shigiraki tomura (original) (raw)

Anonymous asked:

Short fic for Shigaraki w a male reader pls who’s quirk is the ability to negate the quirk of anyone they touch? So not only are they extremely useful in battle against heroes who over-rely on their quirks, but the reader is the first person who can comfort Shigaraki and cuddle him close without fear of disintegration? Love you and your work and as always...fuck the worthless washing machine.

Anonymous asked:

Can I please get a fic for AFO with a G!N Reader who was one of his earliest and most loyal supporters when he started building up his criminal empire, was given a longevity quirk by AFO, along with the powerful gravity based ‘crushing’ quirk he was born with, and now is one of Shigarakis’ most valued and powerful allies?

Anonymous asked:

Ok this may be a bit far fetched or much, (so if you don’t wanna do it it’s fine) but how would Shig, twice, and (if you feel like it) the men of the MLA react to their s/o having nipnop/nether region piercings

Anonymous asked:

feeling silly so how would the LOV guys react to an s/o who loves to pat their butts when passing by?

I drew Shigaraki tonight:)

Anonymous asked:

🙈 Any chance you can write about Chisaki, AFO and Shigs with a sassy s/o?

Thank you so much!

Anonymous asked:

okok how about an Adult(tm) request for me and ur other dom-top followers- could we get the reader fingering/overstimming Shigaraki to help him forget how much pressure he's under? I know that man is under so much stress, he deserves to be taken care of <3

(ofc if ur not super comfortable with writing the action then maybe just a lead-up to it happening or taking care of him afterwards?)

(Another release from the drafts. Some Shigaraki fluff I wrote while listening to Rises the Moon by Liana Flores)

~Bath~

Originally posted by whom-the-hell

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

The sun hung low in the sky, evening serenity flooding from the gaps in the window screen as the crickets and frogs began their cacophony of sound.

You didn’t mind.

The chill of fall air seeped into the quiet bedroom as you silently rejoiced in the passing of summer’s heat. Your eyes slowly scan along the walls as you wait for the LED lighting to shift from red to blue and then back to green again. From beside you he begins to stir beneath the thick blankets. This would be the 5th time in the past hour. You waited as he slowly sat up and stared, his eyes adjusting to the ever darkening room as the sun continued to set. He looked at you and frowned. “I can’t sleep…” You nodded and reached to gently caress his cheeks. You sighed feeling ever single scar, bump, and wrinkle etched into the skin of your lover. All obvious flaws nothing to scare you away from him like he’d long ago prayed for to happen. No more words exchanged between you before you let him go and walked to the bathroom. You began running water while he watched your form from his spot on the bed. The steam from the tub fogs up the old bathroom mirror while you add various soap petals and Epsom salts to the water. You watch as the watercolor changes to a soft milky blue. Once the tub has filled to your desired height, you turn the water off and watch the finally few drops leak from the spout. You slip out of your clothes and turn to stare at him. No words still said but everything understood between the two of you when he slowly gets out of bed and begins to strip as well.

He joins you in the bathroom and stares for a moment more before stepping into the tub carefully. The water is too warm, it stings his skin but he endures it until he gets adjusted to the temperature. You climb in behind him and he gets adjusted to the space between your legs. He only hopes you contribute the pink dusting his cheeks to the heat of the tub rather than the flow of emotion from seeing your naked form. He’s seen it a million times but it never fails to make his heart jolt right out of his chest. It’s for the best that he was facing the wall rather than the opposite.

You began massaging shampoo into his hair and scalp. He shivered at your motions, feeling your fingers get into every space he usually didn’t take the time to scrub himself. You carefully detangled his hair while he took in the clean scent of the water around him. His fingers played with a single soap petal, rolling it around in the water until it dissolved beneath his ministrations. He took a deep breath and tightly shut his eyes when he felt water rushing over his head. As you washed the shampoo away he shivered a bit. When finished you massaged his back until he’d slowly leaned into you. Red irises glistened looking up at you as he relaxed into your chest. Before too long his lids became too heavy to hold up.

Visiting more family tomorrow so I’m turning it in early. I leave you with this thing I made.