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follow me if you know who cale henituse is PLEASE i need more tcf moots to scream with
headcanon that since the slytherin common room is under the lake there’s a room where the walls and ceiling are glass and you can just see into the lake like an aquarium
Want someone to kiss my neck and rub my clit while I struggle to crown. Want to moan while they whisper in my ear about how wide their baby is going to stretch my cunt. Run their fingers over where my lips start to part as I push, and to tell me how good I’m doing even when the head recedes back in when I let up…
not to sound like a whore, but can we go to an aquarium date?
Yes please, also can my cat come it is her first 4th of July and she is super scared
Reblog to help teach your f/o(s) trauma recovery techniques and healthy coping mechanisms.
I think it'd be fun if one of these days when the evil overlord type is like "I Need A Queen. To Rule With" one of the little henchmen is just like "um 😳 if I may, sir, I would like to volunteer 👉👈" and overlord is just like. Okay sure you're cute aha
in two weeks, 911 will return... cut to: bobby rising from the grave...eddie bitch slapping tmmy and murdering him "its your funeral now, fucker! get in the casket!"
Reblog if you want a shitty summary of your blog in your inbox.
Always
Uhm I uh-do, erm... that is to say HOLY F**K!!?1!
Shigaraki x Fem Reader
Tw: stalking, mentions of Shigaraki having kidnapped and r*ped girls in the past, consensual kidnapping (idk, but reader is eager for it fhrhdhdh), reader is fucked up in the head, reader is way too happy with being turned into a pet, 'pet' as a term of endearment, one death threat (not towards reader), owner/pet relationship, one use of 'pup' and 'master', surprisingly soft, could be considered ooc, dubcon since reader falls asleep while fucking.
Based on something @zhongh-li wrote. The og was deleted, so here's the summary: during an interview where Shigaraki reads tweets directed at him, he comes across one tweet of you saying you would give everything up in order to suck his dick. This pleases him, and turning to the camera he says "You should have left your phone number, how will I be able to contact you? I want my dick sucked." (@zhongh-li 's version was way better, but that was the gist of it, now onto the actual fic dhdhsysu)
You had replayed the clip about ten times now. Eyes wide open, jaw hanging in surprise as you simply replayed the sound of his voice saying your user name over and over.
Not only that, but he had asked you to dm him.
Of course, it could have been just a joke. But there was a 1% chance that he was serious, and you simply could not let that chance slide. The only problem was: you didn't know his twitter user.
Of course you didn't, he was the most dangerous villain, he wouldn't be posting in the internet making it easy for cops to track him. You had to think. You were so focused on the fact that your idol had noticed you, that you didn't even stop to think about the ramifications of what you had done.
You had just publicly declared allyship to a villain organizarion, and your account had been broadcasted for all to see. The knock on your door later that day should not have surprised you. But it did, and you sweated and stuttered as men in black suits opened up the doors to your one room apartment, warrant in hand, claiming you were under suspicion of being complicit in the League's crimes.
All because of a horny tweet.
In the end, things got solved, as there was nothing connecting you to the criminals besides some scattered thirst posts you had made and some anti hero rants on your Instagram. Your claims could honestly have landed you in jail if you had a quirk, but a quirkless runt like you didn't pose any real threat. Still, your twitter account had been suspended due to "spreading propaganda" and all your hopes of meeting with Shigaraki were crushed.
Back in his hideout, he smiled to himself. Silly little girl. As soon as he finished filming that interview, he went straight to his computer to find out just who you were. After all, there was a chance you could be his type, how could he pass on the opportunity of getting his cock sucked by a cutie?
You honestly exceeded his expectations. While stalking you online, he figured it would be a troll, maybe a dude, or someone really old, or even too young for him. Instead, he found your Instagram, filled with pictures of your pretty face. You seemed to be around his age, and your anti hero discourse in some of your story highlights made his smile grow even wider.
By the time the video was released, he had already found your address, and had hidden cameras set all over your apartment. Online, you seemed willing, but who knew what would happen when he actually contacted you. That's why he decided to monitor you for a while, just to make sure he could get you in a situation where you wouldn't be able to run.
Little did he know that all his worries were pointless, as you were in fact more than willing to satisfy his every need.
He chuckled as he watched you replay the video time and time again, your embarassed yet happy expression at his reply was endearing, you seemed to really love him, after all. How useful.
You went to bed exhausted after being interrogated by those men. You mindlessly played on your phone until a notification on instagram caught your attention.
"You were so cute reacting to the video. But so silly too, of course the government would show up if you posted things like that. Lucky for you, cute, silly and willing to please are just my type."
You froze. Yes, this could be Shigaraki. But also, it could very well be a random stranger who had started to stalk you. You trembled, eyes fixed on the message at the screen. You didn't reply. Moments passed, and a new message appeared. A video.
Gulping, you pressed play.
A hand held a paper, your user name written on it, along with the sentence "is this enough proof that I'm the real deal?" Five of his fingers touched the paper, and soon, it was turned into dust. Your heart beat rapidly against your chest as you gasped in surprise.
Fingers quickly moving trough the keyboard, you didn't want to keep him waiting.
"I am so sorry for doubting you, I can't believe this, I love you, aaaaaaaaaaa!!"
"You love me? How sweet. So I guess that means I am getting my dick wet, after all?"
You could die happy.
"YES YES!! Please, please let me, I know I can make you feel good, please!"
"Careful, if you keep acting sweet I might just take you and never let you go."
Were you dreaming? Did God finally bless you by making your fantasies of being taken away from your shitty life finally come true?
Was it even healthy for you to be so willing to allow this? Shouldn't you be scared at the way he had clearly stalked you?
Some say love is blind, and that may as well be true, because you ignored every single red flag as you typed "What if I told you that I've been dreaming of being taken away all along?"
Palming his erection, Shigaraki was completely stunned at your behaviour. The footage of your reactions to his messages made it clear you were being truthful. How could a person so willing to dive straight into dangerous territory like that even exist?
You were clearly fucked up in the head, but then again, broken girls were always the kinkier ones.
"Stay in your room tomorrow, don't go outside. Message your family you're gonna go on a trip, say an ex has been harassing you and you need a break. Destroy your phone and your computer, and wait for me. I'll make your dreams come true."
You should be scared. You should be fucking terrified. But instead, you squealed in delight, hugging your pillow as you immediately did what he ordered. Bye bye, work. Bye bye, shitty apartment. Bye bye, boring life. Your prince in a white horse was finally coming to take you away from the confines of hero society.
When Shigaraki opened the door to your apartment, part of him still expected a bad reaction. He thought you would look at him in disgust, yell, fight back. The idea of someone loving him was just too forgein.
It didn't make sense for him to think like this. He had been glued to his computer, watching the camera feed nonstop, even neglecting sleep just to watch you. He had seen you obediently follow his orders with a smile on your face, heard the way his name fell from your lips when you slept. Yet he still couldn't believe it.
Which is why the lack of reaction caught him off guard. You noticed him, but you didn't scream. You didn't cry, you didn't run away in disgust. You smiled, softly whispering "finally..."
Fuck... He might end up falling for you for real.
"Come." Was all he said, and you did as you were told. You didn't bring anything with you, just the clothes on your body. You obediently allowed Spinner to blindfold you, as he explained it would be dangerous to have you see throughout the car ride, since it would give away their exact location.
Shigaraki had pets before. He knew how to break down a girl and how to deal with them fighting back. He was used to being called all sorts of names as he tried to get them to understand their position. After a bout a year, they would finally be perfectly broken. But you? You were more obedient than any of the girls he tortured, and he hadn't even laid a finger on you yet.
The others couldn't hide their surprise when you asked for permission to speak. You thanked Shigaraki as soon as he allowed you, saying that you were really happy that he had allowed you to be in his presence.
Indeed, you were. You weren't a villain, but not by choice. By the time you were a teen, you were already filled with hatred for the hero world, swearing to yourself that if only you had a quirk, then you'd make everyone pay. Being allowed to be in Shigaraki's presence truly felt like a blessing.
"Quirkless, huh? Poor little thing. Don't worry, pet, If you're good to me, I'll give you one."
That was too good to be true. Embarassed, you stammered "N-no, please, someone as lowly as me is grateful just being allowed near you, t-that's too much..."
You couldn't see the smile on his face.
"You just earned yourself a treat."
The car stopped, and people started touching you. You didn't fight back, as you allowed them to carry you into what you assumed were the hideout. Many voices could be heard. A girl squealed "Am I getting a new dolly?"
A man whisteled "Good one, boss. Can I fuck her later?"
You didn't have time to frown, as Shigaraki's voice echoed trough the room "If you even breathe near her I'll fucking kill you."
You smiled, you felt safe.
Finally, you heard a door closing, and the blindfold came off. The blinds were closed, and the lights turned off. Computer monitors were the only source of light, blue light illuminating your idol's face. He sat on a chair, red eyes looking down on you as he smiled.
"Time to play, pet."
You didn't waste time, immediately moving your hands towards his sweatpants. You looked deranged, and Shigaraki figured that that was a great word to describe you. After all, only someone sick would act like this.
Drool fell from your mouth as you asked "Am I really allowed? Can I really? Are you sure?"
Four fingers pressed against your head, pushing you to his erection. "Less talking, more sucking."
With a smile on your face, you took his cock out of his underwear, marveling at it. Any normal person would be disgusted at the lack of grooming Shigaraki practiced, but not you. You took his lenght in your mouth, bitter taste flooding you as your eyes teared up. It should have grossed you out, and yet, it didn't.
You took it all in, no regards for your own safety as you choked on it, forcing yourself to swallow every bit of skin, even if it meant you couldn't breathe. His balls slapped against your chin as you moved, his musk invading your nostrils, every sensation driving you crazy.
You were so focused on doing good, you didn't even realize how Shigaraki panted and moaned, body shivering with every swipe of your tongue, mind blown as he never had someone so willing to please him like this. He was going to cum soon, and he didn't care.
Eight fingers grabbing onto your neck, dry, bruised skin rough against your softness, overgrown nails digging into you as warm white liquid filled your throat. He took his cock out, and marveled at how you moaned in delight upon tasting his seed, drinking every single drop he had given to you.
You bowed. You fucking bowed, like the obedient little pup he had come to learn you were, and thanked him for allowing you to suck him off. Fuck, it was like you were the personification of every single one of his fantasies.
His face flushed bright red, as he finally allowed himself to express how he felt inside, safe in the privacy of his own room. You kept your head on the ground, waiting for an order. "G-get up..." He mumbled, still taken aback by your every action.
You smiled to him, adoration in your eyes as you looked at him. Putting on his tough guy act again, he scoffed. "My lap, now. Gonna reward you for being good."
You squelaed, immediately sitting between his thighs. His hands wandered trough your body, pinky fingers always away from your soft skin as he groped you all over, your mewls music to his ears.
He pinched your nipples, making you cry out his name, quivering lips and teary eyes looking up at him, making him feral. Damp cloth grinded against him, your arousal evident as you desperatly chased your high.
Your master was benevolent, undressing you, and filling your needy little hole with his cock. Your walls clenched as you took him in, repeating "thank you" over and over as your legs shook, laying soft kisses in every part of him you could reach.
His cock twitched, no one had ever touched him like that, with love, with need. He barely had to move, your needy body moving up and down, moving on his cock as you moaned, putting on a show for him. You felt exhausted, not used to moving your body that much, but for Shigaraki, it felt needed. He shouldn't have to do any work, it was your job to please him.
Soon, you were creaming on his erection, panting as you clung to him, conscious fading as physical exhaustion took over. One arm held you in position as he thrusted a couple more times, reaching his own orgasm while pulling you flush against him.
Your unconscious state allowing him to be vulnerable, chapped lips brushed against your cheeks as he held you close, an affectionate smile on his face as he closed his eyes, letting himself sleep, his cock still buried inside of you.
bye bye erik
I just wanted to draw them as babies together and well, I really like the idea of young mutants’ powers being out of control until they learn to control them.
*SLIDES OUT FROM UNDER YOUR BED* Tell me more about "the night circus" cherik AU daddy!! *sparkles*
ahhh!! *bundles you up* I don’t know!! I only have vague thoughts about it. things like:
charles and raven’s first night at magneto’s traveling circus and experiencing the joy of being carefree and truly happy for one of the first times in their lives
charles’s heartbreak after that first night when raven decides to stay and won’t come back home with him
the next few years afterwards with charles learning how to be alone again, trying to be the son his mother wants, dreaming about the circus every night like clockwork
dreaming about the mysterious magneto, who had welcomed them to the circus that first night and who had been so enchanting charles had nearly forgotten about all the rest of the circus
sharon marrying kurt, which is when charles starts actively searching for the night circus again, giving up all hope of ever being happy at the mansion
maybe charles eventually gives up hope of ever finding the circus?? maybe it was only for teens and adolescents and it won’t ever appear to him again??
erik bringing the circus to him after charles has given up hope
REUNIONS
HAPPY ENDING
@thea-polis??
Ziggy's Follower Milestone Fic Giveaway!
Okay, I love my followers. All of you. You’re rad folk, and I feel like I don’t thank you enough!
So, this is one of my ways of thanking you.
I’m doing a fic giveaway! What does this mean? It means if you win, I’ll write you a fic of your choosing. Fandom, pairing, plot, etc. The fic will be around 5k, length-wise, which hopefully sounds pretty awesome.
You can check out my ao3 and see what fandoms I usually write for, but the fic can be from any fandom! There are some topics I won’t write, but that can be discussed with the winner(s).
Here are the rules:
- reblog this post to enter (likes don’t count!) - if you review one of my ao3 fanfics, you get a second entry! - if this gets more than 100 notes I’ll throw in a second place 1k fic fill too! If it gets more notes than that (???) then I can add more 1k runner up fics. We’ll see what happens! - you don’t have to be following me to enter
Thank you so much for hanging around, for supporting my writing, etc. I love you all!
EDIT: You can reblog this until February 9th! I’ll do the draw at midnight PST on the 10th.
Headcanon time:
The reason Peter’s hair looks different in DoFP and Apocalpse, i.e:
dark grey:
vs a lighter grey:
Is because homeboy tried to dye his hair dark before DoFP.
He grew up always getting flack for his silver/grey hair and it was like a source of shame and embarrassment for him (and he wanted to look more like his sister and mother and feel more normal for once-). Dyeing it seemed like a sick idea until those greys started showing through real quick.
Anyways I will be utilising this headcanon whether its fitting or not bc nothing else justifies the state of that wig I mean come on they did my boy so dirty, I get it was the 70′s but-
living in a gothic castle surrounded by candelabras in a silk dress while my vampire lovers argue over who gets to turn me as the full moon glows in the distance is a vibe
If this post gets 30 notes I will draw Billy doing gremlin activities in the Wayne Manor.
"why can't they just be friends" not in the homophobic way but in the "their platonic relationship in the source material is far more dynamic and complex than the sanitized personalities they gain as a result of shipping" way
i fucking agree with the Aldo Rizz god lmfao
ALDO RAINE DON'T TELL ME YOU WEAR "NOTHING" TO SLEEP
i can't--- i can't, no, i mean... 🛐🛐🛐🛐
IB content bc i said so
*beckons for you to follow me*
