#and I just saw fanart of shigs and he’s so skinny. but I automatically knew he WOULDNT pull some shit like that

[cloudyyangel]

Reader is bigger than Shigaraki but really, who isn’t?

tw: body size. ~600 words

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His clothes don’t fit you; not even that hoodie he wears to swallow and hide himself. You’re bigger than him, bigger than most, and know to keep your own shirts laying around. It’s nothing you aren’t use to- honestly you don’t mind. But Shigaraki does. He’ll pout from the bed as you hunch over to try and find your shirt, his own being flung to the side without a second thought. It pisses him off. He offered his own shirt, offered to give up one of the few items he truly has to you. You didn’t even consider putting on his shirt- just dismissed him with a light laugh and kiss to the forehead before scouring his room. He knows the two of you are different. Shigaraki is...small in a way. He may have the grandiose nature of a king but not the build. He’s lanky- all skin and bones and harsh scars. Shigaraki is not warm, there’s nothing smooth about him, and he hates it all hates himself while you...are the complete opposite.

Warm soft skin, smooth to him no matter what imperfections there are, and so so plush. He could fall into you- sink down where it’s safe where he’s safe and stay there through anything. His shaking fingers sink easily into you hips when he pulls you to him after a long day apart. His mouth eagerly bites into the flesh of your thighs, getting a mouthful before sucking harshly. Even your cheeks are traced and squeezed lightly as his half gloved hands roam your body. It embarrassed you at first- how needy and touchy he was- is. He can’t help it, it’s your fault, for being everything he’s never had. He’s relentless in his advances and only huffs at you when you try to dissuade him with gentle protests and redirecting actions. The day he finally finally pulls you into his lap has you babbling about how big you are and pointless other excuses that make him livid (who put those thoughts into your head? When has he ever been anything less than obsessed with you and worshiped your body? Stop worrying about what others have said or thought when he’s right there). When your weight settles into his lap, arms around his neck and stomach squished between you two, he feels whole. He buries himself in you- head shoved into the crook of you neck, your thighs straddling his lap and spilling over his legs, gloved hands resting against your back until he’s so thoroughly consumed by you. You’re so goddamn warm against him, and he swears he can feel every fiber and vein and beat of your heart within him. It’s overwhelming- your entire being. He’s only known sharpness, pain, loss, and so much more throughout his life. He needs you- needs to feel your skin and fat and heartbeat because it reminds him of the fact that you’re here. You’re here with him and he lov-

He snaps at you one day, not because he means too but because he’s still learning through his impatience. You’re taking too long just hurry up and get dressed (although he would give almost anything to stay like this, in the afterglow of one of your countless nights together, watching you search naked around his room) He throws a shirt at you and tells you to put it on- he doesn’t have all day to wait around ya know. “This isn’t mine Tomura.” You reply easily, immune to his snaps and growls by this point. “No,” he snaps again, “it’s mine. Put it on.” That old embarrassment at his insistence creeps back in. You know this game, when friends would insist you could fit into their shirts after a sleepover or when the department store worker would insist you just try on the one size too small jeans. You’re about to protest again and unfold the plain shirt to hold it up to your body, show him just how small it is. It keeps unfolding. He’s never worn this before. Shigaraki has exactly six shirts, one hoodie, and two jackets. However, it smells like him, and it’s a faded plain black like he wears. The collar is even loose from where he tugs on them to scratch his neck. You can tell he has worn it, at some point, because it feels exactly like the others he has. It’ll be big on you so he would be swallowed up by it. Why would he get this oversized-,“You’re suppose to wear my clothes.” He’s muttering to himself but staring at you with a touch of hesitancy in his eyes. Oh. You are suppose to wear his clothes, that’s how relationships go right? You’ve both never been privy to this part. The shirt slips on easy along with a faint reddening to Shigaraki’s face and neck as he watches. It’s him surrounding you now as you bring the collar up to bury your smile into it. It’s just a shirt that fits you, his shirt that fits you. Just a shirt. It’s more to both of you.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #chubby!reader #shigaraki fluff #someone teach me how to tag omg #he deserves a soft gf to share clothes with and hug #if any one of y’all says some silly ass shit about shigaraki being ooc I’ll bite your ankles #he’s soft and kind I can feel it in my bones. he just needs a chance to show it. #I don’t wanna tag it because this was purely for myself. someone accommodating my body in a relationship 😌 anyways #I literally only wrote this because one time my ex was like “don’t forget to bring a shirt bc I don’t want you stretching mine out” #and I just saw fanart of shigs and he’s so skinny. but I automatically knew he WOULDNT pull some shit like that #I can hear my professor yelling “write an ending!”. no I most certainly will not I will just end it and leave thank you!! #ahahahaha anyways it’s 12am here you go peeps #🌥 cloudy writes #🌥 cloudy writes bnha