More Shigaraki Headcanons And Thoughts Because I'm Obsessed With Him

Honestly...both blue fire, both crazy because if dads..one burn himself the other could but don't (1pts for azula) one shot litteral thunder..(2pts for azula)..azula win

very curious to see these answers so....

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Yandere!Tomura Shigaraki x afab!Reader CW: yandere, kidnapping, heavily implied depression, angsty, nonconsensual sex, pain

NSFW - MDI

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Plush duvet under your back, limbs sprawled over the bed, you continue listlessly staring at the blank ceiling. Ambient music plays in the background, accompanied by Tomura's heavy breaths and barely audible clicks of his controller's buttons. Occasionally, you were graced with frustrated curses or insults. Watching him play had grown tiring long ago, not that the ceiling was any more interesting. In a previous time, you played together, but even video games required more energy and motivation than you possessed now.

A strangled, annoyed groan pulled your gaze instinctively, allowing you to see him carelessly discard his controller before standing up, bones cracking loudly, and turning to you, scowling. Dread settles itself in your stomach as he approaches you. Ironic; he used to make you so happy, but it seemed the more lethargic you grew, the more aggressive he became. He looks you over, displeased. “Move over." Gathering the little energy you had, you collect your limbs and shuffle over to make room for him. He flops down next to you, bouncing you both slightly. His gaze burns into you, unimpressed with the distant look in your tired eyes. He gunts, deciding to finally address your condition after days, if not weeks, of refusing to confront the change in your attitude and behaviour. “Why are you like this?" Not answering will only anger him, so you push yourself through your exhaustion to reply, not bothering to properly pronounce your words. “… Ev'rythin' seems poin'less… barely feel anythin' anymore." Discontent with your answer, his brows furrow before a predatory grin breaks across his face and he sits up to leer over you. “You wanna feel somethin, huh? Wanna do something with a purpose?"

His gaze is malicious as a hand touches your t-shirt, disintegrating it. Without it, his skin is clammy and rough against yours. Braless, as the only clothes he gave you were t-shirts and shorts, you are exposed to his greedy eyes. Disgusted, you look away as his hand grabs your chest. Since your imprisonment, you had suspicions he would do this, but you ignored them, wanting to hold onto the memory of him as your friend, even if he had acted questionably.

Longing for the past, you are dragged from your thoughts by a harsh squeeze to your breast as he slings a leg over your hips, looming over you. Glancing at his face, his expression is almost ecstatic, causing a chill to ripple down your spine. Dropping his head, Tomura licks a long, slimy stripe along your neck, prompting you to cringe. He shows no indication of noticing, much less caring. Instead, he roughly grabs your face with his free hand, cementing you in place as he plants his chapped lips against yours, immediately trying to force his tongue into your mouth. He succeeds when you gasp in pain due to his fingers digging mercilessly into the plush of your chest. Repulsed, desperate to remove his tongue from your throat, you wish you had the will to fight back. Not that it would help much, he would simply overpower you. Shame and regret weigh heavy on your heart.

Tomura starts grinding his hips down into you, adding to your revulsion. Pulling away, he lets go of your face, and you relish the absence of his tongue, until he shifts to kneeling over you and touches your shorts, rendering you naked. “Turn over." His voice is raspy and commanding, and despite the implications of his request, you obey, grateful you no longer have to face him. His weight leaves the bed momentarily, but returns quickly as he hastily pushes your legs far enough apart to place himself between them, then he descends upon you again; slobbering and panting against your neck as his hips shallowly hump your ass, chest laying on your back. Horrified, you realise he is bare, save for his boxers; the thin layer of fabric the only barrier between his thick cock and your vulnerable butt. Both his arms snake under you; one hand entertains itself by once more ruthlessly groping your chest while his other hand travels between your thighs, inexperienced fingers flumbling as they explore. Stomach turning, you feel nauseous. Reaching your pussy, his fingers find no evidence of arousal, causing Tomura to grunt, annoyed. “What, you don't want me? Get wet, or it's gonna hurt us both." He's frowning, and his breath irritates your ear.

Continuing to unskillfully prod and poke around, he finally grazes your clit, making you jolt and him grin, entirely too proud of himself. Harshly pressing the tough pads of his fingers against the bundle of nerves, paired with the movement caused by his depraved grinding, and pawing at your chest, forces your body to respond, involuntarily readying yourself for him. Overcome with panic, at long last, you gain the will to protest, voice shaky as tears threaten to form. “Tomura, pleas' stop, I don' wan' this…!" “Shut up, you fuckin' ingrate," he sounds offended, an edge to his words. “I'm doing this for you; make you feel something good, give you some meaning. Be more thankful." Fueled by anger, or perhaps impatience, he kneels behind you and rids himself of his boxers before grabbing your hips with both his hands, lifting you up onto your knees while your upper body remains on the bed, hiding your face as your eyes brimmed with tears.

After lining himself up, he pushes into your cunt, his cock hot and far too big for how little prepared you are. In response to the splitting pain, you cry out; it almost feels like he's tearing you apart. Seemingly, your whines only serve to excite him, as his pants deepen and he thrusts harder into you, desperate to bottom out. When he does, his dick poking painfully at your cervix, you're sobbing, and grabbing at the sheets in agony. You're almost definitely bleeding. “Fuck, you're so tight…!" His voice is strained, and as he finishes speaking, a cool liquid lands on your back. Nausea flares up as you realise he's drooling on you. Allowing you only a moment to adjust, he begins moving too soon, evoking more cries and muffled screams. Mercifully, one of his hands relocates your clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Pleasure helps distract you from the horrible ache, and slowly causes your pussy to get wetter, until eventually you're slick enough that Tomura's thrusts speed up, and your sobs gradually morph into small, shameful moans.

Without looking, you know he's smirking, even through his groans and curses. Every time he opens his mouth, more drool falls onto you, but you're too clouded by forced pleasure to pay much attention anymore. Unprompted, Tomura leans down, pressing against your back, returning his mouth to your neck, heavy pants loud in your ear, and the hand that had been keeping your hips in place slid under you, once again desperately squeezing your chest. From the new angle, he managed to hit somewhere that showed you stars, causing you to clench around him, in turn making him grunt, drool over your neck, and start to jackrabbit into you. Repeatedly pounding your sweet spot while continuously circling your clit, the white-hot coil that had built up inside you snaps, making your cunt tighten around his cock, involuntarily moaning loudly as you come. Fucking you through your orgasm, Tomura follows you soon after, mumbling nonsense in your ear while saliva floods from his mouth. Horror fills you as he does, disgusted, ashamed, and regretful. He stays inside you, regaining his breath. “Don't you feel so much better now?" He brushes his wet lips against your cheek, nearly lovingly, before he pushes you down from your knees, lying on top of you until he rolls the both of you onto your sides, holding you from behind. He still doesn't pull out.

Cruelly, feelings are abundant now.

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

The Rehabilitation of Death

Chapter 16: My Friend, The Sopping Wet Beast

With Heket's health progressing and the Harvest ritual setting the flock off in full bloom, Lambert prepares for the biggest festival in the century: a combination of a feast, bonfire, a follower's wedding, all while processing the newly developed change in theirs and Narinder's 'friendship'. Or really, the fact that the cat is now hesitating to disprove it as such. That alone is something new.

Narinder makes good on his promise, utilizing a heretic to open Anchordeep's door in a process Lambert gets to witness leading to a rather interesting conversation. The first crusade into Anchordeep is an impulsive one, and it's far too wet for the cat's liking. Lambert amuses themselves by trying to make the God of Death blink using the power of social mirroring and pushes their luck a little bit too far in playing.

Narinder's exasperation follows him into his sleep. Dreams remind him of a cycle he's put himself into. They are not gentle in handling his memories.

Read Tags/Author's Note for Warnings. Chapter Wordcount: 15,292

new hyperfixation

The ex god of death tries to be romantic

Online Girlfriend

MDNI loser!Shigaraki x Reader

Request from anon Contains: gn/afab reader, mostly smut: face sitting, sex (m behind), lots of cum. [wc: 2k]

“Why’d you put the work in, no one’s gonna show up.” Dabi laughed across the room at Shigaraki who put in some low-level effort to be presentable (showered.)  “You’re being catfished.”

“Hey, don’t listen to him. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” assured Spinner, who remains skeptical but supportive. He’d like to think there’s at least some hope for one of them to actually get a date.

Tomura’s phone dings.

running late, sorry! still otw!

Rushing, you try to make up the time you lost when a traffic jam caused all transportation to be rerouted. It’s not a great start, for the first time you’re meeting your online boyfriend but it is what it is. 

The two of you hit it off in a discord chat for your favorite game and haven’t stopped talking since. The past few months of chatting have been great so you finally asked to meet in person. It felt like the next step. Admittedly, you’ve also been really horny lately and are hoping to do something about that.

Typically, you’d be worried about meeting someone from the internet but he seems real enough. The photos he sent you were cute. Not perfect in a conventional way, like something you’d expect from someone pretending to be someone else. These were real. They were dark and grainy, taken by someone who isn’t used to taking selfies. Even with the low-quality images and hair covering most of his face, you could tell he’s attractive. He has nice collarbones and a cute smile. On top of that, he’s smart. Having a weird amount of information about nearly everything. He’s funny too, in a dark way. You feel like you could talk to him about anything.

Finally, you made it!

Shoving through the door into the bar he’d sent you the address of earlier, you see that it’s pretty empty. You’d recognize his silvery-blue hair anywhere though. 

“Hi, Tomura!” you take a seat next to him, “I’m [y/n], it’s so good to finally meet you!”

Spinner and Dabi stare in amazement, you’re a lot prettier than they expected. Tomura notices this too. For all the flirting and suggestive messages he’d sent you online, he completely freezes the moment he lays eyes on you. Staring like a deer in the headlights.

Okay, so he’s a little awkward. That’s fine.

The two of you make some conversation. Bumbling through small talk until you start talking about games and he loosens up a bit. After an hour, he still can’t look directly at you without stuttering, but he’s rambling excitedly about the newest patch.

“I just downloaded it, if you want to play. Come on,” he gestures, “I live upstairs.”

As if he only just realized he asked you to be alone in his bedroom with him, his jaw drops and he begins to stammer again. 

“I… I didn’t mean to, like...uh. If you’re uncomfortable -” 

You grab his arm, pulling him from the stool. “Lead the way,” you smile.

The two in the corner, who you’ve since learned are his friends, look shocked as you walk past them to the exit.

Tomura Shigaraki’s room isn’t clean per say, but at least he remembered to take the bags of trash out this morning. He’s glad for that since he definitely didn’t think he’d be bringing you back to his place. You watch as he wiggles the mouse to wake his computer up, middle finger hovering. He has nice hands, you decide.

“Uhm,” he starts uncomfortably, “it’s a pretty big patch. So it’s not done downloading yet.”

The estimated time remaining jumps between two hours and three days as the internet speed flickers.

“That’s okay, we can find other ways to kill the time,” you run your fingers softly over his shoulder. It’s nice to touch him for the first time, feel that he’s real. 

tomura.exe is no longer responding

His body stiffens at the closeness. This is what he wanted, right? Why else would he bring you up to his room?

“If that’s okay with you?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he manages to choke out, letting you pull him to his bed. He lays flat out while you climb over him, straddling his hips. He whimpers slightly and you can feel that he’s already hard. Awkwardly, his hands hover at your thighs. You didn’t expect your discord boyfriend to have a ton of experience, but seeing just how nervous you make him is… hot.

“Okay, is there anything I should know? Places you like to be touched?” your fingers graze his collarbone before running down his chest. Feeling the warmth of his body through the thin shirt. “Or anywhere you don’t like being touched?”

“No,” he breathes huskily, before sighing “...y-yes.”

“Don’t… y-you can’t touch all five of my fingers at the same time,” he gulps, “it’s my quirk.” Without being able to find the right words to explain, he grabs an empty energy drink can that’s in reach. It crumbles to dust instantly. 

You’re fucking kidding, you think. This bumbling mess underneath you has that strong of a quirk? How has that never come up? It only turns you on more, knowing he has the strength to take out half the world but melts into a puddle when you so much as breathe in his direction. 

He makes eye contact with you for the first time before biting his lip and looking away. It’s as if he’s waiting for you to say nevermind. To get up and leave. There’s something so sweetly pathetic in all of it.

“Cute,” you say, pressing his hands back into the bed by his wrists. Fingers snaking up his palms. He looks confused. No one has ever called him ‘cute’ before. It’s also the closest he’s ever been to holding hands with someone and he nearly cums from that alone.

He groans as your lips lightly move over his. Careful not to kiss him too hard, he’s already excited and you still want to fuck him later. With the way his breath hitches at a small kiss on the neck, you decide to move faster.

Standing up, you begin taking off your clothes and tell him to do the same. 

You planned for this. While you didn’t absolutely expect him to fuck on the first date, you certainly dressed for it. It’s not full-on lingerie or anything but you put on the nicer underwear for the occasion. Judging by the look on his face he notices and appreciates this. Too flustered to manage the button on his black skinny jeans.

“Here,” you climb back over him, “let me.”

They’re tight so it takes a bit of effort to pull them over his ever-growing bulge. When you finally manage to pull his pants over his feet, you pause to admire the sight. 

He’s beautiful.

More toned than you would have expected under all of his clothes. Pale skin contrasting with the black of his underwear, his lightly pink tip poking out from under the elastic.

“Have you ever touched anyone before?” you ask, already knowing the answer. He shakes his head. 

“Okay,” you move closer, “let's start there.”

You pull his trembling hands to your sides. Two fingers hover above your hips.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbles staring up at you.

“Take my underwear off,” you instruct.

Of course, he does exactly what you asked him to. He’s slightly clumsy at it, but you expect that. He’s never done this before and he’s being overly cautious. His jaw drops at the sight of you.

“Bra,” once more, he does as you say. Already panting underneath you.

You crawl over his body, careful to brush the hard length of him as you go. He whines at the contact.

“I take it you’ve never eaten anyone out before either, huh?” you ask rhetorically. 

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head, strands of baby blue falling in his face.

“You’ll learn fast,” you whisper while brushing his hair back to the bed. 

Placing your hands on his headboard, you move your knees to each side of his head. His eyes widen as you sink onto him. You rock your hips forward, bringing his nose to brush your clit. He moans before licking where he can. 

“Just like that,” you exclaim when he hits a sensitive spot. 

He takes instruction well, slowly improving as you go. His movements are still a bit sloppy, but the friction of his skin against you is enough. You’re at the edge -

“Oh fuck,” he groans under you. His body tenses and he shoves his face further into you. Turns out it’s all you needed too. Reaching down, you grip his hair while you ride out your orgasm.

You pull away, leaving his face slick. He catches his breath as you assess the situation. As you assumed, you weren’t the only one who just came. His stomach and chest are covered in ropes of his own doing. Of course you didn’t mean to make him cum so fast, you didn’t even touch him. You were looking forward to fucking him too.

He grabs a shirt from the floor, wiping himself off.

“Do you always cum that fast?” you tease. 

“Uh, sorry. C-can we keep going?” he chews the skin of his bottom lip nervously.

“You want to keep going?”

“Yeah,” he says more confidently than you’ve heard him speak all afternoon, “I can last longer if you give me a chance. I promise.”

You look him over. He looks pretty fucked out but he’s already hard again.

“Just tell me what to do,” he stares up at you with his beautiful red eyes and you can’t help but give in.

A minute later, he’s behind you. Lining himself up at your instruction.

“Like this?”

“Yeah. Okay, now slide up and in. Slowly,” he does as you say, poking around slightly before you feel his tip press in. You look over your shoulder at him, his jaw slack as he stares down at himself disappearing into you. His eyes closing as he wills himself not to cum again so quickly, he did promise.

“You’re doing great!” his breath catches at the compliment, “now, you’ll press in and out. In. Out.” You set the pace you want him at, he listens. 

“This okay?” he asks breathily. You’re amazed at how good he feels already. The way he fits perfectly inside you. He has no idea that he makes every nerve in your body feel like it's on fire.

“Yeah, exactly. That’s perfect,” you gasp.

Without needing to be asked, his hands carefully grip your hips. This time with more confidence. Pulling you back into him with force. 

“Fuck, just like that,” you moan. Feeling yourself tense around him, you grip the sheets calling out his name. Arching your back to press harder into him, he gets the hint and picks up the pace.

With the quivers of you around him, he can’t hold back any longer. 

“Fuck, sorry, fuck,” he groans, pulling out just as the trembling in your gut subsided. You feel him plaster your back in warm cum before he falls back on the bed to recover.

“Uhm,” you hum moments later, eyes flicking over your shoulder.

“Shit,” he mutters breathlessly, jumping up to grab another semi-clean shirt to wipe your back off with.

He lays down again, this time you move to the bed with him. You wrap your arms around him, head resting against his neck.

“Sorry it wasn’t very long,” he mumbles.

“You did great,” you say, wondering how long he actually expected himself to last, “and I’m sure next time you’ll make it even longer.”

“Yeah,” he smiles, “next time.”

Extra headcanons for fun:

Kurogiri googled you before you arrived.

Tomura googled "how to talk to attractive person."

Dabi and Spinner placed bets on if you'd actually show up. Spinner didn't know if you would but wanted to be supportive of his friend.

The traffic jam was caused by Twice and Magne. No reason, they just thought it would be fun.

After this, you and Tomura agree to meet up once a week. Once turns to Twice and before you know it, you're moving closer to see each other every day. Eventually, he learns what you like and you don't have to give him instructions.

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Smut headcanons for my babygirls [Dabi & Shigaraki]

(PLEASE IGNORE THE TITLE–)

TW: Mentions of captivity, noncon, degrading

Reader has gender neutral pronouns with afab body

Toya Todoroki Dabi

-Alright, so Dabi sure does like his piercings, doesn't he? Ear piercings, nose piercings, I guess the surgical staples might count as piercings? You get what I'm trying to say. Anyway Dabi most certainly has a Jacob's ladder. Do with that what you will.

-He may or may not force you to get your tits pierced. He'll do it himself.

-I think he would be around 6 inches exactly, and he doesn't shave. He doesn't care about his hair being white down there, you ain't gonna tell nobody.

-He especially loves your thighs. Nibbling on the flesh, licking his way up until he reaches your cunt. Maybe some light burn marks, if you beg him. He loves it when you beg.

-Caress his scars during sex and he will melt.

-Sex drive is low. Surprising, right? He's a flirty scumbag but most of the time it's just to get a reaction outta you. He just wants cuddles. He's a big softie.

-Most of the time.

-I mean what do you expect? For him to burn and rape you every day? Hell no! My boy needs affection. You're the only person for him, and he will cherish you. His family didn't love him, so he gets that love from you.

-Now, while we're mentioning rape... Dabi isn't against that. He prefers it consensual but he won't hesitate if he's hot 'n bothered.

-No he does not use sex as a punishment.

-The pace differs if it's consensual or not. He'll be rough if you agree to it, it's what you signed up for. But if he's nonconning you, it will be the softest noncon. He'll have you ride him, hands on your hips as he so gently thrusts up into your wet pussy. Praise, praise, praise. He's so gentle.

-Now his aftercare is a little lazy. Grabs a cigarette from the pack on his desk, taking a long drag from it, and pulls you down with him so you can lay on his bare chest.

-Dabi's a villain but he doesn't want you to fear him. Until you try to run away, but that's a story for a different time.

"Hush, baby, shh. I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just making you feel good, my flame. You'll thank me later. Please just enjoy it."

Tenko Shimura Tomura Shigaraki

-Shigaraki doesn't have any piercings, unlike Dabi. But you know what he does have? A collar and leash. He'll strap that pretty pink collar around your neck, and yank on the leash when you don't give him exactly what he wants.

-He's a tits man. He doesn't care how big they are, how small they are, he likes sucking on them. And biting them. And groping them. He likes tits.

-Shigaraki went through several body modifications while he was going through his procedure in season six, didn't he? Well along with his muscles, his dick also grew a bit in size, going from 5.7 inches to 6.3 inches. It's gonna take some time to get used to, but don't worry, he'll teach you how to take it.

-His hair down there changes colour along with the hair on his head. You know because he doesn't shave, either. He honestly can't be fucked doing it. Lazy ass.

-High sex drive. Very high sex drive. You can't blame him, man has probably never seen pussy irl. Very horny.

-Now... Similarly to Dabi, Shigaraki loves and craves your affection. Unfortunately though, Shigaraki is a lot more sadistic than Dabi.

-Which means yes, he will also rape you. But not gently like Dabi. He's rough, aggressive, dominant, he'll tie you down if he has to. He doesn't ask for consent either. He'll just get on top of you and decay your clothes, and you'll know exactly what's about to happen to you the moment you notice the bulge in his jeans.

-Sex is also used for punishments, though it's mainly used for more severe rule breaking, like attempting to call the police.

-He's very degrading. He likes to call you a variety of names, including slut, whore, pet, cumslave, etc etc.

-Dacryphilia fetish.

-But don't worry, it's not all bad. See, if you've read my previous works (mainly on Wattpad), you'll know that Shigaraki gets more sweet when you comply with his demands. Even if it takes months, years, to get used to his rules, he'll reward you if you're a good captive.

-Likewise, his aftercare is very good. Almost as if he wants to make up for the assault with affection. He'll get you a nice, cold glass of fresh water, and once you finish that, he'll carry you to the bathroom and bathe you. Then the rest of the night is spent in his embrace, and he always stays up for hours after you fall asleep. Just gently caressing and kissing your hair.

-He's sadistic and twisted but he still cares about you.

"Awh, are you crying? Don't like what I'm doing to you? Too fucking bad. I own every inch of your body, so scream for me bitch."

Author's Note: That feeling you get when you put lots of effort into a post but turns out it's really short :(

NFSW ALPHABET TW: OPINIONS

𝐀 ❥ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄: It's a whole mood switch— pounding into your sweet, tight hole and then resting you against his chest as he whispers how good you felt, "Shhh, you did so good..." He'd whisper sweetly, gently rubbing your hair. Sometimes he just gets on his game, depending if it was a quickie or not, really, but he'd still toss a water for you.

𝐁 ❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓: Tits. Next question? Smothering his face in them, licking them, jerking off and cumming on them, sticking them in between them, no matter the size or gender, you best believe he's gonna be doing something to them (with consent, duh).

𝐂 ❥ 𝐂𝐔𝐌: He's definitely a cum freak, if you/him don't cum, there wasn't sex? Even if someone walks in and you haven't came, he'd keep going until one of you did. If you're a vagina owner, he'd finger you until you came, soaking his fingers in your juices, he'd then lift his hand to his mouth and (there was two fingers used in this "imagine"/pov,) swirl his tongue between his fingers to capture and savor your juices.

𝐃 ❥ 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓: He steals your underwear and cums inside them, sometimes he washes them and puts them back in your drawer, sometimes he just puts them back in your drawer, and most of the time, he just keeps them and cums in the same pair over and over until he gets tired of that pair, then that's when he washes them, but usually they're unusable afterwards because of the disgusting cum stains and little crust.

𝐄 ❥ 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: You're likely his first lover, happy with mega-virgins? Doesn't matter, he is one. Sure, he likely watches/has watched porn before but stopped when dating you because...he has you, why would he watch people fuck? Even just looking at your pictures satisfy him anyways. The first time you guys fucked, it was...kind of bad. Just because of his experience though, sloppy thrusts, and wasn't pushing it in (deep enough, anyway), and was just staying in one spot, but the second time was amazing— magical, even.

𝐅 ❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Depends if he's bottoming or topping you. If he's bottoming, probably mating press, it's more intimate and less like "I own you." type of shit, when he's bottoming, we bursts out crying when he comes down from his high in any position, so it doesn't matter. If he's topping, however...face down, ass up, deep victory, missionary, doggy style, standing up, sitting, laying down, anywhere and any position.

𝐇 ❥ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑: I'm gonna come out and say it, he's not well-shaven, some of the hair goes to his (very) low stomach, white-ish blue hair with tiny black hairs here and there.

𝐈 ❥ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄: He is rough, bottom or not, usually spitting things out, but while cumming he will repeat "I love you!" over and over in a sorta high-pitched whimper-y voice.

𝐉 ❥ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅𝐅: Woukd rather have your pussy lips, asshole jerking him off, he usually humps pillows, the bed or you to masturbate.

𝐊 ❥ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒: Multiple, my Shigaraki headcanons post explains all of them. :)

𝐋 ❥ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Anywhere. Bathroom, kitchen, shower, bedroom, living room, Dabi's bedroom, Kurogiri's office, his office, even in Kurogiri's warp gate, in public, private, anywhere.

𝐌 ❥ 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Just you in general. Walk in a room and he might cum in his pants. Rather that's you wearing a 'special clothing item' (ex. miniskirt), your voice, scent or touch, even your taste— he's hard and ready to go.

𝐍 ❥ 𝐍𝐎: The gloves stay on, even if you beg. Gloves or no hands, which means no spanking or groping, so that's just bad for both of you.

𝐎 ❥ 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋: He prefers receiving, but will gladly give. He likes specifically receiving oral under the desk, especially during a meeting or game, it makes him feel more loved, then making him more confident, even though he just whimpers and moans involuntarily and sounds ridiculous.

𝐏 ❥ 𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄: Fast, bottoming or not. He's slamming into you if he's a top, quickly smashing into your hole and whining in pleasure.

𝐐 ❥ 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐄: He's not capable of anything but quickies, the end.

𝐑 ❥ 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊: Risk as in almost getting caught? If so, hell yeah, he will risk it. Honestly, he wouldn't care either, he'd probably fuck in front of Kurogiri.

𝐒 ❥ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀: It kind of depends on his mood, ex. if he's angry, maybe 30 minutes to 2 hours, if he's sad, 30 minutes at most. He could last days if he wanted to.

𝐓 ❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐘𝐒: Probably a vibrator or two, definitely uses them in public too.

𝐔 ❥ 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑: He's too impatient, he'd lose it after a few teases, and if you're teasing him, he'd probably just cry.

𝐕 ❥ 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐄: Makes the most pornographic moans and whimpers, even begs, even if he's on top. Usually he'll spit out little "Please..."'s and "More!" every now and then. Sometimes even rude things like "Dirty little whore" and "Cumslut."

𝐖 ❥ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃: Brags about you to his online gaming friends.

𝐗 ❥ 𝐗-𝐑𝐀𝐘: Tomura is a (huge) 6.5 in/16.51 cm flaccid dick, and when erect, it can range between 7.5 in/19.05cm to 8.0 in/20.32 cm at most.

𝐘 ❥ 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: (Yearning as in sex drive.) Exclusively high sex drive, not through the roof, but definitely "up there."

𝐙 ❥ 𝐙𝐳𝐳: Doesn't sleep (often) afterwards, too energetic or it, unless it's during the day, I guess. Like, after staying up for the whole night, fucking when you wake up and then going to bed.

Gen Z shigaraki and spiner

i think that, shigaraki is a great representation of some problem of the gen z.. Like it may be just me but even if hikikomori exist for a long time now, its appropriate with our generation. Plus i also can relate to a lot of their issues(hum hum childhood shiggy exept that i didn't kill anyone ;-; )

I also am not the best to explain such a things in english so if soemone get my point please repost as a respond.

I feel like its particulary hard for us, i mean if shigaraki continue his life with his real family i think that it will be a pretty "commun" gen z one from the struggle i had saw in my family and my friend's one when i was a child. I also have the sae tics as him when i'm stress out and a lot of my friend have to. Of course its not everyone but i feel like our generation is kinda fucked up and those vilains had help me go throught a lot as i was like "i'm not alone"

Its kind of a vent post honestly i feel like shit today.

The things is that i think that we needed this. They aren't the best writen vilains even if i love Tomura more then everything but like...i feel like they are somehow having gen z problems. The online addiction and parents issues are more expose now and i feel like, even Dabi somehow have that problem. The parents that want to make you someway and then realise that you'r not "enought" 'cause we'r never enought right ? We'r just phone addict :) we'r just spoiled brat and yea maybe we are but we don't just "creat" that feelings.itsin us that's all.

Sun reacting to news of his demotion from Theatre Star to Daycare Nanny (he is not coping well)