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if you take a glance at tomura’s pc screen, you’ll realize that he made a sim that looks just like you and a cute lil corgi
tomura gets random phases where he watches totally spies for absolutely no reason at all.
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he is so done with her
Shigaraki x Barista Reader
“Your Number.” (Fluff)
Danm it...
DANM IT!.
it was you again... the same woman who'd always be working in the coffee shop. your usual 9 to 4 shift,Saturdays to Wednesdays to where on Thursday, to Saturday youd do your daily chores, errands or relaxing...
There you were again... and again... every morning handing Tomura his usual Plain coffee with two sugar packets and you could never forget his stirring stick.
Once again in a repeated schedule Tomura would go every morning only during the days when you work at 10 am for his coffee, 9 was too early to see you.. he didn't seem THAT desperate for your attention but later on he had to things... 10... well.. 10 was perfect.
This had been his routine now, to get this coffee and see you behind that counter... the place was nearly always empty when Tomura was there but he didn't mind that at all...
He was here just for you after all...
He'd always have his snarky yet bold attitude towards you... yet you never minded?
He couldn't help to wonder why...did he hate it? Maybe... Maybe not?
Even when he wasn't in his best moods and was acting all cocky and harsh you'd still be nice.
It'd been pissing him off for quite awhile now... his anger with your kindness, your niceness towards his bullshit... you never called him out, never insulted him, never made any bad remarks or said anything rude. Just the same
'good morning!',
'what can I get for you?' bullshit. What did you think of him? Really... Did you even think he was attractive, or cool... or funny? Or was he just like some rude customer you put up with... what the hell were you thinking...?
It was driving him nuts, his mind racing... he just had to know what you were thinking... maybe you thought he was attractive, maybe you even found him attractive and cute, or at the least charming... it's not like he was some hideous creature or anything... his thoughts started to become more and more lewd and intrusive as his eyes slowly traced your body from behind the counter... damn it... His eyes started wandering down your body, thinking about what you looked like underneath your uniform, your skirt and your top and... dammit all-
He began to feel a slight heat rising to his face, quickly covering his reddening cheeks with his hand, scratching his cheek with his long, bitten back nails. This was a bad habit of his when he got nervous.
“Damnit... no no no...” he mumbled, rubbing his fingers over his rough neck, trying to quell the intrusive thoughts that we're growing more and more prominent in his head. He was getting all worked up over a woman just because she was nice to him, and she was attractive... he let out a low, exasperated sigh, his eyes remaining fixated on you the entire time while you prepared his coffee.
He continued to stare at you from where he stood, letting his eyes travel up and down your form, tracing every detail of your figure. He found himself becoming increasingly distracted, trying (and failing) to control his thoughts.
It's all your fault... you were too damn nice, too nice to a person like him, and that was just encouraging the thoughts he was having about you...
His scratching suddenly became more intense as he became more and more agitated... he felt trapped. Trapped in this seemingly endless cycle of infatuation and desire, unable to escape the hold you had over him. He needed to say something, anything, to break the silence between the both of you. Taking a deep breath, he hesitantly looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and something else he wouldn't admit.
As he continued to stare he couldn't help but to wonder... would you be into him?
He could have sworn you Knew he was a villain. The moment where one day he had accident let down his mask in front if you as you stood in shock but quickly composed yourself to continue on and take his order.
He knew he wasn't the typical ideal type, He was too much of a dick, too standoffish with an attitude that didn't help much at all with making him approachable. He was awkward, he knew that much, his awkwardness could be endearing in some ways... but it would probably be a major turn off for most people.
His thoughts continued to race as he tried to figure you out.
'Fuck it.' Was all that rang in his mind as he subconsciously moved his body towards you.
'wait... wait..! Stop-... stop moving-!' His mind panicked as he stood infront of the counter as you looked up at him with a tilting head of confusion
"Do you need something sir?" You curiously asked
Dammit... he cursed himself, internally facepalming as he realised what he was doing, his eyes darting to the floor in embarrassment.
Why was it so damn hard to just ask... you...
It's was as if something was holding him back, like something inside him was keeping him from spitting it out. He felt pathetic, standing in front of you like a shy teenager with a crush.
As he heard you speak, he suddenly became acutely aware of the way you addressed him.
Sir? Why was it 'sir...' he was only twenty for Christ sake...
He scratched his neck again, trying to hide his reddened cheeks.
"I'd... like your number..." he mumbled, trying to sound as disinterested as possible as he forced himself to look up into your face, his eyes avoiding direct eye contact, instead focusing on the counter.
He knew it was a direct request and maybe a little bit sudden... but it had been gnawing at him for months now and he just... he just couldn't keep it in anymore.
"I'm sorry?" You furrowed your brows in confusion you didn’t hear him through his mumbles, you leaned over the counter to hear him better. He leaned forwards, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as he repeated himself a bit more clearly.
"I asked for your number..."
He was so close, the only thing separating them was the counter top itself. He could smell the faint scent of pertume on you, as well as faint traces of coffee that clung to your clothing and skin.
Number? Like your employee number?….
"Is there a complaint you'd like to do?" You looked up at him with worry. Did your services not satisfy him? Was it a complain?
He let out an annoyed grunt, rolling his eyes at your confusion.
"No, no... there's no complaint... I just..." he paused, his mind running in circles trying to find the words to say.
"I just, I-" he was getting flustered again, his heart racing in his chest as he looked at you. He had come all this way, he was so close to asking... so why did he feel so damn nervous?
Your eyes furrowed deeply as you tried to understand his stuttered words.
He cursed internally, frustrated by his inability to express himself properly. He knew he probably looked like a complete idiot right now, standing there and stammering like an imbecile, but he just couldn't push the words out.
This was so damn frustrating...
He knew what he wanted, he knew what to ask for but his damn mind and mouth just weren't cooperating.
He took a deep breath and tried again.
"just-" he started, still refusing to make eye contact with you. His fingers dug into the edge of the counter as he tried to calm his racing heartbeat.
"Just... give me your number... please..." Please? he thought in disbelief. He rarely used please... hell, he hardly ever said please. But somehow it just slipped out without him realising.
His heart beat faster as he waited for your response, mentally preparing himself for the possibility of rejection...
"M-m-my number?" You stuttered out as your cheeks rose red, as you began to realize he wanted your number. sure you'd get asked for your number not often but time to time by a couple of different men. But during work? With a customer you Knew was a villain? You wanted to decline but danm it you've been crushing on him for what? The longest he's ever came to the shop?
He couldn't help but notice the way your cheeks became flushed, a slight blush spreading across your face. For some reason that made his gut twist in a way he wasn't quite used to...
He leaned a bit further forwards, his eyes darting from the counter, to your face and back again, hoping that his intense look wasn't too off putting.
"Yes... your number..." he repeated, the words leaving his mouth a bit more firmly this time. He was nervous, anxious even, but he was determined to get what he came for.
"O-oh...o-okay um.." you nervously shuffled through the counter to find a pen and paper
He couldn't believe it. You were actually... agreeing? That was unexpected.
He'd thought you'd turn him down, maybe say your weren't interested, or that it was against policy for employees to give out their personal information to customers...
He watched you intently as you searched through the storage underneath the counter, his heart thumping in his chest.
He couldn't stop himself from scratching at his neck again...
"Hurry up..." he mumbled, his impatience growing with every second that passed.
He wanted your number, he needed your number as soon as possible.
He glanced around, noticing how some of the other customers were shooting him weird looks from their seats, probably wondering why he was leaned over the counter so much.
He grumbled under his breath, wishing they would mind there own damn business...
You finally found a pen and ripped an empty recipe paper nervously writing down your number as you bit the inside your your cheek.
He watched as you hastily scribbled your number down, his eyes eagerly following the movement of your hand.
His heart rate was increasing by the second, the anxiousness and anticipation was almost too much for him to handle.
He leaned himself forwards even further, his arms pressing against the counter as he craned his neck to get a better view of the number you were putting down.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, you stopped writing, ripping the piece of paper from the recipe book and holding it out to him.
He stared at it for a moment, his eyes fixed on the numbers you had written on it.
This was it. Your number... he could finally have a direct way of communicating with you...
He quickly snatched the piece of paper out of your hand, holding it between his fingers as if it was the most precious thing in the world.
He could feel the excitement building inside of him, his pulse racing as he folded the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket.
He looked back up at you, and for a split second, he almost felt like he was on cloud nine. But just as quickly as the feeling came, the reality of what he had just done hit him like a truck.
He'd just gotten the number of a woman he had zero chances of actually getting, and he didn't even know how to talk to women. He was in way over his head already.
He quickly attempted to school his expression, trying to maintain his usual bored and nonchalant expression, not wanting to let on how much this interaction had affected him.
But as he stared at your nervous expression and flushed cheeks, he realised he was failing miserably. He could feel his own face heating up, the tips of his ears feeling warm as the realisation hit him. He cleared his throat, attempting to compose himself before speaking.
"Thanks..." he mumbled, his voice coming out more gruffly than he had intended.
He knew he should probably say something else, anything else, but he was tongue tied.
His mind was racing a mile a minute, trying to think of something to say to make this situation less awkward. He fidgeted with the paper in his pocket, his fingers tracing over the numbers written on it.
"U-um-…T-thank you..." you softly spoke as you looked at his hidden features. Your ears were dusted with a hue of red as you looked up at him with the most loving eyes. He couldn't help but notice the way your eyes softened as you spoke, the look of admiration and affection in your gaze making his heart skip a beat.
He felt a sudden rush of heat to his cheeks, his body reacting involuntarily to your look.
He quickly looked away, desperately trying to hide the effect you were having on him.
"Whatever..." he mumbled, attempting to sound disinterested and unbothered but failing miserably.
He dug his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his fingers gripping the piece of paper that held your number. He knew he should probably leave now, he had gotten what he came for, after all... but something was stopping him from walking out the door.
He glanced back at you, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment too long before he spoke up again. "I..uh, I should get going..."
"Y-yeah um-" you cleared your throat before continuing
"yea... thank you for...coming,"
He nodded in response, his heart beating a little faster as he realised that this was it, he was actually leaving.
"Yeah, no problem...thanks..for your number ..again." he mumbled, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice.
He started to slowly back away from the counter, his eyes still fixed on you. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to stay here and talk to you, but he knew he couldn't.
"I'll..see you around..." he finally managed to say, giving you one last glance before turning and making his way towards the door.
“Y-yeah..”
As you watched him leave you felt your heart flutter with nervousness... excitement...happiness..., you held on to your chest with quivered lips as you watched him leave.
He pushed the doors open, stepping out into the bustling mall. He could feel his heart beating faster than usual, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He put his hands in his pockets again, his fingers automatically tracing over the piece of paper that had your number.
He could still smell the faint scent of perfume and coffee lingering in his nostrils, a constant reminder of just how close he had been to you.
As he walked through the mall, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief.
He, a villain, had just gotten the number of a cute, innocent worker. He smirked, a small chuckle escaping his lips as he thought about the whole interaction. It was so cliché, so movie-like, he felt like a damn fool. He had acted like a bumbling idiot almost the whole time, stuttering and blushing like a preteen boy with a crush.
He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of his thoughts. But no matter how much he tried, he couldn't forget the way you looked at him.
It replayed over and over in his mind, a never ending loop of your soft eyes and flushed cheeks.
As he continued to walk, he suddenly realised something.He had no idea what to do with your number.Sure, he had it now, but what was he supposed to do with it? Text you? Call you? He wasn't even sure if you'd actually respond.
He cursed under his breath, shoving his hands further into his pockets as he tried to figure out his next move. He considered just throwing the piece of paper away, it would probably save him a lot of trouble in the long run...
But as much as he tried to convince himself, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The thought of letting go of your number, of losing the only direct way he had of communicating with you, was too much for him to bear.
He needed that number, he had to have it. It was like some kind of sick obsession, the need to have this small piece of paper was driving him insane.
He grumbled to himself, frustrated by the conflicting emotions coursing through him. He didn't understand it, he didn't understand why he felt so drawn to you, why he felt this intense desire to have your attention. He had never felt like this before, not for anyone. It was like you had a hold on him, a power over him that he couldn't break free from.
He wasn't even sure if he wanted to break free, that's what worried him. He was becoming too attached to you, too obsessed...
As he continued walking, he suddenly caught sight of his reflection in a store window.
He looked a mess, his hair was sticking up at odd angles, his eyes were wide and dilated, and his cheeks were flushed red.
He quickly looked away, cursing under his breath again. Why did he look so damn flushed? Why was he acting like some love sick fool?
He gritted his teeth, feeling a wave of self loathing wash over him. It was pathetic, it was... embarrassing. He couldn't let anyone know how he was acting, they'd think he was weak, soft. It was bad enough that you had probably noticed his odd behaviour, if anyone else found out he'd never hear the end of it.
He had been walking for what felt like forever, his mind a tangled mess of thoughts and feelings. He was becoming frustrated, irritated at himself for being such a coward.
He had you number, he could text you right now if he wanted to... but he didn't know what to say.
He didn't want to come across as too forceful or inappropriate...
He let out an annoyed sigh, pulling the piece of paper out of his pocket again and staring down at the numbers scrawled on it.
He could feel the paper crumpling under his grip, his fist clenching subconsciously as he looked at it. as he stared down at the paper, reading the numbers over and over again, he knew it was pointless to try and deny it.
He was obsessed with you, completely and utterly obsessed. He couldn't go an hour without thinking about you, wondering what you were doing, if you were thinking about him...
He was a goner, and he knew it.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, quickly unlocking it placing in your number, opening up the messaging app.
He stared at the screen, watching the cursor blink silently as he tried to gather his thoughts.
What did he say? Should he be direct and straight to the point? Should he try to be casual and charismatic? Should he text you right away or wait until later?
He groaned in frustration, his fingers hovering over the keyboard but unable to type anything.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to do this, he had to send you a message. It didn't matter what it said, as long as he got the chance to talk to you.
He started a new message, staring at the blinking cursor again.
"Hey" he typed, then immediately deleting it. No, that was too casual. Too generic. He needed something more unique, something that would grab your attention.
He tried again, his fingers moving furiously over the keys.
"Sup?" No, that was too casual. Too dismissive. He didn't want to sound disinterested.
He backspaced again, trying a different approach.
"Hello." No, that was too formal. Too abrupt. It would make him sound like a creep.
He cursed under his breath, struggling to find the right words to say.
He didn't want to come across as too desperate or too casual. He had to find the sweet spot, the perfect message that would get your attention without sounding clingy or creepy.
He tried again, his fingers trembling as he typed.
"Hey, it's me..." he typed, then quickly deleted it. No, that was too vague. That would make you question who he was.
He grumbled to himself, getting more and more frustrated by the second.
He knew he was overthinking this, making a mountain out of a molehill...
But something about you just made his brain turn to mush.
He took another deep breath, trying to steady his nerves.
He had to just bite the bullet and type something, anything. It didn't matter what, as long as it got the conversation started.
He typed quickly, before he had a chance to second guess himself.
‘It's Tomura.’ he wrote, then quickly typed another message.
‘The guy who came into the coffee store earlier.’
'Black hoodie and blueish hair?’ You replied in a instant.
He chuckled at your description, his heart fluttering a bit at the fact that you remembered what he was wearing.
'Yeah, that's me.' he typed, a small, barely noticeable smile gracing his lips.
Tomura x reader (smut)
“Messaging.”
New message from -BRAT-
‘Hey’
‘Y/n I'm busy’
He texts back a few minutes later, his annoyance in the short reply was almost palpable. Sheesh.
‘What ya doing?’
Tomura groans reading your next message and rolls his eyes. Did you not understand the concept of him being busy? He was in the middle of something, he didn't have time to chat
‘I told you I'm busy.’
He quickly texts back, his patience was already wearing thin.
'Right haha sorry’
Tomura can't help but scoff at how quickly you gave up-annoyed that you apologized and didn't press further. He was expecting more of a back and forth but not even a minute later you apologized and backed down.
‘Don't be such a pushover’
He texts back with a bit of annoyance, but not necessarily at you, more so he wanted you to put up a fight
He sighs, tapping his foot impatiently against the floor as he glances around the small room. It's a rather boring room-grey walls, grey carpet, and a single bed in the corner. He was staying in a shitty motel for the night since it was already getting late.
He glances at his phone, seeing you hadn't replied yet. He was hoping you'd respond but was starting to think you didn't feel like it. He didn't think he had been too rude earlier...
"Tch..."
He mumbles quietly, scrolling through a shitty phone game to pass time. The more time that passed with you not replying, the more he started to overthink.
Usually you'd keep pushing him, yet for some reason today you hadn't. It was annoying how much you were suddenly acting so passive.
He checks his phone one more time to see if you had answered yet but sighs seeing the last message was still his.
Tomura puts his phone down on the bed, running a hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. He felt a small pang in his chest— something akin to guilt or regret. Was he being too rude earlier? He didn't think so but he was used to you being feisty and pushing back...
He rolls over onto his back and glances up at the ceiling, staring at a stain in the corner as thoughts start swirling around in his head. He really was overthinking this.
'Sorry I was taking a shower’
Tomura feels slight relief at finally getting a response from you, but also gets strangely annoyed all of a sudden. He can't understand why you apologizing again irks him this time—he just feels pissed at the fact that you're being so submissive, so obedient. Why weren't you pushing back?
‘Didn't ask’
He texts back quickly with a scoff, his response sarcastic and bitchy
'Bitch.'
Tomura doesn't expect that kind of response. His eyes widen a little in shock and he slowly sits up on the bed. He smirks at your words and laughs quietly to himself — there you were, finally putting up a fight.
‘Good to know you haven't lost your attitude’
He texts back, hoping to get some type of conversation going. It was boring as hell and he was starting to be antsy.
‘Whatever I was trying to be nice but all I see is a pissy boyfriend’
Tomura is a bit taken back at being called "pissy". He was more annoyed and bored if anything, but you were right about the boyfriend part. He was being a bit sour.
‘Shut up. I'm not pissy I'm just busy and your ass kept messaging me even though I told you so. You're the one being a pain in my ass right now.’
He texts back, a tinge of irritation in his words even though he's kinda amused
'Two messages are you dense?'
‘Doesn't matter how many times you texted. I still said I'm busy and told you to knock it off.’
He rolls his eyes, getting a tad more annoyed that you're being a smart ass but not too annoyed to not entertain it. As much as he can't admit it, he did miss your little back-and-forth. It was interesting. Plus having someone to chat with distracted him from the boredom currently taking over his thoughts.
‘Whatever are you still busy? Or are you with your side piece?'
Tomura can practically feel himself getting more irritable by the minute. How little did you trust him? Why would you automatically assume he'd go and see another woman? The fact that it kinda stung that you'd think that pissed him off
‘You know damn well I'm not with a side piece. Besides who in their right mind would even put up with me?’
He texts back, leaning back against the headboard of the crappy motel bed with a huff
‘Unfortunately me.'
‘Shut up. You make it sound like putting up with me is a chore’
He grumbles, not amused at your sarcastic comeback. He wants to say something harsh to you to get you riled up but can't find the words that won't make him sound like a jackass. So he keeps it short and simple, and thankfully his next message from you pops up on his phone before he has time to think too much on what to say next. He looks at your response and huffs, shaking his head as he types back.
'It is babe.'
Tomura can feel himself get more worked up by each text from you. You were really being a sarcastic ass today. He couldn't even deny the fact that you were correct in what you said. It was usually a chore to put up with him and he knew that... but that didn't mean it hurt any less to be reminded of it— by his own partner no less.
‘Shut it. Be nice to me damnit’
'I tried to be and you called me a pushover.'
Tomura's hands clench into fists as he reads the last message. You were right, you did try being nice and he essentially just told you to shove off. He's starting to feel guilty... but of course he can't show that
‘That's 'cause you'd been acting like one by apologizing and backing off so damn quickly’
‘I forgot you like it when I get all bitchy'
Tomura has to bite back a grin at your last message. The fact that you were fully aware of how he liked it when you were snarky and challenging was amusing to him. It was also a slight turn on too...
‘You damn right I do. I like you better when you're biting back.’
'whateverrr. Hurry up and get home.'
Tomura feels a small sense of giddyness at your next message. You wanted him to come home. You missed him? He can feel the corners of his lips tug up into a small, uncharacteristic grin
‘I will. I'm almost done up here then I'll be back. Still can't believe you're being so clingy though.’
'well I miss you and your dick.'
Tomura nearly drops his phone as he reads your message. The grin on his face grows wider into a smirk and he can't help the flush that's creeping across his cheeks. Out of all the responses he was expecting... that wasn't one of them
‘You miss my dick huh? What happened to you being so innocent I gotta remind you to watch your language?’
'Oh please you don't say that when you stuff it down my throat'
Tomura's dick twitches slightly at your last message, immediately imagining you on your knees for him. He groans quietly to himself, quickly typing a response back as his free hand comes up to run through his messy hair.
‘Watch it babe. Keep talking like that and I might never make it back’
He gets a sudden idea, one that he's not sure you'd like but it's worth a try
‘Hold on, gimme a sec. I have and idea’
‘Oh?’
Tomura quickly opens the camera app on his phone, setting it to the front camera
‘I'm gonna send you something but I want you to promise that you won't freak out.’
‘I swear if it's another one of those videos where you torture someone I'm losing it.’
Tomura rolls his eyes, not surprised that you'd think that. He can't help but laugh a little at how wrong you can be sometimes.
Although, in all fairness, he was unpredictable and the videos of him 'messing with' unsuspecting heroes probably didn't help
‘No, I'm not sending you a murder video. I'm not stupid.’
"Good.'
He scoffs, typing his next text
‘You gotta have more faith in me babe’
He holds up his phone so his face is visible, and with his free hand, he reaches under the hem of his shirt, his palm coming to rest just above the waistband of his sweatpants. He smirks into the camera, his eyes locking on the phone as he clicks send. He's anxious to see how you respond to the picture, since the only thing visible in the picture are his face, bare stomach, and his sweatpants that are being tugged down slightly
'Fuck.’
‘That was hot.'
Tomura reads your response and he can't help but smirk, feeling a wave of pride at how you reacted to the picture. He was so damn right to send it and get you worked up. He texts you back within the minute, the smirk still plastered on his face
‘Ya like it?’
As you viewed his picture repeatedly you quickly send him a picture of you in his favorite langire as you set the camera showing off your curved body as you stroke a sexy pose on his bed.
Tomura's eyes widen at the picture that suddenly pops up on his phone. You were in his favorite underwear that he bought for you. You were laying on his side of the bed in a seductive pose and it looks like you've already spread your legs a bit...
“Goddamn...”
He whispers, feeling his sweatpants get tighter as he stares at the picture
He quickly types another message, his breaths a little shorter as he stares at the picture you sent as he takes it in slowly
‘You're trying to kill me aren't you?’
‘You started it, Do you have any idea how much I need you.?'
Tomura feels his chest tighten a bit at your words, wanting nothing more than to be able to touch you himself. His hand that's above the waistband of his sweats dips a little lower, a frustrated huff leaving his lips
‘I'll be back soon. That's a promise’
He sighs and glances away from the phone and back up at the ceiling of the crappy motel. Part of him is tempted to send you another picture but he stops himself, thinking it'll be better if he waited until he got home to get his hands on you himself.
As he tried to dose off he got another notification. You had send him a video of you folding your tits together with one hand as you looked up at the camera with those stupid lustful eyes.
Tomura's dick twitched as he watched, his need growing with every second. He could feel his pre-cum already starting to dampen his boxers as he saw his girlfriend’s naked body. You’re beginning to explore your body, cupping your breasts, squeezing and pinching your nipples, which stood erect and begging for attention. Tomura imagined it was his mouth working on those nipples, sucking and teasing them with his tongue.
Tomura couldn't take it anymore. He needed release, and he needed it now. He stripped off his clothes, his hands already working on the button of his sweats. As he threw his clothes aside, his cock sprang free, hard and dripping. He grasped it tightly, pumping it slowly as he imagined your mouth wrapping around his length, your lips kissing and sucking the tip.
He closed his eyes, letting the video play in his mind, feeling the warmth of the room and the tight pull of desire in his balls. He imagined you were there, your mouth working its way down his body, tasting every inch of him, your hands teasing his balls, playing with them, squeezing gently as your tongue flicked and teased.
Tomura's breathing quickened as he stroked his dick, faster now, a steady rhythm as the head of his cock glistened with pre-cum. His imagination was on fire, he pictured your mouth taking him deep, your throat working as you took him to the back of their mouth, sucking hard, your eyes looking up at him, full of desire.
Fuck he needed you so badly. He was this close to waiting it out, to not touch himself while he was away from your aching body. But you had to send him the most sexy video.
His hand bucked up and down his needy cock as his thump bullied his pink top just how you would.
“F-fuck-..” his voice rasped lowly as he tried to hold in his moans.
“Need you so badly.. s-shit..” he groaned as you continued his movements his balls becoming sloppy bouncing up and down his movements and his tip dripping with pre-cum.
He tilted his head back from all the lent up frustration as he groaned softly.
“H-haa..” he muffled out as he felt himself come closer to his release. His hands gripped around his cock as he hurried his movements rapidly.
“S-shit shit shit y-y/n..” he groaned and grunted as he felt his cock twitch rapidly while he released. As he continued his movements rising his high his breath rasped and hitched.
His cum oozed out his twitching cock dropping down his hand to his sloppy balls. He quickly picked up his phone snapping a quick picture of the sight sending it straight to you.
‘You’re such a damn brat. You’ll get that when I get back, You want me to get you pregnant huh? You want me to come back home and knock you up. Is that what you want?`
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.
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.
Ahhh, I love your writing hotch33tos! May I request a fluff between Tomura Shigaraki x fem reader who's quirk is healing. One night she's healing Shigaraki and she just can't stop looking at him leading her to blurt out if she can do skin care on him. That or just a fluff scenario between him and a fem reader healer🫶💛
Thank you sm for my first Request! You asked and will receive! (Hopefully it’s to your liking🫶🏼)
Shigaraki x Reader Healer
“Skincare”
🌙scenario
"What- What the hell? It's 2 in the morning What are you doing in my room?!" Tomura looks up from his gaming set he was surprised to see you up so late.
"Hey... I noticed you had some scars that needed healing and I thought I might come check them" you softly replied as you walked in closing the door behind you as you turned on the light.
He flinched as the light turned on, the brightness was unexpected for him. He sat up on the edge of his bed, looking at you.
He rubbed his neck, his eyes looking you and your hands up and down.
"You- You want to heal my scars?"
"Shigaraki im the leagues healer it’s my job remember" you laughed softly.
He rolled his eyes as you spoke as if he could've forgotten that, a hand going up to rub one of his scars.
"Yeah yeah I know idiot, but can you heal all of this? I have a lot of scars you know..."
"I'm sure I can" you walked over to him, "can I sit down?"
He nodded, shifting over slightly incase you wanted to sit on the bed. He eyed your hands, still unconvinced you could heal any of his scars.
"Go on... Try it. You probably won't heal anything anyway..."
He smirked, a bit of skepticism in his voice.
"Are you doubting me?" You chuckled as you looked at his scars on his arms.
He chuckled back, letting you get a good look as you came closer. He held out an arm, waiting for you to try and heal it.
"I'm just saying, ive had these for quite some time though they haven’t healed. I doubt a healer would be able to do anything about them now. Go on, try."
You picked up his hand gently as you traced your finger over the scar before leading it do your lips giving it a soft kiss.
To say he was surprised at the kiss would be an understatement. His eyes widen, face turning slightly pink as he stares at your lips for a few seconds.
"Wha- What are you doing...?"
His voice is quieter now, trying to hide the surprise. No one has ever gone so far as to kiss his scars, let alone kiss him in general...
"Healing you" you chuckle before you noticed his scar was gone you looked up at him admiring his other scars they made him seem like so much more...
His eyes widen again as he looks down at where the scar once was, watching as the skin completely healed over, as if the scar was never there. He glanced up at you in disbelief, almost not believing what just happened.
"You- You actually just healed it... I can't believe it. Can you do the others too?"
You nodded as you traced and placed kisses on the other scars and injuries on his hands, you felt yourself blush a little you finally stopped to admire his face... it look okay right now it wasn't the best skin he's had which made you think of something... skincare.
With each kiss that healed on of his scars, his face got more and more red. He was starting to get flustered from all of this affection, glancing down as you finally stopped. Seeing you studying his face, he raised an eyebrow, looking curiously at you
"Why are you looking at me like that? What is it?"
"Can I do a skincare on you!?" You blurted out as your ears turned red "ah.! Sorry i didn't mean to-" you waved your hands trying to take back what you said.
Shigaraki blinked, completely taken aback by the blurted question. His cheeks were a deep blushing red at that point, but he didn't hate the idea at all...
"Uh... Yeah sure... Go for it I guess. Just don't make me look like some damn doll, got it?"
You chuckled at his doll comment,
"I won't" you covered your mouth with one hand trying to lower your laugh.
He gave a small pout at your laughter, crossing his arms in a jokingly upset state.
But he was secretly enjoying the attention you were giving him. He tilted his head at you, his messy hair covering his left eye like a curtain
"What? Why are you laughing at me? Just do your damn skincare already, woman."
"okay 'll be right back" you got up in a hurry to your room while you were walking you wondered why he had agreed it seemed odd but you were glad he didn't decline your sudden offer
He sat there on his bed, watching you run out of the room in a hurry.
He still questioned himself on why he agreed to letting you even touch him, even more so with the thought of doing a skin care routine on him. Shigaraki shrugged, sitting back in his bed and waiting for you to return.
As he sat there waiting, he let his mind wander to his feelings towards you. He had to admit, you were attractive. But he never thought he would ever get any affection from you, yet here he was, agreeing to you to do a skincare routine on his scars and skin. Shigaraki leaned back in the bed, thoughts of you still in his mind...
A few minutes later, he heard your footsteps approaching his room.
He slowly sat up, waiting for you to come back in. He was still questioning why he was letting you do this to him, but deep down, the idea of having your hands touch his face excited him, just a bit.
You opened the door, holding your skincare products in your arms. You looked up to see him leaning back on the bed, waiting for you with a neutral look on his face. He glanced down at your arms, looking over the products you brought with you.
"Looks like you brought a lot of stuff...Are you gonna put all of that on my face?"
"Well if I want your face to be smooth and glowing yes!" You chirped as you placed everything in the bed in order.
He rolled his eyes at the thought of his face being 'smooth and glowing.' He had never had a full-blown skincare routine before, so he had no idea what was coming for him.
He looked over each product you had laid out, seeing so many creams, lotions, and other stuff.
"Yeesh... You need all of that to fix my skin or something?"
"Just to make it better trust me you'll relax just lay back on the bed and let me handle you" your lips Curley into a smile as your cracked your fingers, one thing about you was out LOVED doing skincare's and when you did them you always did them right.
He flinched slightly, hearing you crack your fingers. It seemed so... Professional? He let out a low sigh, laying back on the bed, his head laying comfortably on the pillow. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for whatever you were going to do to his skin.
Despite the skepticism about the skincare, in the end, he just wanted to have your hands touching him...
As you begin to work your magic on Shigaraki, he can feel the various creams being applied to his face, followed by the gentle feeling of your hands rubbing his skin. As much as he wanted to act cold and distant, your touch was soft and gentle, making it impossible not to relax and enjoy the feeling of your hands on his face.
"Damn... Your hands are softer than I thought they'd be..."
"Well ill have you know I do hand-care too" you softly spoke as you applied a cleansing cream rubbing it over his safe as you waited a couple of minutes before wiping it with a damped towel
As you gently rub the cleansing cream on his face, he couldn't help but let out a small sigh of relief. The cream felt cool and soothing on his skin, and your soft touch made the entire experience even more pleasurable. He couldn't believe he was actually enjoying something like this
"Hmph, you seem to have a lot of knowledge on this stuff... Where'd you even learn all of this from anyway?"
"I watch a lot of videos and before I joined the league I did not have this pretty face" you smirked
He raised an eyebrow as you mentioned not having a pretty face before. He found that hard to believe, as his own opinion, you were very attractive. But he was curious now about what you looked like before.
"Oh really? Well, now I'm interested to see what you looked like before this 'pretty face.' Got any old pictures lying around?"
"Maybe I'll see if I can find any later" you wiped his face before turning in the air mister you had
He watched as you turned on the air mister, the cool mist spraying lightly on his face.
The sensation was unexpected, but not unpleasant. He closed his eyes, enjoying the coolness as the mist touched his skin.
"Hmph... I guess this stuff isn't half bad. What else you gonna do to my face?"
"Well I'm going to hydrate it,moisturize, pluck any hairs,massage it..."
His eyes widened as you rattled off the list of things you were going to do to his face.
Plucking, massaging, what the hell did you have planned on doing to him...
"Plucking hairs? And massage? You gonna turn my face into rubbery mush or something?"
"Just close your eyes and relax" you huffed as you started to place under eye and mouth hydrating patches.
He gave a slight eye roll at your comment, but closed his eyes nonetheless, letting you place the patches on his skin. He had to admit, the feeling of the patches was slightly soothing, almost like a small massage of sorts.
He let out a small sigh as he laid there, wondering if all these products were actually necessary for a skincare routine.
You took out your phone raising it up as you took a picture quickly putting it away
The sudden sound of your phone camera clicking made his eyes shoot open in surprise. He turned to glare at you, a small pout forming on his face
"Hey, what was that for? Were you just trying to snap a picture of me with this stuff on my face?"
"no! just shush!" You closed his eyes as you grabbed your eyebrow pluckers.
Shigaraki grumbled, but obediently closed his eyes once again. He knew there was no point in arguing with you when you were so determined. He held still as you picked up the eyebrow pluckers,
"Damn... You really gonna pluck my eyebrows?"
" you know you talk to much" you giggled as you began to pluck his eyebrows but you realized... he had none...
He rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at your comment about talking too much. As you started to pluck his eyebrows, he noticed that there was nothing there to pluck.
"Uh, you do notice that I don't have any eyebrows, right? What's the point of plucking something that's not even there?"
"Shigaraki... I just noticed." You busted out laughing.
He looked at you, his face a mix of confusion and annoyance. But seeing you laugh so openly made it a bit impossible to stay frustrated with you. He sighed, crossing his arms in a pout
"Well, I'm glad you find humor in my lack of eyebrows, but seriously, what were you planning to do to my nonexistent eyebrows anyway?"
"Okay okay let's just move on to something else oh I know let's take off your blackheads!"
His face twisted into a look of discomfort at the mention of blackheads. He hadn't even thought about the possibility of having blackheads on his face.
"Yeesh... You sure you're gonna find any? I don't even remember the last time I looked at my face up close in the mirror..."
He laid back on the bed, resigning himself to letting you do whatever you wanted. He just hoped the blackhead removal wouldn't be too painful, especially since he wasn't sure how many there were on his skin...
You placed a nose patch in his skin and waited for it to dry before peeling it softly
"okay we got some just need to take off the rest..." you mumbled as you started to press down his nose with a blackhead removing tool
Shigaraki watched as you placed the nose patch on his nose. He wrinkled his nose at the feeling, but said nothing. Once you started to press down on his nose with the tool, he flinched, feeling the slight pressure of each blackhead being removed.
"Damn... that feels weird. How many of those are you gonna get out..?"
"Just a little more..." you mumbled focusing
He huffed in slight annoyance, but he knew better than to question you when you were so focused. He closed his eyes, letting you continue to work on his nose. The feeling of each blackhead being removed was... strange. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't pleasant either.
"Hurry up... I'm starting to feel weird just laying here."
"Okay okay I'm done" you replied as you cleaned his face with a makeup remover and removing all the hydrating patches you had placed on his under eye and lips
"Wow your lips look just a bit better but it’s missing something.."
He opened his eyes as you removed the last of the patches, feeling a bit lighter now that all the products were off his face. He sat up slightly on the bed, his hand coming up to touch his cheek.
"Huh... I have to admit, that actually did feel kinda nice. And you really think my lips look better already?"
"I'm not done yet!" You pushed him down softly as you began to grab your watermen lip mask and spoon some out gently rubbing it on his lip
He grunted as you pushed him back down, a small pout forming on his face. He watched as you rubbed the watermelon lip mask on his lips, the cool sensation on his skin feeling surprisingly refreshing.
"Hmph... This stuff better be worth it. My lips better be as soft as yours by the time you're done with me."
"Yeah yeah well I'm trying my best" you huffed as you took a bad and opened it revealing a face mask
He chuckled at your huff, knowing he could get under your skin with just a few words.
As he watched you rummage through the bag to pull out a face mask, he raised an eyebrow
"Are you seriously putting a face mask on me too? What the hell is the point of that?"
"Don't worry just know you'll skin will feel much better" you smirked as you placed it over his face
He let out an exaggerated sigh, but remained still as you placed the face mask over his face. He had to admit, he had never done anything like this before, and having you take care of his skin felt a bit nice.
"This is so ridiculous... I feel like a damn doll being pampered right now."
He laid on the bed, his face covered in the mask, feeling completely ridiculous. He could faintly smell the scent of the face mask, a bit of chamomile and lavender.
"You better hope this stuff actually works, or I'm gonna look like a complete fool for letting you to this to me..."
"Well don't worry about it just relax.!"
He rolled his eyes, but he had to admit that the face mask actually felt somewhat nice.
He closed his eyes, trying to relax as you instructed.
"Easier said than done... When will you take this damn thing off my face anyway?"
"Just 10 minutes even tho it's suppose to be 15 but you get impatient"
He sighed in annoyance, not wanting to admit you were right about him being impatient. 10 minutes... he could handle that.
"Hmph... fine. 10 minutes, but I better be getting something good at the end of this. Better be some smooth skin at the very least."
He laid there, feeling the minutes ticked by slowly as the face mask stayed on his face.
He tried to distract himself by thinking about other things, but every minute felt like an eternity.
"Ugh... How much longer do I have to keep this thing on? It feels like it's been 10 minutes already..."
"It's barely been 3" you chuckled
He grumbled at your comment, feeling even more impatient now knowing it had only been three minutes.
"Ugh, seriously? Only 3 minutes? I feel like I've been laying here forever. I don't even think this damn thing is doing anything to my skin anyway..."
"Oh my god okay well just leave it for 5"
He huffed, but resigned himself to waiting another 5 minutes. He knew resisting would be pointless, especially when you were so determined.
"Ugh, fine. 5 more minutes. But if it doesn't do anything, I'm never letting you touch my face again."
You huffed in annoyances as you waited for 5 more minutes to pass, after they did you took off the sheet mask and began to massage his face with cream
He grumbled as he lay there patiently, time seemingly dragging on forever. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, you removed the mask from his face.
He opened his eyes expecting to see the same old dry skin on his face, but instead, his skin actually felt surprisingly smooth and supple. The texture was completely different than what he was used to.
"Wait.is this real? My skin feels different... Did the face mask and cream actually work?"
"Well just a little you don't care much for your skin huh" you messaged his face softly
He chuckled at your comment, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Yeah, I guess you can say l've never really paid much attention to my skin. I've always just thought it's skin, why worry about it? But I have to admit, it feels kinda nice having you take care of it like this..."
He let out a small hum as you continued to massage his face, the feeling of your fingers on his skin was surprisingly soothing. He closed his eyes, letting himself relax into the comfortable rhythm of your motions.
"You sure know what you're doing. My skin feels so much nicer than before. I might have to let you do this more often..."
You chuckled "well l'd be happy, to I enjoy these kinds of things anyway..."
He smiled slightly, feeling surprisingly relaxed with you taking care of his skin.
"I have to admit, I didn't think this whole skincare routine thing would be so... nice.
I always thought it was just for girls, but having someone pamper me like this feels kinda good."
He opened his eyes, looking up at you as you continued to massage his face. The feeling of your fingers on his skin was strangely comforting, and he found himself wanting the moment to last longer.
"You know, I never would have thought that l'd be the kind of person to enjoy getting pampered... But here I am, lying here letting you touch my face and treating me like royalty."
"Well you have to take care of yourself now and then" you smiled softly as you finally stopped
"god my back hurts..." you whined as you sat back all the standing up while bending your back did a number one you
He sat up as well, noticing the tired look on your face.
"Hey, you look like you're exhausted. You were standing over me for like an hour, no wonder your back hurts."
He couldn't help but chuckle as you complained, but he still felt somewhat guilty that you were tired out from pampering his skin.
He patted the empty space on the bed next him, gesturing for you to join him on the bed.
"Come here, sit down for a bit. I feel a little bad that your back is so tired because of me..."
"It's okay this is the pain of a successful skin care routine " you laughed as you laid down on his bed enjoying the softness
He chuckled at your comment, feeling slightly guilty but appreciative nonetheless.
"Yeah, I guess that's one way to look at it. But still, you worked hard pampering my skin, the least I can do is let you relax a bit on the bed."
He laid back on the bed beside you, feeling its softness beneath him. He looked over at you, admiring your tired but satisfied expression.
He reached out a hand and gently touched your hair, running his fingers through it.
"You look exhausted, but happy. I guess pampering my skin really was that much fun for you, huh?"
You felt yourself shiver from his touch enjoying yourself get pampered by him now
"pampering me now Mh?" You softly spoke as your eyes closed
He chuckled softly as he saw you shiver slightly from his touch.
"Yeah, I figured I could return the favor and pamper you for a bit, since you did such a great job pampering me."
He continued to run his fingers through your hair, his touch soft and gentle, enjoying the way your eyes closed in contentment.
He leaned a bit closer to you, his hand moving from your hair to gently caress your cheek.
"You know, seeing you so relaxed like this is... nice. I never would have thought doing something like this together could feel so good….” He mumbles before he notices you drifted off to sleep..
Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt4 (Final Pt)
Tomura shigaraki x reader
🌟smut
pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4
"W-what?!" You ask " you can't do that s-shigaraki..." you exclaim
Tomura's irritation flared at your protests. He wasn't used to being challenged, especially not by someone like you.
"I can do whatever the hell I want!" he snapped, his voice raised. "And I don't want you leaving this group! I won't allow it!".
Tomura gritted his teeth in frustration, your reminder about AFO adding to his growing anger. He knew All For One's involvement complicated things even further.
"Damn it!" he cursed, his voice strained.
"Why did you go to him first, huh? You didn't think it was important to talk to me about this first?"
You looked at him in frustration reminding him that you did, Tomura paused for a split second, caught in the truth of your words. You had tried to talk to him, but he hadn't listened. He had been too focused on his own anger and bitterness to truly consider your feelings.
"Damn it..." he muttered, his voice quieter now. "You're right. You did try to talk to me, and I didn't listen."
Tomura noticed the slight smile on your face, and it caught him off guard. It was the first hint of positivity you had shown since you entered his room. He stared at you for a moment, his anger slowly subsiding.
"You... you smiled," he muttered, his voice almost a whisper. "Why?"
You shake your head telling him it was nothing
Tomura's eyes narrowed slightly, his sharp gaze studying your expression. He could tell that there was more to your smile than you were letting on.
"It wasn't nothing," he replied, his voice slightly softer. "Tell me why you smiled."
"Because you realized." You said in a serious but caring tone.
Tomura's expression softened a bit as he picked up on the seriousness in your tone. He knew you weren't messing around, and he was beginning to understand the weight of the situation.
"Yeah, I realized..." he said, his voice slightly resigned. "I... I messed up. I ignored your feelings, and I didn't give you a reason to stay."
The silence that settled between you was heavy. Tomura's eyes darted around the room as he searched for something to say, a way to express his growing regret.
"I... I know l've been a jerk," he finally said, his voice slightly trembling. "But I don't want you to leave. I don't want you to leave because of me..."
Your heart ached, he didn't want you to leave and he let you know that. As Tomura's words hung in the air, a raw and honest admission of his own feelings. The thought of you leaving because of his actions weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't deny the truth in his own words.
"I care... about you," he continued, his voice got quieter.
"And I hate that I let it get to this point. I don't want you leaving because of me."
Shigaraki mumbled as you held onto your hand with a pinky trying not to hurt you.
Tomura felt a surge of mixed emotions as you held onto his hand, your pinky looped around one of his, being careful not to touch with all five fingers. He looked down at your hand holding his, and his heart filled with an unexpected mix of tenderness and remorse.
Tomura's eyes locked onto your face, his gaze filled with desperation. He was willing to do anything to make you stay, even if it meant stripping away his own pride and ego.
"What do I have to do?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability.
"Just tell me what I have to do to make you stay..."
You look away as you felt yourself get red seeing him like this made you weak you couldn't bare look at him.
Tomura noticed your flustered reaction, the way you averted your gaze, and it made his heart flutter. Seeing you get red, the effect he was having on you, it made him feel a mix of surprise and a hint of satisfaction.
He stepped closer, trying to get your attention, his voice slightly quieter.
"Look at me..." he said, his voice tender yet tinged with a hint of pleading.
You looked at him with tired eyes as they fell from his eyes to his lips, His eyes gaze on your tired eyes, your weary expression weighing heavily on his heart. He could see the exhaustion in your eyes, the toll the past few days and his actions had taken on you. And then, your eyes drifted downward, fixating on his lips, and his heart skipped a beat.
He couldn't help but notice the direction of your gaze, and a flicker of realization passed through him. Was there more to your look than just exhaustion...?
Shigaraki stepped closer to you as he did something he wouldn't have thought to do grabbed your hands and kisses them with his chap lips,the impulsive and tender gesture surprising even himself. He had never imagined himself being so bold, so affectionate, but here he was, grabbing your hands and pressing his chapped lips to them.
The kiss was brief but gentle, a simple yet intimate act that spoke volumes of his vulnerability and desire to make things right. He looked at you, his heart beating fast, waiting for your reaction.He led you to the bed, gently guiding you to sit down. As you settled, he stepped back, creating a small distance between you two. He looked at you with an expression that mirrored his own inner conflict.
"Just... think about it, okay?" he said, his voice softer than usual. "Rest, gather your thoughts. I won't nag you anymore. I promise."
Tomura waited anxiously for your response, the silence between you both feeling agonizingly long. He fought the urge to rush you, to push for an answer right away, but he knew he had to give you space to make a decision.
He fidgeted slightly, his nerves on edge, his heart in his throat as he waited for your words, hoping, almost praying, that you would choose to stay with him.
You looked away flustered you didn't know this side of shigaraki and you were enjoying every single bit of it.
He took a noticed on the look on your face, the shyness and hint of enjoyment in your expression. Seeing you react in this way, flustered by his unexpected tenderness, only added fuel to the fire within him. He wanted more, for you to feel this way because of him.
He took a step closer, closing the small gap between you both. His voice was a soft whisper.
"Don't look away from me... please..."
As he made you lay down on his bed beside him her kissed your neck softly and gently hopping l'd change your mind.
As you laid down on the bed, Tomura followed suit, lying beside you. He leaned closer, his lips finding the soft skin of your neck. The gentle kisses he placed on your neck were tender, his touch light and warm. He closed his eyes, hoping, praying that his actions would be enough to make you stay.
His voice was a soft whisper as he continued planting kisses along your neck.
"Please... don't leave me..."
Tomura heard your whimper, felt the tension in your body as you struggled against his touch, and internally cursed himself. He didn't want to manipulate you, he just wanted you to stay, to give him another chance.
"I'm sorry..." he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm not trying to manipulate you, I just... I just don't want you to go. I want you here, with me..."
"I-I'll... I'll think about it" you let out,
Tomura's heart filled with hope as you uttered the words, "I'll think about it." It wasn't a firm answer, but it was something, a glimmer of possibility that you might stay.
He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed intently on your face, searching for any sign of hesitation, of uncertainty. His voice was a low, husky whisper.
"Thank you..." he said, his breath warm against your skin. "Just... don't take too long, please... ".
Fuck you enjoyed this feeling his bed was so soft and comfortable and his warmth didn't help
Tomura couldn't help but notice the subtle signs of your comfort and contentment as you lay in his bed. The soft bed and his warmth were causing you to relax, and he saw the hints of enjoyment on vour face.
He chuckled softly, his low voice vibrating in his chest as he spoke.
"Looks like you're enjoying this... maybe it's persuasive enough to make you stay, huh?"
You laughed at his point maybe it was looking up at him as his blueish fluffy hair covering his red crimson eyes fuck he was cute and it really convince you, your mouth and has were inches away from exploring each other. His crimson eyes locked onto yours, and the heat of the moment was almost palpable.
He instinctively leaned closer, his breath mingling with yours, his lips mere inches away from exploring yours. The desire to close the gap and taste your lips consumed him, but he held back, waiting, gauging your reaction.
You couldn't handle it anymore you grabbed his hands and you got yourself on top of him kissing his neck hearing grunts from him causing him to curse leaving his hockey's all around his neck as you made your way up to his lips they were one inch apart from eachother
Tomura's mind went blank as you suddenly took charge, straddling him, and began to kiss his neck, leaving a trail of hickeys. He couldn't help but let out a few grunts and curses in response to your actions, the unexpected and pleasurable sensation sending shivers down his spine.
As your lips moved closer to his, just an inch away, his pulse quickened, his heart slamming against his ribs. He was torn between wanting to capture your lips immediately and wanting to savor the anticipation.
You licked your lips in response waiting do devour his. He wanted to taste you, to feel your lips against his, to lose himself in the moment.
He couldn't wait any longer, and with a low growl, he reached up, his hand firmly grasping your nape, and pulled you down, closing the gap between your lips.
The kiss was hungry and urgent, filled with pent-up need and longing.
You both had a intimate kiss leaveing eachother to moan and whine. The kiss deepened, growing more intimate and passionate with each passing moment. Tomura's hands roamed your body, pulling you closer against him, craving the feel of your skin against his. Soft moans and needy whines escaped his lips, betraying the depth of his desire.
He held you against his chest, his fingers gripping your waist, as the kiss continued, fueled by a mixture of passion, desperation, and a hint of possessiveness.
"S-shigaraki..." you moaned out "y-you might-… make me stay like this..." you pant
Tomura's heart nearly stopped as he heard you moan his name, your voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and reluctant realization. Your words echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but let out a low hiss in response.
"That's the plan..." he murmured against your skin, his breath hot on your neck.
"I'll do whatever it takes to make you stay, including this..."
His hands roamed around your chest as he messaged them causing you to feel his let up cock around your core. Tomura's hands continued their exploration, now making their way to your chest, his fingers gently massaging and caressing your sensitive skin. As he did, you couldn't help but feel the firmness of his leg against your core, the sensation adding another layer of intensity to the intimate moment.
He let out a soft moan, his voice a mix of pleasure and longing as his hands worked their magic. He needed you, ached for you, wanted you to stay with him, in this moment and beyond.
The sound of your whimper sent a shiver down Tomura's spine, fueling his desire even more. The way you were responding, the sounds you were making, it was driving him crazy.
He pulled you closer, his hands still roaming your body, his lips finding their way to your ear.
"I want you..." he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I need you... please..."
——
Your body shivered the way he teased your buds and begged for you brought you butterflies in your stomach. Shigaraki sat up to take off his shirt helping you do the same, shifting to take off your pants along with his, leaving him in his underwear and you with your panties and bra you sat on top of him as you looked deep into his eyes waiting for a signal.
He laid his head back covering his eyes with one of his hands shivering as you grind on him through his underwear causing friction and bleasure for both of you, you felt his cock harden beneath you. If this was his way of convincing you to stay then you’d do this everyday..
“Y/n…” he choked out in grunt it was to much for him being a virgin meant deep pressure he didn’t know of, he didn’t have any experience. this wasn’t like those porn videos he use to watch before you came along, this was real. And holy fuck did it please him. You slightly smile at his vulnerability you might be a virgin too but that didn’t mean your friends hadn’t shown you some tips and tricks for “the one”.
“S-shigaraki..” you let out in moans
“Tomura fuckkkk please call me tomura…” he let out in pleasure as you repeated your movements.
You looked down as you saw pre cum stains on his underwear and dripping stains under yours,
“Fuck p-please give it to me. H-ha…. stuff your pussy on my dick..” he whined, you couldn’t handle it either.
You pulled down his underwear fully doing the same to yours by pulling it to the side rubbing on him bare naked feeling the real touch between you, as you lifted yourself up you saw how his hard dick stood loud and proud waiting for you. You positioned yourself on top of his twitching cock slowly inserting yourself .
“fuckkk… fuckfuckfuck!” He hissed as you slowly inserted yourself up and down riding him aggressively by the pace he’s never felt this type of pleasure he didn’t know where to put his hands your Breast?, your hips?, your neck? Fuck their was so much he wish he could do,he placed a finger by your clit rubbing it in circles causing more pleasure toward you as you went in and out of him
“T-tomura!” You squealed feeling yourself get weak it was too much the way his cock hit the right spot without trying, your gummy walls clenching on him.
“Your so warm and wet d-danm it” he looked at your figure as your eyes rolled back seing your hips jump up and down only made him harder smirking at your state.
“You love this cock h-huh?..” he asks trying not to moan.
“U-uhuh-!!!!” You whine as you ride him faster, you feel yourself about to give out
He takes notice of your slow actions deciding to help you by placing his hands on your hips helping you as you entered him rapidly.
“A-shit!.” feeling himself about to come undone moans filled the room louder and harsher.
“c-cum-ming..!” He lets out as his eyes rolled back on his head giving you a final thrust upwards hitting your cervix
“Nyhh!” You felt yourself give out
“Fuc-kk Cum on my c-cock!!” He shouts, feeling you squirt all over him as you tremble rapidly …
“T-tomura!!- !” You moan out as you fell onto his bare chest feeling his sleeper like build.
He brings you close to him throwing a blanket around both of you whispering beside your ear in a low raspy voice,
“Hopefully this convinces you to stay… I want you all to my fucking self..” he grins as he leaves a hickey by your collarbone with his chapped lips smothering yours right after.
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Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt3
Tomura shigaraki x reader
🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)
Pt1,Pt2,Pt3,Pt4
"You're surprised? Did you really think I wouldn't be offended hearing you say you don't care about me?" he asked, his voice tinged with indignation.
"What does me not caring about you have to do with anything?!? It's not like you treat me like the rest, I'm just your garbage bag that disposes of your trash remember?!"
You shout in anger it's not that you didn't care about him fuck you liked him, the way he planned things, how he commanded everyone and they listen how, you loved the way he had the world in his hands but that didn't change the way he acted.
Tomura's anger simmered beneath his expression as he listened to your outburst. The words stung, and his features hardened as he processed your accusations.
"Trash...garbage bag...is that really what you think you are to me?" he repeated, his voice laced with a mix of irritation and something resembling indignance.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms.
"You're the one who keeps acting defiant and pissing me off. What do you expect me to do, treat you like some goddamn favorite?"
"No i don't l'd appreciate it if you treated me like toga or dabi they aren't irritated as I am because they barely pick up after your shit they aren't tired or have heavy eye bags because they can't sleep because of you!" You shout
Tomura's irritation grew as your shouting continued, his eyes narrowing further.
He clenched his teeth tightly, his jaw clenching in obvious frustration.
"Oh, so you want me to treat you like Toga and Dabi, huh?" he repeated, his tone bordering on mocking. "You want me to not be irritated by you? You want me to not make you tired and give you eyebags?"
"Yes for the love of God yes!" You shout as you laughed almost like a maniac
Tomura's irritation reached a boiling point as your laughter rang through the air, his anger surging wildly. He closed the distance between you both in a few quick strides, his body tense and his eyes burning with anger.
"You. Want. That. Huh?" he repeated, his voice low and filled with mockery. "You want me to show you some goddamn kindness and consideration?"
You stayed silent you don't want that, you'd just appreciate it if he was... just a tad kinder
Tomura's eyes flickered as he observed your suddenly quiet demeanor, your earlier outburst giving way to silence. He took a moment to process your change in attitude, his expression slowly softening.
"Huh. Now you're not so quick to shout," he remarked, his voice lowering slightly.
"Finally realized your place, huh?
Realized that you don't want kindness or consideration, after all?"
You keeped quite there really was no point in arguing with him, you nodded at his question in response, Tomura observed your silent nod, his expression unreadable. He took a moment to study your body language, his eyes taking in your weary form.
"Hmph." he grunted, his voice a mere murmur. "So you finally understand, huh? Maybe you're not as dense as I thought."
Your lips quivered trying to hold in the angry tears you had as you stayed silent
Tomura's observant gaze lingered on your face as he noticed your quivering lips and the anger welling up in your eyes. He took a step closer, his irritation giving way to something resembling annoyance.
"You look like you're struggling to hold it in," he commented matter-of-factly, his voice a touch softer than before. "What, are you trying not to cry right now?"
You clenched your fist,you weren't going to give him the satisfaction he wanted. Tomura took note of your action, his eyes fixating on your clenched fist. He let out a scoff, his annoyance increasing slightly again.
"Hmph. Trying to be tough, huh?" he murmured, his voice a mix of irritation and mockery. "Still determined not to let yourself cry in front of me?"
Tomura observed your silent response, your lack of verbal reaction fueling his irritation further. He chuckled lightly, a hint of mockery in his voice.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" he taunted, his eyes flickering with a mixture of annoyance and satisfaction. "No more smart remarks or snappy comebacks?"
Tomura's irritation grew as you shook your head in response, your silent gesture only adding fuel to the fire. He took a step closer, towering over you with an air of authority.
"No verbal response, huh? Just shaking your head?" he grumbled, his voice laced with frustration. "You finally giving up on arguing with me?"
You shut your eyes trying to prevent a tear from falling as you bit your tongue and noded.
Tomura observed your closed eyes and the tear threatening to escape, his expression softening slightly. He let out a huff of irritation, his annoyance still present but mixed with something else.
"Oh, so you are close to crying, huh?" he noted, a hint of mockery still lingering in his voice. "Are you actually going to actually let yourself cry in front of me now, after holding it in for so damn long?"
"-I'm..." you let out, "I'll be right back..." you replied as you turned to leave out the room slamming it behind you
Tomura was taken aback by your sudden departure, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. He watched as you turned and left the room, slamming the door shut behind you.
"Hey, where the hell do you think you're going?" he called out after you, his irritation returning full force. "We're not done here! You can't just leave like that!"
Tomura twalked behind you as he shouted
Tomura followed closely behind you, his irritation evident in his quick footsteps and frustrated voice. He couldn't believe that you had just stormed out on him like that, leaving him in the middle of their argument.
"Hey! Wait a damn minute!" he called after you, his tone a mixture of anger and frustration. "You can't just walk away in the middle of this, dammit!"
You left outside as dabi question what had happened. Dabi and Toga were there, both of them confused and concerned by your hasty exit. Dabi raised an eyebrow curiously, while Toga looked ready to launch into action.
"Hey, what's going on?" Dabi asked, his words tinged with concern. "Why are you running out like that?".
Tomura emerged from the room behind you, his eyes fixed on you as he approached the other villains. He let out a frustrated huff, his irritation evident in his voice.
"She just stormed out on me!" he explained, his words tinged with irritation. "Leaving me in the middle of our damn argument, like she owns the place.” Tomura clenched his fists angrily,
"She can't handle a damn argument properly, so she runs away like some coward!"
Dabi spoke up,
"Hey, relax a bit, boss," he said, his voice cool and calm. "She's just upset, that's all."
Dabi's words made Tomura roll his eyes in irritation, clearly not accepting that explanation.
Toga chimed in, her voice slightly raised.
"Yeah, you're being too hard on her!
She's had enough of your attitude, you know?"
Tomura grumbled in frustration, annoyed by the pushback he was getting from his fellow league members.
Tomura's irritation peaked as he shouted at both Dabi and Toga, his voice booming angrily.
"Enough! I don't need the both of you defending her!" he exclaimed, his eyes narrowing in anger. "She's out of line, and I won't stand for it! She should know her damn place!"
Toga, still standing her ground, added more fuel to the fire.
"And that's not all! She hasn't been sleeping because of you, you know?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with anger.
"You've been treating her like crap and making her life hell! Cut her some slack, geez!"
Tomura's frustration mounted further as
Toga's words sank in. He huffed irritatedly, his jaw clenching tightly.
"That's bullshit!" he retorted, his voice laced with anger. "She's just overreacting!
I haven't done anything wrong, goddamn it!"
Dabi spoke up again, his voice level but firm.
"Boss, she's been working really hard for you, you know?"
Tomura grumbled in response, his irritation still evident but now mixed with a hint of defensiveness.
Tomura clenched his fists tighter, his irritation shifting towards defensiveness.
He didn't like being called out like this, especially by his own subordinates.
"Yeah, so?" he snapped back, his voice gruff. "She knows what she signed up for.
Her job is to follow my instructions, even if it means skipping some damn sleep."
Toga chimed in again, her voice rising in anger.
"But she hasn't had any proper rest in weeks because of you! She's exhausted!"
Dabi added his own input, his voice growing serious.
"And it's affecting her performance, boss.
She's not functioning at her best because she's constantly tired and stressed out."
Tomura's irritation reached a boiling point, as he struggled to find a rebuttal to Dabi and Toga's observations.
"So what if she's tired?" he retorted, his voice tense. "That's no excuse for slacking off. She knows what's expected of her, and if she can't handle it, that's her problem, not mine!"
Dabi crossed his arms, his expression hardening.
"Boss, you can't expect her to perform at her best if she's sleep-deprived. It's not fair to her, and it's bad for the entire group."
Toga added, her voice filled with anger.
"You know the reason she's not sleeping well, you jerk! It's because of you!"
Shigaraki shouts at them asking them in anger what he's suppose to do, Tomura grew increasingly frustrated by Dabi and Togas comments, his irritation turning into anger.
"Fine! Then tell me what l'm supposed to do, huh? What do y'all want from me, huh?" he shouted, his voice gruff and filled with irritation.
Toga, still fuming with anger, shot back.
"Maybe tone it down a bit?! Let up on her a little! She's not some superhuman or a machine, you know?!"
Dabi chimed in, his voice calm but firm.
"just give her a little slack, boss. Ease up on her workload. Let her rest every now and then."
Tomura grumbled irritatedly, his anger dissipating slightly. He knew they had a point, but he didn't want to admit it.
"Ugh, fine," he grumbled, his voice slightly softer. "'ll... ease up a bit on her, okay? I'll let her rest every now and then."
Toga looked pleased, and Dabi let out a satisfied sigh.
"That's better," Dabi commented, his voice calmer.
Toga added her own input, a hint of satisfaction in her voice.
"Maybe she'll actually get some damn rest now."
Tomura grumbled to himself as he returned to the privacy of his room, closing the door behind him. He was still irritated, but at least the others had somewhat convinced him to ease up on you.
Two days have passed with ought seeing you
Two days passed after the argument, and Tomura hadn't seen you at all. He thought about you constantly, wondering why you had been avoiding him and what you were doing in your absence.
You returned knocking into his room to be let in
Tomura was lounging in his room, lost in thought, when he heard a knock at his door. He perked up slightly, curious about who it could be. He called out to the person on the other side of the door.
"Who is it?"
"It's y/n." You replied
Tomura's eyes widened slightly in surprise, a mix of emotions running through him. He hadn't seen you in days, and the longer you were away, the more he had missed you, though he wouldn't admit it.
"Y/n.." he muttered to himself before calling out again. "Come in."
Tomura's sharp gaze immediately fell upon your tired and paler appearance as you entered the room. He studied your puffy eyes and dry lips, noticing the toll the last few days had taken on you. Concern and guilt started to creep into his chest. Tomura's eyes softened slightly, his irritation giving way to a hint of guilt. He knew he was partly responsible for your haggard appearance, and that realization only added to his already growing concern.
"You look tired," he commented, his voice lacking its usual harshness.
You didn't respond to his comment except asked if he needed anything
Tomura could tell that you weren't interested in discussing your appearance or the past few days, that you just wanted to get to the point. He let out a sigh, silently acknowledging your detachment.
"No, I don't need anything right now..." he replied, pausing for a moment before adding, "but we have something to discuss."
Tomura gestured for you to take a seat, his expression serious.
"Sit down," he said, his voice firm but gentle. Once you complied, he continued, leaning back in his chair.
"It's about the past few days, and the reason you've been gone for so long," he began, his gaze studying your expression.
You reminded him that he told you he didn't care about your personal life.
Tomura's demeanor hardened at your reminder, his gaze narrowing slightly. He had said that to you in a moment of irritation, but the more time had passed, the more he had grown wary of your unexplained absence.
"Yeah, well, I changed my mind," he replied gruffly, his voice carrying a hint of defensiveness. "I want to know where you've been and what you've been up to for the past two days."
"Somewhere..." you let out softly "what what I do is none of your concern "
Tomura frowned at your vague response, his irritation slowly rising. He didn't like your dismissive tone, and he definitely didn't like being left in the dark about your whereabouts and activities.
"Like hell it isn't!" he retorted, his voice rising slightly. "You're part of this group, and whatever you do reflects on me. So l expect you to tell me what you've been up to if I ask you a damn question!"
You were confused by his remark but still responded "I have spoken to AFO and you'll get a new member to replace me..."
Tomura's eyes widened in surprise at your words, his irritation immediately replaced by shock. He had expected a defiant response, not a resignation.
"What?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief. "You're... you're leaving?!“
Tomura's mind spun as he processed your words. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. You, leaving the group without a word and All For One being aware of it. It all sounded so foreign and unbelievable to him.
"But... why?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration and confusion. "Why are you leaving?"
You looked at him in anger giving him a look he should know why.
Tomura frowned, realizing that he knew perfectly well why you were leaving. He didn't need you to spell it out for him.
"It's because of me, isn't it?" he growled, his voice filled with regret and irritation.
Tomura's frustration boiled over, the realization of his own actions hitting him like a ton of bricks. He clenched his fists tightly, his jaw tense. He knew he had been pushing you away, treating you poorly, and now he was facing the consequences.
"You... You're leaving because of me…" he repeated, his voice softer this time, tinged with a hint of regret.
Tomura's mind reeled with thoughts and emotions. The reality of the situation was sinking in, and he hated it. Losing you would be a blow to his group, both in terms of skills and emotional support.
"You... You can't leave," he said, his voice laced with frustration. "I forbid you to!".
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Shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt2
Tomura shigaraki x reader
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pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4
Toga and Dabi glanced at each other, taking a notice in the weary and almost resigned look on your face. They were both slightly taken aback by your appearance, realizing just how exhausted and drained you truly looked.
"Damn..." Dabi muttered, looking at you with a mixture of concern and realization.
Toga's expression mirrored his, her playful smile replaced with sympathy.
"You look like you haven't slept in days," she observed quietly.
You chuckled at their reaction,
"yeah it so difficult when he wants me when he's up because he always fucking needs something"
Tomura continued to listen from his hiding spot, his annoyance somewhat subsided as he heard your explanation. He was starting to grasp just how much he had been relying on you and how much of a burden he had placed on you.
Dabi and Toga exchanged knowing looks, both quietly nodding in agreement at your words.
Dabi took a long drag from his cigarette before speaking.
"Yeah, that does sound like the boss," he begrudgingly admitted.
"But whatever, hopefully they find a new babysitter soon" you replied as you put your hands together praying "Pleaseplease"
Toga and Dabi both chuckled at your prayer to be relieved of your duties, appreciating your candidness.
Dabi, his smirk returning briefly, decided to add his own two cents.
"Oh, I'm sure AFO will find someone to take your place soon enough," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "The boss might be a pain, but he's damn good at getting what he wants."
Tomura continued to listen, his hands clenched into fists, clearly not enjoying the implication that you could be easily replaced. He was a mix of annoyed and strangely possessive, not wanting you to be taken away from him.
Dabi and Toga were still chatting, unaware of the eavesdropper nearby.
Toga leaned back in her chair, a mischievous glint in her eye as she spoke.
"Yeah, the boss can be quite stubborn when he doesn't get what he wants," she said, a hint of playful mockery in her tone.
"He'd be better off with someone that can handle him" you say sheepishly. Dabi took another drag from his cigarette, a small smirk on his face.
"Ah, don't sell yourself short," he replied, exhaling smoke. "You've kept the boss in check pretty damn well so far."
Toga nodded in agreement, grinning at your comment.
"Yeah, the boss may seem like too much to handle, but you've done a pretty good job dealing with his mood swings."
"Only because l've adapted horribly" you cry clinging onto toga
Toga's smile widened at your gesture of clinging to her, and she gently patted your back in a comforting manner.
Dabi chuckled lightly at your admission, blowing more smoke from his cigarette.
"Hey, sometimes you gotta adapt to survive," he quipped. "And it looks like you've done a fine job of it so far."
Tomura watched silently from his hiding spot, his expression becoming more contemplative as he overheard your conversation with Dabi and Toga. He was taken aback by your vulnerability and the way you clutched onto Toga, not used to seeing such a side of you. He found it both strange and strangely intriguing, his thoughts racing with conflicting emotions.
"Oh toga please replace me" Toga giggled at your plea, finding your desperation amusing but also sympathetic.
"Aw, come on," she replied with a smirk,
"don't you think the boss would feel lost without his favorite babysitter?"
Dabi chuckled at your plea, finding it rather endearing.
"Hah! Yeah, I don't think the boss would be too happy about losing you just yet," he added, his smirk still in place.
"Hell no. He just asked me why I was annoyed and practically said he didn't give a shit!" You told them. Both Dabi and Toga looked slightly taken aback by your revelation. Dabi raised an eyebrow in surprise, his smirk faltering for a moment.
"He didn't give a damn, huh?"
Toga's playful expression shifted to one of mild concern, her smile replaced with a small frown. 'Wait, he actually said that to you?"
"Eh something like that, but whatever ..." you mumble in togas arm
Toga chuckled at your mumbling, finding you strangely endearing. She patted your head gently, offering a small comfort. Dabi exhaled a sigh, rolling his eyes at the news you've revealed.
"Typical boss mentality, eh? Never thinks about how his words or actions affect others."
"Well he is the great and powerful villain future ruler of this shitty world... " you say
Dabi let out a derisive snort at your sarcasm, a smirk forming on his face.
"Mmm, yeah, the 'great and powerful' dictator-to-be... Always so full of himself, huh?"
Toga giggled at Dabi's comment, her playful smile returning.
"Oh, yeah, can't forget about his big ambitions to rule the world," she added, her voice filled with mild mockery.
Tomura was listening intently from his hiding spot, his expression darkening with annoyance and frustration at Dabi's and Toga's sarcasm and mockery. He clenched his fists, feeling the rising tide of anger bubbling within him. He found himself struggling to hold himself back from reacting to their comments. As the conversation between Dabi, Toga, and yourself continued, Tomura's irritation only grew.
He tried his best to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. He clenched his fists tighter, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, he wanted to confront you, Dabi, and Toga, to defend himself against their teasing. But on the other hand, he felt a sense of shame and embarrassment at the idea of being caught eavesdropping and revealing the depth of his feelings.
After quietly returning to his room, Tomura called out for you in a commanding tone, his voice echoing through the building.
"Hey! I need you in my room!" he called out, his voice brimming with authority and frustration.
You sigh in frustration
"that's my cue" you signaled to toga and dabi as you left to see the mighty shigaraki
Toga and Dabi watched as you left to answer Tomura's summons, seeing the mix of frustration and resignation on your face.
Toga let out a giggle, a smirk on her face.
"Good luck with the boss," she teased, clearly enjoying the show. Dabi chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette.
"Better not keep him waiting too, or he might throw a tantrum," he added with a smirk.
You arrived I front of his door knocking slowly as you waited to be let in. After a few moments, you heard a brusque voice from behind the door.
"Come in."
Tomura's voice was taut and tinged with a tone of impatience, clearly not in the best of moods.
You went inside as you closed the door behind you
"you called for me sir?" You wuestionsd
Tomura was sitting on his bed, his expression dark and his arms crossed.
He glanced up at you as you entered the room, his eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, I did," he replied curtly, his voice cold. "Sit. We need to talk."
"U-um I think l'll just stand" you stutter out taking you by surprise
Tomura's eyebrows furrowed, his annoyance at your response evident. He was clearly expecting you to follow his command, yet here you were defying him. He let out a scoff, his eyes locking with yours.
"I said sit," he repeated, his voice even more stern and authoritative this time.
There was an edge to his tone, a warning sign that he wasn't in the mood for disobedience.
Not wanting him to get even madder you di as you were told.
Tomura watched as you hesitantly sat down, a small sense of satisfaction crossing his face as he saw you obeying his command. He leaned back against the wall, his eyes never leaving yours.
"That's better," he said, his voice still hard but slightly calmer now.
"Now tell me, why were you talking with Dabi and Toga earlier?"
Shit. He knew... fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck that's the only thing that repeated in your mind,
"nothing s-sir" you said quickly after
Tomura's eyes narrowed as he heard your response, clearly not buying it. He let out a scoff, his irritation rising again.
"Bullshit," he spat out, his tone sharp and accusing.
"I heard you talking, so don't try to lie to me."
He leaned forward slightly, his gaze locked onto you intently.
"What were you all saying? Don't hold anything back."
"Nothing" you awkwardly laughed as you moving away from him a little.
Tomura's irritation flared, and he noticed your attempt to move away from him. He leaned closer, his eyes darkening with annoyance.
"Tch. Don't play coy with me," he snarled.
"I know you were talking about me, so spill it. I want to know what you all said."
His tone was firm, and he was clearly determined to get the truth out of you.
"I said nothing." You replied to his eager self
Tomura's patience was wearing thin, and your repeated refusals to tell the truth only fueled his irritation further.
"Damn it, I know you're lying," he hissed, his voice taking on a dangerous edge.
"Don't make me ask again. What were you all talking about?"
He leaned closer still, his eyes burning into yours. His tone was no longer just demanding; now, it held a thinly veiled threat.
"Nothing." You repeat
Tomura's annoyance grew exponentially, and he clenched his fists tightly in trustration.
"God damn it," he cursed under his breath. "You're really testing my patience here."
He took a deep breath to regain his composure before leaning back slightly, his gaze still fixed on you.
"You're seriously going to make me force it out of you, aren't you?"
And with that you spilled "i-just about you..." you mumbled underneath your breath in anger looking away
Tomura cocked an eyebrow as you finally relented and admitted that you were talking about him. He let out a scoff, his lips curled into a smirk.
"That's more like it," he retorted, clearly satisfied with finally getting a truthful answer from you. "Took you long enough."
He leaned back against the wall again, his eyes fixed on your face.
"And what exactly did you tell Dabi and Toga about me?"
"That's you annoying." You told him straight forward
Tomura's eyebrows furrowed at your response, his annoyance increasing further. He had expected something more along the lines of criticism or praise but being told bluntly that he was annoying was clearly not to his liking.
"Annoying, huh?" he repeated, his voice taking on a cold tone. "You have some nerve calling me annoying when you're the one stuck babysitting me all the time."
"Don't worry I'm leaving soon." You reply with a smirk, “leaving soon” those words repeated in your head
Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your mention of leaving soon, surprise flickering across his features. He wasn't expecting you to drop such a bombshell so casually, and the idea of you leaving obviously threw him off.
He quickly composed himself, his expression hardening again.
"What do you mean, you're leaving soon?" he asked, his tone a mix of caution and irritation.
"I plant to ask AFO to replace me."
Tomura's eyes immediately narrowed at your declaration, the mention of you asking All For One to replace you clearly hitting a nerve.
"You think you can just ask him to replace you?" he retorted, his voice rising with frustration. "You think it's that easy?"
His jaw clenched, and he took a step closer to you, his eyes blazing with anger.
"You can't just leave. You're not going anywhere."
"Yes it is that easy the only reason I took this job was because he insisted." You mumbled
Tomura was taken aback by your revelation, his anger giving way to surprise. He took a moment to process your words, his expression growing darker.
"Wait...you only accepted this job because All For One insisted?" he repeated, his voice low and gruff. "And you never wanted this in the first place?..”
"If I knew you'd be like this then I wouldn't have taken it" you replied harshly
Tomura's expression darkened further, your harsh words clearly hitting a nerve.
He clenched his fists, his body tensing with frustration and annoyance.
"Oh, so it's my fault now, is it?" he retorted, his voice filled with barely restrained anger. "You're the one who agreed to be my goddamn babysitter. You knew what you were getting into."
"I never knew l'd get involved with a bratty person like you!"
Tomura's anger flared, his eyes narrowing with annoyance at your accusation. He stepped closer, his expression growing darker.
"Bratty? You're calling me bratty?" he repeated, his voice cold and sharp.
"You're the one who agreed to take on this job, knowing what I'm like. You didn't have to accept it, but you did. And now you're whining about it?” He scoffed
"Like I said I didn't know you were this demanding." You spat out as you stood up you weren’t going to take any of his bullshit anymore, he soon stood up after you.
Tomuras irritation growing stronger with each passing moment. He took A step closer to you, closing the distance between you both.
"Demanding?" he repeated, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "You're the one who keeps defying me, ignoring my orders and treating me like a goddamn burden."
He clenched his fists tighter, his body tense with frustration. "You think I like being stuck with someone like you who can't even follow simple instructions?"
"That's exactly why l'm leaving since you don't like it"
Tomura's irritation flared even further as you stepped back from him, his expression growing darker. He took another step forward, his patience wearing thin.
"You're not leaving." his voice was firm and brooking no argument, his tone harsh and final. "You agreed to be my babysitter, and you're going to goddamn well finish the job."
"I don't take orders from you. And who says I'm not leaving?!" You shout.
Tomura's eyes widened at your outburst, your defiance and raised voice clearly taking him aback for a moment.
However, his shock quickly turned into anger, and he clenched his fists tightly, his irritation reaching an all-time high.
"God damn it," he growled through gritted teeth. "You really are infuriating. I'm the one who gives the orders around here, and you're damn well going to obey them!"
"no, you don't! You aren't my boss."
Tomura's eyes narrowed further, his irritation shifting into something more akin to a snarl. He closed the distance between you and him in one swift step, towering over you with sheer presence.
"What do you mean I'm not your boss?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I'm the one you're supposed to be babysitting, remember? If I say you aren't leaving, you damn well aren't going anywhere."
"AFO is My BOSS not YOU!" You screamed at him he was getting deep in your head Tomura visibly flinched at your screamed statement. His eyes widened momentarily at the realization that you were drawing a distinction between him and All For One. He took a step back, his anger briefly giving way to surprise.
"Hmph. So that's what you think, huh?" he said, his voice growing cold. "You think I'm just some puppet of All For One? You think he's the one pulling the strings here?"
"I don't know about you but I only listen to him I couldn't care less about you" you spat out with anger , shit you fucked up.
Tomura's expression darkened rapidly, his previous surprise replaced by an intense, burning anger. He clenched his fists tightly, his entire body tensing with resentment.
"You..don't care about me, huh?" he repeated, his voice dripping with anger and frustration. "You think I'm just some disposable pawn, huh? Just some little puppet for All For One to control?"
"W-what?!" You exclaimed In confusion you didn’t mean what you said but were were fed up, you didn’t know what you were saying.
Tomura's angry expression momentarily gave way to confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took a moment to process your exclamation, his irritation momentarily overshadowed by your bewildered reaction.
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shigarakis “babysitter” / Pt 1
Tomura shigaraki x reader
pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4
🌙Scenario/(🌟 smut coming soon)
"Y/N!!!" Tomura's voice rang out once more, marking his fifth request within the span of just a few minutes. You had recently joined the League of Villains, but your role had unexpectedly transformed into that of the boss's personal caretaker This was due to AFO request.
This reality flunked your expectations of what your role here would entail.
"How many times do I have to say it?" Tomura emerged from his room, his annoyance palpable. "Get me something to eat."
Frustrated enough with his baby like personality you did as you were told annoying
As you begrudgingly grabbed the food Tomura had ordered, he settled onto the sofa with an exaggerated huff, crossing his arms like a pouting child.
"Took you long enough," he grumbled, his voice filled with entitlement. "What the hell was taking so long?"
The spoiled nature that oozed from him was beyond irritating, testing your patience with each passing minute.
You didn't awnser him knowing l'd lead to an insult or worse.
"Do you have trouble hearing, or are you just purposely ignoring me?" Tomura's annoyance grew as you remained silent.
He leaned forward on the sofa, narrowing his eyes at you.
"Answer me when I'm talking to you, dammit!" He snapped, his tone laced with irritation.
"Don't pretend like you didn't hear me. I asked you a question, so respond properly."
"sorry sir." You apologized not wanting for his mood to turn worse then it already was
Tomura's irritation seemed to slightly soften at your apology, but he still appeared somewhat disgruntled.
"Hmph," he grumbled. "At least you had the decency to apologize."
He leaned back on the sofa, his arms still crossed.
"Now, how hard is it to get me food when lask for it? Do I have to babysit you too?"
"No sir I apologize it won't happen again." You say in a low voice hold long were you going to baby... you sigh, Tomura scrutinized you for a moment with his intense gaze before eventually speaking again.
"It better not happen again," he replied in a firm tone. "If I ask for something, I expect it to be done promptly. Don't make me repeat myself next time."
He leaned back further on the sofa, his gaze not leaving yours.
"And stop mumbling," he added, "Speak up when you talk to me. I can barely hear you."
"Yes sir, and I will" you replied a bit louder hopefully he'd hear the annoyance in your voice,
Tomura's eyes widened.
"What's with that attitude?" He asked, his tone slightly harsher. "I'm not some fool, you know. I can tell when you're not happy about something."
He shifted on the sofa, leaning forward again to look directly at you.
"So spill it. What's got you so pissy all of a sudden?"
"Nothing" you say as you look confused why was he asking? this wasn't like the great powerful shigaraki you knew he didn't ask why someone was bothered he normally didn't give a shit.
Tomura picked up on your confusion and the subtle change in your expression. His eyes narrowed as he observed you intently.
"You say 'Nothing', but your face says otherwise," he replied bluntly. "You can't fool me. I'm not stupid, you know. Now spill it. What's bothering you?"
Tomura's voice held a slight edge to it, but there was a hint of genuine curiosity in his tone, as if he actually wanted to know why you seemed upset.
"Nothing sir" you say in a stern voice obviously you weren't going to tell him that you were tired of being treated like a babysitter commanding you "y/n this", "y/ n that", "hurry and do this", "take that their" ect... you wanted to do missions like the others that's why you signed up not to be a grown man's babysitter.
Tomura's eyes didn't leave yours, his gaze unwavering as he studied your expression. He could tell that you were clearly holding something back, and his irritation grew at your continued denial.
"You think I can't see through your act?" He retorted, his voice taking on an edge.
"I'm not some dumb pawn who'll believe anything you say. Quit bullshitting me. I can see that you're obviously pissed about something."
His fingers drummed impatiently on the arm of the sofa as he waited for your response.
You got annoyed as if he wasn't the problem, "I'm not sure why you ask sir but I'm not allowed to tell you my personal life that isn't my job" you point out. Tomura's irritation grew further at your response. His eyes darkened with annoyance as he grumbled something under his breath before replying.
"Who the hell said anything about your personal life?" He snapped back. "I don't give a damn about your personal problems. I'm just asking why you're acting like a grumpy child. And don't give me that bullshit about it 'not being your job. I'm your boss. You should listen to me."
His fingers continued to drum impatiently on the arm of the sofa, the sound filling the room.
"The reason for my attitude involves my personal life, and you aren't my boss!, my boss is AFO..." you reply harshly you were starting to get annoyed couldn't he drop it already
Tomura's expression darkened further as you mentioned AFO. His voice held a hint of anger mixed with a touch of something else.
"Don't you dare bring AFO into this," he snapped, his tone harsh. "You know he's not the only one in charge here. I may not be the only leader, but I still have authority over you, and you should listen to me."
His eyes bore into yours, his annoyance and irritation clearly visible on his face.
He clearly was not used to being challenged or questioned by one of his subordinates.
"Understood" you simply responde, Tomura seemed somewhat satisfied with your response, but his annoyance still lingered.
"Good," he replied, his voice now slightly calmer. "As long as you understand your place, we won't have any more problems."
He leaned back on the sofa once more, arms still slightly crossed, and looked at you with a mix of irritation and annoyance.
"Now, are you going to stop acting like a damn brat and just tell me what your problem is already?"
"You." You said as your eyes darken finally being able to tell the problem that THEY are the problem was relieving. Tomura's eyes widened slightly at your blunt response. He hadn't expected you to outright blame him for your bad mood.
"What the hell do you mean I'm the problem?" He retorted, his voice holding a mix of surprise and annoyance.
He leaned forward again, a frown forming on his face. His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke.
"What did I do to make you so goddamn grumpy all of a sudden? Spit it out. You've been acting like a brat for the last few days."
You broke.. everything you keeped inside was unleashing, he called you a brat?!
"Brat?, me?" You laughed at his remark
"IM the BRAT?!" Your eye twitched as you scream "y/n bring me this!", "y/n your so pathetic", "y/n clean this mess up", "buy me this." "Y/N do EVERYTHING FOR ME BECAUSE I CANT DO IT MYSELF!!!" You exploded your hands were in The air moving historically flopping down as you ran one hand through your hair in frustration.
Tomura's eyes widened in surprise as your outburst tore through the room. He hadn't expected you to explode like this, and he didn't know how to react for a moment.
"Hey, calm down!" He tried to interject, but you were on a roll, listing off all the things he had done or said that had clearly upset you.
"You're overreacting," he attempted to defend himself, his tone faltering slightly.
"I'm not that demanding, am I?"
You laughed for a long time....
"Yes not demanding you really aren't you don’t yell at me to buy food 24/7 or scream at the tv for not winning shitty games oh no your not you don’t command me to clean after your nasty plates or sodas you spill on the floor or wash the clothes that are dusting away." You spit out
Tomura's face turned red, and his expression darkened at your words.
"Hey, I don't do that all the time..." he protested weakly, clearly struggling to defend himself.
He knew that everything you were saying was true, but he didn't want to admit it.
"Well... I'm the boss. I'm allowed to have people do things for me sometimes. It comes with the position," he said finally, sounding somewhat defensive.
It was clear that he didn't really have a good argument against your accusations.
"You're right." You said harshly grinding your teeth together as you smiled in anger trying not to show as you composed yourself
Tomura's eyes narrowed as he noticed your sudden change in demeanor. Your obviously forced smile and the tension in your clenched teeth gave away your suppressed anger.
"Hmph," he grunted, crossing his arms again. "Look who's finally starting to understand their place." He leaned back on the sofa, a hint of superiority in his voice. He clearly thought he had won this argument, not realizing the anger bubbling beneath your facade.
"FUCK!!" You yell that pissed you off. "I-I'm going to get some fresh air !" You laughed as you left the room in anger.
Tomura was taken aback by your sudden outburst, his eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Hey, wait a minute!" He called after you as you stormed out of the room.
He watched as you left the room, a mix of confusion and annoyance on his face.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath.
"What the hell got into them?"
He paused for a moment, contemplating whether he should go after you, but decided against it and sat back down on the sofa, a scowl on his face.
-bar-
You stepped outside into the bar taking a seat as dabi and toga looked at you in confusion
Dabi and Toga, who were sitting nearby, noticed your unusual demeanor. They glanced at each other for a moment before looking back at you.
Dabi was the first to speak up, lighting a cigarette as he looked at you with a curious expression.
"What's up with you, newbie? You look like you just swallowed a whole hornet's nest or something."
Toga leaned forward, her head resting on her hand, a playful smile on her face.
"Is the boss giving you a hard time again?"
"HES SO!!.:." you couldn't even finish your sentence "Is he always like this?" You question them in frustration as your face flopped in the table
Dabi let out a small chuckle at your exasperated outburst, taking a long puff of his cigarette before answering your question.
"Ah, Tomura being difficult, huh?" he replied, a smirk on his face. "Yeah, that's just how he is. Always demanding and bossy."
Toga nodded in agreement, her playful grin widening.
"Oh, yeah. The boss is always like that," she said, giggling. "He's got a bit of a pampered personality. It can be quite annoying at times."
"I don't understand why I'm his babysitter..." you mumbled
Dabi raised an eyebrow at your comment, his smirk remaining on his face.
"Babysitter, huh?" he said, exhaling smoke. "Yeah, that does sound like the boss. He's got a tendency to treat anyone below him like they're there to serve his every whim."
Toga giggled again, finding some amusement in the situation.
"Oh, yeah! I've been his 'babysitter' from time to time. It's fun when I do it, but l can see how it would get annoying for you."
"How does he act with you?" You ask hoping she wouldn't tell you "oh he's nice or bullshit like that" toga leaned back in her chair, a sly grin on her face as she thought about how to respond.
"Oh, Tomura's not exactly the nicest person around," she admitted with a slight chuckle. "He can be pretty damn grumpy and entitled most of the time."
Dabi chuckled, nodding in agreement.
"He's got a short fuse and a big ego," he added, taking another drag from his cigarette. "Dealing with him can be a pain in the ass."
"Agreed." You mumbled
Toga giggled again at your response, enjoying the comradery of shared irritation at Tomura's behavior.
"Yeah, he's got a knack for getting on people's nerves," she agreed with a smirk.
Dabi snickered in agreement, nodding his head slightly.
"Damn right," he said, blowing out a stream of smoke. "The boss can be infuriating sometimes, but you've just gotta learn to tune him out or give him a taste of his own medicine." Dabi added on.
Unbeknownst to you, Tomura had been silently listening to the conversation from a hidden location not far from where you, Dabi, and Toga were sitting.
His face darkened as he quietly overheard your words. He clenched one of his hands, clearly angered and annoyed by the criticism of his personality.
"So they're talking about me behind my back, are they?" he mumbled to himself, anger rising within him.
"I think I might just leave." You said as your head rose to look at them you looked dead... literally heavy bangs you haven't sleeped in quite some time.
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Why are you making me do this?
Shigaraki x Reader
Context: You give him a spa day to help him feel better :)
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The bathroom was warm and filled with steam, the scent of lavender bath salts wafting through the air. You stood by the tub, waiting as Shigaraki leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking like he wanted to disappear into the wall. His crimson eyes darted away from yours, his shoulders stiff and defensive.
“Why are you making me do this?” he muttered, his voice a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “I don’t need you to babysit me.”
“You’re not a baby,” you shot back, keeping your tone soft but firm. “But you’re clearly in pain. I can see it every time you scratch yourself raw or flinch when you move. Just… let me help you for once, okay?”
He huffed, dragging a hand through his hair—a dangerous gesture considering his quirk. “It’s not gonna fix anything.”
“No, but it might help you feel a little better,” you said, stepping closer. “You deserve that.”
His lips pressed into a thin line, but after a long moment, he sighed heavily and tugged his shirt over his head. The fabric caught on his elbows, and you stepped in instinctively to help. He froze, the proximity clearly making him uncomfortable, but you ignored it and gently peeled the shirt away, careful not to graze his fingers.
When his torso was finally exposed, you couldn’t help but let your gaze linger for a moment. His chest was littered with old scars and faint scratches, his skin pale but visibly irritated in places. He shifted uncomfortably under your stare.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, his voice low. “I know it’s disgusting.”
You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “It’s not disgusting,” you said softly, shaking your head. “I just… I hate seeing you like this.”
His expression hardened, but you caught the faint flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. He didn’t say anything as he moved to unbuckle his belt, and you turned away out of respect, your cheeks warming slightly.
“Get in the bath,” you said once you heard the faint rustle of fabric hitting the floor. “The water’s ready.”
He stepped into the tub, lowering himself slowly into the warm water with a quiet groan. The tension in his shoulders eased almost instantly, and you could see the faintest hint of relief on his face as he leaned back against the edge.
You knelt beside the tub, rolling up your sleeves. “This might sting a little, but it’ll help,” you said, reaching for the washcloth.
His eyes flicked to yours, wary but trusting. “Do whatever you want,” he said softly, resting his arms on the sides of the tub.
You dipped the cloth into the water, lathering it with a gentle soap before carefully running it over his arm. He tensed at first, but as you worked, his muscles relaxed under your touch.
“Y’know,” you murmured, your voice light but tinged with concern, “I really wish you’d take better care of yourself.”
He scoffed, his lips twitching into a faint, self-deprecating smile. “Yeah? Sorry you have to look at me like this.”
You paused, your hand stilling on his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up,” you said bluntly, your voice firm but not unkind.
His eyes widened slightly, and you could see the faintest hint of surprise in his expression.
“I don’t care about how you look,” you continued, your tone softening. “I want you to take care of yourself because I can see how much pain you’re in all the time. I just… I want you to feel better. Even if it’s just a little. And if that means I have to rub lotion on every inch of your body to make it happen, then I will. I don’t mind.”
You hesitated, your cheeks warming as you realized how forward that sounded. “I just, uh… you know what I mean.”
A faint flush crept up his neck, and he turned his head away, his voice unusually soft. “You’re too good to me.”
The washcloth glided over his arm, the soft pressure coaxing a sigh from his lips as he sank deeper into the bathwater. You worked in silence, focused on cleaning the irritated areas of his pale, scarred skin. His muscles, usually tense and on edge, seemed to relax under your care. But after a while, he shifted slightly, his crimson eyes flicking to yours.
“The towel’s… too rough,” he murmured, his voice quieter than usual. “Can you just… use your hands?”
Your hands froze mid-motion, your breath catching slightly. “Y-You mean…?”
He frowned, clearly irritated with himself for asking, but he didn’t take it back. “Yeah. Just your hands. It… feels better that way.” His gaze shifted away, as if he couldn’t bear to watch your reaction. “Forget it if you don’t want to.”
You shook your head quickly, biting back the flush creeping into your cheeks. “No, it’s fine. I’ll—yeah. If it makes you feel better.”
Setting the washcloth aside, you dipped your hands into the warm, soapy water, rubbing them together to lather the soap before placing them gently on his shoulder. His skin was warm beneath your palms, and you could feel the subtle tension still lingering there as you began to move.
Your fingers worked in slow, careful circles over his shoulders, kneading the stiff muscles there before trailing down his arms. His biceps twitched slightly under your touch, and you couldn’t help but notice how lean and defined his muscles were, despite his wiry frame.
“This okay?” you asked softly, glancing up at him.
He nodded, his crimson eyes half-lidded as he leaned back a little more. “Yeah. Keep going.”
You let your hands slide down his arms, taking your time to wash each one thoroughly. Your thumbs grazed over the sharp ridges of his elbows and the softer curves of his forearms, your touch light but deliberate. When you reached his hands, you hesitated, carefully avoiding his fingertips.
“Careful with my hands,” he murmured, his voice low but not harsh. “Just… don’t touch the tips.”
“I know,” you said softly, guiding the soapy water over his knuckles and palms with the utmost care. “I won’t.”
Once his arms were done, you moved to his chest, your hands trembling slightly as they brushed against the firm planes of his torso. His chest rose and fell steadily under your touch, and you tried not to focus too much on the scars that littered his skin, or the way his muscles shifted beneath your palms.
“You’re blushing,” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smirk despite himself.
“Shut up,” you shot back, your voice flustered but not unkind. “I’m trying to help you, remember?”
His smirk softened into something gentler, and he let out a quiet hum as you continued. Your hands moved down to his stomach, the soft skin there slightly more sensitive under your touch. He twitched faintly when your fingertips grazed a particularly ticklish spot, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Didn’t take you for the ticklish type,” you teased lightly, your voice warm.
“Shut up,” he mumbled, but there was no bite in his tone.
After finishing his front, you leaned back slightly, motioning for him to sit forward. “Turn around so I can get your back.”
He obeyed, shifting in the tub until his back was to you. His shoulders were lean and angular, his back a canvas of old wounds and scratches that made your chest ache. You let your hands glide over his skin, your fingers careful but firm as you washed away the grime and tension that clung to him.
When you finished his back, you sat back on your heels, taking a moment to let your hands rest. “Alright,” you said, your voice soft. “Now, lean back again so I can wash your hair.”
He gave a faint nod, shifting until he was reclining against the edge of the tub. His crimson eyes met yours briefly before sliding shut, his expression almost peaceful.
“Don’t get soap in my eyes,” he murmured, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smirk.
“I’ll do my best,” you said with a small laugh, reaching for the shampoo.
The warm water cascaded over both of you as you prepared to move on to his hair. You grabbed the cherry-scented shampoo, a slight smile tugging at your lips as you squeezed some into your palm. “I hope you're okay with smelling like cherries,” you teased gently, your fingers already moving toward his hair.
Shigaraki blinked lazily up at you, his eyes half-lidded, clearly trying to relax. “I don’t care,” he muttered, but you could see the faintest flicker of amusement in his gaze.
You gently ran your fingers through his unruly, spiky hair, the soft pressure soothing him as the cherry-scented lather spread through the strands. The smell of sweet cherries mixed with the warm steam of the bath, and you focused on massaging his scalp, carefully working the shampoo through the tangled locks. You paid close attention to his scalp, where the skin was tender from his quirk, and you worked in slow, deliberate circles, the tips of your fingers pressing down just right to relieve some of the stress.
As you did, Shigaraki's breath hitched unexpectedly, and he let out a low, almost involuntary moan that echoed around the bathroom. Your fingers stilled for a brief moment, but you didn't say anything, instead continuing to massage his scalp with extra care. You didn’t tease him; you could feel the way his shoulders relaxed under your touch, and you didn’t want to ruin that moment.
“You okay?” you asked softly, not wanting to break the moment but also needing to check.
He blinked, eyes still closed, clearly a little flustered now. “Yeah,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “Just… don’t get used to it.”
You didn’t press the issue. Instead, you gently rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, the water swirling around you both as it carried away the soap. You reached for the conditioner next, squirting a generous amount into your palm.
“I don’t need any of that girl shit,” he grumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes.
You laughed, the sound soft and warm, almost comforting. “I just washed your hair with cherry-scented shampoo. Conditioning your hair isn’t going to hurt your masculinity, I promise.”
He scoffed, but it didn’t sound entirely convinced. “Fine. But you’re doing it, not me.”
You smirked, shaking your head, and worked the conditioner into his hair with care. You took your time, making sure it coated each strand as you massaged it into his scalp before working it down to the ends of his hair. His hair was soft under your touch, but you could still feel the dryness at the ends, the way it needed more nourishment.
“You’ve got some dry spots in your hair,” you muttered as you worked, and he grumbled in response, clearly uninterested in the details.
“I know, just—hurry it up,” he muttered, but there was a note of something almost like relief in his tone.
You didn’t rush. Instead, you carefully left the conditioner in his hair for a few minutes, paying attention to the ends, letting the treatment sink in. He leaned back into the tub, his eyes closed, breathing slow and steady, almost at peace.
“Alright,” you said after the five minutes passed, your fingers gently working through his hair one last time. “Time to rinse.”
As the water poured over him again, you rinsed the conditioner from his hair, making sure not to get it in his eyes. His hair felt softer now, a bit smoother, and it had a faint, lingering scent of cherries that made you smile.
“Good?” you asked quietly.
He opened his eyes, meeting yours with a mix of exhaustion and something like appreciation. “Fine,” he said, but you could hear the soft note of gratitude in his voice. "It’s better. Thanks."
You smiled, brushing his hair back away from his face gently. “You’re welcome.”
You stood by as Shigaraki carefully climbed out of the bath, his movements deliberate and a little slow, but you didn’t rush to help him. After all, he wasn’t a baby. He was still more than capable of managing on his own, and you had a feeling he wouldn’t appreciate the extra attention. Instead, you handed him a towel, letting him dry himself off as he seemed to enjoy the rare moment of being left to his own devices.
You couldn’t help but smile softly as he wiped himself down, his hands still tender but determined to handle it on his own. It was a quiet reminder that even though he was tough in a lot of ways, he still needed care, even if he didn’t always show it.
Once he’d taken care of the rest of his body, you stepped forward, the towel in your hands ready to help him with his hair. “Let me help with your hair,” you said softly, your voice gentle, knowing he’d probably let you now.
He glanced at you for a moment, a bit hesitant, but then gave you a short nod. “Fine, whatever. Just don’t make it weird,” he muttered.
You simply nodded, your fingers gently working through his damp hair, twisting the towel in your hands as you began to dry the strands. You used a separate towel for his hair, careful not to tug too hard or pull at any sensitive spots. As you worked, you brushed the towel through the wet strands, your fingers carefully raking through the hair that had been so soft after the conditioner.
“You know,” you said softly as you finished drying him off, “you really should take better care of your hair. It could be a lot softer if you didn’t just let it get all tangled.”
He let out a quiet scoff, but it lacked any real bite. “Don’t care about my hair. It’s fine.”
“Right, just like the rest of you is ‘fine,’” you teased lightly, making him shoot you a side-eye. You could tell he was trying to hide the soft hint of a smile that wanted to creep onto his face, but you could see it in his eyes.
You gently ran your fingers through his damp hair once more before applying some leave-in conditioner. The cool cream smoothed over his hair, helping to keep it soft and manageable. You massaged it in, feeling the strands more gently now that they were drying. After you’d finished, you grabbed the comb you kept nearby and carefully worked through the hair, making sure to detangle it without pulling too harshly.
His hair was in much better shape now, and you could tell he felt the difference as he gave it a few more ruffles, the soft texture running between his fingers. “Better?” you asked.
“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, sounding a little gruff, but you could tell he was secretly grateful for the effort.
Next, you made a pointed glance toward the bathroom mirror. “Alright, now brush your teeth,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the doorframe.
Shigaraki immediately gave you a look, his eyes narrowing. “Why? I don’t need—”
“Shigaraki,” you interrupted, holding your hand up. “I’m not kissing you if you don’t brush your teeth. I’m not suffering through that.”
He blinked at you in surprise, before the corner of his lips lifted ever so slightly in a rare smirk. “Fine, fine. I get it, princess.”
You watched him move toward the sink, still a little sluggish from the bath but clearly used to the routine. Despite his general lack of self-care, Shigaraki did brush his teeth on occasion, and you knew he didn’t want to push it with you. He didn’t want to make it uncomfortable for you, even though his quirks and habits were, at times, less than ideal.
You waited patiently as he brushed, watching as he rinsed his mouth afterward, his grumbling to himself barely audible as he finished up. When he was done, you couldn’t help but smile. “Better?”
He gave you a small, resigned look, but there was a hint of a smile behind the annoyance. “Yeah. Happy now?”
“Very,” you said, meeting his eyes with a soft smile.
It wasn’t much, but the simple moments of care you were able to offer, even when he tried to resist it, made you feel like you were getting through to him in the most important ways.
As you stood by, watching Shigaraki finish up with his teeth, you couldn’t help but notice how dry his skin looked—especially his lips. It was obvious that he hadn’t been taking care of himself as he should. His skin, usually pale to begin with, appeared irritated in spots, with patches that looked sore from neglect. You knew, in that moment, it was time for some more serious attention.
“Alright, we’re not done yet,” you said, moving over to the small cabinet where you kept your skin care products. He turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing.
“What now? You want to rub some of that girly lotion on my face or something?”
You chuckled softly, pulling out the facial cream and lip balm you kept stocked for days like this. “You need it, Shigaraki. Your lips are dry as hell, and your face looks like it could use some hydration.”
“Not the face, babe,” he muttered, turning away as if the suggestion alone was embarrassing. “I’m not putting any of that shit on.”
You rolled your eyes, walking up to him and gently lifting his chin with your finger, forcing him to look at you. “Don’t be so difficult,” you said, your voice soft but firm. “You need this. It’s not just about looking pretty, it’s about taking care of yourself so you don’t feel like you’re falling apart all the time.”
He huffed in frustration, but you could see the reluctance in his eyes. “I’m fine, I don’t need it. I don’t care about that stuff.” He glanced at the products in your hand with a glare, clearly irritated by the idea of being pampered.
You were having none of it, though. “Stop it. You know I’m not letting you get away with this. You’re not getting out of this one.” You moved forward with determination, taking a small amount of the facial cream and gently applying it to his face, starting at his forehead and working your way down. His skin was rough, but the cream was smooth, and you massaged it in carefully. He grumbled under his breath, but there was no way he was getting out of this.
“You seriously want me to let you do this?” he muttered, voice low, clearly self-conscious. “I’m not some pampered idiot, you know.”
You leaned in closer, your fingers working in slow circles around his face. “You don’t have to be a pampered idiot. You’re my idiot, and I’m taking care of you. You’ve got to let me.”
His shoulders stiffened, but he didn’t pull away, allowing you to finish applying the cream. “If you keep making that sound all sweet and patient, it’s gonna make me feel soft,” he grumbled, clearly trying to maintain some of his edge, but the fact that he was letting you do this without pushing you away said enough.
“Good,” you said with a teasing smile. “You need to feel soft every once in a while.”
You moved to his lips next, pulling the lip balm out and uncapping it with a small click. He groaned in protest, looking away as you gently applied it to his lips, smoothing over the dry, cracked skin. It wasn’t easy—he kept trying to dodge it, his eyes narrowing in embarrassment—but you weren’t having it.
“Stop fussing,” you said softly, your hands gentle as you finished up. “You look way better when you take care of yourself, and you feel better too. Trust me, I wouldn’t make you do this if I didn’t think it would help.”
He sighed in defeat, his gaze softening as he let you finish. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, but you could see the hint of relief in his expression.
“Yeah, but I’m your impossible,” you teased lightly, brushing a stray piece of his hair away from his face. “Now, you’re all moisturized. You can thank me later.”
He didn’t respond immediately, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes—a mix of frustration, reluctant gratitude, and something a little more tender, like he was slowly coming to realize that this weird, loving care was something he didn’t mind after all.
You gave him a firm, yet playful, look. “Alright, go ahead and put on some sweatpants,” you instructed, “but leave the shirt off. You’re not done yet. I’m not finished with you.”
Shigaraki raised an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and mild annoyance crossing his face. “What, are you planning to make me wear a whole outfit or something? I’m not your doll.”
You smiled, the tease in your voice unmistakable. “I don’t need you to wear a shirt right now. Just go and get the sweatpants on and lay down on the bed. I’ll be right there.”
He shot you a look, still reluctant, but you could see the hesitation behind his usual tough exterior. “Fine,” he muttered, standing up slowly, his towel barely staying in place as he shuffled toward the other room.
The soft patter of his bare feet on the floor was the only sound for a moment, and you couldn’t help but watch him go, your heart skipping a beat. Even though he wasn’t showing it, you knew he appreciated the care. It wasn’t something he was used to, but you could feel the walls around him slowly coming down bit by bit.
Once he disappeared into the other room, you took a deep breath and gathered the final things you needed for the next part of his care. This was important for him. More than the skin treatments or moisturizing, this was about making him feel… well, cared for, in ways he might not let himself admit.
You walked into the other room, finding him already laying on the bed, his back propped against the pillows. His towel was tossed aside, his bare chest exposed but free from the weight of his usual responsibilities. There was something so unguarded about him in that moment, and you knew it was the perfect time to keep pushing him to take care of himself.
You walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, placing the lotion you’d brought with you beside you. Shigaraki didn’t meet your eyes, but his posture was slightly more relaxed. That was something. It was just a small step, but it was progress.
“Alright,” you said, meeting his gaze with a soft smile, “let’s get you settled, yeah? I’m not done yet.” You could see a faint glimmer of understanding in his eyes as you spoke—he wasn’t resisting as much, even though he still acted like he was too proud to let himself enjoy it.
You took a steady breath as you stood beside the bed, grabbing the lotion from the side and squishing a generous amount into your palm. The quiet tension in the room hung between you both, a mix of care, nervousness, and unspoken affection.
"Alright, babe," you murmured gently. "Lay on your back for me."
Shigaraki, always so tense and guarded, complied without protest. As he settled back against the pillows, you couldn’t help but notice how his muscles shifted beneath his skin. Despite the roughness, the dry patches of his skin, he was still incredibly lean, defined in a way that caught your attention, even now. You sat on the edge of the bed, ready to begin.
His voice was low and cautious as he muttered, "Be careful with my hands... I don't want to hurt you."
You gave him a reassuring smile, leaning down slightly. "I know, baby. I know. Don’t worry." You let your fingertips trail lightly along his shoulder, just to reassure him before beginning the task you knew would make him feel better.
Squinting slightly, you pressed your palm to his back, starting from the lower part of his spine, the skin rough to the touch from years of neglect. You poured a bit of lotion into your hands, warming it up, then gently massaged it into his back. The moment your hands touched his skin, you noticed the way his muscles seemed to relax slightly, the tension in his body easing under your tender care.
You moved slowly, deliberately, as you worked the lotion into the dry patches, your hands moving up to his shoulder blades. The muscle there was so defined—lean, hard—but you could feel the discomfort beneath it. His body had carried so much, been through so much, that it almost felt like you were massaging away years of pain and stress.
"Does that feel alright?" you asked quietly, your voice almost a whisper.
Shigaraki didn't answer immediately, but you could feel the change in his posture—his body was responding, the tightness in his shoulders loosening as you carefully worked the lotion into his skin. His head turned slightly, and his voice was barely audible as he warned, “Be careful with my hands… I don’t want you to—”
“I know, baby, I know,” you reassured him with a soft laugh. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
Moving down, your hands skimmed over his arms, your fingers caressing the backs of his shoulders and along the back of his arms. The skin there was tough, scarred in places, but the muscles themselves were like stone, defined in a way that only added to his rugged charm. You reached the backs of his hands, where his fingers—so sharp, dangerous, and unpredictable—lay curled against the bed.
He visibly tensed. “I... I don’t know about this,” he said quietly, his voice edged with uncertainty. “Touching my hands, I mean…”
You smiled softly, leaning closer to his ear. “Don’t worry,” you said, your fingers brushing his wrist as you whispered, “I’m fine as long as I don’t touch all five at once. You’re safe. I’m here.”
He seemed to relax, just slightly, though his hand remained a little stiff. You carefully massaged around his hand, making sure to avoid touching more than four of his fingers at once. It felt delicate, almost fragile, but you handled him with care, making sure he felt the reassurance of your touch.
After a moment, you gently moved your hands back up, tracing your fingers along his shoulders one last time before moving to the front of his body.
His breath hitched for just a second, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth creep up your neck. Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved to straddle him, your knees gently pressing into the mattress beside his waist. As you looked down at him, you couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was—his chest, lean and muscular despite the dryness and roughness of his skin, was almost hypnotic.
You swallowed hard, your face flushing under the weight of your thoughts. His eyes met yours, his expression unreadable, though you could feel the faintest tremble in the way he inhaled.
"Okay..." you whispered, your hands shaking just a little. "I need to get your front now." You dipped your hands into the lotion once again, focusing on the warmth of it as you rubbed it into your palms. “I’ll take care of you.”
You started at the top of his shoulders, your fingers gently massaging the area, moving slowly to cover every inch of his skin. He was tense at first, unsure of how to react, but you could see the softening in his features as your hands moved across his chest.
You paid extra attention to his neck, the skin there often neglected, but this time you made sure to ease the rough patches, the discomfort. You took your time as you moved down to his collarbones, feeling their sharpness under your touch, and then along the front of his arms. You could sense the slight tremor in his muscles as your hands traced their way down his body, and you did your best to soothe it, working the lotion into every inch of his skin.
When you reached his chest, you couldn’t help but linger. You ran your hands along the defined muscles of his torso, pausing just to admire how his body shifted under your touch, the care you were giving him making him a little more at ease.
His voice broke through the quiet as he mumbled, “Remember my hands...”
You smiled gently, your fingers lingering on his chest for just a moment longer before you looked up at him. “Shh, I know. I’m not gonna get hurt.”
With a soft, almost relieved exhale, Shigaraki closed his eyes, and you returned your focus to his stomach. The muscles there were just as defined, firm beneath your touch, and you took your time massaging the lotion into the rough patches, letting your hands linger over the hard lines of his abs before smoothing them down his sides.
As you finished rubbing lotion into his stomach, you carefully shifted off of him, no longer straddling his waist. The moment you moved away, Shigaraki’s expression faltered just slightly, his lips curling into a small frown. You couldn’t help but notice how he seemed almost disappointed, and for a brief moment, your chest tightened with guilt.
His voice, quiet and almost unsure, broke the silence. “...It’s over?”
You blinked at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his tone. For a moment, you weren’t sure what to say. You hadn’t expected him to feel that way, but there was something almost comforting in the way he wanted your attention. You gave him a soft smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. You had never seen him like this before—open, asking for care, for reassurance. You found it endearing, and honestly, a little heartbreaking.
“Of course not,” you said quickly, reaching for more lotion. “I didn’t mean to rush you. If there’s anywhere you want me to spend more time on, I’ll do it.”
Shigaraki shifted slightly, his eyes casting downward for a moment as if considering. Then, his voice, quiet yet laced with a hint of uncertainty, spoke up. “Can you... can you go over my neck again? And my shoulders? Maybe my elbows... and my stomach, too?”
You smiled, unable to hide how pleased you were that he was finally opening up to you. You could tell that, despite his usual cold demeanor, he was actually starting to appreciate the care you were giving him. It wasn’t just the physical relief—it was the connection, the intimacy of it all.
“Of course,” you said, moving back into position, and his gaze lingered on you for a moment, something soft in his expression. You grabbed more lotion and began by gently massaging his neck again, feeling the subtle tension in his muscles as your hands worked their way over the rough patches, smoothing them out with the lotion. His neck was always a sensitive spot, but you could tell he was beginning to relax as you worked.
You moved to his shoulders next, your fingers carefully kneading the muscle there, giving extra attention to the spots where you knew he carried the most stress. He let out a quiet sigh, his body sinking into the bed a little more, the weight of the tension easing under your hands.
When you reached his elbows, you noticed the faint scars that lined them, reminders of his past, of the battles he had fought. You took your time, gently massaging the skin there, making sure to be thorough without causing him discomfort. His breath slowed, and for a moment, you both just existed in the stillness, the sound of your hands working his skin and the occasional breath he let out.
You moved back to his stomach, lingering there once more. He had such defined muscles, and despite the dryness and roughness, you could still see the strength he carried within his body. You worked the lotion in slowly, your fingers gliding over the hard lines of his abs. His chest rose and fell with each breath, the tension slowly melting away as you moved your hands gently across his stomach, giving it the care it deserved.
Shigaraki’s eyes closed for a moment, his expression softening, a quiet hum of contentment leaving his lips. His usual coldness had slipped away, replaced by something more raw, more vulnerable. For once, he wasn’t hiding behind his harsh exterior, and you could see it—the subtle way his body language had shifted. He was starting to trust you more, to appreciate your touch, and it was everything you had hoped for.
“Thank you,” he murmured, his voice softer than you were used to hearing. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.
You smiled, leaning in closer to him, your fingers tracing lightly over his shoulder once more. “You don’t have to thank me,” you whispered. “I’m just glad you’re letting me take care of you.”
Shigaraki’s eyes fluttered open, and for the first time in a while, you saw something in them you hadn’t before: warmth, perhaps even a little relief. There was something about this moment that felt different—a shift that, despite everything, made you believe he was finally starting to let go.
"You're welcome," he said again, though this time his voice was a little steadier.
You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple, letting the silence settle between you both. It wasn’t just about the physical care—it was about the bond you were building, the trust, the understanding. And you both knew it was something that would only grow deeper with time.
Once you finished, you shifted so you were lying beside him, your body settling into the bed next to his. The room felt peaceful, the air thick with a quiet connection neither of you had fully acknowledged before.
For the first time, Shigaraki didn’t pull away from you. His red eyes, usually cold and filled with that ever-present bitterness, softened as they focused on you. There was something in them now—a flicker of tenderness that made your heart flutter.
You lay there for a moment, both of you just looking at each other, neither of you speaking. It was a strange kind of silence, but it felt comfortable, like the calm after a storm. His presence beside you was no longer a thing to fear. Instead, it felt like something safe, something familiar.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he said, his voice quiet, but sincere.
The words themselves were unexpected. They caught you off guard. Shigaraki was never one to be openly grateful for anything, especially not for something like this. But there it was—his acknowledgment, his rare moment of appreciation.
Your chest tightened, and before you could stop yourself, your eyes started to well up. It wasn’t out of sadness, but something much more bittersweet—a combination of relief, affection, and the overwhelming feeling that you had finally cracked through the hardened shell he’d so carefully built around himself.
You didn’t know what came over you, but you couldn’t stop yourself from whispering his name. “Tomura,” you said, the sound of his name slipping from your lips, was soft, affectionate. You cupped his cheek gently, your thumb brushing over the scarred skin, feeling the subtle warmth of his skin against your touch.
“I’m sorry,” you said, your voice a little shakier than you intended. “You don’t have to say it back, but... I really love you.”
There was a long pause, a moment of silence where you held your breath, half afraid that you had said too much. That he would pull away, retreat into his usual, cold self. But to your surprise, his gaze never faltered, and for the first time, you saw him as something more than the ruthless leader of the League of Villains.
Tomura’s red eyes softened as he stared at you, and for once, his hands didn’t twitch with the usual restlessness. He leaned in slightly, his face inches away from yours. You could feel his breath, shaky and uneven, as if he too was battling with the emotions he was too used to locking away.
The words were hard for him, and you could see that. But in the end, he spoke them anyway.
“The feeling... is mutual,” he whispered, his voice quieter than before, but still heavy with sincerity. It was almost painful for him to admit, but he said it anyway. He leaned in closer, and without thinking, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
That small gesture—so unlike him—was enough to make your heart race. It was everything you needed to hear, everything you wanted. Even with the difficulty in his voice, it felt like a true confession. The weight of his words settled in your chest, filling you with a warmth that washed away any lingering uncertainty.
You couldn’t hold back any longer. A tear slipped down your cheek, though you quickly wiped it away, not wanting him to see how much his words meant to you. But he saw it anyway, his expression softening even more.
You rested your forehead against his, closing your eyes and savoring the quiet moment between you two. The world outside no longer seemed so daunting, not when you had him by your side—vulnerable, honest, and, for the first time in a long time, fully present.
And for once, you allowed yourself to believe that despite everything—despite his quirk, his past, his brokenness—there was still hope. There was still love.
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They Made You Cry (MHA/Fem!Reader)
(Laser: I'm sad today, so I curse you with angst.)
Summary: MHA characters reacting to making their girlfriend cry. (Angst, arguments, and some unhealthy relationship dynamics.)
Characters: Bakugou, Dabi, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Midoriya
MHA-MHA-MHA
Bakugou
Katsuki's heart sinks when he sees the unmistakable wetness that mists over your eyes. What's worse, what really makes him feel like the worst kind of bastard, is the way you shy away from his gaze with a sense of bitter defeat. Like he's getting what he wanted. Like his victory, his intention, was pushing you to tears.
As if he could ever consider this a victory.
"H-Hey..." he reaches out to you, awkward and unsure. He's so bad at dealing with tears, especially yours. It's so much easier to take on whatever piece of shit that's made you cry, but in this case, it's him. He's the piece of shit.
You sniffle, hurriedly brushing past him, equal parts angry and hurt.
"Whatever, Katsuki."
Dabi
The thing about you is that you're so damn unpredictable. Sweet one second, drawing blood the next.
Dabi kind of loves it. It keeps things from becoming boring, getting stale. And you're so hot when your eyes are ablaze with whatever emotion is overcoming you.
Just like right now, in the middle of some pointless, bullshit argument, when something he says makes you snap. You tackle him to the ground, your hands fisting into his jacket as you yell in his face. All he can do is grin up at you dangerously, just as angry, but equally as enticed by just how vibrant you look in this moment.
Then something even sweeter happens.
Big, fat tears begin to drip from your wild eyes, and Dabi sucks in a breath. You sob, frustrated and overwhelmed, and his cold, little heart warms at the sight.
"Oh, pretty girl..."
His arms wrap around you as you cry into his chest, cursing his name all the while. He strokes your hair, twisted affection squirming in his chest like a nest of spiders.
Always so unpredictable and entertaining.
Aizawa
"(Name), I-" Shouta falters, all the anger and frustration from your argument washed away by cold, all-consuming guilt at the sight of the tears slipping down your face.
You hurriedly wipe them away, stepping back, away from him, and the guilt deepens.
He knows you hate crying in front of him, even when it isn't his fault. It makes you feel weak, and he knows you worry he'll think less of you, that he'll find your more emotional way of being "irrational."
You turn, hiding your face as you try to walk away, but he stops you, gently catching you by the arm.
"Wait," he pleads, his voice gentle, "I'm sorry." Because no argument is worth making you cry.
"I don't want you to see me like this," you mutter, your head down. But at least you're not pulling away from him. He takes that as a good sign.
"Don't hide from me," he urges. He takes you by the chin and tilts your head up so he can look at you properly. He brushes your tears away, regretful that they're there in the first place. "Let's talk about this, okay?"
He's always so stubborn, set in his ways. But he'll try to meet you in the middle, to understand your perspective. You're worth it.
Shigaraki
Tomura feels no guilt at the sight of your tears, only vindictive satisfaction. Good. He'd been aiming to hurt you when he said those words to you. He really can't stand the way you make him feel sometimes, so he's happy to return the favor.
"You're seriously crying?" he taunts with a cruel smirk, poking at your cheek with a mocking finger.
You smack his hand away, "fuck you, Tomura, you fucking prick," you hiss, trying not to cry even more in front of him. You turn and storm away from him before things get even worse.
"You're so pathetic!" he calls after you, making sure you can hear him before you slam the door behind you.
He huffs, standing there and scratching at his neck. You're so damn overdramatic, a pain in his ass. You deserve to cry a little for the shit you put him through.
The image of your tear-filled face flashes through his mind. He ignores the way it makes his stomach twist with discomfort.
Midoriya
Izuku feels his own eyes fill with tears, watching you hug yourself and cry in front of him.
"(N-Name)... please don't cry..." he begs, his hands brushing up and own your arms, trying to console you.
"I thought I was never going to see you again," you cry, your words making his heart ache. You scrub a shaking hand over your eyes, "I was so s-scared for you!"
"I'm sorry, (Name)," he pulls you into a hug, his own tears running free. He really scared you this time. It was a close call. "It's okay, I'm okay. I'm here."
He shushes you gently, guilt spreading through his chest at the distress he's caused you. His job is always going to cause you to worry, the only thing he can do is try his best to come home to you at the end of the day.
(Requests)
I love a Dabi/Reader or a Shigaraki/Reader where Reader bites just as hard as they do.
Where they're both fucked up and damaged and angry and so fucking afraid of exposing that soft inner core they're carrying. So craving of attention and affection yet simultaneously repulsed by it.
Where neither of them knows how to hold someone's hand without digging their nails in and drawing blood.
Where neither of them is the sunshine, they're both black holes swallowing up everything in their path.
Where they both know this was doomed from the start.
Where if they come out better on the other side it's one hell of a cosmic joke, because who the fuck allowed them to have a happy ending?
Chapters: 17/32 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Reader, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Reader, Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko/Reader, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Reader, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic/Reader, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko/Reader, Akaguro Chizome | Stain/Reader, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum/Reader Characters: Reader, Original Female Character(s), Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Akaguro Chizome | Stain, Toyomitsu Taishirou | Fat Gum Additional Tags: Female Reader, Polyamory, Chubby Reader, Short Reader, reader wears glasses, generic brand kinktober series, Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con Elements, Dubious Consent, Toxic Relationships, Abusive Relationships, more specific content warnings will be included in each chapter, most stories feature healthy dynamics, I'm just covering my bases, One Shot Collection, confident reader, Yandere Summary: A late Fall collection of kinky, explicit one shots featuring various MHA characters paired with a female Reader. Mostly Erasermic/Reader focused.
Happy Birthday!
So sorry for not posting, guys! But how could I ever forget my sweetheart Tomus birthday?! ^_^
Before, Tomura wouldn't celebrate his birthday, but when you came into the League...you changed that. He loved it because you'd pamper him and this year...you gave him a real treat.
What are you now...? Fuck if he knew! But he knew he wanted you.
He woke up, expecting a nice breakfast already, and he went out to the kitchen, seeing just that.
The day went amazingly for him, and the night came along...you had never done this before, honestly, Dabi dared you to do this. But, you didn't know how much you'd like it!
You went into his room, him playing games and still eating a slice of his cake, he spun his chair around to face you, "Oh, hey Y/N." He muted his mic, "Thank you for everything, dude, you spoil me- I-I don't know how to thank you.." He was oddly...sweet? "It's really no problem, Tomura." You replied. "I feel like you deserve something back, Y/N. Really. Ever since you've came along, you've spoiled me to death, it kinda pisses me off because I can't even remember your birthday!" He half-joked, laughing a bit but he still looked at you with gratefulness. "Well...maybe you could repay me now." You said in a sultry tone, hoping he'd catch the hint-- newsflash...he didn't. "What do you mean?" He tilted his head...ugh, dumbass! "You know..." You smirked, climbing on his lap and then you felt him become hard, his eyes widened as he realized but then he smirked a little. "Mm...I like the sound of that..." He grunted, eyeing up your cleavage and grabbing your waist.
You honestly don't remember what happened next, you just remember being slammed against the bed, railed with an amazing dick and then getting zero aftercare, you just watched him play games for the rest of the night. Happy Birthday...Tomura.
𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Y/N decided to play around with Tomura under the desk...
𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭: @mamayan ఌ
You arrived home with Toga and Twice from a shopping trip that Kurogiri ordered you all to do by Tomura, you laid the 100-YEN-SHOP bags on the bar counter and went to you and Tomura's room, he was your boyfriend after all, why wouldn't you want to see him?
He was lazily slumped over his gaming desk, grunting when typing, and banged the desk occasionally, he was wearing your headphones which made him look silly because they were Hello Kitty headphones with her ears and the iconic red bow, he barely turned towards you and didn't bother to glance, “Hey, Y/N..." He mumbled, getting closer to the screen, his nose just centimeters away from it, you had an idea.
Suck this boy's dick!
He'd be into it, he loves blowjobs, but how were you gonna do it nonchalantly? You had an idea again, his eyes were glued to that screen anyway. You pretended to plug your phone charger in and he glanced a little, immediately zoning back into the screen, you crawled under his desk and Shiggy always wore these sweatpants, it was no problem, especially now. You rubbed his shaft through his sweatpants and he tried not to moan in response, so he just whimpered, bucking his hips forward. Damn, he's very sensitive...you guys didn't have sex for a week or two because you were too busy out of town with the others on special missions while he was healing from a wound, you jerked him off through his sweatpants and saw him get very hard, you could smell his shaft through the sweatpants and it was putrid, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, when he tugged at his pants, you helped him lower his pants and boxers, and you opened your mouth, swallowing his dick like it was a reward.
“Shit— fuck...go faster...I'm winning because of this...ah..."
His lukewarm cum filled your throat in no time, and then he cheered, “Fuck yes! I won!" He yelled, then looking at your drooling mouth under the desk, “Do that more often, you're my good luck charm."
𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐖: Panty sniffing and licking + perverted incel freak Shigaraki, kinda non con?
You. A new member to the league that Tomura was easily infatuated with, he was chill with you infront of your face, but he'd get someone to snap little photos of you that he'd cum to later, even if they were SFW, he'd lick his phone like the weird pervert he is. He'd even set you as his pfp on Discord to just pretend like he had a girlfriend, he and you both knew he damn well didn't.
Tomura had eventually made a pocket pussy and would cum in it, once he got bored and while you were shopping with Toga, he stole your dirty panties, sniffing them, wearing them on his head and licking the (now dry) wet spot your little cunt had left on it previously, he put it to the bottom of his pocket pussy and flooded, soaked your panties with his cum, he reused them as a toy for his own pleasure for weeks and he simply washed them in his own laundry load and put on an act that you had put your load into his, you knew damn well you didn't. He kept his dirty clothes in his room, why would your panties be in there?
You had theories and you wanted to test them, you had announced and pretended to go on a shopping spree with Toga and hid in your closet in reality, watching Tomura sneak in, look in your hamper, dragging your bras and panties out, he moaned as he got ahold of a newer pair of panties of yours, he grazed his lips over the same spot your clit would lay on the fabric, spitting on them before pulling his cock out and fucking your little panties, you wanted to reveal yourself, so you did.
"Hey! What the hell are you doing?!" You yelled, pointing at him and he just chuckled,
"You have eyes." He said, but it sounded like a coo, a mocking one. "Your panties feel so good around my tip..." He moaned k to his own hand he was also drooling on, you felt your clit twitch and your pussy clench, liquids covering your pussy lips as you got aroused. "Gonna keep looking or you gonna let me use you?" He smirked, slowly getting up, jerking himself off with your panties wrapped around his wet cock, you could smell it from the two feet away you were from each other, but you couldn't say no, letting your lips wrap around his cock, he started face fucking you and insulting you, "Damn. You're ass at this..." He muttered, how would he know? He's a virgin! You thought, but didn't want to start an argument when his dick is halfway down your throat and you're slightly gagging on it. You just kept taking it like a good girl, fingering your pussy, letting yourself leak onto the panties you knew Tomura would keep to use as fap material likely after he was done fucking you.
This was just the beginning.
𝐓𝐖: 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀
You and Tomura...God, you two were infatuated with each other, constantly fucking and shit. It tired Kurogiri and Dabi was complaining but thank God, he bought noise canceling headphones.
Tomura had stayed up until a little after 1:30 AM, he looked at you, so innocent, sleeping soundly, not moving. Not moving. Not moving. He smirked at the sight and got a little hard through his sweatpants, he was already shirtless because he didn't expect to stay up so late. "Hm...I do need to blow off some steam." He mumbled, inching towards the bed where you lay, he palmed himself gently through his pants as he got on top of you, "So pretty..." He whispered, looking at your plump tits, fat ass...you knew your worth when you were with Tomura. He lapped his longer against your neck, but you stayed sound asleep, he pinned you flat on your back, hands like an endzone, he looked at your pink nipples poking through the slightly transparent tank top you wore, he bit his lip and got harder, he lifted it, squeezed your breast and whimpered softly, taking off his pants, grinding on you through your pajama pants, the fabric getting him off a little more, he lowered your pants and saw how wet your desperate little cunt was through your soaking panties, he moaned, lowering them and sticking his fat cock inside.
You woke up, your stomach covered in cum, your ass and pussy seeping with his cum from endless bareback cream pies, and he was snuggling your side, his face buried in your collarbones, his partially hard cock laid on your thigh, still leaking.
𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Tomura and Y/N fell for each other, but nobody knew they had fallen. They didn't even know they fell for each other until one day, walking back from a (mostly) successful battle, they find a hotel and Y/N finds Tomura...
Tomura and Y/N had fallen for each other, of course, nobody knew so, and neither of you would tell anyone because you mostly wanted to ignore teasing. You weren't even sure why you liked him, was it the messy hair that draped perfectly over his scarlet eyes? His cold attitude? His weird yet oh-so-sexy demeanor? How he was slightly emo? How you knew he'd be all yours since he was such a loser and no woman ever batted an eye at him? You didn't know. Tomura knew why he liked you, you weren't ever afraid to speak your mind, and you were so sexy to him, he'd pump his fat cock to you while whispering your name while you were in the next room, thinking he was gaming or asleep. One attack, you and the rest of the League were walking home after a (mostly) successful battle, All Might didn't come to "save the day" which made Tomura a little pissed off, you could sense it. Tomura led the League away from the lair...odd.
Dabi: "What the hell, boss? Are you stupid? The lair is literally right around the corner!"
Shigaraki: "Stop being a dick, we're staying at a hotel for the night so we can actually wake up early all together for the next battle tomorrow." He grumbled, a hint of sleepiness in his voice as he stomped off up the sidewalk, making it to the hotel, checked in, and he didn't know how to work that stuff but Spinner swore he did and only got three rooms with one bed each. Stupid. Magne, Toga and Twice decided to share a room, Spinner, Dabi and Compress decided to share a room, that leaves you, Shigaraki and Kurogiri.
Kurogiri: "I can leave you two be. I'll sleep on the chair." He insisted, no matter how many denials came from you or Tomura. You and Tomura made it well through the night, you couldn't tell with Kurogiri, you fell asleep but woke up to a moan, you looked over at the alarm clock— 1:34 AM.— you look over your shoulder to see Tomura jerking off, you couldn't make out what was on his phone, you rubbed your eyes and say a picture of you changing he had secretly took of you, oh my god...this guy is a pervert! You turned around quickly as you felt him spin around, you felt him tug at your pants and cum on your ass, you let out a noise and his eyes snapped open in fear, but you fake sleeped, you thought you could play it off, he just shrugged it off and left the hot cum on your ass as he then spun back around and played his game on the same phone he was just looking at a picture of you on and jerking off to it.
NFSW ALPHABET TW: OPINIONS
𝐀 ❥ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄: It's a whole mood switch— pounding into your sweet, tight hole and then resting you against his chest as he whispers how good you felt, "Shhh, you did so good..." He'd whisper sweetly, gently rubbing your hair. Sometimes he just gets on his game, depending if it was a quickie or not, really, but he'd still toss a water for you.
𝐁 ❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓: Tits. Next question? Smothering his face in them, licking them, jerking off and cumming on them, sticking them in between them, no matter the size or gender, you best believe he's gonna be doing something to them (with consent, duh).
𝐂 ❥ 𝐂𝐔𝐌: He's definitely a cum freak, if you/him don't cum, there wasn't sex? Even if someone walks in and you haven't came, he'd keep going until one of you did. If you're a vagina owner, he'd finger you until you came, soaking his fingers in your juices, he'd then lift his hand to his mouth and (there was two fingers used in this "imagine"/pov,) swirl his tongue between his fingers to capture and savor your juices.
𝐃 ❥ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓: He steals your underwear and cums inside them, sometimes he washes them and puts them back in your drawer, sometimes he just puts them back in your drawer, and most of the time, he just keeps them and cums in the same pair over and over until he gets tired of that pair, then that's when he washes them, but usually they're unusable afterwards because of the disgusting cum stains and little crust.
𝐄 ❥ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: You're likely his first lover, happy with mega-virgins? Doesn't matter, he is one. Sure, he likely watches/has watched porn before but stopped when dating you because...he has you, why would he watch people fuck? Even just looking at your pictures satisfy him anyways. The first time you guys fucked, it was...kind of bad. Just because of his experience though, sloppy thrusts, and wasn't pushing it in (deep enough, anyway), and was just staying in one spot, but the second time was amazing— magical, even.
𝐅 ❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Depends if he's bottoming or topping you. If he's bottoming, probably mating press, it's more intimate and less like "I own you." type of shit, when he's bottoming, we bursts out crying when he comes down from his high in any position, so it doesn't matter. If he's topping, however...face down, ass up, deep victory, missionary, doggy style, standing up, sitting, laying down, anywhere and any position.
𝐇 ❥ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑: I'm gonna come out and say it, he's not well-shaven, some of the hair goes to his (very) low stomach, white-ish blue hair with tiny black hairs here and there.
𝐈 ❥ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄: He is rough, bottom or not, usually spitting things out, but while cumming he will repeat "I love you!" over and over in a sorta high-pitched whimper-y voice.
𝐉 ❥ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅: Woukd rather have your pussy lips, asshole jerking him off, he usually humps pillows, the bed or you to masturbate.
𝐊 ❥ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: Multiple, my Shigaraki headcanons post explains all of them. :)
𝐋 ❥ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Anywhere. Bathroom, kitchen, shower, bedroom, living room, Dabi's bedroom, Kurogiri's office, his office, even in Kurogiri's warp gate, in public, private, anywhere.
𝐌 ❥ 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Just you in general. Walk in a room and he might cum in his pants. Rather that's you wearing a 'special clothing item' (ex. miniskirt), your voice, scent or touch, even your taste— he's hard and ready to go.
𝐍 ❥ 𝐍𝐎: The gloves stay on, even if you beg. Gloves or no hands, which means no spanking or groping, so that's just bad for both of you.
𝐎 ❥ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋: He prefers receiving, but will gladly give. He likes specifically receiving oral under the desk, especially during a meeting or game, it makes him feel more loved, then making him more confident, even though he just whimpers and moans involuntarily and sounds ridiculous.
𝐏 ❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄: Fast, bottoming or not. He's slamming into you if he's a top, quickly smashing into your hole and whining in pleasure.
𝐐 ❥ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄: He's not capable of anything but quickies, the end.
𝐑 ❥ 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊: Risk as in almost getting caught? If so, hell yeah, he will risk it. Honestly, he wouldn't care either, he'd probably fuck in front of Kurogiri.
𝐒 ❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀: It kind of depends on his mood, ex. if he's angry, maybe 30 minutes to 2 hours, if he's sad, 30 minutes at most. He could last days if he wanted to.
𝐓 ❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒: Probably a vibrator or two, definitely uses them in public too.
𝐔 ❥ 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑: He's too impatient, he'd lose it after a few teases, and if you're teasing him, he'd probably just cry.
𝐕 ❥ 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄: Makes the most pornographic moans and whimpers, even begs, even if he's on top. Usually he'll spit out little "Please..."'s and "More!" every now and then. Sometimes even rude things like "Dirty little whore" and "Cumslut."
𝐖 ❥ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃: Brags about you to his online gaming friends.
𝐗 ❥ 𝐗-𝐑𝐀𝐘: Tomura is a (huge) 6.5 in/16.51 cm flaccid dick, and when erect, it can range between 7.5 in/19.05cm to 8.0 in/20.32 cm at most.
𝐘 ❥ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: (Yearning as in sex drive.) Exclusively high sex drive, not through the roof, but definitely "up there."
𝐙 ❥ 𝐙𝐳𝐳: Doesn't sleep (often) afterwards, too energetic or it, unless it's during the day, I guess. Like, after staying up for the whole night, fucking when you wake up and then going to bed.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ★ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖/𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃. 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐃.
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Shigaraki is a switch that leans towards submissive due to his daddy issues and mommy loneliness/desperation. He usually clings to his lover in private and acts like the dominant one in public, acting unbothered but sometimes throws a fit in public like a child (ex. when he doesn't get something he wants), and you usually punish him for it. But he likes it.
Of course, Shigaraki is kinky, he has the weirdest but most predictable fetishes and kinks that well-fit him. Some being bondage (doesn't matter who's being bonded), hand fetish, choking (which goes along with the hand fetish) and most degrading techniques— like humiliation, name calling and glory hole. He also enjoys pain. A LOT. Which, it gets a little dangerous, he or you use techniques like biting (which you also use out of sex for teasing), spanking, and, cock/pussy slapping. He does do non-consensual sex, but it's not his kink, it's just when he's drunk and is hyper-aroused so he begs to fuck you/you to fuck him. Sometimes he likes somnophilia, but he tries holding back to respect your boundaries. — Using toys is a huge turn-on for him, he likes pegging, and, vibrators (on you and him), he doesn't use that many toys, just the basics.
Yes, Tomura enjoys quirk play, like in the given examples, he'd decay your clothes off and then...well, get started on you.
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Tomura is a (huge) 6.5 in/16.51 cm flaccid dick, and when erect, it can range between 7.5 in/19.05cm to 8.0 in/20.32 cm at most.
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He is very snuggly afterwards, rather if it's him dicking you down so good you won't be able to walk for weeks or you riding his hard dick so good he's lost his senses, he's take a bath with you, worship you, you worship him, you guys do selfcare and then snuggle. That's how it always ends.
Tomura doesn't believe in "rounds," he/you goes until you're both satisfied and exhausted, unless, of course, one of you have to stop bc of a medical or mental emergency (ex. bleeding, crying, panic attack, uti, etc.).
He's very bratty, take that in, sexual or not. He will throw tantrums when he doesn't get his way (rather that's with you, with others or in battle), they can be tiny, him biting, whining, pouting and stomping his foot, but they can also be huge (and destructive), him screaming, knocking things over, hitting/dusting anything in sight (he tries to not hit you) and getting on the ground and letting out his aggravation until he gets too tired and then just cries for comfort— which is how all his tantrums end, him crying and grabbing at you, desperate for comfort and forgiveness for his outburst.
Tomura's favorite body part of his lover would most likely be their breasts/pecks and their waist, rather they had no/tiny chest, a huge one or the size of Wendy William's, he'd love them, kiss them, bite them, snuggle them, hell, he'd motorboat them too. Rather his lover had "rolls," a skinny waist or think they had no waist because of their weight, he'd still hold them by it as they kissed. He wouldn't care about your body weight, but when he gets on his game, he's gonna insult everyone because of their looks, accent, body weight, etc.
Speaking of your body and appearance, he'd literally pop a boner as soon as you walked in the room, rather if you were dressed in the most revealing thing ever, your casual outfit, or your literal pajamas— boner alert. 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎; He'd probably be playing on [insert device] and you'd walk in the room, he'd be too engaged in his game to notice you until he recognized your scent, he'd look up/back at you and try to cover his grin with a poker face and then get hard, then his smile would fade a bit and he'd cover it with a pillow, blanket, or his device.
♡︎ He wouldn't care for holidays like Valentine's day, Thanksgiving or Christmas...until he met you; Valentine's day, he'd likely do one or two of three things, fuck you, be all inlove and smitten or gift you with candies. Thanksgiving, he wouldn't really say anything, he'd just enjoy the food but he'd think about how happy he is to have you, and Christmas, an abundance of money would be stolen and spent to keep the love of his life happy. ♡︎
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That's all, people! Sorry this was kind of short, I hope you all enjoyed this first post. ★ 𝐍𝐎 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃! 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐓! 𝐌𝐘 𝐐/𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃, 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!