sugoi-and-spice
A Spicy Shigaraki Simp
🌶️ Call me Spice! 🌶️ She/Her | 26 | Always Bi, Often Drunk. Writer & Artist for 2D Baddies. Warning! This blog contains Problematic Content and Spoilers. 🔞 Minors DNI 🔞
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Coworker left a bunch of flamingo pens on my desk.
I put them here so Overhaul can be with his people.
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Happy birthday spice!! You are and will always be one of my favorite writers❤️
Awww thank you Nonny!! That is seriously music to my ears!! TT_TT
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But where on the shelf will he go?!?!
Husband got me the "quit your school, join my emo band" pop for my birthday and I'm so excited.
Get you a man who feeds your obsession with other feral little men.
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Husband got me the "quit your school, join my emo band" pop for my birthday and I'm so excited.
Get you a man who feeds your obsession with other feral little men.
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Can't believe that Deku isn't broccoli
gsudgdh the context of this page is that a villain known as vitamin omega turned them all into vegetables and afo got turned into a plum known as afoplum and we also have shigacorn, all carrot, dekutato and pinechapple
you may be asking why did he turn afo into a plum and not a potato, it's that hori's nickname for afo has always been "pickled plum head", he had a tarturus guard refer to him as that before too
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Shigaraki is a missionary man you can’t tell me otherwise.
He likes the whole power dynamic of putting you on your back and being on top, crowding into your personal space, giving you nothing else to focus on but him. Does he like the other positions? Sure. He’s not exactly going to turn down sex.
But his favourite is you pressed beneath him, panting, gasping. He loves being smug about how you ‘had so much to say before’, and watching as embarrassment forces you to hide your face in his shoulder. He likes your faces being so close, noses brushing and foreheads touching. He likes your sounds in his ear, the messy, yearning kisses that you give him. He likes being able to hide his own face in your chest when he’s about to cum, and the way your hands move over his body and your legs lock around his hips to keep him inside.
He’ll act like missionary annoys him because he has to do all the work, and like the only reason he agrees to it is because he wants to see you squirm (which is also true). But ultimately, shigaraki craves missionary - he craves the intimacy of it all.
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im curious what happened after mc and tomura made love- did they speak a word to eachother, was there aftercare, or did they just knock out right away?
Oh they definitely knocked out right away. Aside from the sex, that was a whole lot of emotional labor they just endured. They were effing exhausted by the end of it.
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For the last two weeks, every day after work, my husband has been playing Persona 3 Reload on the PS4, and I have been playing Persona 3 Portable on the Switch.
Every day.
Sitting on the couch next to each other.
Playing the same game.
Separately.
#in case anyone was wondering what introvert nerd marriage looks like#were two halves if a whole idiot#spice chats
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Tomuras fidget toy is Mcs breasts
Anon, the way I just choked on my fucking coffee- 🤣🤣🤣
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for the love of god
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The absolute audacity for Horikoshi to do this on Tomura's birthday.
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Holy fucking shit guys, MHA Chapter 419.
I am officially shooketh.
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Chapter Twenty-Six - The “Single” Life
Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?
CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny
A/N: Thank you all again for your patience, kind words, and support while I worked on this chapter. It makes me really excited to bring this story over the finish line.
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She woke up first, her internal clock set to the ass crack of dawn due to years of early morning swim meets. Usually she’d greet an early morning like this with a middle finger and a groan as she buried herself back into the abyss of her covers. But today, she was kind of glad she woke up early.
After all, how often was it that she actually got to see Tomura Shigaraki asleep in her bed?
It was a shame that he had so much trouble sleeping — for a lot of reasons of course — but right now, she couldn’t help but think it was especially tragic due to how cute he looked asleep. The handsome details of his face, that were typically so hidden by his anger — those long lashes, full lips, well-defined jawline, and of course that wonderful little beauty mark — they were glowing now under the soft light slipping through her curtains. He was so at peace, not a furrow in his brow or a frown line in sight. So natural, hugged by her valley of fluffy pillows and blankets. Surrounded by comfort.
She decided to take the risk of moving some of his hair out of his face, those surprisingly soft locks curling delightfully around her fingers. The palm of her hand brushed against the skin of his cheek, awakening her to another discovery. The skin around his cheekbones was actually surprisingly soft, not dry and crusted like she’d always assumed. Just raised from the scarring, from a lifetime of self-abuse.
It was incredible to think about. In just a day, so many of her preconceived notions about Shigaraki — the texture of his skin, the idea that he’d never apologize, the selfishness she so deeply associated with him — it was all proven so incredibly wrong. And it had her realizing just how little she truly knew about Tomura Shigaraki.
And how excited she was to learn.
He stirred awake then, and she found a brand new favorite look on him. His dazed, dreamy expression as he slowly came into consciousness. Eyes fluttering open, lips smacking gently to regain some moisture. A moment of disoriented wonder as he recognized that he wasn’t in his own room. But then a contentedness settled in its place as he realized that he was more than okay with the room that he was in. He happily buried himself back into the bed as he found some still half-asleep comfort in the covers.
She smiled, burying herself back under the covers with him, nuzzling her forehead just inches away from his own.
“Sleep well?”
“Yeah…” he breathed, dreamily.
Then suddenly his eyes snapped wide open, the realization hitting him hard. He shot up to a sit with a speed that made her jump a little.
“Woah! What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting up to meet him.
“What time is it?”
“Huh? Well uh…” she took a quick look at her phone, “Like 6:30?”
He looked down at the covers, at himself in the covers, and really just tried to take that in.
“We… slept through the night?”
She smiled a little sadly at the utter disbelief in his voice. The idea that sleeping through the night was not normal for him.
“Yeah,” she said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Yeah, we did.”
Shigaraki looked back at her, and sobered from his shock quickly as he took something else in from the situation. They’d had sex last night. No, not just sex. If there was such a thing as making love, Shigaraki couldn’t believe it was anything else then what they’d done. They’d shared their feelings (however indirectly). Shared sacred details of their pasts. Held each other close and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. What they’d done together last night was different than anything else before. It was real. It was something they had to talk about.
But that neither was really ready to.
His sense of security and comfort went as soon as it came when he realized that.
God, what the fuck had he done?
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