Mha Shigaraki - Blog Posts

i miss his loser era 👾🖤

saw this funny mp100 meme and decided to redraw it lol

he is so done with her

long haired princess ✨👑

instagram’s algorithm is killing my account so i’m expanding my choices ig

Consumed until there was nothing left of me...

I love to imagine that Spinner is a hopeless romantic and Shigaraki is just completely oblivious.

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 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” / Pt2

Tomura shigaraki x reader

🌙Scenario/🌟smut coming soon)

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.

Pt3 here <3

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Some art stuff I’ve been working on (most of it’s coloring in manga pannles)

ARA | PART 1: LOVE AT FIRST BITE [18+]

(hoping the link works) - Read Ara and Shigarakis story here hehe. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Yes I'm back to ask. My Hero Academia rp anyone? We can do double up but ocxcc or ccxcc only. I can play anyone for you if you play anyone for me. I can do gxg, bxb, but mostly prefer bxg for my side but still open for anyone. Dark theme welcome but please be semi-lit and 18+ message or like it and I'll come to you

TV Girl x Ghigadabi

I see the question a lot; if Tomura was rehabilitated would he stick with Tomura or would he go back to Tenko?

And personally, I think he’d choose a whole new name entirely. Before he dies, he learns how involved AFO was in his life, so both names probably feel like a shadow of that control over his life

Solution? Whole new name 😌

touches softly

Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg from Ride the Cyclone! Yes that is Shigaraki in the corner (how could you mention fathers and heros in the same sentence, around HIM 🫵🫵) and yes this is what inspired the question about the president elections I posted a few days ago.

Okay question for y'all (because my best friend hates me and won't answer 🙄) if Tomura Shigaraki, Ocean O'Connell Rosenburg, and Chappell Roan were the only candidates in the presidential race, who would you vote for? Not who you think would win, but who you would vote for. Also yes these people are connected but I'm not explaining unless you ask because it's silly.

I don't think I should have a vote because I am biased: I love Shigaraki, feel mediocre about Ocean, and dislike Chappell Roan (it's a whole thing that I'm not going to get into, I'm sure she's a sweet woman!)

Shigaraki would probably wreck the justice system OR do great things for it, possibly demolish cops which I mean can't blame him ACAB ✊ he also is not a bigot (Friends with Magne and Toga who are lgbt, Spinner who is oppressed/a minority, people of many races, and mentally ill people, as well as minors in general) he'd also probably do decent things for the fostercare system... Once he's done banning heros that is.

It's been a minute since I've seen ride the cyclone so if I say anything wrong please forgive me. Ocean is a dead teenage girl (already off to a not great start) I believe she is religious but I may be misremembering, I also am pretty sure she did not believe Noel about being gay but I could be misremembering. She also supports democracy.

I dislike Chappell Roan so I feel like I shouldn't list pros or cons for her, anyways- She's lgbtq friendly, however I think she'd get upset with the publicity coming with being the literal president (no hate to her, I get it) I could see it being a Biden situation where people are super excited for her to be president but then hate her when she is. Plus how will she juggle being a pop-singer and president? Concerts in the Whitehouse perhaps?

FYI: I want to like Chappell but I'm struggling to, you are welcome to try to change my mind!

TLDR: All have pros and cons, my vote goes to Shigaraki because I'm biased.

I meant to post the last few days but life got the best of me and I totally forgot 🤭😅 here's some art I made this week to make up for it.

Once again hating the watermarks (the watermarks are cute I just don't want them there) but it is what it is 🤷‍♀️ I may post again tonight and I'm going to try to get into a more consistent schedule lol.

Hello! I am new to tumblr, I will mostly be posting my art. I have a bunch of interests so I have a lot of art from different fandoms! I have been drawing for as long as I can remember but I've gotten more serious over it in the last 6-7 years. This is a super old drawing of Shigaraki from MHA, I believe I made this in 2022, it got colored I just don't have a photo of that.

i found theeeeemmmmm

I finally found my drawing book that had the E-Girl Overhaul drawing, PLUS awhile bunch more :>>>

Sorry this took a bit, I'm not used to doing posts on a phone sooo I'm slowly learning. Not that it took me two weeks to find the post Button-

ANYWAYS HERE'S E-GIRL OVERHAUL

Ngl I was inspired by some pic I found on Google, cause I thought it was so damn funny

OOOH BUT I GOT MORE

Dabi: Those fishnets are pretty gay, Crusty

Shigaraki: That's the point, bird fucker

I have Two E-Girl Shigaraki pics lmaao,

-His shirt says 'I paused my game for this'-

Dabi: That's gay, Handjob

Shigaraki: Kinda the point, Chicken nugget.

This one's a bit old, and I don't *exactly* like it as much, but it's still something

Oh god I even drew Aizawa, I didn't put him in a skirt tho, and I was kinda rushing this one, which is kinda why the pants are a lil wonky

Don't worry Zashi, you'll get him to wear the tail eventually ✊😔

Eventually

here's my favorite one, back then when I didn't draw Dabi constantly so his hairs a lil weird

this one took SSOOO much googling but LOOO AT HIM. LOOK AT THAT OUTFIT- HE'S SLAYING!!

Hhaaaa

I Love making people think I'm crazy:33

Sooo that's all the ones I got for now, if I find more I'll post em and let y'all enjoy my insanity

Here's a lil meme I made cuz of a funny drawing a found:

Shigaraki: I don't have Daddy issues.

Dabi: Look at what you're wearing, Lmao

Shigaraki: Have YOU looked in the mirror??

Dabi: The fuck is that supposed to mean??

Loll, I love turning people into E-girls and shit, it highlights my day

Anyways, hope you enjoyed me spreading insanity around<33

UPDATE: I gave it to him today (the 23rd) because of a joke and he fucking loved it. He said he's gonna put it on his desktop open:>>. I also got him Jellybeans and he loved it.

It's my friend's birthday on the 24th, so I got him a birthday card because why not?

His favourite MHA Character is Shigaraki, and I added Jordon's on him because that's whatt he looks like in Fortnite

(originallly he put him in Chomper Stompers but I drew the Jordons instead)

I kinda fucked upp the right shoe but like- who cares, noone's gon know but me! .... and everyone who reads this message lmaooo

anyways, enjoy! I'll update and tell ya'll his reaction <33

YOOOOOOO Here's one of my MHA ocs, Yatsuhashi Shigaraki, In the full! Note, this was like the first characterization of Yatsuhashi so some details hav changed overtime, like his hair and stuff.

here's the full page, there was only like.. 5/6 images in total, I didn't do much for him lol

Look at that awrd winning smile :))

Fun fact, I'm pretty sure I 'based' his hair off of Izuku's original design, I can't remember.. I know OG Izuku has like black hair and Yatsu's is like- Bright ass orange, I'm pretty sure I took some elements off of him

He's also skinny af so he likes wearing thick layers:>

He spends all day typing on a alptop so he wears gloves so he doesn't explode his damn laptop, He also doesn't go on missions since he's usually the one who PLANS them out, not actually doing em. I think I called him the 'Planmaster' because- I actually have no ide what it's called.

Fun fact, when this guy was 14 he was able to shortcurcuit like half of the Powergrid in Yokohama just using his Laptop (bare with me with inaccurates, i am NOT smart.)

honestly, Yatsuhashi is like- A mini genius. in a AU (the AU where AFO doesn't find/Illegally adopts him) he's like 15 and can hack into the Hero Public Saftey Commission's building while on like 2 cans on monster.

oh yeah- He drinks like 3 cans of monster a day. he's clinically addicted.

His Quirk Is called rupture, Honestly it's pretty self explanitory- He can explode anything with a 5-fingered touch just like Shigaraki, the only difference between the two is that Yatsu wears gloves (because of his hackin). for fun, he likes to Rupture Shigaraki's gaming mouses.

Shigaraki has never forgotten it.

They've got a cool Brother bond going on, especially when they were kids. it's kind of cute ngl, even if Shigaraki calls Yatsuhashi a Rat Bastard (canonical Nickname) every 20 minutes.

Even Dabi's in on it lmaaao

god- Dabi's scrs look so weird in this image, I tried doing something with the metallic gel pen and just- no. no.

RIP TOMURA'S GAMING MOUSE.

AAA here's a picture of when they were younger! They met when Yatsuhashi was 5, and Tomura was 6, 3 months after taking Yatsu in, AFO gave him a pair of gloves since the boy was so traumatized of blowig stuff up, he wouldn't touch anything.

the two were so excited, Yatsuhashi was so happy to touch everything and to hug Tomura, and Tomura was just like "YOU WANNA PLAY ON MY DS???" and Yatsuhashi was like "YES."

Yatsuhashi then proceeded to suck as playing Mario Kart for like 2 hours because he didn't know how hard you had to hit the buttons.

it's fine,

they were still happy:>>>

AAAAANYwho I hope ya'll enjoy, I know this doesn't account for the ammount of Lore this kid has- but I mean, Who knows, I might make another post with this guy explaining him and y'know, everything??

honestly, Yatsuhashi's deisgn and personality has changed through the months, and he's a little different, as you can see from my last post with him-

BUT. he's still my Lil Rat Bastard child who loves hacking the government and chugging Monsters until 3am :>>

rip this guy's sleep schedule- like he stays up for a week, then passes out for 3 days, then goes right back to work. he's a clincal insomniac.

anyways, hope yah enjoyed!

I made a whole page of MHA doodles featuring the League, INCLUDING My C.Ai Oc Yatsuhashi (totally not cringey lmao)

BTW like trigger warning for blood and like- one scene with a death but it's nothing super duper graphic. just Toga being Toga and a scene from a dramatic bot i rped with (down there vv)

[Zoom up of some sections of the images]

Here's some of my personal favourites I drew:

(warning for Toga beng Toga aka Toga covered in B L 0 0 D)

Dabi: I'm not paid enough for this..

Toga, covered head to toe in blood: You're getting paid?

FULL PAGE of my Oc Yatsuhashi. lil description; he was raised with Tomura under AFO when he was 5 (because the man couldn't stop kidnapping children) and is basically the younger brother of Tomura.

he's like- the 'certified mega-hacker' of the group who's whole job is to like.... hack stuff, research heros, and uh.. be a nuisence to society.

His quirk is called 'RUPTURE' and he wears lil artist gloves so he doesn't accidentally blow something up. (Tomura's gaming mouses are an exception)

Yatsuhashi: ever heard of chapstick?

Tomura: ...

Yatsuhashi: amazing invention.

so Shigaraki's name in Kanji is (死 し 柄 がら 木 き 弔 とむら), which I found funny cause- like imagine he has to write that out every time.

I dunno, Just thought it was funny

also you got a lil Yatsuhashi & Kurogiri moment down there lmao-

I love DRawing Shigaraki in scenecore, I don't know why!! just- he's perfect! he's got the daddy issues, and the daddy issues. also drawing him in Scene is just so fun. honestly, Drawing scene is just fun in general

also, (sort of) Goth dabi is canonical You cannot tell me otherwise- LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THIS GOTHIC MAN.

also,

my personal favourite;

Dabi: Kentucky Fried Chicken?

Dabi: nah.

Dabi: Keigo Fried Chicken.

He's such a asshole I love it.

aaanyways that's all the drawings I got for today, like I said, more to come!! :DDD

hope yah enjoyed

My friend asked me to draw Shigaraki, so I drew Shigaraki:>>

This is my First post on Tumblr, pretty happy about that:D I have an obsession with MHA so uhh I can't stop drawing em.

welp- more to come!

I feel your pain shiggy, I got called zombie fingers 😔

im clinging onto my one piece of representation as hard as i can