A New Drawing Hafl Realistic Tomura.

I have a dream

Just imagine:

Tomura is now finaly the king of his new shaped world. Don't ask me how, don't mention all for one. Lets just say he take care of them. He his now the one and only supreme commender and he have everything. Everything ? Well no actually. He doesn't have a darling. A good little pet to get his dick wet and oh god we know how desperate he is. That's when one day he found a man who have the hability to make a women from another universe come into that one and then sommon her as his pet. Tomura immediatly take his quirk. He through that at first he would have to force things a little of course who would want to fuck him and live their whole life by his side if not some afraid sucker ? Well he was very surprise when us, one of his bigest fangirl apear literaly dying of happiness at the new. He was oh so please to have such a beautiful darling as one of his fan and as his fuck toy too… If he wasn't him he would find it scary how such a cute little "innocent" things like us can have those perverted throught about him and how much we know how to please our god because hod dammit that is what he truly his isn't he ? Of course Shigaraki Tomura would be more than please to realise all of our fantises about him that we read in fanfiction and stuff, after all many of them are his too. Tomura Shigaraki would be turn on to finaly have soemone desperate for his touvh insted of being scared. The way his pet will be struggleing to breath while he choke her would almost be enought for him to come in his pants. Imagine being that guys pet and beinh blessed everyday by mimking hid cock until passing out because, we are human from our world, it take practice to accomodate yo his monsturus size. Then we would wake up, him sleeping peacefully by our side.

Heaven right ?😭✨

1. Yes they have to fight, 2. Tell me who’s fighting who in the tags! (I’ll add the most ridiculous combos in a reblog)

How does Shiggy react to a darling who developed Stockholm Syndrome?

BNHA ! IMAGINE

Shigaraki Tomura x darling

WC: 1.5k

TW: NSFW, captive darling, Stockholm Syndrome, ish benevolent sexism

You kissed him a little while back.

It was strange, as though you’d forgotten yourself – lost yourself in the heat of the moment. But no, it had been deliberate and long-lasting – earnest and needy even. And had rendered him both speechless and in a panic.

He’d entered the room in a rigid mood and woken you up with a bite to your ass. Pulling your thighs snugly around him with his cock already swole between them – tugging your panties down your thighs while you were still rubbing the sleep from your eyes with a yawn. 

You’d learned rather quickly never to fight him. He’d punish you with bitemarks and no food, and ultimately you grew too weak to reject him anyway. So your casual acceptance wasn’t anything new where you patiently awaited getting fucked – lying on your back while looking down at his fat member disappearing inside you with only a tiny moan slipping free from your lips.

You took him obediently as you’d done for a while – without protest. The only difference occurred after he’d twisted the two of you around so you could straddle and ride him. You’d pressed your naked breasts into his chest and taken his face in your hands – gently as you rolled your hips without guidance – and then, right before the kiss, you’d said, so very softly, “I missed you today… it’s boring here without you~” 

Your voice was sultry, kissing him tender yet deeply – pouring sweet moans into his mouth while your hands tangled in his hair. 

You’d traveled to his neck after, and he came as soon as your tongue licked the scars found there – digging his fingers into the plush of your hips, keeping you seated as he spluttered all his worth inside you.

He’d been in such a state of post-shock that he’d rushed out just after. Leaving you.

Kurogiri had pointed out his blush while he sat at the bar, mulling it over with a bottle of brown in his grip. He shuddered, recurring the feeling – your pillowy wet lips on his, those words leaving your tongue, your hands playing with his hair, pulling him close. His chest felt tight, just as tight as the furrow between his brows.

Dabi sat down a couple of stools away sometime later in the night. Often, Shigaraki would abstain from engaging in conversation with the guy, but really, at least in this case, he was the best choice of any to ask for input. After all, they weren’t all that different. Actually, when it came to basics, they were both pretty similar – same-aged, ugly, and ridden with family issues from scars to fractured memories.

Dabi gave him a dumb look, his brow raised as though to ask what he was staring at after noticing his side-eye.

“You still have the same girl?” He jumped straight to it.

Dabi’s dumb expression turned dumber. Confused, maybe not so much by the question itself but by why the boss was even talking to him. But most emotions are like matches for Dabi, and they burn out before they’re able to light any fires. Soon, the usual sense of disinterest washed over him, and his face eased up into that chronic jaded look. 

Shigaraki nearly lost patience, reminded once again why he couldn’t stand the guy – rude as ever and so slow it made his skin itch. But then he gave his answer, “Yeah, I still have her.”

“She difficult?” Shigaraki followed up.

And Dabi took his time once again, hauling out the seconds before offering his answer in a drawl. “No, Stockholm Syndrome kicked in quickly.”

Shigaraki let it settle - Stockholm Syndrome – before looking back at his drink and repeating the thought once again. Stockholm Syndrome.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” He mumbled then.

Dabi sighed, taking a swig of his beer. It was already the third one, but he’d only been sitting there for about half an hour. “Not really…” He disagreed. “Most girls are better survivors.”

It was Shigaraki’s turn to look dumb, looking puzzled as he stared down the barrel to his bottle – in wait of an explanation – almost as though he was under the impression it was the drink who was speaking and not the patch-faced raven-head sitting beside him.

“They learn quickly to accept what will keep them safe, and then, they find solace in whatever they can to maintain their mental health as well…” Said raven-haired guy continued – then he scoffed. “Boys fight until they break. Leaving them a shell of what they once were. But girls don’t have the same pride.”

He swirled his bottle, stove-top blue eyes lazy, looking at the last of his drink storm with waves inside the green glass.

“They leave themselves behind and become someone new.” He offered a dry chuckle, and Shigaraki spotted the unsightly way his staples only barely held the split of his smile together. “It’s actually kind of scary.” He finished before downing the last gulp, setting the bottle down with a bang.

He swung off his stool, shoving his hands down his pockets, and walked away – his back turned.

“If I were you, I’d embrace it, boss. Despite what we try to believe, that shit feels best when it’s given willingly.”

Shigaraki sat there a moment longer. Long enough to get cut off by Kurogiri, who told him drinking anymore would be a bad idea.

When he got back to the room, you were sleeping again.

He stood and stared at you for a moment. 

Was this a game you were playing? Was it a joke?

You’d pulled on one of his hoodies. And upon a closer look, you hadn’t showered either… 

Strange of you to leave his cum inside you... 

But thinking back about it, you hadn’t been so distant with him for a while already. You’d been trivial – conversational – even chirpy, if he could call it that.

Was it like Dabi said? Had you reached your breaking point for loneliness, leaving him to be your only resource? Or had you accepted the circumstances and willed yourself to play along? 

He didn’t know, but the doubt stormed an upset in his mind as he lifted the covers and laid down next to you. But despite the exhaustion, the lure of sleep still wasn’t enough to make him close his eyes – he was stuck staring at you, mapping out all those qualities that make up your pretty face.

So deep in his studies, he nearly flinched when your eyes fluttered open.

A small smile graced your lips soon after. “You’re back…” You murmured, eyes softly blinking at him before you scooched closer – shimmying yourself over to him until you were all the way up against his chest, nuzzling your head against his collar with sleepy sounds of comfort. Resting there for a blissful moment before purring out a sweet “Good night~”

But he couldn’t sleep that night. Too busy listening to your soft snores – feeling the clingy way you clutched his cotton T-shirt.

He couldn’t bring himself to touch you either. For a long while – it was as though he was… scared almost. Freaked out by your doting – that way you’d hug him when he entered through the door – placing kisses on places he wasn’t used to – his cheek, his forehead, his neck, his knuckles. 

Grabbing his sleeve. “Don’t go, Tomura…” You said once when he had his hand on the doorknob and the key halfway twisted in the lock. “Please… don’t leave.”

His throat went tight. It had been like that for a while – ever since that first kiss, actually, he’d been unable to talk to you – unsure what to say.

But you hadn’t the same issue.

“You haven't touched me in a while…” You continued, taking his hand away from the doorknob in both yours, playing with his fingers – bringing it up to your face – you cuddled it like he’d not threatened you with his touch many many many times before. “Are you bored with me?” You asked instead of the obvious, keeping him at a loss for words. “Or… have I scared you away?”

You? Scared him?

Your lips brushed his fingers as one of your hands made a slow descent – making him jerk with a gasp as it went straight to cup his groin – tender yet firm, giving it a squeeze.

“Is there anything I can do to make you stay?” You said coyly, eyes doe-like but kittenish all the same, with a pouty and small smirk playing on your lips before you bit into them – brows cinching, giving him a flirty pleading expression. “Please, Tomura?” You said his name as though it didn’t belong to him. “It gets so lonely here…” You kissed his palm. “Won’t you give me a proper goodbye, at least?”

tip-jar: Kofi

narilamb through #2

lamb: hey narinder !

Narinder *hiss*

(Yes just that. Thanks for reading)

Well. The threatening display worked to quiet Lambert, just not in the way that was intended.

Scene doodle I have planned for The Rehabilitation of Death

"Yandere Shigaraki this!" "Yandere Shigaraki that!" You know what?! What if I want to be the yandere huh?!

What if I'm the one who can't get Tomura out of my head like an infectious disease, the amount I think of him becoming such an atrocious problem my skin burns yet freezing cold when not in constant physical contact.

It's just a small inconvenience... So what if the new league villain sings his praises as much as me, and the sight makes my hair stand like a threatened stray. It doesn't matter that anyone making eye contact with him starts to look oh so pretty to inagine in a cast iron skillet.

I'm not going anywhere, and I'll make sure to remind him of it every night. He has my heart squeezed in a 4 fingered prison, and I'm such a good girl he doesn't even need a fifth to keep me collared by his side. He knows I'm not leaving- he knows I belong to him. Then it should be obvious he's as much my property as I am his... right?

Of course it is! In fact, I'm sure he would be more than happy I want to posess him enough to devour anything that thinks he has room in his heart for them. Oh I can imagine it now... that adorable toothy grin when he realizes I love him so much I wont let him choose anyone else.

Besides, anyone who can't match my Tomura in bloodlust doesn't deserve to be anywhere but rotting under his palms.

Tw: mdni!!!!, kinda religious imagery I guess, PLF!tomura (calling him king and Shigaraki-sama), f!reader, makes you squirt for the first time, overstim, creampie, drabble

Devotion.

That's what it is.

When you lay beneath your king, it is a form of worship. It is loyalty.

Tomura kisses your temple and hums against your neck. Nothing feels quite like your snug walls sucking him in. The warmth, the closeness and trust.

His hands roam your body, grope at your tits and hips. He could kill you and you'd thank him. He loves that. He loves that you're not scared. He could do nothing wrong in your big doting eyes. To you, he is a savior. Usually, you look up at him but today your eyebrows are pinched and those beautiful eyes squeezed shut.

"Tomura."

He nearly misses it, his eyes widen and his lips part. You don't see his confusion too preoccupied with feeling his cock drag against your sensitive spot.

"Tomura. Tomura!"

You never called him that before. Gosh, you must be really losing it. It was always Shigaraki-sama like there is some professionalism remaining between you and him when he sees you entirely unfiltered like this nearly every night.

"Tomura," you whine and your back arches off the mattress, your nails leaving red lines down his arms. Every drag of his thick length lands right against your g spot. Not a single thrust misses today. You can't handle it. Your mind is melting.

"Am I hitting the spot?" He chuckles, leaning in to kiss your cheek softly. It is so contrasting.

You nod and sob. "Too much. S'too much. Gonna squirt– m'gonna squirt if you don't stop–"

Tomura's eyes gleam. "Why would I stop?" He whispers against your ear, kissing the shell of it and making you squirm. His hips slow, but only to pound with more precision, to pound harder into your special spot. You cry out.

"No, no, please." You heave. Your breaths become desperate gasps, your hands try to find something to steady with. "It'll make such a mess– I'll make such a mess, my king. Stop."

Tomura groans. You are so unbelievably adorable. He takes your hands, locks your fingers together and pins them down. He kisses you again even softer.

"I don't care about messy," he chuckles. "I order you."

You moan and tear your eyes open, searching for crystal clear confirmation in his. He kisses your lips, then your nose.

"Make a mess for your king, pretty."

And if he orders you, you really have no say. You do what Shigaraki-sama tells you to do. Gladly and with love. It's the only salvation you know. To serve him is to be blessed, to find meaning. You atone. And you sin. You are forgiven. All at once.

You breathe shakily, lips quivering. You want to pull him closer but he has other plans and kneels back to better see where your bodies are joint.

You babble and whimper. Clench around him and Tomura's senses are sharp like never before. You are squirming, ripping at the sheets and shaking your head from one side to the other. Your body is trying to fight it while also losing all and every control.

And then, all your devotion becomes tangible as it spills from you in the form of a warm, clear liquid. It is not quite like in porn, spraying all over - though he is sure you could do that too. It flows like an abundant stream; your love and devotion visualized and Tomura bathes his throbbing cock in it.

"Shit–" he pushes back in, your gummy walls now tighter than before. "Do it again." He says and flips you over. You hold onto his neck for dear life. He thrusts up into you and it only takes a few times for the fountain to spring again.

"Fuck," Tomura moans and leans back, losing himself in the feeling of the warm liquid running down his thighs. It is so hot, so much. The smell is sickly sweet. "Holy shit." He pants. "One more, cmon."

You wince and shake your head, you can hardly breathe. "Can't Can't Can't."

"Please," he pouts and kisses you tenderly again, travels pecks down the curve of your neck and shoulders. "Please, baby. Just one more."

He thrusts up, angling you in the right position. Your mouth is opened, your head thrown back but you make no sounds. You are rendered incapable to even hold yourself upright.

Tomura pounds up into your swollen hole until you cry out desperately. You claw at him, feeble, you are so weak, so spend.

"There you go, heh," he husks. "Make a mess." And you do. For your king. "Fucking hell."

Tomura finds it mind-boggling himself. The feeling of the heated liquid running down his skin, seeing it gush from your pussy, the way you can't control your body and how he is at fault. He loves it. It is something he can easily get addicted to. 

He cums too, deep inside your abused cunt, making even more of a mess. You'd usually say thank you but today he lets it slide.

He kisses you softly, lovingly – devoted to you just the same.

"New favorite thing unlocked," he heaves, letting out a manic chuckle, placing his lips to your shoulder. His hands caress your trembling thighs. They are shaking like crazy. It's so hot.

You whimper in acknowledgement. It's all you can do. You try to close your arms around him but you have no strength left. "I love you," you whisper, closing your eyes.

Tomura smiles, satisfied. "I know."

He is your king of course.

✋

hi! 🪐

19f! just wanted to see if anybody would be interested in a roleplay for the following fandoms...

🌟demon slayer (mainly looking for demon slayer! as im currently hyper-fixating on it.)

🌟bluelock

🌟my hero academia

🌟jjk

i've been roleplaying for a long time now, and id love to find a partner to roleplay with, and someone i can plot or chat with ooc. i love fleshing out plots, sharing ideas, as well as world building.

im looking to make friends out of my roleplay partner!

id be happy to play as anyone for u!

i am semi-literate to advanced literate and id prefer if my partner were the same!

please be okay with smut! id love to include it in roleplays. although, please don't come to me with fully nsfw related plots.

im looking for 18+ partners only! i usually play as canon characters., and although im looking to do a cc x cc roleplay, although i'm alright with a cc oc roleplay as well.

we can talk further about boundaries and anything else we are looking for to be sure that we are on the same page.

interact and ill reach out to you🌟

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I have to confess

I have another comfort character...yes Tomura isn't the only one even if he's my fav 😂✋

I also have sundrop✨ from fnaf i can't i...such a sunshine 🥺

Well..Tomura come here baby🤌✨

Who is it?💕