Heyy! I Have A Request, Can You Show Us How Unhealthy And Toxic Tomura Is? NSFW If You Want

heyy! I have a request, can you show us how unhealthy and toxic Tomura is? NSFW if you want ✨️

TOXIC!BOYFRIEND TOMURA HEADCANONS!

A/N : okay ty for the first ask!! but imo he's not like DETRIMENTALLY toxic or physically, it's more or so the mindgames he plays and how he unknowingly does the things he does.

WARNINGS: toxic tomura, this is my first time writing him like actually mean so plz forgive, manipulation, all of..that, warnings for NSFW will appear.

he's very into guilt tripping, like actually, it's somewhat sickening at this point, he'll get pissed at just the slightest things and accuse you of hating him or intentionally doing it to piss him off.

he's the jealous kind, like really easy jealous kind, he'll slowly nitpick things about your friends until you cut most of them off of else he'll make you choose between him or them.

he never, ever says sorry, most if not all the blame is on you, he will never acknowledge that he is in the wrong and will blame the world around him for his own failure.

he's very straightforward, he will tell you what's on his mind, for better and for worse. the way he treats Kurogiri reflects on you.

the more vulnerable he gets with you, the more he begins to put his guard up, he's not used to the sensations your giving him, he'll take and take and take, barely giving anything back though.

Don't cry around him, it'll piss him off and he'll make poor half assed attempt to get you to stop, 'stop crying, it's annoying me.' or 'those tears will get you nowhere.'

if you aren't a member of the league, he will put them above you because he craves his 'rightful' seat at the throne as king of destruction, and his hate outweighs his 'love' for you.

he doesn't know how to comprehend his own emotions and will say things he will barely regret during a fit of rage, he'll blame it on you for sticking around.

all your conversations will mostly be about him, once it's about you he kind of looks off to the side and waits with a scoff.

he wants you to touch him but he'll get mad at you if you do.

he's a mess, one day he'll be praising you, touching you and even telling you all sorts of compliments before a little slip up can cause him to lose it and degrade you, say nothing but insults and berate you.

you aren't above AFO, the moment his master finds out about your little relationship (if he even considers it that) he'll break you off like your nothing to him.

his love for you is the same as how AFO loves yoichi.

NSFW AHEAD!

WARNINGS: dubcon, piss mentioned.

sex with him is honestly a hit or miss, he only mostly focuses on his own pleasure and chases his own high instead of trying to get you to cum too.

he doesn't like it when your kinks have something to do with you being on top, and in the bedroom, it's all about him, and it'll always be about him.

he'll have his orgasm, and recover for a bit, a factory reset for his body before he gets right back up to use his PC or go back to the league.

he's very demanding.

horrible in bed, since it's mostly about him it's all about what he likes, what his kinks are, and what makes him cum. he practically just humps you like a dog before he goes on his way.

aftercare, prep, praise, safewords? what's that? those don't exist for Tomura, you stop when he stops, don't want to leave him pissed off do you?

his kinks are gross, honestly. he looks like a basement dwelling NEET, so he'd probably have some freaky kinks, (mhoj2 he says alot of bdsm based lines) probably even piss if he's willing to put his trust in you that you won't snitch.

even if you do, the more vulnerable he gets he'll remind you that he can take your life any day, to keep you in a constant state of paranoia so you'll stay quiet and alongside him.

huge fan of somnophilia, he'll ask you about it and fuck you like a fleshlight while you're asleep, he's not so kinky to the point he'll have sex with you outside but, he'll indulge in it.

don't be surprised if you wake up with a load in or on you.

He gets really mad when you don't swallow, why? you think he's gross? why don't you just leave him at that point?

When you two break it off, he'll only really try and call you back for a quick fuck because he's tired of using his fist.

he'll never apologize for going overboard in bed, it's your fault you couldn't handle it.

—Ake 2024

hey so what if hear me out we bomb all for one

Tenko Shimura's ‘allergies’ and the implications thereof

I think most people always agreed that Tenko's allergies were - in some form or another - emotion-based.

Back in 235 we get the infamous "it only itches at home line" line.

It's also emphasized again later in the chapter when we see that the itching gets progressively worse after Kotaro yells at Tenko (meaning that it gets worse when Tenko is sad and/or in distress).

Back in the day, I saw a lot of people theorizing that the itch was a sign of Decay and that it was the early stages of the quirk manifesting within Tenko. But given what we know now, about AFO giving Tenko the quirk and especially when he gave Tenko the quirk, I don't think that this is the case.

We can pretty much pinpoint exactly when AFO gave Tenko the Decay quirk.

These two panels are from 235 and 419 - and I firmly believe that these panels take place only minutes apart from each other. This is also clearly the moment that AFO gave Decay over to Tenko, as shown by the small glow of his hand.

Before this point Tenko Shimura was quirkless.

Tenko got his original quirk stolen from him when he was just a baby - meaning that during the time between being an infant and being 5-years-old, Tenko was officially quirkless.

This makes a huge difference if we then look back at his allergies and why they appear.

This panel is from just before AFO takes Tenko's hand and gives him the Decay quirk. Look at his face. This boy already has irritated skin around his eyes (it looks like he's just been scratching at it too).

With the knowledge that Tenko at this point in time still is quirkless, I think it's fair to say that the allergies are not an early symptom of Decay.

It only itches at home.

Because the itching is purely psychosomatic. Because it's a stress-response/anxiety-response to the environment this young boy is forced to come home to every single day.

This boy is 5. He's 5. It's not normal for a 5-year-old to think thoughts anywhere near "does my father hate me?"

Kotaro has already put a fear in this little boy, which doesn't stop or go away as soon as his punishment does. The trauma in this boy is already so big that he thinks about these things in the moments when his dad isn't even actively scolding or punishing him.

It doesn't take a destructive quirk to cause a physical response like itching. All it takes is being constantly afraid of when you're going to be yelled at next, when you're going to be punished next, all by the hands of the parental figure you aren't sure even loves you at all.

It only itches at home.

Especially when the four walls of your house are a prison.

Did i cook

THE PRICE OF A MOMENT

warnings: angst, character death, tomura cries, english is not my first language, hurt to comfort, I didn't lie, i really like angst, but i guess I'll spare you guys and give you comfort..this time, maybe ooc? insecure tomura, vomitting, nickname 'Tomu' is used, it's cringe...

pairings: tomura shigaraki x GN!reader

it was cold, like it always was during the rainy month of july, the slight hum of the air conditioning and the quiet patter of rain outside only added to the empty atmosphere as he could head the faint ticking of a clock in his head, he didn't even own one. the room was silent, the only sounds being the faint ruffle of his body shifting against the fabric of the bed he was always so used to laying his body down on to recover from the toils of a particularly tiring day, yet he felt like a stranger to it. he writhed and desperately tried to find a position he was comfortable in to no avail. he laid on his side, hands somewhat curled up to his chest while his pale greasy baby blue hair cascaded around his scarred face, barely hiding the hideous skin formed from his fingers tearing at it at a last and desperate attempt at control.

he lay quietly dry and hopeless breaths left his lips, he stared at his partner, his sanguine eyes boring into them emptily. he has been looking, observing, drinking in every single detail he could about their face, their body, even down to the breaths that leave those perfect lips, he's been staring for hours on end, his eyes ached to finally close and to rest but he couldn't. his hands twitched as he let out a deep sigh. they were beautiful, he envied it, not because he himself wanted to be beautiful but their heart so pure and full of love for him twisted a knot into a chest that stoked the flames of his ever growing hatred, yet he could never bring himself to hate them. he let out a bitter laugh, he hated himself. he hated everything but them and it sickened him to his burning core filled with nothing but resentment for the world around him.

yet everytime their lips pressed against his, a praise echoing from nothing but the very bottom their heart and their soft and gentle hands so delicately intertwining with his own rough and calloused fingers, the same hands that have hurt so many, that have taken lives and have had blood spill on them, the hands that were supposed to bring down the lazy and inconsiderate rats they call the 'Hero Society' wrapped around theirs, every, single time they kissed the tip of his fingers up to his knuckles , whispering the reassurance that they weren't afraid of his destructive and horrifying quirk,

it made his heart race, his cheeks pink and his jaw clench, his mouth going dryer than it was before, he was disgusting, he knew that, he knew that all too well. his body littered with scars yet theirs was so..perfect. he bit his lip in envy, his fingers aching to slot between theirs, wanting to hear that bittersweet voice he hated but loved oh so much.

"I love you, so much, Tomura."

their voice echoed in his mind, he was getting antsy. he shifted over and pressed their body against his, for the first time he let himself actually properly melt against them, his face nuzzled against the crook of their neck, they smelled so intoxicating, as if just their scent alone could grant him that high that he gets from being around them, their body warm while shaky hands trembled, eager to wrap around their waist while he held a breath in his throat, his pinky hovering over the fabric of their nightwear as grit his teeth, he shouldn't care. he doesn't need to care, not for someone like them, not for someone who made him so weak.

finally, his hands sunk into their back instead, the tips of four of his fingers pressed into them while his pinky hovered. he was shaking, he's done this before but why does this feel so different? bile began crawling up his throat as his heart beat full of fear, a gag leaving his lips as he gripped them tighter, he needed them, he needed them now more than he ever did. the wretched and wiry frames of his thin body slotted so perfectly against theirs as he silently pleaded them for help, to chase away the monsters tearing at his mind, to soothe his fingers from destroying the skin that wraps around his cruel cage of flesh and bones, his heart clawed at his chest to jump into your own, seeking the warm comfort you yourself gave him.

every few nights or so he'd think, his mind would shatter to reveal a broken part of himself, one that he never got to truly destroy and reform into what he would've liked, it gnawed at him from the inside out, everytime he'd look at himself in the mirror and wonder if they're just a sick joke, how, how did they even take a second glance at him? how could they look at him without disgust gleaming through their eyes? how could they so effortlessly press their lips against is and whisper 'i love you' to him? he was a shut in, greasy and messy hair, pale and disgustingly yellow skin, sanguine eyes surrounded by skin torn by his own fingers, his attitude just as bad as his looks, yet..

they still find it in themselves to hold him, to squeeze him tight and whisper reassurance, praise and comfort into his ears, soothing the rage that burned inside of his chest, even if it was just for a little while. it made him feel..human. it made him feel...like him. as if he was made for this, not whatever master had out for him. he squeezed tighter around them, letting out a choked sigh as he felt a tear spill down onto his face, he wanted to cry, to scream to so like a little child and have them hold him, whisper that everything was going to be okay, that eventually everything will go his way just like it always has been, and it always will be.

with a silent whimper he gripped harder, letting his pinky follow along with the rest of his fingers as he gripped them tight. the faint noise of cracking began, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no—! he wanted to scream out, berate them for being so fragile against his quirk, yet his words were stuck in his mouth as he felt the once warm body against him harden and fall apart into a mess of ash on his bed. bile spilled from his lips as he expelled it onto the bed, the fluids from his stomach mixing with the ashes of the person meant so dearly— it made him scream, it made him reach up and claw at his neck and face, his heart was beating so fast it would burst out of his chest at this point. he frantically whispered demands, demands to the mix of ash and vomit on his bed that they stop playing games, that this wasn't funny and that this was all their fault that it happened, why? why did they have to get so close knowing that this would happen? as he squirmed on the bed and screamed out- begging for them to get serious— he snapped out of it.

"Tomu..?" a familiar voice whispered into the shell of his ear. his eyes shot open as he panted, he could feel his heart beat so fast in his chest it hurt as he took in his surroundings, the big 'defeat' flashing in his face on his computer screen while he felt a warm tear fall down his cheek. "You fell asleep at your computer again, you must've had some crazy dream huh?" they giggled, pressing their lips to his cheek. "Come to bed, it's cold without you."

he heard that in his dream too.

—Ake 2024

shigaraki x reader oneshot

includes: angst, pent up feelings, tomura being emo af, reader being soft, pretty sfw just some kissin :3

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tomura isn't good with his emotions.

he's clingy, angsty, childish. he wants to win everything and he ignores whatever makes him human.

so when he realizes that having you around makes him feel things, he feels sick. he wonders if he's cursed, he wonders if his past is finally coming to haunt him. they way you laugh at his jokes, the softness to your voice when you speak with him, the scent of your hair as you walk past him. he's so fucking angry with you, he's so confused and hurt and doesn't understand why.

he sits across the room from you and stares. he can't peel his eyes from you. he ignores you when you ask if he's feeling alright, he just gets up and storms off. when you knock on his door a few minutes later, he slowly cracks the door and rolls his eyes. it's the last thing he needs, to see you when all he wants to do is forget you exist.

"shiggy, are you okay? you've been staring off all night. did one of us do something?" you ask him in that same pleasantly soft voice, and it hurts his head.

"i'm fine." he avoids your eyes, but stares daggers into your socks. he picks at his nails from his sides and shrugs. you can hear everyone else from the other room, laughing and yelling at each other, and wonder if you should just go back out and give tomura his space.

"i can leave, if you want. you don't seem to want company. i didn't mean to bother." you propose, but he looks you dead in the eyes now, and in the smallest voice, replies,

"don't."

"okay." you nod and close the door behind you.

"do you want to talk about it?" you ask, and he shakes his head.

"just shut up and sit." he points to his messy bed, before shoving his piles of clothes off and fixing the duvet slightly. good enough.

"...okay." you comply, and sit. you go to speak but he cuts you off.

"y/n, do you think I'm sick?" he asks, and you look at him.

"what? that's the last thing i expected you to ask." you blink at him, confused.

"aren't you scared of me?" he asks another equally as odd question. you frown.

"if i was, do you think I'd be here?" he grits his teeth.

"yes, because you're reckless and impulsive and an idiot and i hate that." he starts, his tone annoyed.

"i mean you aren't wrong, but wh-" you try to reply, but he cuts you off.

"I'm not finished. don't cut me off." he snaps, but you nod and let him continue,

"i hate that you don't care. i hate that you laugh. i hate how you clean me up and you care for us and you're always here. every time i walk out the door i expect to come back and you're gone, but you're. always. here. you just don't leave! what is wrong with you, y/n, for you to be so stupid and naive, to care for people like us. like me. you're too soft. you're too...good. to be here." his voice cracks at the end, but his words are sharp as he speaks.

you stand and face him. his breathing is heavy, his hands shaking at his sides.

"im no better than you." your answer is simple, but it gets him to look you in the eye.

"why do you stay?" he is quieter now, like what he said before drained him.

you reach out and grab his gloved hand. he doesn't protest, but he winces. you squeeze his hand twice for reassurance, and you feel his hand untense slightly.

"because i want to." he looks to your hand touching his.

"why are you touching me?" he asks shakily.

"because i want to." you rub his hand with your thumb, feeling the roughness of his palm and the soft material of the glove.

"you aren't afraid?" he asks, his sanguine eyes blown wide from the contact. its not a new thing for you to touch him, but you don't do it often. usually only to path him up, or shove him playfully. never this...intimately.

you bring yourself closer to him and brush a strand of his soft hair out of his face. he shivers at the contact and clenches his jaw.

"are you?" you ask, and he scoffs.

"it feels like slow torture." he answers, and you're close enough to feel his breath on you.

"why's that?" you look up at him, your voice low, as if you're keeping a secret.

"because i know it's gonna end." he admits. your eyebrows raise, and you lock eyes.

"it doesn't have to, tomura." the sound of you saying his name makes him swallow hard.

"don't. don't say things like that, it pisses me off, i know it's a lie, i know you'll leave eventually and i don't want to deal with that." he pleads, his hand shaking in yours. you shake your head.

"i'm not leaving. i'm not afraid of you." you whisper now, but you release his hand and just hold your gaze on him.

"y/n. don't." he hushes, as if someone's watching. but the door is closed, everyone else is drinking and shouting still, too distracted with themselves to notice either of them are gone.

"i don't think you're a monster." you say, and it's enough for him to stop caring. his anger for you, his disdain for your stubbornness, his frustrations, all fizzle out into force, and he presses himself against you, his rough lips meet yours hastily, messily. he throws all of his preconceptions out the window as he grabs your face and kisses you. the tension that stood the few inches between you before, is swallowed up in the moment, and neither of you care. the air is heavy, your mind spinning. he tastes like sour apples and smoke, and suddenly it's all you can focus on. he smells subtly of the ocean, and you feel like you're drowning. you refuse to pull away, instead, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and allow him to consume you. his kisses are hungry, desperate even, and uncoordinated. your teeth clash together and you laugh, but he still doesn't pull away. his hands move down to wrap around your waist, his fingers trailing down your sides and grabbing and tugging whatever he can.

finally, you both pull away for a breath, and you meet his eyes. they're wide, unsure. he opens his mouth to speak, but can't find the words, so you answer his unasked question before he finds the words.

"I'm not leaving still. if that wasn't confirmation enough, we can do that again, if you aren't sure" you smile as you say it, and he nods.

"i might need to double check" he smirks, and you allow him to pull you back in, smiling to yourself as his lips plant back onto yours.

if this is how it feels to be sick, tomura never wants to recover.

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my first one-shot! be nice i lowkey suck at proof reading :3 but anyways ye enjoy some soft angsty tomu and reader, and lmk if yall want either MORE of this or others!

also im working on a full-blown fic!

i won't go into detail, but its online to irl, slow burn, kinda not enemies but two angry ppl to lovers, and its obv shiggy x reader. :) ill prob post at least snippets here, and prob on my ao3 once i have a few chapters ready to go. so stay tuned!!

thanks yall <3

TOMURA SHIGARAKI HEADCANONS! (1/3)

call me cringe but i live in my own world, okay? okay.

WARNING: spoilers, sex, OOC tomura

General Hcs, (growing up, in general and etc,)

he stinks, like i know i like to get ushy gushy talking about him but i know this man stinks atleast a little, like your telling me his room isn't stinky too? c'mon guys. look me in the eye and say he smells like red roses right now, and prove to me he doesn't have G-Fuel, Monster and redbull or some shit or even ramune in those trashbags laying around his room!

he can't swim for the life of him, i noticed in bnha smash toga and the others mostly went swimming, i think dabi did too but eh— i know for a fact AFO didn't take him to any swim lessons or to beach trips so in my head he can barely doggy paddle.

i saw someone say this but i feel like he does enjoy rain and showers because water is one of the few things he quite literally can't destroy, which is why when he runs his fingers over his scarred body, he finally feels some sort of peace even if it's just by a little.

i feel like he goes on itch or steam to look for shit games cause they make him smile a little because of how bad or stupid they are, him and spinner have done this before :3

the iconic red shoes he wears is a gift from Kurogiri, he'll never admit it but he really likes them and holds them close, especially after Kurogiri was captured and sent to tartarus, when the MLA/PLA got him a new pair it didn't feel the same.

when he was a kid he constantly asked to see AFO, especially after All Might pummeled him, doing some basic math he was around 12-13 when it happened so poor Tomura, imagine hearing that your master's face was blown in half :< (i could not care less about AFO)

the music he likes is mostly game OSTs, or some breakcore stuff, i feel like he'd like it :3

Kurogiri was mostly the one that tutored him in basic education, and speaking of, he sees Kurogiri as more of a butler than a fatherfigure (yes i know we all feel it too), he more or so sees AFO filling that role.

he's never heard AFO or Kurogiri swear, EVER. and he's a rlly big brat, one time on his gamer diet he got sick so badly he was bed ridden with like 3 diseases that could've been avoided if he just ate what Kurogiri cooked him and not chips or whatever.

—Ake 2024

OH MY GOD

HI!! this was directly inspired by @/ask-eraserhead! i'm currently trying to improve my art and get better at drawing a certain something, but other than that, this blog is purely for funzies.

ask away, and listen to Tomura's rules !!, this is based after USJ incident, and the league is here too, so they'll make apperances if requested. i apologize if his dialouge sounds weird, i kind of forgot how he talks during the time of making this TwT