Yes I Know He Is Out There To Kill But I CAN LITERALLY SEE THE EXCITED LITTLE TOUYA IN HERE DONT TALK

😭 they care about each other so much

#BOOMSHAKALAKAAAA

It’s honestly so upsetting to see that the majority of people just don’t understand that Tomura doesn’t actually get enjoyment from killing people.

Tomura has literally felt so sick to his stomach that he has thrown up when he has killed people before.

The difference between all of the times Tomura has felt physically ill from killing people and all of the times that Tomura has gotten “enjoyment” from it (Tomura doesn’t feel enjoyment, he feels relief.) is that each time the person he killed had hurt him first.

Killing the people that hurt him is just genuinely the only thing that Tomura can think of to get them to finally stop so that they won’t hurt him anymore.

Tenko had originally reached out to his father for help, only for him to be struck by him with a gardening tool… and only then Tenko killed (with purpose) his father to stop him from hurting him again:

Tomura only wanted to kill the two drunk men after they had hurt him for literally just walking down the street:

Tomura wanting to kill the heroes that had hurt him (with the intention of killing him):

Tomura still doesn’t get enjoyment from killing people who hurt him, but he does experience relief from it…

((Edit: I would just like to clarify that the relief that Tomura feels from killing people that hurt him comes from knowing that they can’t hurt him anymore (relief that he is safe, even if temporarily) It does not come from him getting rid of the “itch” that he experiences (it always comes back, even after killing), like AFO groomed him into believing. I saw someone add that in the tags, and I realized that I never fully explained my thoughts on it. LOL.))

Not to mention, Tomura was literally GROOMED by All For One (which is something that people just like to ignore for some reason…) to even have this desire to kill people in the first place.

And even then Tomura doesn’t have the desire to kill people in the way that AFO wants!

His want for destruction stems from his inherent empathy for others, and his inability to understand how people are able to ignore the suffering of others. Not what All For One has groomed him into believing. (That Tomura’s want for destruction is an impulse that’s something inherent to him.)

Tomura has continued to have empathy for others despite AFO’s grooming, and has showed genuine kindness to the league on many occasions…

All of this is such an important aspect of Tomura’s character and being able to actually understand him, and it’s so disheartening constantly seeing people completely overlook this part of him.

to the ppl who portray tomura as the silly little loser he is

if evil, why hot?

Crying forever

SHIGARAKI HEADCANNONS

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Just random dirty things I think Shigaraki would do with his S/O. I literally just typed this on and off during the day.

Has snuck into your house and rubbed his cock on your pillow, as well as humped it, he has no shame when he’s obsessed. He gets off knowing that every night you are putting your beautiful face where his cock was. Uses your toothbrush, yeah, eww.

Stolen your bra and panties, clean and dirty, use them to masturbate. If you think he won’t actually taste them you’re sadly mistaken. This man licks the crotch of your panties and sniffs them before wrapping them around his dick and stroking it. Will jerk off to videos he has of you from a hidden camera he put in your bedroom. Pausing and rewinding when you were naked.

This man is horny all the time. Hearing your voice, the way you say his name, gets him horny. Seeing you, your beautiful face, your sexy curvy body, he gets hard, thinking about you next to him, underneath him, he gets hard, touching your soft warm skin, definitely gets him hard. Will want to fuck all the time. Has literally dry humped you, it’s like he has no control when he wants to fuck. He went from never being touched or touching to having you, poor baby, but you will have to make up for lost time.

Loves every part of your body. Especially your breasts, thighs and booty. Breasts, he is always looking down your shirt. He will slide his dick between them, titty fucking you and cumming all over them. Loves to rub and squeeze your fleshy thighs, he doesn’t care who is around. During sex he will bite them leaving dark hickeys and bite marks. Gets off on bending you over and spanking you. Loves taking you from behind while grabbing your ass. Just accept that your butt will be red and sore. Have fun sitting. He’ll find joy in smacking your ass the following day, or just grabbing a handful to hear you whimper, and embarrassing you in front of others.

Will always be touching you, or kissing you. You have to be near him at all times. His hands are always on some part of you, or wrapped around your waist. He prefers you sit in his lap. Will bury his face in your neck inhaling you, leaving his marks.

Doesn’t let you clean up after sex will push his cum back inside you. Also will make your wear cum soaked panties all day. Loves the thought of your thighs stained with his cum. Knowing his essence is dripping down those luscious thighs of yours always brings a devious smile to his face

Hella protective. Doesn’t let you out of his sight. Better hope no one tries to talk to you cause they will be decayed in a heartbeat. If you get a call or text he checks them. Has to have the code to your phone so he can look through it. No way will he let someone take you from him.

He loves the way you say his name. It just sounds so erotica coming from your lips. He demands you call him Master Shigaraki. Just hearing that term from you can make him cum. You belong to him and he constantly reminds you of that.

During sex the sounds he makes range from deep moans and grunts to high pitched whines. These of course come between all the nicknames he has for you, some of which are very degrading. He will mutter in your ear. Cum slut, little pet, toy, filthy whore, cum dump, princess, kitten, cock whore, cock sleeve. He most likely has his hand around your throat while saying them.

He may degrade you during sex but when around others he’s not as bad. Will still call you cute little names like kitten or pet but not the degrading ones. Make no mistake though he will make damn sure everyone knows you are his. You neck, chest, and thighs are ALWAYS marked up with big dark hickeys and deep bites.

This man is very protective of you. The only time he will let you go on a mission is if he is there next to you. Is extremely jealous, don’t talk to other guys unless you want him to dust them. Dominant, he is always in charge, in the bedroom you better obey him or you will be punished.

Punishments, he loves to punish you. If he wants to he will find something to punish you for. He loves spanking you and fucking you so hard you are raw, numb and can’t walk. Voice hoarse from screaming. Will choke you till you nearly black out. Edging you till you mumble incoherently.

Will totally have you wear a collar all the time. He actually has several for you. All with different names. One says Shigaraki’s Pet, another simply says Kitten, the last reads Tomura’s Toy. He has the leash with him at all times.

If he specifically tells you to wear a dress you know what it means. He will slide you on his lap, straddling him so he can slip his cock inside you, warning you to stay still. Reminding you that you’re his personal fleshlight, his tight little cock warmer.

No one is allowed to touch you or talk to you without his permission, that includes you. Don’t even think about touching yourself. Your pussy is his personal property. He owns you.

Cum. This man can get nasty. He fully expects you to swallow every drop. The only exception is when he wants to let loose in your face, at which point he will do one of two things. One, smear it all over your face or two, use his fingers to wipe it off then shove them in your mouth. Best hope it doesn’t drop on the floor cause he will make you lick it up. Whether he comes in you or on you depends on his mood. Sometimes he wants to cover you in his seed. Other times he fully enjoys watching it leak out of you. And this man has a lot of juice.

As rough and dominant as he is he still likes cuddles. After sex he just wants reassureants that you love and want him. Will snuggle up to you, arms wrapped tight around your waist while he buries his face in your chest or neck. He wants you to play with his hair and run your hands over his back. Tell him you love him.

If he even thinks you’re interested in someone else he’ll panic. He won’t lose you, he can’t. Why do you think he doesn’t let you out of his sight. He will lock you in his room and take care of whoever this person is. You’re his forever.

This poor baby wants love, attention, and affection. Three things he never thought he’d have until he met you. He may be a rough mean dom in the bedroom but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t cherish you, he absolutely adores you. He loves you with his whole heart and soul. You are his obsession. His reason for living.

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Obedience Training

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Shigaraki x Female Reader

SMUT NSFW 18 +

OK my first story. Any feedback would be appreciated. Also big thanks to @shigatomu and @krystalwithakay for advice and help with grammar and punctuation.

Shigaraki sat on the old torn couch, legs propped up on the long wooden table in front of him, staring off into space while his mind wondered. Not to killing All-Might or becoming the next leader, no, his thoughts were on you. Always you.

Ever since you had joined the league he couldn’t get you out of his head. You had taken up permanent occupancy there and it was driving him mad. Your image was rooted in his mind. Thoughts of you constantly playing on repeat.

You had become a want, a need, an obsession. Something he had to possess, to own. You would be his. He was sure he would snap any minute if he didn’t have you. The longing was too much. The constant hunger to have you, the desire to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. His hands running down your body, over your curves, up your thighs, finally ending between your legs where your tight entrance waited. He was desperate to have your body pressed to his and hear your moans as he plunged into your dripping heat.

What would you sound like as he slammed into you, he wondered. Would you cry, moan, tremble? He would make you scream his name, mewl in pleasure, and whimper in pain.  He wouldn’t be a gentle lover.

He would leave his marks and bruises all over you. A show of his ownership. You wouldn’t be able to walk for a week when he was done. He wanted you to wither under him, to be his, only his.

A toy for him to play with that he would break. A pet to tame and obey his every command, fill his every need. You would know your place, which was on your knees before him or beneath him legs spread wide. His personal fuckdoll. God, what your mouth would feel like as he rammed his cock down your throat.

He just needed to get you alone. The day seemed to start out perfectly. The rest of the League was away dealing with something he couldn’t be bothered to remember and it was just you and him.

It was perfect. There was no one to interrupt him. No one to distract or interfere.

“Huh, of course you wouldn’t be willing,” he thought to himself, “why would she want me?”

His hands reached up to his face, touching his scars around his eyes, up his forehead, and reminding himself of something he’d prefer to forget. In his mind, he was a scarred up freak with cracked, dry lips and facial scars that no woman would want. Why would you want him?

You were gorgeous, witty, smart. You could have any guy. Not that it matters, not anymore. His need was consuming him. You would be his. He would never let you go.

The number of times he had crept into your room at night, looming over you as you slept dreaming peacefully. You looked like an angel and he was a demon waiting to ruin you. His large calloused hand reached down, pulling the covers off you to gaze at your body. Fuck, just the thought alone made him instantly hard.

The swell of your breast under your skimpy cotton top, the hard buds of your nipples showing through. The way your hips fanned out from your small waist your plump ass just begging to be spanked, grabbed.

Fuck- he needed you on all fours, He could just see it, you with your ass in the air and your head down begging for him to stop, or maybe you’d be into it and want him to go faster. Maybe you would enjoy the pain of being taken deeply from behind. He will not hold back with you.

But unfortunately for him, that day threw a curve ball at him to ruin everything. One of your friends needed you and instead of hanging out at the hideout like every other fucking day, you left. The thought brought a scowl to his face, frustration growing in his chest. A growl rising in his throat.

So now he was alone, alone with a growing hard-on and a failed plan. He hated not getting his way. His fist clenched at the thought of what he could have been doing right now, anger coursing through his veins.

He should be teaching you how to please him. How to be a good girl for your master. “Fuck,“ he growled out as he let his hand travel to his pants palming his growing erection through the fabric. Images of you played in his mind.

He wanted to hear his name pour out of your cute mouth in that sweet voice of yours. To taste the wetness of your tight cunt, his large hands holding you in place as he set a fast rough pace, slamming into you as you cried from the pain and pleasure of it all.

Dipping one hand beneath the waistband to grip his thick shaft. Pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He closed his eyes and became consumed by his fantasy, imagining your delicate hand instead of his own. Thinking about how tight your velvet channel will feel. Those luscious lips wrapped around his twitching cock.

He was so close. He could feel it. The tension tightening in his balls. Just a few more strokes and he would have been done, getting a temporary relife when all of a sudden a loud bang startled him bringing him out of his fantasy. His head snapping towards the cause of the noise, anger clear on his face, hand flexing ready to decay whoever disturbed him.

What he saw only made him smile that maniacal ear-to-ear grin.

There you were in all your beauty - his wet dream walking.

“Stupid fucking idiot,” you grumbled as you threw your keys down on the dusty counter. Apparently your friend had pissed you off so much you came back to the hideout early. You looked up, noticing your boss.

“Oh! Hey, Shigaraki! I didn’t think you’d be here,” You chirped as he discreetly removed his busy hand from his pants, grinning widely at you.

“Hello, little kitten,” he rasped.

You were taken back by both the nickname and grin. That grin sent shivers down your spine. How was such a crazy grin sexy? And oh, that voice of his made your knees feel like jelly. You shook your head, clearing out such thoughts. Your fight or flight instincts were whispering for you to retreat. And what was with him calling you kitten?

“Day not going as planned, princess?” he croaked out, getting to his feet as he turned to face you; His arousal more than noticeable. Your eyes widen at the large bulge in his pants realizing just what you walked in on.

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Let me know what you guys think. I really enjoyed writing and look forward to part 2 if anybody want it. I’m new to fanfiction so be gentle. Thanks again for reading.

Symbol of fear by day, gamer by night. 💦