'𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅'

Something is off-

Its my PANTIES

Tomura: “I feel like it’s been too long since we’ve had a meeting about what is and isn’t appropriate during missions.”

Dabi: “Did we ever?”

Tomura: “No. Anyway, asking Kurogiri to warp you to Wendy’s mid-fight is not appropriate. I won’t name any names.”

Twice and Toga standing there with Wendy’s fries and nuggets.

Dabi: “But it’s okay when you do it?”

Tomura, also standing there with Wendy’s fries and nuggets: “I waited until after the fight. Speaking of which, Dabi, it’s also not appropriate to stop mid-fight and take photos of me being attacked.”

Dabi: “I wasn’t taking photos.”

Dabi, pulling out his phone: “It’s a video.”

Video showing Tomura being flung around.

Tomura: “… I hate you.”

Toga: “Send me that.”

Twice: “Me too.”

Tomura: “No. Delete it.”

Dabi: “Sure, but a 10-hour loop of it was already uploaded online.”

Tomura: “God dammit.”

Dabi: “It was me.”

Tomura: “I KNOW IT WAS YOU.”

#BOOMSHAKALAKAAAA

•Shigaraki Headcannons•

Some SFW❤️ and NSFW❤️‍🔥 headcannons for Skigaraki Tomura, this is my first time writing for this character so I hope it’s not OOC haha (though I’ve been writing for emotionally unavailable and touched starved men for years)

Warning: 18+ do NOT interact if you are a minor (this goes for all my explicit works) there will be a warning before the NSFW content starts if that’s not your cup of tea <3

Reader: this is written with a *female reader* in mind.

A/N: I know this isn’t usually who I write for, but honestly I think you all saw this coming at one point or another! I needed a way to get out of my writing funk and Shigaraki seems like the perfect candidate.

SFW❤️

Shigaraki isn’t exactly what you’d call the perfect partner.

He can be loud and demanding, he has no idea how to interact with other people, and there’s been a giant learning curve for the both of you.

If he happens to get too angry at you, or snaps at you in a way he finds himself regretting (he regrets it every single time don’t be fooled) he will immediately shower you in gifts.

While touch is his love language, he isn’t quite sure how to cuddle your problems with him away, apologizing isn’t, and never will be, something he thrives at.

So instead he looks into your search history, looking at all the things you’ve thought about buying, and just goes crazy.

Your love story isn’t as cut and dry as most. Honestly, when you met he had every intention of killing you where you stood, but he didn’t— instead choosing to keep you captive, and somehow you managed to force your way into his heart.

You do actually have your own room, though now it’s mostly used as a storage closet for all the apology gifts. If you’re really mad at him you sleep in there— and that’s when he knows he’s fucked up big time.

Though as the months go by and you learn each other limits (as he learns your limits) the bed in your room gets colder and colder.

As harsh as he can be verbally, he’s never once gotten physical. The whole reason you have an entire room to yourself is because he was too afraid to let you sleep with him. The first month of the two of you being official, you hadn’t even touched.

Eventually you had enough and put in an anonymous request with some hero costume designers, getting some specially made gloves so his pinkie would be covered without the threat of the fabric disintegrating.

He told you he’d never be caught dead wearing them.

He lied.

When he got to hold your hand for the first time, his entire nervous system shut down. He never wanted to let go.

He doesn’t wear them around the others, he’s not a fan of PDA, and if he ever feels like someone’s coming onto you he just kills them.

Out of sight out of mind.

He’s a really gentile lover, In the time you spend alone with him you’re always glued to his chest or being littered with kisses.

His favorite thing to do is to bite the tip of your nose or the shell of your ear and watch you try to pull away while you complain and pout

Even with how much love he has for you he’s still a sadist at heart.

He often has nightmares about you dying. He’s never had the chance to love someone like he loves you, and the fear of you being taken away from him is too much to bear.

So occasionally you’ll be put on house arrest so he knows you’re okay no matter what he’s doing or where he is.

If he’s out in missions while you’re at home, he always keeps his eyes open for things you might enjoy.

It started off with sea glass, some of the shards he’d find reminded him of the shine in your eyes

Other times it would be flowers

One time you complained to him about not having a pet, so he got you a moss ball

He didn’t want a stupid fish stinking up his room and he definitely didn’t want anything that could make noise

He soon learned the moss ball was a horrible idea though, because now every time he left you, he had to find some sort of material for you to make it a new hat. (You never asked him too)

The two of you don’t share the typical “I love yous” in relationships. He isn’t good at expressing any emotion that isn’t negative, and you don’t want to be over bearing when you know it’s hard for him ti say it back

Sometimes if he’s feeling really good, he’ll write the words out with the tip of his finger in the back of your hand.

And he’ll never admit it out loud, but he does it every night on your back once you fall asleep as a reminder to himself that you’re still here.

—

NSFW❤️‍🔥

Sex was complicated

Tomura was a virgin, he’d never cared enough to try before you came along, and even if he had he knew he’d just destroy whoever he tried with.

It was actually a pretty rare occurrence, your sex life was healthy, but it took awhile for him to feel safe touching you everywhere you wanted to be touched, you still felt fragile in his hands, even with the aid of the gloves you’d given him.

Though there was nothing he was against trying. No position was too bold, no act was too dangerous.

Once he found what he liked— he went all in.

His absolute favorite thing to do was pleasuring you.

He loved your harsh breaths, your whimpering.

He loved the fact that he could overpower you and gain complete control without even trying.

He would always start at your throat, nipping along the sides making sure you knew who was in charge and what he was going to do to you

He always made sure to leave a messy trail wherever he went, his tongue constantly darting out and tasting your sweet soft skin

Your breasts were his favorite, no matter how big or small, he loved leaving marks there, in a place only he ever got to see, a strong reminder that you belonged to him and him alone.

The malleable flesh always fit perfectly in his hands, he was sure they were made just for him

By the time he got down to your panties, your cunt would be pulsating and screaming to be touched

The way he would proceed would depend on how his day went

If he was pissed that day, he took time making you unwind, keeping your panties on, moving them ever so slightly to the side and blowing tiny puffs of air right where you wanted him most

He wanted you to squirm, to beg for release, dipping his tongue on every part of you but the part you craved, driving you insane with anticipation and want

He never went down on you properly when he was pissed, he never had too— he would tease and tease until the simple act of touching your inflamed clit drove you to finish

He always made sure you finished first, after all, you were his priority.

If he had a good day, he would eat you out until you saw stars

Ripping your panties down your thighs as if they were the plague, spreading you open and eating you as if you were the first meal he’d eaten in weeks

He craved the taste of you

He was almost positive the simple act of you comming in his mouth made him stronger.

If he could get over his anxiety’s of hurting you, he’d hold you down day and night, lapping you up until you couldn’t handle it anymore and begged him to stop

It was like a drug, a drug he loved to participate in.

When it came to intercourse, missionary was his favorite.

Seeing your face contort with pleasure as he fucked you senseless

The way your tits moved with his thrusts, it would be enough to drive any man mad.

He always made sure you were taken care of, weather he was rough, soft, or both, you always got the princess treatment

He would always return with a damp wash cloth, running it’s rough surface over your body, wiping away any trace of your activity

You were his prized possession, he needed to be sure you were polished to perfection— he simply didn’t trust you with that job. So he took it on himself.

characters cleaning blood off their partner's face is just PEAK romance actually. bonus points if it's someone else's blood

Shigaraki, in almost all dabihawks fics:

words from starpeace

Enemy Exclusivity

shigaraki x gn reader

tags: crack fic, silly

synopsis: Shigaraki comes into your room in the middle of the night to suggest that you become exclusive. The only problem: you aren't in a relationship; you're just the hero that's been tailing him for months

wc: 1k

warnings: stalking behavior?

a/n: i wrote this in a fugue state at 2 am. this is quite possibly the dumbest thing ive ever written. very lego batman coded

“Hey, wake up,” a voice hissed at you from the end of your bed, hand coming around your calf to roughly shake you awake. “We have to talk.”

You groaned and buried your face further in your pillow, annoyed at the interruption of your already minuscule hours of sleep. 

“I already fed you, dumb cat,” you moaned, before snapping your eyes open with the realization that one: cats don't talk. And two: you lived alone. 

You lunged for your nightstand, quickly flipping the switch for your lap. “Fuck,” you and the other voice hissed in unison, squeezing your eyes shut. After a few seconds of your eyes adjusting to the harsh light that flooded the previously pitch-dark room, you squinted to see the figure of Tomura Shigaraki standing cross-armed at the end of your bed.

“Finally, you're awake.” he seemed pleased at the notion.

Suddenly you were lunging for something else, one of the several weapons you left on your nightstand as a result of, what your therapist called, intense paranoia and anxiety. Unfortunately for you, someone, (probably the person standing at the end of your bed), stole from you, leaving you defenseless other than your quirk.

“Listen,” he sighed, before sitting on the edge of your mattress, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and unfolding it to read the scrawled, warbly hiragana. “I don’t think you’re giving our relationship the time it deserves. I feel like your focus has been elsewhere, on other villains.” You blinked, trying to clear the dryness of your eyes. You still weren’t convinced this wasn’t a bad dream. 

“How the fuck did you get in my apartment?”

“Kurogiri warped me in here,” Shigaraki scoffed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Anyways,” he huffed, clearly wanting to return to the subject at hand. Clearing his throat, he returned to his note. “I think we should return to a time where it was just us. I’d like to return to our game of cat and mouse-”

“Hold on,” you interrupted. While it was true that you were the hero tasked with occasionally following Shigaraki and the rest of the League’s whereabouts, you were never exclusive, and you certainly weren’t playing any games. “Am I the cat or the mouse?” He glared at you, clearly offended. “I’m obviously the cat, and you aren’t focusing on what I’m saying.” 

You couldn’t believe it. Had he seriously broken into your apartment to beg you for what, exclusivity in your relationship? You didn’t know what else to call it. You were sitting two feet away from someone who could easily kill you- quietly too. You couldn’t tell if the silent threat against your life or just the sheer care behind his words drove you to agree with him. It was almost touching; He wrote you a whole speech, made the effort of breaking into your apartment, all for the purpose of trying to be exclusive with you. Blinking rapidly, you snapped yourself out of the thought. Sure, this might have been cute in one of those dating games he happened to be playing when you were tied up in his room a few months ago, but this was real life.

You huffed. “Sorry.” “Whatever, anyways.” he sniffed. “I think we should return to our game of cat and mouse, you should drop all other villains you are fighting, and you should allow me to be your only enemy once again.” Crumpling his paper again in his fist, he returned it to his pocket, expectantly awaiting your response. 

You pressed the pause button on the tape of your memory. Those ropes you were tied up with were a tad too loose to be an accident. “Wait, two months ago when you had me tied up-” Tomura blinked. “I already deleted those games if that’s what you’re going to ask.”

“No, it’s just,” you sighed. “For all this time, have you been letting me go?”

His face reddened at your question, picking at the dry skin of his neck. “Well yeah. How else were we going to be enemies?” 

You clenched your blanket in your fist, trying to ground yourself. Think of the big picture. “I thought you hated heroes. Wanted to destroy hero society and all that.”

“Yeah,” he shrugged. “But our relationship makes me stronger, I need practice before I destroy All Might.” Now that logic you could at least pretend to entertain. Understand even. “Besides, when we finally go to war, I know you'll follow me.”

Nevermind, that leap in logic halted the gears in your head. You were a hero. You had morals. “How do you know that?” 

“I've seen the way you look at me,” he stated. Maybe your morals weren’t apparent enough. You rubbed your face, it was too early for this. Perhaps if you agreed, he’d finally leave and let you sleep.

“Okay, sure.” You yawned, curling in on your side. 

He grinned excitedly. “So you'll do it? It'll just be us again?” 

Groaning, you turned back over on your stomach, burying your face back in its rightful spot in your pillow. “Yeah, just us.” Taking him up on his offer could be a good thing, since Shigaraki’s threats were quickly rising on the commission’s list of priorities. You could figure out the whole “following you to war,” thing later.

“Awesome,” Shigaraki quickly rose to his feet, before whipping out his phone to send a quick text. Within seconds, a purple, swirling portal appeared at the edge of your bedroom. “I have to go, but I’ll see you tomorrow?” sighing, you opened one eye to look at him. “Yeah, see ya.” 

Shigaraki smiled at you as he prepared to step through the portal. Suddenly he turned back and marched to your side, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. Without another word, he stepped through the rapidly disappearing portal, leaving you alone in your room with your thoughts. 

Outloud and to no one in particular, you whispered your only thought. “What the fuck was that.” Your face felt hot enough to fry an egg. “And why did I like it when he kissed me?”