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18+ only | Roleplaying Blog | Shigaraki Mun

[fivefingerdustpunch]

•\/•| I don’t get it…

Gonna update this damn thing eventually.

#Fivefingerdustpunchstarter (for starters)

18+ Private Roleplay for Shigaraki.

#MunShiggyHeadcanons

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Will tag triggers if applicable.

#rules (Go to this tag please)

Let’s get along nicely,

shall we?

...You some kinda freak?|•\/•

[beware-thecrow]

The wicked saint of unholy hands. Since lovely @saintdabi posted this the other day, i took it pretty personal hashahsahs.

Dabi’s version here. (please, click on it, my canvases are usually pretty humongous with lots of details) and i love this idea, so i’ll probably obsses about it and do like a ton of them because that’s the level of drama i am.

[shibaraki]

Sarah addison allen / Yves Olade / Stephen Guirgis / Yves Olade / Emily A. Duncan / Junifer Shute / Margaret Atwood

[warship005]

Spinner: We've all made mistakes.

Spinner: I thought disco was coming back...

Spinner, about Shigaraki: He started a war.

[fivefingerdustpunch]

Now, accepting auditions and or messages from Dabi-Muns.

Minors DNI, 18+ only!

I’m picky, selective, and if you’re simply writing p*rn or s*xual prompts? I will not be obliging you at this time.

- A Dabi for the blog that is willing to send paragraph style posts and meet basic expectations.

- And/OR a second Dabi who’d like to audition for a Dabi Discord position on Villains Server.

- For the blog, I’m searching for a Dabi more so in the/for the future. (I’d really like to avoid my previous situation).

I’m still healing from that previous situation, but I would like to make a new friend/meet a mun with shared appreciation for the character.

- Shipping or shipping with Shigaraki is NOT necessary, but otherwise is encouraged.

Thank you for all who’ve listened, spread this around, and I hope to meet a good mun/human who won’t disappoint. Muse should be important, but the soul is far more telling.

Please send a DM or an Ask if you are interested, I promise I won’t bite. 🖤

- Fivefingerdustpunch AKA- Shiggy

[maryn-jpeg55]

Just my little meow meow he do no wrong

[fivefingerdustpunch]

From this moment on this mun will not be writing anything suggestive on this blog, or anyone I have not been roleplaying with for a long-time/grown to trust.

I don’t appreciate, being used.

I don’t appreciate being someone’s little toy.

And my Shigaraki is gray-ace.

I don’t see this being an issue. But I’m making it very clear. No.

Thank you.

[musingmeme-blog]

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

[fivefingerdustpunch]

Shigaraki doesn’t exactly smoke, nah. He’d just share one with Dabi once in a while if the man was on em.

However, there’d be nights he misses a certain warm metallic tang of lips. The cigarette, a joint, shotgun, shared between them for some high times.

Yeah, he’d love doing that stuff, but, only with a specific fire user.

[fivefingerdustpunch]

This early morning is brought to you by: random fucking ship brain rot that I can’t dismiss because I’ve read things and I’m a pissy bitch who can’t find his whole muse rn—

Shigaraki would just about never, ever, collar Dabi—?! Are you out of your god damned mind—? I just saw artwork even that’s making me cringe?!

And dabi didn’t look happy one bit. God dammit. No…

I can think of ONE instance and that is if Dabi suggested it, and Shigaraki could do so without harming him? Just the burns and fabric in such a place? No… no I don’t think it’d be like the shit I’m seeing in any case. Ugh My eyeball is twitching I’m annoyed. It’s just the collar— especially— maybe it’s my own refusal. Yeah—

[130186]

Naeem Khan Fall 2014

[deviika]

Jane Austen // Bao Phi

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

Gorgeous Tomura Shigaraki cosplay 😍😍😍 by King Decan on Twitter @MihaelGraham or Instagram

[dicennio]

Heroes and villains both thrive on violence, but we’re still categorized. “You’re good.” “You’re evil.” That’s how it is!! Symbol of peace? hah! In the end you’re just a tool for violence, made to keep us down! and violence only breeds more violence

happy birthday my dear @jiofreed  ♡

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@fivefingerdustpunch​ asked: 💋 //  everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. 

sanctified with the fire of him unmatched by all else dabi knows they’ll quickly fall for the next instance of soft, sweet ‘n too fucking close for comfort. more than they allow another t’ be when feeling compromised by unnecessary emotions, ashamed of them more than afraid t’ let them in, accept them for what they were. reminders, no less, the tug and pull of memories that pang inside their head and make breathing to be a chore in shigaraki’s vicinity – 

where distance was much preferred due to the overwhelming heat of their own hands / wrists / arms all the way to dabi’s chest where it may burst; smoke twirlin’ from the corners of their mouth enough an indicator for possible threat and the danger of burn-marks left on chapped lips. 

dabi kisses him, anyway, a lot less urgent and hateful than oftentimes before; not soft, not gentle, it’s still very much dabi but at least it’s a form of physical affection.

[fivefingerdustpunch]

What were they talking about again?

Oh yeah.

It was about some sort of game they both played as kids, a video game, one they could play at an arcade and at home. Pretend they were cowboys, or gangsters, mafia bosses or something?

It always had a two-player capability, used to cost only a few hundred yen. Shigaraki had a Damn good aim on him now.

“Whatever, I would have been your player two…”

Tomura had said.

When they shoot up into his orbit, Shigaraki is pulled into him; gravitational pull as hot as the sun itself.

Boiling up around his cheeks, melting point he didn’t know existed. Like azure flame, destructive down to his spine, down like the cleansing flames to the soul.

Gasping.

Inhaling.

Addicted.

Like the sweetest tobacco, and it’s him; his fix, the one he barely can hide anymore. His own league rolling their eyes when they disappear into the nearest bedroom, flat surface, couch.

Like a thief for those kisses, soul stealing, devilish grin wrapped around the tug of tongue, beneath eyes dark as night. A hum, dragged out of the deep, murky, depths within. Their taste and his own, mingles, and it’s his new favorite, a threat like paradise on his lips. His.

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fivefingerdustpunch​:

A well-placed squint up at Dabi, if he wasn’t aching so badly; if he wasn’t so wild and aching for him, he’d have made some snotty retort.

Instead, Shigaraki grips their hips as best he can, careful placement of his fingers. And it wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last, swiping his slender pink tongue up the underside of their cock. Suckling at the tip, curious of their taste, before sliding his mouth over the most of him.

“Ahh.”

Needy gasps, devolve into throaty moans while he takes his time to savor them and sheath around the girth of them. Metal, salt, and heat and Shigaraki just as with all things he wants?

He aspires for more.

Keep reading

[fivefingerdustpunch]

He never had a preference, it just wasn’t his style to form attachments to things. Especially just the forms of them, bodies, hair, eyes, skin, all could die.

All could melt before him, he wouldn’t care, nor for the life of him.

But for this one, he would.

For his crew, it meant anything they could need or want.

So what if his heart is wrapped in a leash and tied to a scarred wrist, the one in his hair and attached to fingers that made him melt and sigh with the gentle cadence.

A shudder down his spine, scooting closer to the edge as he doubles down on his efforts. Moaning so loud when thrusted into, eyes blown wide for just a moment to look up at blue ones. Cheeks flushed dark enough to match his own eyes.

He lifts off of them for just a moment, stroking them in place to catch his breath for merely a moment. Something sensually sinister in how he smiles at the other man,

“Mine.”

Cupping his long hair back and sliding back down over them, and losing his mind when the taste hits the back of his tongue. Tomura knows one thing, and it’s that no one else can make his body react like this. The very thought of him, could.

So tasting them; sucking and humming around them made something white hot boil at his core. Enough for his legs to tremble, hands to shake.

[beweep]

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