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Regret

Shigaraki x Reader

Summary: Shigaraki tells you he regrets ever dating you during a fight.

A/N: @justheretoaskandread requested this one as well. I literally have you to thank for these! They've been a blast to knock out!

I'm slowly realizing in them as well that I'm not writing them as the reader taking the fight to heart too hard, but I think it works. I didn't want them to be too angsty, but rather lovers quarrels. Hope you guys are enjoying them like that!

Warnings: Gender neutral reader, angst to fluff, language, established relationship, reader gets a job as a bartender temporarily, mentions of patron of the bar getting handsy, I think that's it! Let me know if I missed any!

The room was silent. You could practically hear the roaches steps on the floor.

"You can't be serious?" you finally spoke.

Shigaraki didn't even bother looking up from his game, "I'm not."

You huffed, "You're not prepared to go out into another battle. You're unprepared."

"You don't know what you're talking about," he scoffed.

"I do," you tried to reason. "You're letting your emotions get the better of you."

Shigaraki jumped from his seat on the couch and faced you, "Who the hell do you think you are? You know nothing. Now, shut the fuck up and get out of here."

"So you're going to kick me out?" you asked crossing your arms.

"God, you are insufferable," he said pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "I wish I never would have shown any interest in you. I just want you to leave."

You wished that you would have been shocked, but you weren't. You knew it was bound to happen sometime.

With a knowing look you gathered the few things you needed and left. You didn't know where you were going, but you sure weren't going to stay somewhere you weren't wanted.

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You leaned over the counter of the vigilante bar to hand another villain his drink. He stopped you from turning back around to go about your job by grabbing your wrist.

"Excuse me-" you started, but you were cut short.

"I'm sorry," he interrupted while letting your wrist go. "I just couldn't help myself. I just had to come and find a way to talk to you."

You blushed, "That's very flattering."

"You got a minute?" he asked.

You looked around. Tonight wasn't too busy of a night. There were only two tables that another had already taken care of and only two others sitting at the bar.

"Let me make my rounds so you can have my undivided attention?" you asked making sure he wasn't going anywhere.

"I'll wait here all night if I have to," he swooned.

After making your rounds you found yourself leaned over the bar talking with this nice man. You both laughed over your old petty crimes and talked about how you both got into the villain world. However, the man decided to get a little too handsy.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" a familiar voice asked picking the mans hand up off of you.

He scoffed pulling his own hand back, "I'm just showing my appreciation for my favorite bartender of the night. What's it to you?"

You turned to face a fairly tall figure wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up. He pulled it down to reveal Shigaraki.

"I learned you're not supposed to touch things that don't belong to you," Shigaraki scoffed pulling you into him.

"Oh, so now I'm yours?" you huffed out barely audible.

Shigaraki waved the man away and turned to you, "Where have you been?"

"You told me to leave didn't you?" you snarked.

"I did, but you know I didn't mean it," he rolled his eyes. "Come on. Let's get you out of this sleazy place."

"I like it here," you retorted.

Shigaraki sighed, "Look, I'm sorry. I miss you, alright? I miss spending time with you. I miss holding you. I miss all of you. I didn't mean it. Please come back?"

Surprisingly he sounded genuine... for once.

"And..." you prompted further.

Shigaraki rolled his eyes, "And Toga and Twice are driving me insane, and I need you to handle them."

"That's what I thought," you giggled. "Let's go."

Hi!! I've really been toying with this idea in my mind for the past few days, and since your MHA stuff is sooooo amazing, I was wondering if you'd want to do it💖Tomura secretly dating reader who's either a hero or civilian, whatever suits it better. I mean, it makes sense at least in my head, since he seems like the type who wouldn't want everyone to know he's dating someone "good," because he obviously has too many enemies. So they like, meet in secret and stuff, but the fire is definitely there. Could be fluff or NSFW, it's totally up to you💖

You can totally ignore this request if you don't want to write it, but I'll be really grateful if you do💕

Hello love and thank you so much I'm really happy you enjoy my writing.

I'm sorry it took me a bit longer than I hoped, but here it is and I hope you like it!

Title : A stolen night

Characters : Tomura Shigaraki (Shimura Tenko)/ fem reader

Genre : NSFW/ +18/ fluff/ a hint of angst

Please do not read if you're a minor!!

Masterlist

How did it all start anyway? You often thought about your first meeting with him, when you were hanging around all by yourself at the near by park, away from everyone else and their chattering.

And he was doing the same.

You recognized him immediately, but that wasn't even the strangest part. It was when you saw him feeding the ducks and smiling like it was the most typical thing for a wanted criminal to do.

Never in a million years would you have thought that you'd end up dating him soon after.. Him, a villain.. and not just any regular villain no, but the symbol of fear Tomura Shigaraki himself.

You, the perfect civilian who pays her taxes, bills and rent on time and who has a respectful job like any other respectful citizen.

Never in a million years would you have thought that while everyone else is happy to see the heroes taking a step forward against the villains, you would be on the edge of your seat wondering if he was alright.

And never in a million years would you have thought that you would be the one to coax him into letting his guard down and allow himself to be more intimate with you.

He was afraid of hurting you, so for the longest time, he was careful whenever you two were close.

His quirk gave him no chance really, having lived most of his life touch deprived left him socially awkward and totally clueless when it comes to any kind of human interaction.

Everything changed though when he became able to control his quirk.

_ "Tenko it's okay, it's safe now. We can finally be together like we've always wanted."

Your first time with him was slow and awkward. He had absolutely no idea what to do or how to do it, and you felt self conscious guiding him each step of the way. It was cute though, the way he followed your instructions without asking any questions.

You two still laugh remembering that day.

Other than his trusty friends in the league, he never told anyone about you. He knows all too well that he's not someone you should be flaunting your relationship with him in front of everyone else. He worries about you. He has enemies everywhere, villains and heroes alike, which is why finding a perfect time and a perfect place to meet has always been challenging.

It was dark outside, you took one last glance at the empty street behind you before knocking gently on his door.

_ "I missed you, I missed you so much." You wasted no time and jumped in his arms as soon as he opened the door, almost toppling over each other.

He caught you in time right before you two ended up on the floor.

_ "I missed you too gorgeous you kept me waiting, I thought you weren't gonna come." He uttered between hungry kisses lifting you up and slamming your back against the wall.

His hand moved under your skirt, and his eyes widened as he smirked against your lips when he found no signs of your panties: "Oh! So you came prepared huh?"

You didn't bother answering, you just wanted to be as close to him as possible because who knows when your next meeting is gonna be?

He kept one of his arms under your ass while the other moved to his pants working on freeing his raging cock.

You sighed feeling his teeth nibbling on the skin right under your jawbone. He knows it drives you nuts when he does that.

_ "Tenko.. hurry." You wanted him inside you already. And as if on cue, his dick bounced up slapping your throbbing wet pussy, and you both moaned at the sudden feeling.

He instantly aligned himself with your anticipating cunt before looking up at your seductive face and finally slamming himself into your heat.

You threw your head back knocking it against the wall, but it didn't matter, he was finally filling you up for the first time in weeks.

He was as impatient as you were, and he started moving immediately without any warning. You screamed in both surprise and bliss and allowed him to ram you as he pleased.

His stamina is a lot better now than it used to be during your first few times together, when he would cum instantly in his pants just from the feeling of your palm against his clothed erection.

But it's different now, he can drive you repeatedly to your own orgasm before he allows himself to release on your naked body.

You tightened around him as the thought crossed your mind and he groaned against your neck at the feeling of your fluttering pussy.

_ "Tenko.. I'm close!" And he could tell by the way you squeezed him impossibly tight.

He rolled his hips skillfully over and over again into the spot that makes you see the stars, and you pulled his tousled hair and struggled to keep your screams at a minimum when you climaxed for the first time that night.. Oh yeah, he was not done with you yet.

You let your head rest on his shoulder as he pushed further into your pussy. Your whimpers were like music to his ears.

He groaned and pulled out of you, right before his semen came flying on the wall behind you.

_ "That was really good y/n, are you ready for more?" You didn't have the energy to say anything, so you smiled and nodded against his neck.

You were spent, both of you were, but you needed more of each other because it was never enough.

You are in love, and no matter how messed up it might seem to the rest of the world, you didn't care. You have each other, and that's the only thing you need.

_ "Let's take this to the bedroom then shall we?" He murmured kissing your temple and walked to his room with you still in his arms.

You would never leave his side, even if the whole world was against him. That's your blessing, and your curse.

tomura likes to just watch you. in a creepy but also not so creepy way.

and it doesn't have to be anything special, he's perfectly okay just watching you write something down for your classes or you scrolling on your phone or something and he'd be perfectly fine just looking at you from your bed. although he usually prefers hogging your work chair because it accommodates the nasty slouch i just know he has.

one leg crossed and even his head resting on his fist as he almost admires you. he doesn't look particularly pleased, but trust me he is. there's just something so intriguing about you just being you to him. and he won't say anything either, never expect him to. not even if you stare at him excepting a response he'll just look right back. unblinking. at most after an intense little staring session he'll croak out a "..what ?" and if you ask him what he's looking at he'll just shrug, tell you to "just keeping doing whatever you we're doing just now." and keep staring like a creepazoid.

tomura follows you around everywhere. it’s a bit suffocating but it’s endearing cus it’s him y’know ?

he’s clingy, a bit overprotective and to top it all off he’s a loser with no friends, so he has like—no choice but to be by you all of the time constantly everywhere. his logic, not yours.

but it’s a bit much at times. you’re used to it by now but from an outsiders point of view it could look a little freaky because there is practically no space between you at all. he’s always sorta roaming behind you just looking around while you do your thing, he looks spaced out most of time except when you ask him something and his eyes immediately zip over to answer you.

he’s almost completely pressed to your back, his hands are always fiddling with something on you, your hair, the back of your shirt, your pant pockets. anything and everything in his reach will be pulled and prodded to keep himself busy. he’ll tug at your shirt a little harder to signal he’s bored and will tell you so, whining n telling you to “hurry up.”

“i want to leave, this place stinks.” he mumbles, lips close to your ears, his hair tickles and you shrug your shoulders at the ticklish feeling. you turn to look at his slightly furrowed brows, irritation very present in his features. you boop his nose “be patient, i’m almost done.” you tease. you hear him grumble behind you, going back to tugging at your clothes and wrinkling them “patient, patient. i’ve been plenty damn patient. said you were almost done ten minutes ago..”

if you want to go the kitchen he’s stalking over to where you are, if you leave the room for a few seconds you can’t turn your back for a millisecond before he materializes behind you, it scares you every time and he laughs about making you jump every time. he’s annoyingly sneaky.

this man has absolutely no shame to me, he will absolutely just stay by the door while you pee. like he could be telling you about how one of his teammates fucked up one of his games while you walk around doing your own thing. but then when you get to the bathroom you tell him to wait a sec and when you reach for the door he stops you, looking just as confused as you. “i’m not done.” he says, raising a brow. and no matter how incredulously you stare he is hellbent on finishing his damn story even while you’re sitting on the loo. even has the nerve to go “you done ?” when he finishes lol

loosely based on @moodyvoid s lil post about shigaraki that i want to tattoo onto my skin

also also also tomura almost always eats food that you’ve eaten. like you have to eat it first then he’ll eat it. like you have to try it for him except its your own food he will not touch his plate unless you order him too😭😭

he goes “lemme have a bite” the moment your spoon makes contact with your lips, and when you do he nods, grunts. then asks for some more. and when you say no he’ll scoff, does he really have to do everything around here ?

so he grabs his own spoon and starts scooping up your food. “tomu—eat your own !” you scold, popping is hand and he immediately flies back like you’d punched him “what the hell was that for ?!” he grumbles. “eat your own. it’s the exact same as mine” you insist, huffing.

you’re obviously a little stupid cus of course it’s not the same. you ate yours, that’s the difference, and he wants yours. so he’ll get yours. so when you’re looking away he’ll sneakily steal bites of your food. but then he gets annoyed about sneaking around and just starts taking from your plate again, you can only sigh in frustration as he keeps munching away.

"..did you just sniff me ?"

"no."

immediate, crisp. a little snappy, maybe a little too fast. the word leaves tomura's mouth in an instant.

"..you sure ?" your voice shakes, lips twitching to desperate hide your smile. tomura's eyes twitch and narrow, he notices. "yeah." he grits out. his voice remains forcibly even.

"tomu--"

"i wouldn't sniff you. that's fucking weird." he readjusts on the couch, grunting as he does so. you can tell he's desperately trying to make himself more comfortable, he refuses to look your way.

"well, if you just so happened to--"

"i didn't."

"hypothetically. if you did, i smell different because i changed my perfume. it smelled good and i wanted to try something different." you explain, continuing to scroll on your phone in an attempt to calm your boyfriend's nerves. snuggling into him again. no matter how many times you do it it still makes him stiffen the slightest bit, affection is something he can never quite get used to. he loosens up soon after. slowly leaning his shoulders to yours just slightly so he can feel the pressure, so you can feel his weight on you.

it takes him a minute before he grunts out a barely audible "smells good."

cute lil reader, all pink and smiles, has scary dog privileges ( read: dog that probably has many diseases so no one wants to be near it ) because tomura, with all his darkness and ominous staring, is always right behind them like a shadow ... ppl wonder if they're being stalked, if they need help, until reader talks about how they finally got tomura to play a game other than fucking league of legends. and it's stardew valley, they together. reader does the farming and gifting while tomura does the mining and material collecting to pretend he's a big strong man to provide for them- they forage together. and as soon as reader even vaguely MENTIONS marrying one of the npcs, tomura goes "but WE'RE getting married in the game once i can get the stupid pendant think, so." as if he's actually threatened by pixels on a screen. he needs to be put down ( in my bed, so i can cuddle him )

i. am. in. love. with. this. badly. i need him.

i lub this s'much, weirdo loser tomura with a cutie reader ugh,, enough. league player and overwatch 2 hater tomura an' lil stardew valley walking sim loving animal crossing playing reader,,UGH.

and he loooves to scoff about the idea of playing those type of game at first. complaining about how boring they are until you get him to play. not like you need to convince him for long before he cracks lol he's a weakling. but it takes him a while to admit he actually enjoys those type of games. throwing a mini hc in here, i think he'd really enjoy what remains of edith finch :3

and you are so right about the marriage thing but he is for sure threatened by the pixels on the screen LMFAOOOO of course, he himself knows that's stupid because they're not real. and it's a bunch of one's and zeros inside a screen. that you're squealing about marrying...yeah okay no, he doesn't like that at all. you think just cus it's a video game you'll get away with betraying him, with cheating on him ?! hell no. so you best believe he'll get his hands on that damn pendant and make you his wife and shove that right up sebastian's ass.

also shigaraki for sure has those scary dog privileges except he actually looks less like a scary dog and more like a dog that would bite you and give you rabies for glancing in his direction. he's more of an enderman. scary enderman privileges.

no quirk au :3, paper cuts, fluff and tetanus !

"what is that ?"

you hum, blinking at your boyfriend's eyes fixed onto your hand. more specifically your fingers.

"what is what ?"

tomura grumbles, squeezing your hand more as he presses his index against your ring finger, flipping it for you to see. you can't see anything, but you know what he's talking about.

"that. what happened here ?" he urges, looking at you impatiently, his lip pulls up into a scowl.

you snort "i got a paper cut at work." you shrug. the simpleness of your answer seems to offend him even more. he scoffs, squinting at your finger, the barely visible cut in particular, with so much distain. he doesn't even glare like this at his screen when he rages at one of his games. it makes you laugh until you feel his finger rub at the skin. you jerk your hand back but his grip is firm.

"ow ! tomu, don't touch it !" you whine, tomura ignores your complaint, he grunts to himself. the amount of annoyance this tiny little thing has on him is almost endearing. "why didn't you tell me about this ?"

you snort loudly despite the killer eyes he sends you, he truly is unconsciously hilarious and it pains you that he doesn't know it" i didn't think you'd notice it, i already forgot about it."

he scoffs out loud at your words, rolling his eyes. "of course you did." because of course you did, and how could he not notice ? do you not know how obvious this was, you who's entire body he'd committed to memory ? to him this looked like you were walking around with a hole in your hand. he decides not to respond or say what he's thinking about out loud. even if he wanted to he's sure it'd come out weird, or not come out at all.

he drops your hand, huffing to himself "get a bandaid on that, you could get tetanus."

you burst out laughing.

deep breath in, deep breath out.

your eyelashes flutter, your eyes move around under your eyelids.

your chest expands, then drops again.

and repeat.

tomura wonders when the last time he’s been this close to somehow before was.

he also wonders how long you’ll let him do this.

tomura shigaraki has, what you call, the nasty habit of being a night owl. it usually wouldn’t be that much of an issue if all he did wasn’t just playing some pc game until ungodly hours of the morning. tomura was awake when you went to sleep and was awake when you woke up too.

he’s unfortunately so very stubborn, so he always insists that he’s not tired at all and that he could at the very least just get a nap in later.

but he was also very picky and sensitive, he didn’t like napping on the couch because he couldn’t find the right way to position his neck, or the light of the outside world would prevent sleep from consuming him, and he moves around a lot so he can never get comfortable and then he gets moody and bitchy and annoying and everyone is just trying to piss him off today. you’ve seen him almost lose his mind because on one of those days he’d gotten his shirt stuck on the door handle. and you don’t want to see that again.

the reason he’d be up so late was because of his insane competitiveness, it only took one nasty comment picked up through his headphones to send him spiraling, just having to prove to the world and the people behind his computer screen he was better than them.

you’d been able to find a sort of compromise lately. because sometimes he woke you up raging and you did not want the both of you to end up moody and bitchy in the morning. so you somehow convinced him to get into less violent games, sandboxes and such. right now it seemed he was really into puzzle games.

and it started working out well for you. it was a good plan, tomura could give you that. the soundtracks in the games he played usually managed to calm him some, and actually start to make his eyes droop and the urge to sleep started to seep in.

but sleep never came.

he managed to finish some games at an okay-ish hour. some he’d just leave for tomorrow if he got bored, and he go try to lay down with you and close his eyes. but he just couldn’t sleep.

thought it shouldn’t be all that surprising, now that he thinks back on it. he’d probably completely fucked up what was even remotely left of a sleep schedule. completely fucked it over in the ass and chucked it off a cliff.

now he’s irritated, tired and so bored.

until he realized something.

you drool in your sleep.

it’s something he wouldn’t have realized if he were at his pc, nor if he’d fallen asleep earlier. he thinks about that for a minute, then focuses back on you. he reaches forward and wipes at the small trail with a single finger, careful not to wake you.

you’d probably call him gross for it, but he doesn’t care. you should thank him for saving you the embarrassment of waking up with a pool of drool on your pillow.

and so, tomura developed another nasty little habit.

whenever he was unable to sleep, which was 98% of the time, he’d just watch you do it. as cheesy as it sounded he always gets this weird feeling whenever he does, like he’d slept too. it felt like he was sleeping with you in a weird, weird way.

and he could admit you were interesting to watch. you weren’t doing anything interesting , but he thinks a sick, twisted part of him enjoyed seeing you so vulnerable, so unaware of the eyes on you, so clueless once you wake up and you have no idea that you make noises and chew while you sleep.

another part of him wonders what is is you dream about. it watches and analyze how your breaths pick up and relax again, how you shuffle or snuggle more into your blanket and pillows.

it wonders if you ever dream about him, but that he’ll never admit, because that was pathetic.

another part of him thinks you just look cute while you sleep. the way he can catch your eyebrow twitch occasionally if he pays extra close attention, and one time he even heard what sounded like a mumble of his name on your lips. and it felt rewarding. would you do it again if he kept doing this ?

he wonders what you’ll do if you woke up to see him doing this. would you be scared ? embarrassed ? angry ? disgusted ? would you hate him ? you’d have to see how much of a creep he was then, wouldn’t you ?

or maybe you’d laugh, maybe you’d jokingly call him a freak for watching you sleep, maybe you’d somehow make him feel embarrassed about it in that weird way you do.

he likes not to think about that much though. not because it was completely unrealistic, but because it wasn’t completely off the table either, and that just made him feel sick. guilty.

for now, he’ll just keep watching you. if you complain about him being moody then you’ll just have to deal with this. you’ll snuggle into him when you find him in bed with you, conveniently already awake because he was such an early riser. you’d kiss his cheek first thing in the morning and smile lazily at him “how’d you sleep ?” you’ll ask.

“good.” he’ll reply.