#shigaraki tenko

[sophsiaaa]

Do we think shigaraki is more of a bath guy or a shower guy? Asking for purely scientific purposes of course.

[anime-as-textposts]

[flumet]

I added colors to another panel because I felt inspired

I also made one with Aizawa

[dolboebanimeshnik]

[mushroommanstan]

Edging creepy Tenko until he’s a whining drooling mess with a swollen leaky cock Ɛ>

“A-aaah please-se-se”

Tenko didn’t know how much more of this he could take. It’s true, he’s always loved being touched by you, your velvety hands never failing to make him feel like he’s in heaven. But like Lucifer falling from said heaven, the pleasure had quickly turned into hell for him. Fuck, he’s sorry, he’s sorry!

“Mmhmphhh, I’m-I’m sorry! I’m sorry-hyyy”

You giggled, watching his desperately hard cock throbbed painfully, the whole shaft painted red due to you denying his orgasm again and again. You can practically see his balls throbbing as they beg to be emptied.

But you didn’t listen. Instead you waited until he was ever so close before pulling your hand away, letting his cock slap back against his stomach as he wailed out. You waited for him to cool down before wrapping your hand around his cock and jerking him, repeating the cycle.

“Oh? And what are you sorry for baby? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Despite this, he continued blabbering apologies, the lack of relief seemingly having short circuited his brain and only letting him say those words.

“I’m sorry! I-Iaaah, I’m s-sorry!”

You smirked.

“Baby I’m not doing this as a punishment. Not to my good, sweet boy~” his dick twitched at that making him moan in painful pleasure.

He then surprised you, switching it up and adding a new phrase to his currently limited vocabulary.

“T-then wh-aaah please, then w-why-then-then-why-“ he can feel tears gathering in his eyes, from what he doesn’t know. Frustration, yearning, insecurity, all of those feelings melting down and forming melancholy.

He refused to let those tears fall. He’s a man, he’s a manly man. And manly men don’t cry.

You grabbed him forcefully by his chin, making sure he was looking at your erotically devious face. “Because I want to see you cry for me.”

Maybe some men cry.

He wailed out, a mess of ‘please’s and ‘sorry’s tumbling out as he yet again reached his high, scared you would deny him. He felt his warm tears coat his cheeks as he broke down, begging you to let him finish in the most desperate, lewd moaning.

Satisfied, this time your hand didn’t stop, and you could practically see the relief on his face when the first rope of cum shot out of his dick. He threw his head back, legs quaking and back arched as he opened his mouth in a silent scream. Ropes and ropes of pent up cum burst out of him, coating him, you, and the sheets in his jizz.

You smiled, continuing to pump him until he was completely finished, his cock immediately turning back to the pink, soft state you knew and loved.

Wiping your brow (with your other hand), you finally look back up at him after admiring his fountain.

“Feel better baby?”

He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t do anything really, hanging limply in his leather restraints. You snapped your finger in his face but got no response, pulling his head up only to find his eyes rolled back into his head, passed out.

You quickly checked his breathing, before patting his shoulder affectionately after making sure he was ok.

You then sighed, leaving him to get a towel to clean him up with.

Damn it, he passed out again.

[kleftiko]

❦ DANCE, DANCE

cw: mature, fem!reader, unprotected sex, cowgirl position, creampie, inexperienced!loser!shigaraki, degradation, hair pulling

it’s missing loser shigaraki hours✌️😔

“i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me”

shigaraki lay slumped on his back. the stupid artist gloves on his hands were bugging him. he wore them every night but for some reason he kept picking at the wrist, slivers of red, irritated skin sent jolts of pain every time he scratched at it. he felt like a failure—pathetic. today had been a complete disaster and he didn’t want to face all for one like this.

the door to his room creaked open, interrupting his self deprecation. his bored eyes followed the movement to meet your head poking through the entrance. hair pushed back to show your face to him; he nearly huffed.

“what do you want.”

your eyes held an emotion that made him absolutely furious. pity. you were there to witness his defeat upon returning to base all busted and bruised; you had watched him nearly throw a tantrum at his failure of a mission, sulking and hitting things like a petulant child. the reminder made him bite the inside of his cheek harshly.

“if you say any pitiful shit, i’ll kill you.” he warned, a slight growl to his tone, and you frowned. wordlessly, you opened the door the rest of the way, revealing your bare body in nothing but your panties.

“no sympathy?” you asked and watched his adam’s apple bob harshly. his eyes bore into your body, gaze so intense you could practically hear the pounding of his heart from across the room reverberating against your uncovered skin.

god, he was so pathetic.

and you fed off it, but he didn’t care. he liked to think he let you saunter into the room towards him, when in reality you had him paralyzed with lust.

in a moment you were mounted on top of his lap; his favourite position. his hands could greedily grab at the fleshy parts of your ass, his face could smush itself between your boobs, and your hot pussy would grind on his—painfully hard—clothed cock. all he could do in the moment was desperately and sloppily suck at your tits, biting occasionally so you’d hiss at him and pull his hair as punishment. it was at that time that he didn’t care about the artist gloves anymore, if they let him grab handfuls of your ass and use you to get himself off then he didn’t care.

“you’re such a pervert, aren’t you.” your nails carded through his hair, scratching against his dry scalp, and he whined involuntarily. “throwing a little tantrum when you get home just so i would pity fuck you, huh?”

he never let anyone talk to him like that. one disrespectful word and he would have their ashes crumbling between his fingers within a second, but with you? you spit harsh, pathetic, and degrading words to his face and all he could do was spill precum from his aching, throbbing cock. you were the only one who knew he was this pathetic, never having felt the touch of a woman before you. but still, he had to try and fight back for the sake of his crumbling pride.

“watch it.” he growled, voice lifting at the end as you pulled the band of his boxers down to free his dick. “you want me to turn you to dust?”

You looked directly into his eyes.

“do it.” you challenged, moving your underwear to the side and sheathing his stiff cock inside you.

his head hit the wall harshly behind him as you bounced, losing all the bravado he tried to front in favour of releasing deplorably pitiable sounds and grabbing at you desperately.

“as if anyone would give you their pussy anyway.” you bit, mouth curling up at how quickly he crumbled. “you wanna kill the only person in the world who would fuck you? be my guest and go back to your fist.”

he whined at your words, bucking his hips up and disrupting your rhythm. you harshly tugged his hair back, jolting his neck in a whiplash-like fashion—silently telling him to behave.

it’s a miracle he listened, but you could feel the restraint he put into not sloppily fucking you, his body practically shaking. you knew if you let him, he’d unskilfully thrust into you without rhythm. he didn’t know how to fuck, but with you in charge you could utilized his thick cock and get yourself off like a toy. his fingers dug into your hips painfully, eyes screwed shut in both pleasure and an attempt to hide his tears from you, and you knew he was close. his pathetic mumbling and incoherent whines only spurred you on as you whispered condescendingly, “you okay, boss?”

you slapped a hand brutally over his chapped lips, muffling the loud, wanton, moan he let out as he spilled inside you. His body shook with his orgasm, twitching like he’d never came before from someone else’s ministrations. bouncing slowly now, he let out a string of curses at the overstimulation as you came to a stop.

“fuck.” he breathed.

as you looked down at his pathetic stature, you couldn’t help but think he was adorable—completely fucked out every time you finished with him. soft pants escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered open, gazing up at you with a haze of ecstasy. you couldn’t help but lean down and capture his lips, tongue slipping into his mouth as his hands came up to cradle your face desperately.

he wanted to stay like that, cock softening inside you as you slowly made out, but you didn’t allow it. instead, you let go of him and slipped off his dick, a trail of his cum leaking out of you before you fixed your underwear. you always left him in a mess of his own cum, knowing he was too burnt out to do anything about it.

“see you tomorrow, boss.”

[katsuizu-stuff]

FUCKING WHY!!!!

[tomurasmoleunderhislip]

~ He's my happiness ~

[spookikookiboo]

🤍Baby Bunny🤍

Listen, no matter what Shigaraki does he will always be Oboro’s baby.

~Spooki🖤

[dixonhecox]

class 1a, 1b and the rest of the students right now

[ily-tomura]

Digital Farmers

Autistic!Tomura Shigaraki, GN!Reader

You’d already played a bit of Stardew Valley when Tomura asks if you want to start a co-op farm with him. He doesn’t play it often, or at least not as often as he plays other games, but he’s pretty up there in hours.

Immediately upon the two of you starting up the world, he’s telling you about the best cash crops and the fastest way to fill out the items in the Community Center.

Tomura asks if you want to split the watering of the crops or if you’d rather he handle all the farming so that he can power level his skill farming early on. You say you don’t mind either way.

It’s relatively quiet when you’re in game, unless he has a question about what kind of seeds you want him to buy or if there’s any good quest on the bulletin board, but other than that it’s just you and him listening quietly to the music.

He talks to the fish as he’s trying to catch them. You are not entirely sure if he is aware of it or not, but you leave it be. It’s kind of cute.

The first real discussion is about what the two of you want to name your chickens. You both want to have themed names, but it’s between spice names and names from anime. Eventually you decide that every time you get a new animal, you’ll roll dice. Evens, you get to name it, odd, Tomura gets to name it. Your first two chickens are named Basil and Goku.

While Tomura does get a bit annoyed at not having late-game items, having you there playing with him is nice.

At the end of a four hour stretch of playing, you can tell he’s beginning to get tired, so you ask if you can call it a night soon. He nods and says he’ll wrap it up and call it after the day ends.

He knows you won’t be able to get on and play with him as much as he wants to, but he promises that he’ll only play in your shared world when you can both be there. He says the world belonging to both of you is what makes it special.

[sophsiaaa]

Shigaraki is a missionary man you can’t tell me otherwise.

He likes the whole power dynamic of putting you on your back and being on top, crowding into your personal space, giving you nothing else to focus on but him. Does he like the other positions? Sure. He’s not exactly going to turn down sex.

But his favourite is you pressed beneath him, panting, gasping. He loves being smug about how you ‘had so much to say before’, and watching as embarrassment forces you to hide your face in his shoulder. He likes your faces being so close, noses brushing and foreheads touching. He likes your sounds in his ear, the messy, yearning kisses that you give him. He likes being able to hide his own face in your chest when he’s about to cum, and the way your hands move over his body and your legs lock around his hips to keep him inside.

He’ll act like missionary annoys him because he has to do all the work, and like the only reason he agrees to it is because he wants to see you squirm (which is also true). But ultimately, shigaraki craves missionary - he craves the intimacy of it all.

[anime-as-textposts]

[x-kiwi-03]

NO WAY TENKO'S DAD LIGIT SOLD HIM TO AFO! That's the Lov bar in the back, and Afo's text asking "How about his quirk?" And it's not Tenko's memories so it has to be Afo's. This is insane!!

My theory on the Shie Hassaikai boss being used by Afo to fuck up Kai just bumped up in possibility.

I'm shaking.

Ten's dad could've just been besties with his mom's killer, given his hatred for her, and Afo was just using him to get to Tenko. I just want evil Pops to be real (some people like Pops, he gives me a bad gut feeling).

[lineli225]

Fairy Shigaraki for the enjoyers

So, one day I went a bit insane and made 50+ pictures of Tomura as a fairy, and today I'm finally posting it!!!!

At the end there'll be the link to download them all!

+Izuku

Anyway, enjoy?

There is more but tumblr limit is 30 images, so download the rest here!! https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1oyTuQ-SqWwDfXDM_0t7ZZfA1RKqN1mIw?usp=drive_link Free for use too ^^ (please credit me LineLi)

[mushroommanstan]

Shigaraki was hit with an aphrodisiac quirk and you help him out

Tw: Blackmail, noncon

You rubbed where your ass hit the hard dust covered floor, wincing in pain. Why kurogiri couldn’t have warped you onto the mattress a few feet away you’ll never know.

Oh wait, you will and do know. Because one quick glance showed you that it was currently occupied by a blood covered Shigaraki, groaning in pain with his back turned to you.

You needed a second to process where you were, having fell through a roof portal only seconds ago unexpectedly, but once you got a good look of your surroundings you were met with a wave of terror.

This is your boss’s room. He never lets anyone into his room. Never. And there he was, in the bed only like a foot away! In a moment he could see you and kill you for trespassing! Why would Kurogiri warp you here? Was he trying to get you killed?

You staggered onto your feet, ready to make a break for the door, but as soon as you took one step a familiar dark fog rose to block your path. Shit, so now you were trapped. With him.

Kurogiri saw your heavy breathing as you began to succumb to a panic attack. You didn’t want to die. Not now. Not here. It’s not even your fault. You just got warped here at random.

In a frenzy you made scripts of pleas and apologies in your head for when Shigaraki will eventually wake up, your heart skipping a beat whenever he shifted uncomfortably.

“Miss y/n please calm down.” Kurogiri tried to reason. “I need you to be calm so you can help him.”

“Why the hell should I be calm?” You whisper yelled. “I mean I’ve barely met this guy and now I’m in his room and soon he’s gonna-…wait…did you say help?”

Kurogiri nodded, turning Shigaraki over so that he laid on his back, his chest rising and falling quickly as he panted. He groaned again, his head rolling onto his shoulder as his knees lifted off of the bed in stress.

“I’m sorry I warped you on such short notice, but this is an emergency that only you can resolve. I know you’re in shock but I need you to help before he takes a turn for the worst.”

You tried to wrap your head around this information, mind spinning from all the new feelings and responsibilities flooding your brain. He had barely given you enough time to think and now you had to help with some emergency.

You took deep breaths, steeling your nerves as much as you could before shakily replying. “Ok…ok…just-what do you need help with?”

Kurogiri took the blanket covering Shigarakis lower half and pulled it down to his knees. There, pressed against his zipper, was the largest erection you’ve ever seen in your life.

A scream got caught in your throat as you looked up and kurogiri in horror at what he was about to propose you do. Instead you let out a small squeak of terror as it twitched when he groaned once more.

Sure, Shigaraki was attractive. But you never thought of him this way. Never thought of doing this, to that, ever. So being maybe a foot away from his rock hard boner was really causing you quite a bit of stress.

He hand even told you what you needed to do but you already had your answer. “No. NO! Absolutely not.” You yelled, wanting to run to the bathroom to pour bleach in your eyes but being once again blocked by his devilish guardian angel.

“Miss y/n please calm down! I would not ask this of you in any other circumstance but this is an emergency, which, if not acted on soon, could be fatal. I’ll explain in detail what happened as soon as you begin pumping him.”

“P-pumping him?! You want me to-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence. “No. I don’t care just let me out!!!”

Suddenly Kurogiris voice took on a sinister tone. One you’ve never heard before.

“Miss y/n. When you joined the league you made a verbal contract never to purposefully sabotage the league, Shigaraki, or any missions provided to you. Right now you are disobeying all three, and will leave me no choice but to terminate you if you do not reconsider.”

You gulped. “Fine, fire me. Like I’d rather work for a perverted freak.”

“You misunderstood.”

Misunderstood? You mulled his words over in your head before realizing just what he’ll be terminating. Oh.

“S-s-so if I don’t jerk him off… you’ll kill me?” You asked, meekly.

“Correct.”

The same scream once again lumped in your throat, and you gulped down the bile tickling your esophagus before reaching a shaking hand over.

Reluctantly, you smoothed your hand over his clothed package, applying just a whisper of pressure as you groped him lightly. He let out a soft moan, shifting a bit as you attempted to stroke him off through his pants.

“Skin to skin contact, y/n.”

Shit. Ok. Whatever. Let’s just get this over with.

You quickly pulled the zipper down and undressed his crotch unceremoniously, not wanting to idle. His erection sprung from his black jeans, slapping against the back of your hand and making you flinch away.

Just as the size of his tent implied, he was big. Hairy too. It reminded you of a big ol’ sausage standing upright atop a light blue hedgehog. It bounced a little when he twitched, visibly pulsing. Even in shock you were able to admire his length, being much prettier than you expected.

You held your breath, why you weren’t sure, before wrapping your fingers around it. It was surprisingly warm and slick, being coated in his pre which acted as a lube as you slowly glided your hand up and down his shaft. He moaned again, this time a little louder, and curled his fingers into a loose fist as you continued.

Every time you jerked him your hand bounced a little from his fluffy little landing pad. It was a little greasy, sure, but it was surprisingly soft, and the fuzzy feeling actually helped you forget the situation you were currently in, if not for a little while.

“A little faster please, y/n.”

The deep monotone voice of his brought you back. Oh, right. You fasted your pace, your hand now jerking him at an even pace, making his hips jump in surprise. He groaned once more, but did little else.

“So… why again am I doing this? You said it was… an emergency?”

He cleared his throat, staring off into the corner, obviously wanting to avoid having to look at his god-sons dick.

“Yes. You see, Shigaraki had already gained many deep wounds in battle, and has lost large quantities of blood. This was bad enough already, however, he had also been his with an aphrodisiac quirk with an unknown duration.

“This caused the majority of the remaining blood he has to travel to his… nether regions, instead of his head, causing him to fall unconscious. As you can see, he still hasn’t woken up, and it is suspected he still won’t until enough blood is returned to his-“

You unintentionally started to tune him out, more focused on the faces Shigaraki made whenever you squeezed gently at his tip, than his important monotone blabbering.

As grossed out as you were having to do this, you had to admit his mewls were becoming music to your ears. The way his blush covered his face in lustful red was transforming into a delicate piece of art before you. One you want to hide away from everyone else so you can have it all to yourself. It’s adorable. But, you know, you still wouldn’t be doing this if you had a choice. Obviously. Definitely.

Kurogiri noticed you stopped listening, his voice trailing off awkwardly as you both let the wet slaps of Shigarakis dick in your hand and his unconscious moans fill the room.

Clearing his throat, kurogiri summarized. “Essentially, the aphrodisiac quirk in addition to his now small quantity of blood has made him unconscious. So it is your job to make him cum so that he can begin the recovery process in peace before his brain starts to shut down from lack of oxygen. By whatever means necessary.”

You nodded, before his last words fully kicked in causing your eyes to widen and your hand to falter.

“Y-you mean… I might have to…?”

Kurogiri cleared his throat again. “No. You will have to, judging by the fact that you’ve been jerking him for what, 10 minutes? And he hasn’t even come close. This is life or death y/n, you must speed up the process.”

Reminded of the dire situation, and the dire consequences of your potential failure, without thinking you swiftly leaned down and wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking harshly enough that your cheeks hollowed.

His hips jumped right off the bed in surprise, and he let out load groan that gradually turned into a whimper that reverberated around the room. He twisted and moaned as you sunk your vacuum of a mouth further down his shaft.

You bobbed your head, taking your mouth off of him for a sec to get some air only to shove him down your gullet once more. You sucked and licked with all your might, doubling over him like a wild animal.

You were ashamed of how hesitant you were before. The seriousness of the situation had finally kicked in for you, and you scolded yourself for lolly gagging instead of gagging on his lolly for so long. You just hoped you weren’t already too late.

No, no you’re sure if you just stimulate him as much as possible right now you’ll be able to make him cum before his brain shuts down. You just need to focus on the now, and doing all you can for the near future.

You almost smiled when you felt him pulse and his legs tense. Finally, he’s close. You suck with all the strength you have left, going up and down on his cock swiftly as you beg him to finish with your mouth.

His whole body shook in your grasp as he exploded in your mouth. Instantly you were struck with the harsh bitterness his cum had, tasting like battery acid. Dude needs to work on his diet. And even so, despite your nose crinkling and your eyebrows furrowing at the taste, for whatever reason you could not bring yourself to pull away. In the moment you were sure it was out of adoration, but in reality it was from the anxiety of earning another strike from Kurogiri.

Finally he stilled, his hips falling back into the scrappy mattress as he let out a hearty sigh. You released his cock from your plump lips with an audible *pop* and peered up at him to see if he had regained consciousness in that whole ordeal. He had not. How? You’ll never know.

Still, your work here was done, and without a word you rushed out of his room once kurogiri gave access to the door. You were a flustered mess, cheeks red as you sped off to your quarters and buried your face into your pillow. You can not believe you just did that. You can not believe you just did that.

Back in Shigarakis room, his eyes fluttered open immediately once he heard the door slam. He smirked, wiping the “blood” off of his forehead with his finger and putting it in his mouth. Ketchup.

He cackled, tucking himself in and zipping his pants before turning to Kurogiri.

“So, did ya get it?”

A misty black appendage emerged from under the black mist, taking with it Shigarkis cellphone.

“Yes, I did.”

The gotten thing in question was explicit videos and pictures of you doubled over his lap like an animal, all taken discreetly under a thin cloak of mist.

Why did he order Kurogiri to get these? Well, it all started the other night in the bar. Him and Dabi had gotten quite tipsy, and somehow the conversation had gone to you. You were the hot new recruit that was ignoring all advances made by Dabi, pissing him off royally.

Shigaraki mocked him, of course, to which Dabi replied that if he couldn’t get a blowjob from you, there was no way in hell Shigaraki could get one. Not seconds later, the bet was made.

If Shigaraki could get a video of you sucking his cock, Dabi swore on his mothers life that he’d wear one of Togas school girl outfits with pigtails for a day. No rules as to how or when, just that your lips had to touch his cock. And now, his efforts have paid off and then some.

Truthfully, he probably didn’t have to make up such a complex story for his condition, but he’s nothing but thorough, and admittedly had some fun coming up with the ruse.

He yanked his phone back, checking the footage and smiling deviously as it came back clear and focused, before sending it to dabi along with a cocky text.

“Pay up, bitch.”

Dabi had had a shit day, exhausted and numb with sleep as he finally settled down into the shitty mattress he called his bed, only to be woken up by his phone buzzing.

He grumbled in annoyance as he picked up his phone to check, ready to send a harshly worded message to anyone crazy enough to text him at like 3 in the morning. When he saw what it was, his eyes widened and he felt all tiredness leave him and be replaced by dread.

No fucking way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~BONUS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“What do you think boss? Pink or blue?” Toga chittered, holding up some hair bands.

“Blue, definitely. It’ll match the skirt-t-t-t hahahahaha”Shigaraki couldn’t help cracking up at the end, not being able to keep a straight face due to Dabis contempt expression. He said nothing, only letting out annoyed grunts and growls when Toga tugged at his hair. His eyes, however, told a story of regret.

Toga giggled, yanking Dabis hair harshly, making him hiss, before bunching it into a messy pigtail. She did it again on the other side, and once she was finished she walked to Shigarakis side and marveled at the finished product. Dabis limbs hung limp in shame, legs kicked out in front of him as he resigned to his fate. He looked like a doll.

Pictures, of course, were taken. But honestly, it was a price Dabi was willing to pay to get those videos of you. No matter how humiliated he felt then, it was nothing in comparison to how you felt when he sent those pictures to you. How your eyes widened and tears gathered in your eyes. How you desperately tried to explain yourself but obviously realized how unbelievable your situation was.

How you begged him not to show anyone, most of all Shigaraki so he didn’t think you willingly molested him in his sleep or something. How you didn’t even wonder how he got those photos in the first place.

How you succumbed to Dabis blackmail and finally, finally agreed to recreate that scandalous video with him in order to keep him from ruining your reputation.

Now that was priceless.

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I know I say this a lot but I’m really sorry this took so long. I had a hard time writing this tbh, getting writers block near the middle and having trouble coming back to it. But, it’s finished, and like usual it might not be exactly what you asked for (I had a little fun with it). Hope you enjoy!