” The other hero’s reply with a scoff sent shivers down Shouta’s spine again.

“Name’s Fleshsmith.” Fleshsmith extended his hand towards Shouta who extended his and shook hands with him. He smirked when he introduced himself.

SHOUTA WAS SIMPING HARDDDDD!!!

Y/N’s Quirk is used rather differently than you normally think. He would use artificial bodies that could be stored into small pouches and can expand themselves! Even if he can use artificial lungs and such for the bodies, he still has to use a real heart.

Whenever he received a heart to use, Shouta would always reassure him and comfort him after he placed the heart into its container and store it in his lab :((

Y/N always felt insecure about his Quirk but Shouta always made him feel better with words of affirmation and lots of affections! Always made him feel better.

The news loves making Y/N the villain because of how he looks and often accused him for many accidents that he was involved with. (In said accidents, he was the one who SAVES THE PEOPLE not cause the suffering) and Shouta was always ready to face his dislike for public media to defend his love <33

After the accident with Stain, everyone eventually started to love Y/N! Some people even found his frightening appearance cool! And often compared his looks to Stain (mostly about how he looks way better than the hero killer.) When Y/N found out, he was overjoyed! And Shouta’s never been happier :))

★☽A/N: I LOVE SHOUTA SO SHSHSHHSHSHSH I DID TOO MUCH FOR THE MAN

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

A Father’s Love

Shigaraki x Male!Reader [PLATONIC]

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

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

Contents: FLUFF & SLIGHT ANGST?

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

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

All changed after recruiting a man with a unique Quirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he was wrong.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Hey Again I am so sorry about not getting the ask done. After writing things like 4 times only to have it deleted you lose the will:/ but I wont let that keep me from requesting so, could I request Bakugou,Kirishima,Shinsou,Todoroki and Shigaraki whos in the support course and ends up in the hospital in an accident there(nothn to bad happens tho) (for shigaraki mabye she just comes back a day later than she should have and tells him If that makes writing him eaiser) thank you love ur writing uwu

Hi again! Don’t worry about it, I get your pain. I’m very sorry that this is at late as it is.

Hope you enjoy the headcanons!

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Bakugō Katsuki:

- Bakugō had been on his usual way to pick them up from class, having to just go the way that he would usually go when having to navigate his way to class. Students throwing a glance on him was usually met with cold or angry looks in return.

- But that wasn’t the point of his trip. The extras just needed to get out of the way. The quicker that he could get to his s/o, the quicker they could get out of this school.

- There was just one problem. One rather problematic problem, which was answered by an student, mostly out of fear when Bakugō had come up and asked in such a scary manner.

- The last that the teacher had said was that [Name] was in the hospital and had been since the middle of the day, due to burning their hand during home ec.

- That idiot. The whole time that he was heading there, he kept muttering to himself. Spiraling from thinking how stupid [Name] could be, whilst he hurried up.

- When shown to where his s/o was, the first reaction wasn’t exactly the best one. Even yelling involved, making just everyone around the question what in the world was happening.

- But, at the end of the day, he was glad that they seemed okay. Following them home, he made sure not to hold their injured hand. He couldn’t stay mad at them, in the end.

Kirishima Eijirō:

- The moment that he heard the news, Kirishima wasn’t sure what to think or to react. How do you, when you hear something just like that? The only thing he was sure of in that moment was to get to them. Make sure that they were alright.

- It was lucky that his s/o hadn’t gotten hurt too badly. With a villain having crashed a building in a fight, whilst they had to go and collect some groceries for their dorm room. Merely having escaped with a few scratches and bruises from the fall. No one had gotten hurt, luckily. With the villainbeing caught almost after that, too.

- When Eijirō saw them sitting on the hospital bed, getting some of the last parts checked of them, he couldn’t help but to run over and embrace them. Grip secure around their body, a few hitched breaths leaving him. It enough to surprise s/o a bit here.

- As much as he didn’t want his mind to go back to those old tendencies, Kirishima just can’t help but to think that this was his fault. If he had just been there, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten hurt. Wouldn’t have had to experience that. But, rest to sure, of course his s/o was going to tell him that he shouldn’t be worrying over that.

- Will 100% bring them something to eat and to come over to his place afterwards for some cuddles to calm the nerves with. For the both of them, really. He makes sure to get their favorites and that they feel comfortable. Willing to listen if they want to talk about it.

- If Kirishima admits to how he feels about it, you know that his s/o will praise him and tell him otherwise. To where he can’t help but feel his face start to get red and to smile at how sweet they really are.

- " I have the manliest hero here with me, so I’m okay. Right? "

Shinsō Hitoshi:

- Being in the general class and it laying sort of close to the support course, they would often end up running into his lovely s/o. Even without pda, Shinsō still liked it whenever that he noticed them pass each other.

- Execpt for today, he hadn’t even managed to catch a glimpse of them. Even during lunch, they weren’t by their usual spot, where they would wait for him so that they could head to lunch together. If that wasn’t the strangest part, then it must’ve really been the silence of his phone. Not vibrating from the usual texts Shinsō would get throughout of his day.

- That was why he was going to get to the bottom of this. Now, waiting for students to thin out in their class, where he maybe could manage to catch the homeroom teacher before she left, to ask about his s/o.

- When he actually managed to come and ask, what he was left with was more worrying than what he would’ve expected. Apparently, due to having splinters stuck in their hands due to having to work on some uncarved tree stump for a project, they had to take to the hospital.

- Having been allowed to leave by now and gotten the name of the nearby hospital that they were staying in, Shinsō quickly headed off to see his s/o. If it had been awhile since they went there, it was probably cleared by now.

- Fate must’ve had it’s way, because when he was halfway there, he suddenly came face to face with [Name], who was all fixed and now wearing bandages on their palms. Just seeing they were alright made him all better again.

- During the whole walk back again to the dorm rooms at campus, he was the one that held their bag. Even if [Name] had to remind him that it wasn’t their shoulder that were hurt, he just couldn’t help it. Hitoshi felt better in their company.

Todoroki Shoto:

- When class had finished for the day and he got a chance to check his phone, Tododoki couldn’t help but to stop and notice a few calls from them that had been sent throughout the day.

- To say that he was confused was an understatement. The pair was more of a texting couple, so to see all of this.. As He was heading out, Tododoki wrote to them and asked what was the matter.

- With the chat going back and forth for awhile, it was first when he received one response that made him stop in his tracks. 'Can you pick me up from hospital?'

- The screen seemed so bright when he read it over multiple times, shutting and showing it into his pocket, before heading along of the hallway with hurried steps. The echoes seeming louder when he was just himself.

- It might’ve been stupid to worry about, since their school and the neighborhood here were relatively safe, but he wasn’t going to take any chance when he came to the one that he loved. The one who seemed to be able to cheer him up, even with the most cliche jokes that came to them.

- Once he had been allowed by Aizawa and practically ran there, Shoto asked the staff about them, before following along. Finding his beloved sitting on a chair, with only bandages around of him, he felt himself ease down.

- Apparently, according to [Name], they had only ended up tripping over a couple of steps during a trip to the grocery store, because they needed something for their class. Even though Tododoki had calmed down about that since, he still seems to hold their hand more whenever they reached a pair of stairs now.

Shigaraki Tomura:

- Shigaraki wasn’t one to worry over these things. He had grown so used to sending out people, wether it would be someone that he knew well or would be set out on a test. So why, oh why, was he suddenly feeling weird when he hadn’t heard a reply from them?

- It was first when the main door to their base was opened, with the familiar tug on the feet, that his back straightedges out again and that the scratches at his own neck stopped again, almost in disbelief. But if it was Dabi again, doing that just to make him get his hopes up, he’ll swo—

- " Tomura-san? Erh, sorry about that. Hospital waiting time took forever. "

- This man just stared, not even sure if he could believe in hearing something like that. Like, when the love of his life had just walked in to admit that they got themselves hurt by one of missions that he had sent them out on that would have really only taken an hour but now at least over a day - - Wait, no. That was what this was.

- He didn’t admit to it, till they showed their gazed fingers, having been accidentally caused by a hero that almost caught them. Shigaraki could absolutely feel his blood start to boil over, only having his s/o to stop him here in this empty bar from going on a murder spree.

- If they could make him relax for a moment and explain that they were fine, he would feel a bit more calm. Despite of the bright and clear anger that shone in his scratched eyes. It was even more the reason why he despised villains and didn’t want anything but to destroy.

- Except for [Name]. [Name] was one of the only things that didn’t count in that. And maybe some of the others, if he really admitted to it. Cause who would destroy, a thing that they held most dear to them?