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i’m like if a pervert was a sweetheart

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Wishing I had a dick so I could give (fem) Shigaraki the worst 10 seconds of her life.

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SYMBOL OF FEAR

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what do you think would make tomura go blehhh like this

god i love doodling him all cutesy and shit

tl: @addicted2tomura @shigarakisbabymama

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I was stalking and saw your "first time anal with kaiser" and I cannot stop thinking about shigaraki,,

you’d barely finished whispering “let’s try it” before shigaraki went still, red eyes flashing with something sharp and hungry. “you sure?” his voice came rough, cracking like gravel. “no backing out halfway.”

you nodded, and his smirk twisted crooked. “good. ‘cause i’m not stopping once i start.”

he took his time prepping you. he was surprisingly patient for someone who usually tore through everything he wanted. his fingers were cold, calloused, working you open with a mix of muttered curses and dark praise. “tight little thing… gonna ruin you for anyone else.”

by the time he slid in, slow but unrelenting, you were trembling. shigaraki groaned, forehead pressing to your shoulder, trying not to lose it. “fuck. you’re choking me out back here.”

every thrust was measured, almost experimental, his usual roughness edged with control. but his words stayed filthy, lips brushing your ear. “gonna keep you like this all night… won’t even need to touch your pretty pussy, bet you’ll cum just like this.” when you finally whined his name, his pace faltered, teeth grazing your neck as he rasped, “say it again. louder.”

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this was MEANT to end up being a full drawing but then i checked the time and it was suddenly 4:29 am!!!! i didnt feel like working on it later!!! so ....

i added a bunch of flowers and effects so that there would be a bit too much going on and nobody would notice that i didnt render the whole thing or that i didnt add shigaraki and it'll still be pleasing .. ish. i'm not really pleased with how it all ended up looking BUT it was a rushed doodle so it's whatever. anywayyy this is marina ... i wont yap yet but if anyone wants to know more lmk. @unlovablelover since u wanted to be tagged in it or wahteva.... there will be more when im not in the trenches

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i would like to know the characters you kin or the songs you like/relate too :D

i don't really kin characters, but i do relate to dabi (touya todoroki)...he reminds me too much of myself, hence why i avoid anything abt him

anyway here r some songs i like w some of their lyrics. if u give em a listen im gon give u a kiss on the head

(choke - idkhow / partner in crime - madilyn mei)

(a loving feeling - mitski / everyday is the best day of my life - rio romeo)

that's all thx for sticking til the end

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thinking about how tomura canonically says “comrade”

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what's considered dark here? and i mean it in the fic sense :<<<<

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oof okay having a Thought re yet another AU of ‘the one’. major character death, dark, proceed at your own risk.

what if there was never a way to change Tomura’s fate?

you’re released from Tartarus to make room for new prisoners, and you have nothing. your friends are dead or awaiting execution, because murdering Tomura wasn’t enough — they have to execute Spinner and Compress, too. to set an example for what happens to people who challenge them, even though the mere existence of the League of Villains should have been more than enough. you don’t understand why they let you out. if they wanted more room in Tartarus, they should have killed you, too.

but they didn’t, and now you’re lost in a world that never cared for you, the person who loved you scattered to nothingness on the wind. you envy him, sometimes. you say so when you talk to him late at night, sometimes shouting through your tears, sometimes so quietly that he’d have to lean close to hear. you’re free now. look what you got to miss. they can’t hurt you anymore.

within five years of your release from Tartarus, they’re all gone — Spinner, Compress, Giran, even the members of the Paranormal Liberation Front. it’s just you, now, and you’re not enough. you weren’t enough to save Tomura, and you’re not enough to make the world remember him. there’s no way to look at it other than that you’ve failed.

but you’re free, nominally. you’re alive, still. and if there’s one thing your quirk lets you do, it’s find a way.

it takes years for you to find your way to what you need, and when you do —

they never see you coming, but even if they did, they couldn’t have stopped you. you watched them for long enough. you know them too well. you have the power you needed all along, made it your own through determination and pain, and now you’re their nightmare, their monster, just like Tomura was. worse than Tomura was, because you had all the time they stole from him to think about it. you can do what they wouldn’t let him. they can’t stop you.

it doesn’t matter if you die. it never mattered. you carve a bloody path across the world, salting the earth and tainting the water, until there’s nothing left untouched, until you’ve carved Tomura’s name so deep into human memory that no one will ever forget him. and when the power you forced into your battered body begins to tear it to shreds, you find somewhere quiet to sit and wait.

you lie on your back, staring up at the sky. you turn your head to watch the sunset, the sky red and hazy with smoke from the fires that still burn, the clouds that will rain poison for centuries to come edged in tarnished gold. you search yourself for guilt out of habit, and like always, you find none. what you did, you did for your friends. for Tomura. nothing you do for them is wrong.

your body frays apart from your fingertips up, slow enough for you to choose your last words, your last thoughts. look what I did, you think. I did it for you. I picked up your dreams and carried them until I could make them real. “Wait for me,” you say, to a man who’s been dead for a long time. “I’ll be there soon.”

you think you hear his voice as it all fades away, but it’s been so long that you barely remember how it sounds. maybe it’s only a dream. you’ll take it. your nightmare is over at last, because you did it. you destroyed everything, just like Tomura wanted —

you die with a smile on your face —

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rockstar!tomura who has to dye his hair fuckass colours due to his naturally light hair. so far, it’s been blue, red and even black. during his black hair era, he was mistaken for dabi (bassist) after a gig. never again. he was literally jumped on for fuck’s sake. dabi stans weren’t to be messed with, but after that night, could they even call themselves that? he and dabi don’t even look alike. ew.

rockstar!tomura who tries to always find you in the audience. it’s packed and lights are flashing like bloody fireworks in his eyes. he has half the mind to just say your name a few times into his mic to get your attention. he knows you’re there. when he finally spots you (eleven, twelve, thirteen rows away from the stage, tucked between two friends), his blood sings.

rockstar!tomura who sometimes pretends to listen to the recommendations of the crowd during encore. he’ll nod and say oh yeah? with a cool smile to some of the more popular songs. if he’s feeling like a tease, he’ll even strum a few chords to get the crowd riled up. he chuckles knowing full well he’s not going to do them. too bad.

rockstar!tomura who instead chooses your favourite song to round up the night with. it’s a little more obscure, lesser known in the LoV discography, but your favourite all the same. when he says the title, the crowd titters (huh is this unreleased?) and starts cheering anyway. what really matters is the cheesy grin that stretches across your face when he sings the first few lines. that’s why he puts up with this shit. honestly, the crowd should know this one.

masterlist

reqs <3

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kiss marks

he loves you - absolutely, without a doubt. even so, there are still things you do that irk him to no end. is it endearing? well, maybe. but still annoying nonetheless.

for one, he hates when you wear lipstick. he hates the red stains you leave behind, how every press of your pretty lips marks him like a brand. hates how easily it smears, ruining the natural beauty of your face. don't you know you don't need things like that? all it does is make a mess.

not to mention, they're a pain to clean off his skin. it'd be easier if he asked for your help, but you know how he is. he settles for grumbling after every kiss mark, muttering under his breath about having to scrub his already sensitive neck just to get rid of it. being the considerate partner you are, you decide to make things easier for him.

the next day, you buy transfer proof lipstick and immediately put it to test.

"tomuraaaaa!" you beam as you entered his room, met with the sight of him jolting in his seat, lost in playing some type of game you don't quite understand. he clocked that sly look on your face. it's adorable but he knows better than to trust the big grin you present - paired with your bright, reddened lips.

"whatever you're thinking, don't do it. i swear to fucking god y/n - don't you dare!"

but you have no mercy for the likes of him, a high pitched giggle escaping your lips. with a jump, you pounce, landing on his lap perfectly. smacking your red lips together, you nuzzle into his neck and begin peppering kisses along his skin. he groans, already exasperated, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes as if each kiss burned his skin.

"fuuuck, y/n - you're gonna stain my neck again!"

you silence him with a finger to his lips, your grin never faltering.

"maybe you'd wanna check first, hmm?"

he raises an eyebrow at your words, exhaling an unamused huff before swiping two fingers across his neck. when he brings them to his line of sight, he pauses-

oh wow.

no stain.

his eyes meet yours again, noticing the expectation in them. you bat your lashes at him, trying to gauge the reaction he's holding back. for a moment, he... doesn't actually know what to say.

because truthfully, he actually likes being marked by your kisses. no, not like - he absolutely loves it.

no matter how much he says he hates it, how hard he tries to scrub his neck clean, the residue always lingers. and when he finds it, he remembers just how much you love being affectionate with him - and it makes him hide his face somewhere soft, melting internally.

it took him a good minute to realize you were still on his lap, waiting for a reaction with an impatient frown and annoying pokes to his cheek. he caught your hand in his, glaring at you - only to soften his gaze the moment his eyes landed on your lips.

"...keep using the old one," he finally said after a while, burying his face into your shoulder, arms wrapping tightly around you.

"but-"

"no buts. just shut the fuck up and do it."

"... fine."

you close your eyes, smiling into his hair, arms circling his waist as he holds you tighter. even if he won't say it out loud, his grip says more than enough - after all, actions speak louder than words.

he likes your kisses.

especially when they mark him as yours.

a/n : hi hello sorry the end is abrupt i did intend for this to be looonger but my brain no no wanna work anymo :( i sleep now, ok?

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Can i pleasee get something where the reader is an anxious person and even though their relationship is good they sometimes tend to get anxious over if tomura really loves them or not. Cause in all honesty something could be so great but my inner monologue would be cursing to me😭😭✊✊

quit it !

Tomura x Anxious!Reader

♥︎ there's zero doubt about his love for you, and he has no doubts about your love for him. the problem wasn't the relationship nor him - then, was it you? you weren't sure, but you definitely felt that way.

♥︎ how many nights have you stayed up, mind reeling with insecure thoughts revolving around him? too many to count. always with the same old questions: out of all the people he could love, why you? what's keeping him in love with you? would he still love you if you were a worm? the last one was a joke, but still - on those nights, you'd turn to face him, sleeping peacefully with soft snores escaping those parted lips every now and then. you'd always feel guilty and turn your back on him once more, trying to sleep off your worries.

♥︎ he caught onto your behavior pretty quickly. how could he not? it's hard not to notice how often you avoided his loving gaze (though it looks more like he's glaring) and how you always had your guard up around him. what were you doing this for? he couldn't think of any other reason except that you were scared of him - and he didn't like the idea. not one bit.

♥︎ he approached you silently, forcefully dragging you away from the conversation you were having with spinner and toga to talk about it with you. after a few steps, he lets you go only to push you against a wall, crimson eyes glaring you down demanding an explanation. he didn't need to hold you to keep you in place - his intense gaze alone was enough.

♥︎ when you looked up at him with guilt in your eyes, he can't help but soften - he lets out a sigh, lowering his face so he could meet you eye to eye. he asks all the important things:

"are you scared of me?"

"what? no, never!"

"do you still love me?"

"of course!"

"then why are you avoiding me?"

♥︎ when you went silent, he wasn't sure what to expect. he just prepared himself for whatever you had to say - complaints, insults, whatever really, as long as it meant he would know the reason behind your avoidance towards him.

"i...i just think you don't deserve someone like me."

"...haa? the fuck is that supposed to mean? you think you're so good? is that it?"

"no no no! i didn't mean it like that-"

"make sense of it, then."

♥︎ so you did. you explained from the beginning to the end, about how you've been burdened with thoughts about not being good enough for him, becoming the very thing holding him back - he listened to every word, but did he believe any of them? fuck no. he looked at you like you were crazy for even having those thoughts in the first place.

♥︎ when you finished your talk, he sucked in a deep breath and exhaled without a single word. then, he gave your forehead a light flick - not enough to hurt, just enough to snap you out from your nonsense.

"next time, just ask me 'bout it. i don't care how many times i gotta reassure you, don't ever think it's okay to avoid me just 'cause your head's telling you the wrong things."

"but...."

"no buts. from now on, only believe what i say and not those thoughts you have. now, c'mere and let me tell you everything i like about you."

"...only like?"

"...love, but you know what that word does to me."

taglist: @addicted2tomura @allfortomura

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hi...reiki doodles again...ok..? not much...but it's ok...ok..?

she's crashing out cuz someone stole the bottled lemon tea she chilled in the fridge...ok?

intense judging...ok?

tl: @addicted2tomura @shigarakisbabymama @b0la-very-fresca

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HIIIIIIIIII im back to mg nromal!!!!!!

i lied im not i js like to pretend

been thinking abt tomura a lot. and been paining a lot too

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giggling cuz plf tomura is there

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my arm hurts but it's not my dominant arm that hurts so i should still be able to draw what i want but unfortunately the pain is too much it actually affects my other arm too

hallelujah!