give me any and all of your shigaraki asks, people. i'll literally write anything. fluff, angst, smut, HARDCORE smut, headcanons, drabble, fanfics, i swear to godddd i'll do anything to put more shigaraki content into the world it's my AMERICAN BORN RIGHT.
dom tomura pressing his tiny, meek little s/o into the matress, fucking them senseless. they're covered in bruises and they've cum countless times already, their little hole sore from the abuse and hot tears rolling down their red cheeks. tomura wipes them away with his thumb, hushing them and telling them how good they're being for him.
tomura pressing his hand against their neck, one finger lifted, carefully restricting their airflow til their vision goes spotty. hand around their neck to remind them that they're his. that he's in control here. the other hand grips their thigh, holding one leg over his shoulder to bury his cock into their core impossibly deeper. their little hole so hot and tight, it's like he's taking their innocence, corrupting them all over again.
when his mouth isn't on their lips, it's exploring the rest of them while he fucks them dumb. leaving dark hickeys, bite marks, licks and kisses all across their flesh, making sure to leave some places they can't hide easily. he wants everyone to know they belong to him. he wants to show them off proudly. he wants to see their hopelessly flustered face when they're around the others and desperately trying to cover the marks he left.
tomura feels like a predator with a fresh catch. a wolf, devouring a rabbit. his quiet, skittish s/o reminds him so much of a little bunny. their cries and moans and mewls and squeals resembling that of a small mammal in the jaws of a ravenous beast. but unlike a wolf or a beast with their prey, he'd never hurt a hair on his s/o's pretty head.
just when his little darling is on the verge of breaking, tomura's thick cock trobs inside of their sensitive walls, causing them to cum one more time with a weak cry. he stops, fully sheathed inside as he fills them to the point of overflowing with his hot, thick cum. he stays hilted inside of them, twitching, panting, petting their head while the seed that can't fit inside of them coats their already sticky thighs. tomura mutters small curses and praises that make them feel warm.
he stays inside until he's soft, part of him never wanting to move again. to just bask in the comforting feeling of his darling wrapped around his cock, looking so pretty underneath him. eventually, he pulls out, a flood of cum coming with it. he cuddles beside them and wraps a protective arm around their small frame. and with his s/o in his arms, leaking his seed, all fucked out and drifting off, he's happy.
tomura shigaraki with a highkey insane s/o that also has a destructive quirk derived from their hands.
an s/o that isn't afraid of tomura in the slightest. an s/o who sees his danger as a thrill, something to be attracted to, to happily be under the threat of every moment.
tomura and his s/o interlocking hands. "we could kill each other in a second if we wanted to. exciting, isn't it?" tomura tensing, because a part of him is scared, but another part is excited. tomura tensing, because he's unsure if he should think you're stupid and pull away, or latch onto your love and grip your hands tighter.
tomura picks the latter, and he embraces your fearless grasp. because he knows that if he lets you go, he'll never have anything like this again. simply too special to let slip away.
tomura shigaraki with an s/o that takes his evil in stride, relishing in his destruction of everything. encouraging his hatred, spurring him to go farther, because his power makes them obsessed.
an s/o who would be an equal. a fellow agent of chaos that will dance with him in the ashes of society after they both burn everything down. an s/o who embraces his every flaw.
tomura and his s/o sitting in a secluded area, kissing each other while drenched in the blood of their adversaries. tomura relaxing, because the warmth of their body, their lips, the blood, brings him comfort. tomura relaxing, because their brutality brings him pride. tomura relaxing, becuase he's done overthinking, ready to simply enjoy the moment with the one he would die for.
• acts nonchalant about it, but protects it with his life
• covering the top the entire time
• eyes of a fucking hawk
• pretends like he didn't care that much even though you saw him literally hiding it under his arm until you were at your seat with your hand back on it
• he silently employed himself as toga's overseer so he has a lot of drink watching experience
• depending on your relationship, he mighttttt spike it himself with just a teensy bit of drugs. y'know, for a better time
Shigaraki
• confused
• he doesn't know why he needs to so he doesn't pay much attention to it
• you'll probably have to explain why you need your drink watched while you're in a bar or in public generally
• then after he figures it out he's even more protective than fucking dabi
• like? that's horrifying?? oh my god??? he's not letting that thing out of his sight even after you're back, he turns into a living security camera
•the masculine urge to murder anyone that even glances at your cup
Toga
• like dabi in that she pays attention while also having fun, though not nearly as mindful
• subtly guards it along with her own drink
• WILL swat hands away that get too close (only warning before they are pinned to the counter with a knife)
• mostly is the one that needs her drink watched
• your worst bet, most likely it'll get spiked anyway or some poor bastard just trying to grab a beer will have their hand sliced in half
bonus: the trio sees someone spike your drink
dabi throws the drink in the spiker's face with no explination. or, if he's feeling cheeky, he'll swap drinks so the spiker gets the roofied one and he'll say nothing.
shigaraki tells you in a low voice, "don't drink that." he sounds so serious that you oblige and get another one. when the spiker leaves, he excuses himself to follow them outside. you can probably assume what happens after.
toga knocks the drink over on purpose. "oops! sorry! i'll get you another one!" she's bad at making it seem like an accident with the way she grins and giggles, but you don't pay much mind to it. she deals with the spiker after your outing is over. she might even tell tomura and dabi about it and have them go full out on the fucker with you none the wiser that anything happened at all.
shigaraki, dabi, and toga having a 2 cold big brothers that pretend to hate their annoying little sister but if anything happened to her they would kill everyone dynamic makes me indescribably happy
they're besties and no one can tell me otherwise ‼️
Tomura licks your face out of nowhere. You might be sitting around reading a book or being in the kitchen chopping onions. He's there next to you minding his business when he suddenly licks your cheek. All of it. It lasts a few seconds going from your jaw to under your eye. Then he stares at you looking back at him with parted lips and confusion in your eyes as if you're the weird one for staring back. It's totally normal for your boyfriend to touch you however he wishes, is it not? What's your deal?
Neither of you says anything. He goes on with his day and you stay there dumbfounded for a few seconds.
CWs: pure fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint, swearing, blue hair shiggy, romanticizing a healthy skincare routine
Rating: E for everyone
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You joined the league later than the rest, but you held a very important role there - a medic. Despite your label as a healer, though, you were no less of an asset to the team as the rest of the members. You just had a certain.. fire in you. Brave, loyal, and fierce, but so gentle when you were tending to your team's wounds.
You tried to be the most gentle with your boss, Tomura Shigaraki.
He was.. tough to treat. He was avoidant of your touch. Scared of it, it seemed. Even the cold hearted Dabi let you wrap up gashes on his arms without much fight, but Tomura always flinched and tensed the rare times he accepted your assitance. The first few months of your presence, this was the case. But you didn't give up. That was something he liked about you. Your determination. He was still tense and twitchy, but slowly, he became much more agreeable with your care. Recently, he's even been putting aside Father to show you his face.
Today was rough for him. The stress of the last failed plan was tearing at him, and you could tell by the way he was scratching his skin raw. You were saddened everytime you watched his skin flake and trickles of blood fall from his scratch marks thoughout the day. But now that night was falling, you had managed to convince your stubborn boss to sit across from you in your makeshift medical bay in the base, the others not disturbing you.
"Your skin's been getting worse."
Father rested beside him on the metal table. You heard him grumble at your remark, followed by the sound of more itching.
You emerged from the bag you were rooting through, producing bandages and a small tube of cream. You stood and walked towards him with the tube and gauze in hand.
"I got my hands on something that'll help, though. the dryness and the itching."
"..Really?"
"Yes, really. It's just some carmine lotion, so it isn't too strong, but it should still help a lot."
Tomura eyed the tube curiously while you put it down beside him and reached for the alcohol wipes on your side table.
"This'll sting for a second."
You spoke softly once you brought the wipe to his neck and gently brushed his wounds. You felt him jolt and heard a small wince from him, but nothing more. It must have been a sensitive area. He avoided making eye contact. But that was quite usual for him, at least when it came to you. You applied the pads where they were needed and wrapped the gauze snugly around his neck to keep them in place.
"This should keep you from opening the scabs back up.."
You picked up the tube and unscrewed the cap, looking up at Shigaraki before you made your next move. It startled him when you looked into his eyes like that. Your eyes were so gentle, so different from how they looked in action. It always makes his heart skip a beat when they meet.
"Do you want to apply it yourself or should I?"
He took a moment locked onto your eyes, then he looked away and shrugged.
"You're the doctor here."
He tried to relieve some of his nervous tension by scratching, but he quickly put his hand back down when he remembered you had just covered those spots.
You smiled in acknowledgement. A very small smile, but a smile. He liked your smile. He couldn't place why. You squeezed some of the substance into your hands and reached for Shigaraki's face, but stopped.
".. It's okay if I touch you?"
He froze for moment. You had let him know beforehand so he wasn't startled, sure, but you had never explicity asked permission to touch him before. No one had. Maybe you could see how tense he was. Maybe you knew he didn't like to show his face, let alone have it touched. But whatever the reason, it made his breath hitch in his throat and a very brief, sharp wave of something foreign washing through his chest. The fact you cared enough to take his comfort into consideration. Of course, you were a doctor, that was your job.. but the way you had done it.. it was like you *valued* his comfort. His feelings.
He slowly nodded, closing his eyes and tensing in nervous antitipation. And your hands went to work on his cheeks first. Shigaraki could feel his heart fluttering. Your hands were warm, soft, and so, so gentle.. and gradually, he relaxed with a small exhale through his nose as he realized it was okay. As your warm fingers glided over his dry skin, he felt like he was in heaven. It had been so long since he felt such a careful touch. He hated that he liked this so much. The healing ointment your hands left behind made his skin tingle in a strangely nostalgic way. He could very vaguely remember this feeling, when his mother would apply his medications every morning as a child.. but before he could fully recall the memory, you stopped. He opened his eyes to find you with a worried expression. He realised he had been breathing quite heavily and shakily and was leaning into your touch.
"You ok? How does it feel?"
".. Better."
You smiled again, bigger this time. A smile of accomplishment.
"Good."
Then you took your hands away, and his skin was cold again. It disappointed him. He felt the urge to grab your wrists and place your soft palms back onto his cheeks. He could've stayed like that forever..
You glanced down at his hands, partially covered by the artist gloves you had given him to wear so he wasn't accidentally destroying things left and right. Then you looked back up at him.
"It's bad on your hands too, isn't it..?"
The mention of his hands made him twitch. He didn't want you touching his hands. He'd hurt you. He didn't want to hurt you
His face twisted.
"Why do you care so much anyway? I can do my job perfectly fine without all this fucking pampering."
He tried to scratch again, but grunted in frustration when he realised yet again he couldn't access his neck. His sudden biting words caught you a bit off guard, but you weren't phased. Shigaraki was unpredictable by nature, prone to tantrums and lashing out. You took a moment thinking about how to phrase your answer.
"Because you're my boss.. and my freind. And I care about you. And I don't like to watch you hurt yourself."
Your tone was both sincere and matter-of-fact. You weren't bothered by his sudden outburst at all. You never were. It frustrated him. No matter how much he tries to drive you away, you never fucking budge. But, deep inside, it made him love you all the more. he thought, and then he sighed.
"Why?"
"Mm.. I don't know. It's not like I can help it."
There was a tense silence for a moment as he bored his ruby eyes into you. Then he looked away. He always relented under your stare.
"... Fine..."
He grumbled his words, but he took his gloves off. You perked up. He refused to look at you, but he was still complying, and that's all you cared about. Really, he just wanted more of your touch, no matter what he had to do to get it.
"It's like you have a death wish."
"I'll be careful."
You reached for one of his hands, and carefully began massaging in the ointment. You took the opprtunity to explore. Running your fingers along all his callouses, finding spots his muscles knotted and gently pressing them. His nails were overgrown and jagged, and you thought about offering to cut them later. You noticed his fingers jerked away from you when your own got too close, even though he kept his pinkie curled up so all 5 couldn't touch you anyway.
You did the same to his other hand. By the time you were done... you noticed he was completely relaxed. Slouched on the table, head on his free hand, eyes half closed. Still alert.. but calm. The calmest you've ever seen him, actually. He hadn't gone to scratch once. You felt a little bad having to tell him it was now 2 in the morning and you both needed to get some rest.
"It's getting late. I should be heading to bed soon, tomorrow's another big day, remember?"
He jolted up from your sudden voice. He grunted softly in response, already missing your hands on his skin.
"It takes a few hours to fully soak in, so I reccomend you put it on after you shower."
He hid the extent of his dissapointment that you were implying this was only a one time thing, but you still noticed. You weren't stupid. Tomura Shigaraki, the symbol of fear, had practically been putty in your hands for the past hour.
".. You can always come to me if you need help applying it, though.. and make sure you're in here tomorrow so i can redress your bandages."
The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile after you turned away.
How do you think shigaraki would react to a s/o who had a dullahan (headless horseman) quirk? Basically they manipulate shadows and can turn them into weapons, shields, basically anything, they have a headless horse that they ride around on that they control and can run up the sides of buildings. They can change their horse’s form into a motorcycle or bike. They also carry their head around. If their body is stabbed it just heals in seconds. Their head is their only weakness as any damage done to it can kill them. They mostly communicate by typing words into their phone and having people read it.
that's so cool what the fuck??? oh my god???
(MENTIONS OF NSFW)
▪︎he's quite amazed and even mezmerized by the power of your quirk.
▪︎you're his queen. plain and simple. he wants to have your powerful, beautiful presence beside him as he watches the world crumble. you are his equal, and he worships you silently.
▪︎he doesn't have to worry about harming your body, so he's extremely clingy. he has his hands on you all the time in some way. having an arm around you or holding your hand in the presence of others, holding you close to him and running his hands along your body in private. not even in a sexual manner. he just loves the curves and contours of your body.
▪︎on the other hand, he's extremely careful with your head. he cups your cheeks gently when you kiss, keeping his pinkies raised even though he's wearing his gloves. he's hesitsant with your head at first, but as he becomes more comfortable he'll run his fingers through your hair and trace your cheekbones.
▪︎he loves to see you in action. his ruthless darling, so majestic on your horse, contorting the shadows around you and bending the world to your will just as you bend his heart to yours. you make him fall to his knees in surrender.
▪︎he might learn sign language for you if that's your primary form of communication. he'll sit and let you guide his hands to mirror your words. even if he communicates in jumbled, broken sign, you love it because you know he's trying.
▪︎you'll write to each other on little post it notes, sometimes just passing one back and forth like school children writing love letters, though it's just your way of conversation. through this, he finds he prefers to write things rather than speak most of the time.
▪︎since kissing and speaking isn't always avaliable, you'll start to give him 3 taps or 3 squeezes for "i love you." it takes him a bit to catch on, but when he does, he's doing it almost constantly. 3 squeezes to your hand when cuddling, 3 taps on your hip when laying together, 3 everything.
▪︎he's not nearly as protective and possessive as he usually would be with a lover, considering how well you can handle yourself. in intamacy though, you can still catch him breathing and growling small mantras of "mine."
▪︎he'll control you, and he'll let you control him. if you want to be his little doll or if you want to grab him by the horns, he'll let you do anything to him, because you're his and he's yours for the rest of time.
give me any and all of your shigaraki asks, people. i'll literally write anything. fluff, angst, smut, HARDCORE smut, headcanons, drabble, fanfics, i swear to godddd i'll do anything to put more shigaraki content into the world it's my AMERICAN BORN RIGHT.
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