Reblog If You Talk To Your Fictional Lover When You’re Alone

omg thanks really it mean a LOT. I guess its training my first drawing of shigaraki was in 2021 and was looking like this:

0v0 i think i really improve it in two years but i still hope to get better

Tomura drawing : tongue out baby~

I don't know if this is disgusting but sex with periods with an embarrassed girlfriend? (I see tomura being disgusting)

do i think Shigaraki is a perv and a neet? yes.

would i still let him smash? also yes.

Shigaraki With Girlfriend On Her Period

trigger warnings: period blood, period sex

other: female reader

word count: 800~

when you and Shigaraki first start having an...intimate relationship, he can't get enough of it. he's a touch starved guy, and if he thought that holding your hand or kissing (!!) you felt so fantastically great, imagine what sexual intimacy would do to him.

he wants to fuck like rabbits all the time, so any platonic or innocent contact with him ends up with you both naked and panting. i mean, what else would you expect from him? he's a young man in his twenties, who just discovered sexual pleasure, so he's going to be all over you 24/7.

you want to cuddle with your boyfriend and watch that new anime that just released? fifteen minutes in it, and you're already shaking his bed vigorously, not even pausing the show. soft kisses turn into makeout sessions, then groping over the clothes, and before you know it his head is between your legs and then it's his constantly hard dick stuffing you.

at this point in the relationship he is quite selfish, so when you stop him from going down on you, he'll be taken aback a little. do you really expect him to know what a period is? of course he has internet and Shigaraki is not dumb, but he never felt the need to know about female anatomy, what for? he heard the phrase "are you on your period?" before in a different context that lead him to think it's when the girl is moody or sad, or whatever.

he doesn't know shit about women, apart from their sexualized image from hentai or games, he thinks they're pretty much the same as guys.

so, he'll say something rude like "how's that a problem for us to fuck?" or something of the sort, only to have you stare at him like he's crazy. "what do you mean? you'll get all bloody and dirty, that's unhygienic and gross! do you not know what a period is?" by the deadpan expression on his face, you can tell that he really doesn't, so you explain it to him reluctantly.

Tomura can't help but think "is that all it is?" you have blood leaking out of your pussy, sure, that's weird as fuck, but he doesn't find it dirty of repulsive. it's not like you're unclean, you shower at least trice a day, and now he knows why, but he doesn't mind a little blood on him. after all, he already tasted you several times and you swallow his cum so generously afred sucking him off (even if he didn't take a bath), so it's only fair he does the same, right?

it's amusing to him how you cover your flushed face with your hands, telling him that it's disgusting and he'll be grossed out as he slides your panties off. the smell of blood hits his nose before he even sees it, but it's not the usual metallic smell that comes from an enemy, it's not unpleasant even. it's just different, and he doesn't hate it. he's too horny to care.

the sight of red sticky fluid smeared all over your pretty pussy makes him want to lick it off instantly, and he does just that, making you squeal in shame. you beg him to stop, saying that it's embarassing and sick, but he's so into it he's beyond listening to your pleas. he slides his tongue between your pussy lips, massaging your entrance with the tip and is astonished when more blood comes out right into his mouth, as you grunt and cry out in pleasure.

it seems like his ministrations bring you some kind of release, so he makes sure to plunge his tongue as deep into your hole as he is able to, wriggling it in and out in circular motion, lapping on your fluids mixed with blood while at it. he doesn't even notice how he starts moaning and grunting along with you, lips vibrating against your sex. Tomura realizes that he's enjoying this just as much as you are, maybe even more so.

you almost scream with relief when he sticks his dick into you, making your cramps even more bearable, hitting your womb just right, unhinging all the pent up preassure in your gut. the sight of your pussy stretching out for him, more bloody discharge coating his cock makes him feel like his splitting you in half with it. you wail and orgasm like you never did before and it's a massive ego boost for him.

he cums all over your ass and thighs, smudging blood and cum on your skin, mixing it together. he'll help you shower afterwards and maybe massage your body a little more under the hot water. just let him love you and take extra care of your puffy pussy for this week, ok baby? he can promise you'll be satisfied.

in the aftermath of the pizzaplex's fire and your acquisition of a new roommate, you had yet to grow accustomed to a little... quirk of theirs that you hadn't expected to arise: their need to be in the same room as you all the time.

which wouldn't be a problem in itself if it wasn't literally every. single. room. in your apartment.

"sun!" you snapped as you heard the telltale sound of your bathroom door creaking open over the pattering stream of your shower. you were pretty sure you'd locked it. "come on, again?! what did i say about privacy?"

you could see his silhouette emerge through your curtain, tall and slender. a huff escaped your lips as you peeked around its edge to see him standing in the fluorescent lighting of your bathroom. his hands were clasped together in front of his chest and his eyes immediately latched onto your face with a little twitch.

there was a small pause as you frowned at him. then he spoke with a mild inflection to his voice. "you were taking too long."

"sun," you said, exasperation thickly lining your words, "i was in here for barely five minutes."

his rays spun slightly to the left, eyes creasing as he squinted at you. "that's five minutes too long!"

you had to resist the urge to drag a hand down your face. sun only watched you, something ephemeral passing over his faceplate that you couldn't quite catch. you sighed and ducked back behind the curtain. "fine! stay there while i finish, please."

you knew from past experience that he wouldn't leave no matter how much you threatened him, so—utterly resigned as you were—you let him hang around as you sped through the rest of your shower. his shadow swayed side to side idly, gaze no doubtfully still latched onto the little gap where your curtain stretched desperately to reach the wall. you kept an eye on it just in case.

with a squeak of the faucet, you turned off the shower and squeezed out some of the water from your hair. then you reached out to grab your towel hanging from a hook just beyond the curtain, pulling it quickly towards you so you could pat yourself dry and wrap it around your body.

and with reluctance lining your fingers, you dragged the curtain to the side and blinked up at sun standing closer than before—hands twisting themselves together.

he grinned down at you, head bowed forwards. a white pupil stared down at you against a backdrop of indecipherable grey. "done?"

"yes," you huffed and reached out a damp hand to push against his chassis. he moved to the side with your ministrations as you stepped out of the bath and made to grab the clothes you'd set on the sink's counter. before you could, though, sun reached out a large hand and swept the bundle into his grasp.

you gave him the stink eye, but he only spun his rays eagerly at you. "allow me, friend!"

"fine, fine." you rolled your eyes and exited the bathroom, not bothering with the lights since sun would flick them off as he followed. you beelined straight for your room, your lithe sun-shaped shadow sticking closely behind you.

"just dump those in the hamper." you waved towards said hamper as you walked over to your dresser to start pulling out your pajamas.

"can do!" sun saluted and made his way over to it to toss your clothes inside. the bells attached to his wrists gave a little jingle as he did so.

you picked out a large shirt and tossed a glance at sun over your shoulder, where he stood in the middle of your room and watched you with those blank eyes of his. "remember what i told you, bud? give me literally two minutes to change."

sun swayed on his feet a little, a sort of unwillingness sticking to his wired frame. "but—"

"sun," you said in a way that left no room for argument. you pinned him with a serious look and pointed to the ajar door. "out."

like something straight out of a kid's cartoon, sun slumped forward, arms hanging loosely in front of him like a puppet cut from its strings. you had to suppress an eye roll at his theatrics. "heartbreak be my downfall in the end! oh woe is me!" you followed after him with a snort as he sighed loudly and turned slowly around to trudge out your room. "does love not sway your actions against me—"

"yeah, yeah," you interrupted him once he'd passed over the threshold of your bedroom and turned around to give you as much of a puppy-eyed look as he could for a seven foot robot. "two minutes, man."

before he could distract you again with some dramatic tirade, you shut the door in his face and locked it. for certain, this time. you eyed the knob, then trudged deeper into your room to go through your nightly routine. a glance at your door showed a shadow lingering just outside of it and you huffed quietly.

hair was dried, lotion was applied to your skin. you tugged your undergarments and pants over your legs before grabbing onto your shirt. and just as you were about to tug it on, you heard a faint click.

your gaze immediately snapped over to your bedroom door, and you had just enough time to throw your shirt on before a familiar face poked through the gap. rays spun impishly at you as you placed your hands on your hips and glared at the perpetrator. "dude, seriously?"

"two minutes were up!" sun replied defensively and stepped further into your bedroom. his grin was stretched wide over his face, gaze firmly cemented onto your own.

you pinched at the bridge of your nose. "sun. you really need to give me more privacy. i have boundaries and you need to respect them, okay? both of you." lord knew moon wasn't any better.

sun cocked his head at you, the quiet of your room disrupted only by a quiet whirr that came from his chassis. and there it was again—that look that glossed over his face too quickly for you to decipher properly. you shifted uncomfortably, damp hair sticking to the back of your neck.

"privacy," he mused quietly to himself. then, after the drop of a beat "we do not understand it."

"we have had this conversation before, i'm sure." you sighed with all the exhaustion of someone who had too much to deal with too soon.

"yes," he agreed easily, approaching your form closer until he stood mere feet away. a chill settled around you, accentuated by the way sun watched you attentively. "we still do not understand."

you opened your mouth to go through your usual spiel, but before you could, sun bent forward so that his face was level with your own. your jaw clicked shut as you were forced to stare into pinprick pupils threatening to drag you under.

"we do not understand," sun whispered, and the change was so stark that your heart stuttered in your chest. "we have given you all that we are and more," he mulled in a clipped manner, inscrutable. "bared ourselves to you. bent backwards at your every call and whim." his gaze pierced through you in an unyielding strike.

you pursed your lips together, something cold settling itself in your chest. "i didn't—"

but he cut across you before you could finish, his eyes widening in an intense stare that you had a difficult time uncovering where this was all coming from. his smile grew taut like a string about to snap.

"it is only fair you return the favor, friend."

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Come Down to the Black Sea

Summary: The sea seems to call to you, but it’s not the tumultuous clash of the waves you should fear. Something lurks deep beneath the black waters, something sinister with a piqued interest and ill intent. 

Rating: Teen, unless I chose to post the later chapters. Then things get all dirty and stuff.

Warnings: Siren!Shigaraki. So, there’s that. Foul language, as always. Slight struggle.

Hello, please take my garbage. This was originally a discord exclusive ficlet that ended up too fucking long. I meant to post it a while back but got distracted. I’ve read over it and I hate it a lot more than I did originally, more than I can really convey, but I feel bad for not posting anything story related for a while and maybe some folks will enjoy this. I promise I edited, I swear. Never thought I’d write something like this. Ever. and by ‘like this’, I mean no filth less than 500 words in. Either way, here it is. 

“What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.”

The sea is as much a constant to you as the gentle breeze that blankets your little port town. Every action you take daily in some small way reminds you that not so far away, the unforgiving tides are lapping hungrily at the shore and the restless ocean waters stir miles from the coast. Every breath you take is somewhat tinged with the briny smell of sea salt and slight sulfur. Seafood stalls and restaurants dot the coastal region, making up a large portion of the diets and employ of the folks who make their homes here. 

Yet, for as big of a part of their lives as it is, there is so little known about it. 

The ocean’s mysteries are as vast as her expanse and as deep as the trenches that lurk within her depths. 

Children are raised on cautionary tales, made acutely aware of the ever-present dangers of life near the open water. Rip currents and drowning, sailors lost at sea and boats that never make it to harbor. Hostile creatures that make their nests within the darkened deep  beyond the pale of human experience. These things are often as mysterious as they are tragic and leave behind loved ones mourning not only the loss of lives, but the answers they’ll never have.

Sometimes, you can’t help but wonder if your kind has gotten just a bit too comfortable near the seaside. 

You’re not the only one that thinks so. 

Afficher davantage

We get the reveal that AFO gave Tenko the Decay Quirk; Shigaraki is completely gobsmacked by it; "I thought I was evil because I was born with this evil quirk that killed my family... but it turns out it's not my quirk, so it's not my fault, I'm not supposed to be a destructive force... so I guess I have no reason to do any of this!"; then he stops fighting. (Conversely, he keeps fighting because inertia, but his heart is no longer in it; Deku tells him "Hey. You can stop now." and then Shigaraki stops.) All bad things in the world comes from supernaturally evil fetus. the end. 

I've been doing so many shitposts and doodle comics, I don't remember the last time I painted something for real lmao

anyway Leshy be upon you

guys i dont think its a bit anymore

doodles i did in art stream a few days ago for later fic stuff

also: dream lamb/narinder

Worship the hand worship-

Chapter 132 | The Plan

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