#Tomura Shigaraki

[achrimosa]

game all day memory unlock.

[queenofcandynsoda]

I have always imagine Tomura as a great father~

Daddy Tomura AU

[asideofweird33]

[confessionsandcreampies]

he never thought he’d have a family. shigaraki fully believed he’d die alone in a pile of rubble. so when you told him you were pregnant, he stared at you for a full minute and then muttered, “are you sure it’s mine?” not because he doubted you, but because he didn’t feel real. “people like me don’t get this. they get killed. or abandoned.”

the baby made him terrified of his own hands again. he wouldn’t hold them at first. wouldn’t even touch them. he sat on the floor in the corner of the nursery, hands in his hoodie sleeves, whispering, “what if i slip up? what if i forget for one second?” you’re the one who helped him build new habits. one glove always on. baby-proofed finger gloves. he’s never taken care of anything this carefully in his life.

he puts headphones on the baby during video game sessions. because “the world’s not gonna take away their hearing just ‘cause i rage scream.” he plays softer games when they’re around, even if he sucks at them. “why the hell does this blue hedgehog have a moral compass? i miss mortal kombat.” but the baby giggles when he loses and it makes him melt.

they’re his comfort object. when the nightmares get too real—when ofa’s voice claws through his skull in the dark—he doesn’t scream anymore. he goes to the nursery, scoops up the sleepy, drooling bundle of warmth and just… breathes. “they’re real. they’re mine. i didn’t ruin this.”

he’s always watching. creepy quiet protector mode activated. at the park? he’s under a tree, hoodie up, watching every other kid and parent like a feral cryptid. at home? he has baby monitors, hallway cameras, backup plans. no one touches his kid. not even the ups guy.

if anyone talks shit about him in front of his kid? it’s over. someone whispers, “isn’t that the guy who tried killing heroes?” his baby’s on his hip, munching cereal puffs and shigaraki just stares at them. “you got a problem? say it louder. my kid’s got good ears. let’s educate ‘em properly.” (you have to drag him away. the baby finds it funny. you do not.)

he’s a baby blanket. once the kid can walk, they’re constantly climbing him like a jungle gym. sitting on his chest. tugging at his hair. falling asleep wrapped around his leg. he pretends to grumble, but he never moves. “guess i live here now.”

he panics over every single cough. “they just sneezed. what does that mean? is that normal? do they need an exorcist?” you try to explain the immune system to him. he googles it for 4 hours and ends up stress-buying a humidifier and three backup thermometers. “i’m not losing them to fucking mucus.”

the first time they say “dada,” he short circuits. he drops the controller. stares at the kid. then at you. “did they just—did you hear—fuck, say it again.” the baby says it twice more. he makes you film it ten times. watches it on loop at night when he can’t sleep.

he would end the world for them. no hesitation. no second thoughts. someone hurts his kid? gone. someone threatens your family? he doesn’t blink. but at home, he’s soft-spoken, eyes heavy with love. “i used to think all i could do was destroy. but… i made something good, didn’t i?”

it was hot that day. too hot for his usual hoodie, too hot for gloves, too hot to hide. you were folding laundry on the couch when your baby toddled across the living room and climbed into shigaraki’s lap, where he sat in an old tank top, scars and burns exposed under the sunlight streaming through the window.

he didn’t even think about it. didn’t notice, until tiny hands touched his chest. soft, chubby fingers brushing over the pale, warped skin that mapped across his collarbone. he automatically flinched at first. but his baby didn’t pull away. instead, they looked up at him with wide eyes. pouty lips trembling. and they asked, in that sweet, baby-slurred voice, “daddy hurt?”

shigaraki froze. he opened his mouth, but nothing came out. not snark. not a joke. not even breath. the baby blinked at him again, and this time their eyes watered. little lashes trembling, bottom lip wobbling like they were about to cry. “daddy hurt…?”

he grabbed them fast and pulled them to his chest and held them tight, scars and all. pressed his face to their tiny shoulder and shook. not sobbing, but shaking. breathing hard through his teeth like he didn’t know what to do with the ache in his chest.

“not anymore, kid,” he rasped. “not anymore.”

you walked in quietly, heart already breaking. the baby tucked into his chest like they understood tiny hand resting over one of the deepest burns on his ribs. patting it. comforting him. shigaraki held them like they were the first thing that ever touched him without fear.

[majoryeager104]

RIP Tomura Shigaraki you would’ve loved starting every sentence with “chat,”

[tojisno1g00ner]

ANON SAYS: I am so feral for Yandere! Shigiraki who loves you so much but doesn’t know how to show it so he kidnaps you and fuck you until both of you cum 🥺🥺

A/N: repost bc tumblr took this down 😔

CONTENT WARNING: non con, dark content, yandere, kidnapping, disgusting gross creep Shigaraki

Disgusting. Dirty, dirty, dirty—it made your stomach churned with the way he breathed against the back of your neck, razors–like teeth grazing against you before sinking them into your skin, sucking the sweat off of your nape.

You didn’t even know how you ended up here, cunt dripping with mixed cum and a cock bullying itself in and out of you nonstop. Weren’t you just sleeping on your bed after work? So why did you end up in this room that reeked of sweat and sex, ravished by a stranger who couldn't stop mumbling about how much he loves you.

His hand was sticky, palm salty and calloused over your mouth as he let one of his finger stick up into the air. You let out a sob as his tongue licked a long strip on your shoulder and you thought you heard him moan with the way your voice crack into a pathetic cry before your tears slipped down your trails stained cheeks.

“D-Don’t cry. Just be good—fuck—” the male groaned beneath his breath, arm over your waist tightening more than before; hold so tight you could imagine bile crawling up your throat anytime soon.

His pace was inconsistent, sloppy one second and harsh the next as he slipped in and out of you, fat tip brushing against your sensitive cervix each time he buries the whole of his length inside of your cum–filled cunt.

You could feel the next wave of pleasure slowly building up in your tummy, and you absolutely hated the way your pussy clenched down onto him, sucking him deeper into your warmth; as if your cunt was welcoming him inside of you while your mind screamed to stop.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, baby. C-Cummin’ again—” you shook your head to his words, fingers attempting to pry his hands off of you before you feel your own muscles tensing up, thighs shaking as the both of your cum came gushing out of your pulsing pussy.

You let out a pitched cry once again, not even sure whether it was for beg him to let you go or it was out of pleasure with the way he fucked you. Perhaps it was both; and you’re confused with whether you should be feeling this way. What should you do? And most importantly, what do you want?

“Good girl, I-I love you so much,” he panted, still deep inside of you as his hands groped all over your body, feeling your skin soft and smooth under his rough hands. You cringed as he trailed his fingers down between your thighs, rubbing over your sore core before you feel his cock hardening again. “Let me play with you a little more, okay?”

You didn’t know what to do or how should you feel, but all you want is to submit into him and let him fuck another orgasm into you.

[spare-tomu-pics]

[splishfish]

⋆˚꩜｡ Tomura's love for his Chubby girl ⋆˚꩜｡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tomura didn’t understand why you were so self-conscious about your body. He genuinely didn’t see anything wrong with you, and in all honestly, he didn’t even really see your body. He just saw you. 

The person he fell in love with.

So when he finds you, standing in front of the mirror adorned only in your bra and baggy pants, brows furrowed and eyes gazing down sadly at your tummy, he knew something was wrong. The frown on your pretty lips was jutted out, your hands groping and lifting the pudgy fat on your stomach before letting it fall, the skin rippling from the motion. He scratched the skin of his neck as he approached you, his raspy voice echoing into the room.

“What’re you doing?”

You jump at the sound of his voice, arms instinctively wrapping around yourself to hide the fat of your body away from his gaze. Heat rises to your cheeks as you turn to face him, eyes desperately darting around the room to try and find your clothes.

“Tomura! Wh-What are you doing here?” “It’s my room.”

You flinch at his blunt words, face blushing an even deeper red as you look down at the floor, looking like a kicked puppy.

Tomura grunts, walking over with his feet dragging against the floor. When he comes up behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. His eyes closed as he sniffs at your skin, kissing the flesh as he grumbles out the question again.

“What’re you doin’?” You sigh, instinctively relaxing in his hold as you mumble petulantly. “I dunno…guess I'm kinda just upset over my weight…”

He lets his eyes flutter open at your words, the reflection of his ruby eyes meeting yours as he grunted with mild confusion.

“Hah?”

You groaned, slipping out of his hold to grab your shirt off the floor and put it back on again. You were too embarrassed to even try to explain yourself to him. It was stupid anyways.

“Nothing. It was nothing.” He stood with a blank expression, blinking at you for a few moments before frowning softly and walking towards you once again. He didn’t say anything this time, and just watched as you redressed yourself. He followed you around for a moment, as if trying to pressure you into speaking with his gaze alone.

If you weren’t so used to his blatant staring problem, you might’ve. Instead, you ignore his staring and plop yourself down onto his bed with a dramatic sigh, arms outstretched in a silent gesture for cuddles in an attempt to distract him from the situation.

Luckily, Tomura fucking loves cuddling you. He quickly crawled into bed next to you, draping himself over your body and hugging your plush body close to his. He buried his face into your neck, staying silent as you sighed in relief.

His gaze never left your face, his mind whirring with thousands of thoughts. He didn’t get why you were upset. Was it because of your body? Why? Did you think you looked bad? He didn’t really care even if you did, he loves you too much to care.

It wasn’t until his hand slowly trailed down to your chubby tummy that he got his answer. Your body jumped, your breath hitching as you sucked up your stomach instinctively, attempting to make yourself feel thinner. He growled, the noise coming from deep within his chest as he clawed at your belly.

“Stop that.”

You turned your head slightly, your face displaying slight annoyance, as well as what he thought might've been insecurity.

“Tomura, don’t touch my stomach!” “Why? Why can’t I touch it?” His palm splays over your belly, a single finger lifted up as he groped and squeezed the flesh. He licked your cheek, grunting out.

“Mine.” You groaned again, cheeks turning red as you tried to push him off.

“Oh c’mon! Don’t be gross, let go!” He didn’t respond this time, simply holding you tighter against him as he slipped his hand under your shirt, his cold hand making contact with your warm tummy. Your stomach flinched, the cold making your skin crawl with goosebumps, but that didn't stop him.

He kept his hands on your belly, rambling into your ear as he grumbled.

“Why’re you upset? Is it ‘cause of this? Your stomach? Cause it’s all chubby ‘n fat?” He squeezed again, nipping your ear when you started to squirm.

“Don’t be mad. It's cute. Makes you pretty ‘n warm. All mine to squish ‘n hold…” You let out a small whine, face red as you give into his weird…pampering? You can’t tell. You doubt he knew what he was doing either.

“S��not just this…” He mumbled out, kissing your soft jaw as his hand went up and gently patted the soft fat of your chin.

“This too…s’all cute…makes you mine. Makes you, you.”

He sighed into your skin, eyes closing as he finally stopped, hands resting on your waist as he grumbled out. “...love you.”

“...I love you too…”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A/N: A request from anon <3 also i hope the taglist works im not 100% sure ToT

M.list ~ BlogRules

Taglist: @girlshigaraki @cluelydoolyy @amentallyillchild @Marzzhal @Skeletonblush @thatoneawkwardfeeling @k3nytr @priv-rose @mcharris747 @uekarashi @redr0sewrites

[commander-revan]

The Symbol of Fear and the most dangerous villains in Japan everyone.

I love this so much. Even Dabi and Tomura had fun.

Can I pay the Ultra Impact writers to make a spinoff anime that's just the League of Villains hanging out like this?

[unlovablelover]

my tomuras

i love my little hater

[umyflame]

I've been feeling early seasons Shiggy lately hehe! ✏️

✨ I’m open to simple, casual requests!

[achrimosa]

building sand castles with the lov.

[gradelstuff]

League trio - Retro Chic series (2025)

[deadhands69]

idk if you’re taking the touch prompts but if you are, #1 with a character of your choosing!

hi Grace, thanks for requesting this prompt!! yes, always taking requests from the prompts I share! I typically default to Tomura Shigaraki but went fem!Shigaraki this time. I can also see that it came out oddly specific so if it's not your thing, let me know and I can absolutely write something else!

from Touch Prompts: knuckles brushing across a cheek

Yuri fem!Shigaraki x reader

for some reason I really felt like writing a cutesy college AU this morning, it's based very loosely on the song Under My Skin by Rachael Yamagata short read//reader-realizing-they-are-gay fluff

She's just the girl across the hall.

You're friends.

At least, you think you are. She formed a pretty close friend group at the beginning of the year when you all moved in that you've never explicitly been a part of, but you've been around them enough. They invite you to play Mario Kart on occasion or stop by with cookies when Magne makes too many. At no point have you felt unwelcome around them, they're all nice. It's comfortable. You even watch her Twitch streams sometimes and say hi in the hallway. That has to count for something like friendship.

So why do you have a weird feeling in your chest as Tomura takes the seat next to you in your intro to stats class? She's your friend, there's no need to feel nervous around her.

The professor begins the lesson, diving into the syllabus but you struggle to pay attention. All you notice is the way her fingers grip the pen as she scratches notes straight onto the page. How her sparkly black fingernail polish is chipped around the edges. She never struck you as someone who would wear a lot of glitter, but it's cute. Subtle.

Part way through class, she stretches with a yawn. It pulls her huge black hoodie over the curves of her body in ways you never thought to imagine. Leaving you wanting for something you can't quite place. As her arms fall back to the desk, the sweet smell of her hits you. It's the same smell as her room, nothing you haven't experienced before. So why does it all feel so different now?

And why are your palms sweating at the thought of asking her to study for the exams with you?

She's your friend, there's nothing weird about it. And she's a girl. That's safe, right?

Class ends and you have no idea what you just missed. You turn to Tomura, hoping she paid more attention than you did. She seemed to be taking notes at least, which is more than you managed.

She moves her books to her bag, pausing for something. Tomura then looks down at her nose, trying to swat a hair out of the way.

"Here," you lean in, heart pounding in your chest, "let me help."

You carefully catch the offending hair, pulling it gently behind her ear. Your hand slides into the warmth of her hooded sweatshirt, knuckles grazing over her cheek as you move. Her skin flushes under your touch and based on the burning of your own face, you would imagine yours are doing the same.

When you look back at her, you find that she's not staring at her nose anymore — she's looking directly at you. Her deep red eyes hold yours, sucking you in. They're the kind of beautiful that make you feel like you're lost in another universe and you never want to leave. As she peers into your soul, you realize your hand has been lingering over her jaw. Reluctantly, you pull away and will yourself back to the world around you. But you want to stay. You want to do that again and again for as long as she'll let you.

Suddenly, you get it.

shigaraki masterlist

oops, this barely hit over 500 wc so I forgot to add the taglist at first. sorry!!

taglist: @kitkat13001 @kennys-partner @amira-44820 @its-evee16 @thesecond2demonking

@shigarakislaughter @flamesofdestruction @minniessskii @vaval3ntin @ykyouluvme 

@dummi666 @lotus-flower420 @nonominchan @softnfuzzy @mysticalhills 

@reireitaka @crwavee @baby-pink-flowers @drlucichen @frieren-imposter

 @lou-the-naga-queen @multifandomidk @love-for-yoosung-kim @venom-barf @shiiigaraki

@thetinas21 @spam-1 

[bunstackd]

did you guys see this absolute gem from a lol match