Chr1sk0 - Kiko/ Chris/Chrisko

The league after a long morning mission.

Shigaraki: “Finally, lunch time.”

Shigaraki, pulls a bottle of whiskey out of a paper bag.

Dabi, pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

Mr. Compress pulls a single black coffee out of thin air.

Spinner asleep on the ground clutching a Monster energy drink.

Twice, pulls a turkey sandwich out from his dinosaur lunchbox. “I think we misunderstood lunch time.”

Toga, eating an Oreo cookie and shrugging. “I think Spinner has the right idea.”

You know what? Fuck it.

This:

I made this out of clips from My Hero Ultra Impact. Sorry if it's cringe.

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I CANT GET OVER HIS SMUG LITTLE SMILE 😭😭 someone endm e eee!!&!1!/!!/!!!/!!:!:!

Obedience Training

Part 1

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Shigaraki x Female Reader

SMUT NSFW 18 +

OK my first story. Any feedback would be appreciated. Also big thanks to @shigatomu and @krystalwithakay for advice and help with grammar and punctuation.

Shigaraki sat on the old torn couch, legs propped up on the long wooden table in front of him, staring off into space while his mind wondered. Not to killing All-Might or becoming the next leader, no, his thoughts were on you. Always you.

Ever since you had joined the league he couldn’t get you out of his head. You had taken up permanent occupancy there and it was driving him mad. Your image was rooted in his mind. Thoughts of you constantly playing on repeat.

You had become a want, a need, an obsession. Something he had to possess, to own. You would be his. He was sure he would snap any minute if he didn’t have you. The longing was too much. The constant hunger to have you, the desire to feel your soft skin under his fingertips. His hands running down your body, over your curves, up your thighs, finally ending between your legs where your tight entrance waited. He was desperate to have your body pressed to his and hear your moans as he plunged into your dripping heat.

What would you sound like as he slammed into you, he wondered. Would you cry, moan, tremble? He would make you scream his name, mewl in pleasure, and whimper in pain.  He wouldn’t be a gentle lover.

He would leave his marks and bruises all over you. A show of his ownership. You wouldn’t be able to walk for a week when he was done. He wanted you to wither under him, to be his, only his.

A toy for him to play with that he would break. A pet to tame and obey his every command, fill his every need. You would know your place, which was on your knees before him or beneath him legs spread wide. His personal fuckdoll. God, what your mouth would feel like as he rammed his cock down your throat.

He just needed to get you alone. The day seemed to start out perfectly. The rest of the League was away dealing with something he couldn’t be bothered to remember and it was just you and him.

It was perfect. There was no one to interrupt him. No one to distract or interfere.

“Huh, of course you wouldn’t be willing,” he thought to himself, “why would she want me?”

His hands reached up to his face, touching his scars around his eyes, up his forehead, and reminding himself of something he’d prefer to forget. In his mind, he was a scarred up freak with cracked, dry lips and facial scars that no woman would want. Why would you want him?

You were gorgeous, witty, smart. You could have any guy. Not that it matters, not anymore. His need was consuming him. You would be his. He would never let you go.

The number of times he had crept into your room at night, looming over you as you slept dreaming peacefully. You looked like an angel and he was a demon waiting to ruin you. His large calloused hand reached down, pulling the covers off you to gaze at your body. Fuck, just the thought alone made him instantly hard.

The swell of your breast under your skimpy cotton top, the hard buds of your nipples showing through. The way your hips fanned out from your small waist your plump ass just begging to be spanked, grabbed.

Fuck- he needed you on all fours, He could just see it, you with your ass in the air and your head down begging for him to stop, or maybe you’d be into it and want him to go faster. Maybe you would enjoy the pain of being taken deeply from behind. He will not hold back with you.

But unfortunately for him, that day threw a curve ball at him to ruin everything. One of your friends needed you and instead of hanging out at the hideout like every other fucking day, you left. The thought brought a scowl to his face, frustration growing in his chest. A growl rising in his throat.

So now he was alone, alone with a growing hard-on and a failed plan. He hated not getting his way. His fist clenched at the thought of what he could have been doing right now, anger coursing through his veins.

He should be teaching you how to please him. How to be a good girl for your master. “Fuck,“ he growled out as he let his hand travel to his pants palming his growing erection through the fabric. Images of you played in his mind.

He wanted to hear his name pour out of your cute mouth in that sweet voice of yours. To taste the wetness of your tight cunt, his large hands holding you in place as he set a fast rough pace, slamming into you as you cried from the pain and pleasure of it all.

Dipping one hand beneath the waistband to grip his thick shaft. Pre-cum already leaking from the tip. He closed his eyes and became consumed by his fantasy, imagining your delicate hand instead of his own. Thinking about how tight your velvet channel will feel. Those luscious lips wrapped around his twitching cock.

He was so close. He could feel it. The tension tightening in his balls. Just a few more strokes and he would have been done, getting a temporary relife when all of a sudden a loud bang startled him bringing him out of his fantasy. His head snapping towards the cause of the noise, anger clear on his face, hand flexing ready to decay whoever disturbed him.

What he saw only made him smile that maniacal ear-to-ear grin.

There you were in all your beauty - his wet dream walking.

“Stupid fucking idiot,” you grumbled as you threw your keys down on the dusty counter. Apparently your friend had pissed you off so much you came back to the hideout early. You looked up, noticing your boss.

“Oh! Hey, Shigaraki! I didn’t think you’d be here,” You chirped as he discreetly removed his busy hand from his pants, grinning widely at you.

“Hello, little kitten,” he rasped.

You were taken back by both the nickname and grin. That grin sent shivers down your spine. How was such a crazy grin sexy? And oh, that voice of his made your knees feel like jelly. You shook your head, clearing out such thoughts. Your fight or flight instincts were whispering for you to retreat. And what was with him calling you kitten?

“Day not going as planned, princess?” he croaked out, getting to his feet as he turned to face you; His arousal more than noticeable. Your eyes widen at the large bulge in his pants realizing just what you walked in on.

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Let me know what you guys think. I really enjoyed writing and look forward to part 2 if anybody want it. I’m new to fanfiction so be gentle. Thanks again for reading.

#OUR SAVIOR #tomurashigaraki

Fake anime scene of a panel of Shigaraki

Better quality + audio

The panel in the manga

Imagine if AFO visited the facility where all the children were being kept. Where Touya was in his coma.

Imagine he took Tomura with him.

Tomura would talk to the strange, sleeping boy in the hospital bed. Talking about his past. Talking about things he could never talk about with AFO.

“I wanted to be a hero.”

Touya wakes up, remembering everything the voice said— but not knowing who the voice talking to him was.

The years pass and Tomura and Dabi meet. Slowly over the time they spend together in the League of Villains, they realize who the other is.

Dabi approaches Tomura.

“I wanted to be a hero too.”

Y'all go crazy with this 🤸

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Audio that fits the vibe. Literally was listening to this while I was drawing this ✨✨🤏

MY VILLAIN ANIMALS FAIR (2025)