#myHCs

[d1s1ntegrated]

Shigaraki is so pathetic he’s able to cum untouched just from kiss

shared seat (nsfw)

fem!reader x loser!shigaraki

cw: dacryphilia, premature ejaculation, mutual pining, desperation, cowgirl, multiple orgasms, no use of y/n (blank name space instead!!), tomura is a mega computer nerd, reader plays dumb kinda, some light hurt/comfort i guess?? making out, afab/fem reader, implied virgin shiggy :)

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naturally.

you have tomura in the palm of your hand. every time you walk by him, brush against him awkwardly, tap his shoulder to get his attention, it sends sparks through his touch-starved limbs and makes him dizzy. every night, he begs and pleads for you to come into his room, even just to sit in there. he wants you in whatever way he can, to see you, smell you, touch you, hear you. gods, of course he wants to taste you, but he's learned the hard way to take whatever he can get.

so when you knock on his door and ask him to teach you how to sort out your PC and mod a few games, his heart lurches in his chest. of course, of course he will. he trudges behind you to your bedroom, watching your ass jiggle lightly in the dingy sweatpants you stole from him a few months back. he takes a deep breath before sitting in your desk chair, immediately clicking through PILES of random trash files and download files.

"_______" he starts sternly, brow already furrowed at the sight. "have you not been deleting the download files after you download a mod?"

you shake your head. "won't that delete the mod?" you lean on your desk next to him, uncomfortably close to him. he smells the conditioner in your hair, your sweet perfume. he tightens his gloved grip on your mouse as he shakes his head and tidies your desktop up.

"fucking idiot" he mumbles as he clears a few gigabytes from the system, "this is why it's so slow, stupid". you giggle and mumble, "ohhhhhh" under your breath.

who's to say you didn't know that. who's to say you just wanted an excuse to have him in your room, huffing at your desk, having his scent fill the room and his frustrations cloud your thoughts. but he didn't have to know that.

he keeps clicking through folders, and you nudge the chair. he turns to face you and you mindlessly sit in his lap, telling him "let me in", spinning the chair back to face the desk.

his breath hitches as your plush ass presses against his dirty pajama pants and half-hardened cock. you watch the pointer on the screen as he sorts through different game files, his breathing unsteady in your ear. you giggle as he groans at the unnecessary folders and shortcuts.

"why...dude, what's with all the sims mods?" he asks, voice filled with genuine concern as he clicks into the mods folder. you panic and spring up, sending the chair back a bit with him still in it. your ass is directly in his face as you scramble, closing the folder.

tomura's eyes widen and he forgets the folder entirely for a moment as your shirt rides up, the small of your back exposed, the waistband of your underwear pulled slightly above the baggy sweats. he starts again and rolls his eyes.

"dipshit, just let me make sure there aren't duplicates, okay?" he pulls you by the waist into him again, your ass falling back onto him. he closes his eyes for a moment to regulate his thoughts.

the mods folder flashes back open. he scrolls through hundreds of mods, your body tensing as he pauses and reads through them all.

"what the hell are you doing to those poor sims" he laughs nervously as his cock grows tighter against you. you grimace as he closes out of it and goes into the save files folder.

he stops when he notices his name front and center, paired with yours.

he nods and stays silent, and you readjust in his lap. your eyes gloss over, unable to confront the clear tension between you two as you shift, his free arm lacing around your waist slowly, holding you tightly as he tries his best to hold back.

he closes out of the tabs and sits on the blank screen for a moment, clearing his throat.

"did...you need me to do anything else here?" he leans forward with you a bit, greedily inhaling your scent again as he awaits a response.

"hm...yeah, can you help me set my new speakers up? they won't connect for some reason." any excuse to keep him here.

"hmph. yeah, sure" he bites his lip and scoots the chair in, opening the program.

"they're plugged in, right?" he asks, and you nod.

"mhm, i'm not that dumb" you playfully lean back, your face all-too-close to his. he rolls his eyes and hums to himself as your weight presses more against him, and he's painfully trying to conceal how hard he is. if you don't stand, maybe you won't notice. he's so fucking close already, he's afraid any small movement will ruin it all.

you lean forward to turn the dial on the speaker and his breath hitches. he twitches in his pants and feels the moisture beading from his tip, hissing lowly to himself as you readjust again.

"jesus, _________. can you figure your shit out" he snips, and you laugh. he groans as he twitches again, dangerously close to finishing right here.

"sorry" your words come out as a whisper as he grips you closer now, his fingers tracing the exposed skin under your shirt as he fiddles around with the settings. you smile as he touches you.

you take it one step too far when you scoot back into him, using his thigh to steady yourself. as you grind into him, he loses control and feels himself cumming sporadically in his fleecy pants. he shakes against you, his head falling into your shoulder as he crumbles underneath you. he nearly crushes your brand new mouse as his hands clench, his uncovered fingers digging into your midriff. he shakes as you feel the moisture seeping from the material, leaking onto the back of your own pants. you don't dare to speak a word, you refuse to ruin it for him.

you go to look at him, but his head is still pressed against your shoulder, his baby blue hair draped over you. his breathing is slowing now, but he's still shaking.

"i'm sorry" he shudders before you can say anything. you grab his hand, still slung across your legs, and squeeze it.

"tomu, it's okay" you comfort him quietly as he continues to shake. you stand and he plants his face into his hands, soft tremors coming from the pale man.

you flip the armrests of the chair up and wrap your legs around him, facing him now. you stroke his hair gently and coax him to look up, his cherry eyes teary and glossed.

you kiss him gently, feeling the tears still running down his cheek. his lips are rough, but they taste like candied apples, and you hold his face in your hands as he falls into the kiss shakily.

as you pull away, he sniffles.

"i'm sorry" he repeats, and looks back down.

you kiss his head, his soft hair tickling your face. he wraps his arms around you and presses his face into you, his tears soaking the front of your shirt. you shush him and brush his hair back. you comfort him best as possible, but feel him hardening underneath you again.

"c'mon" you stand from the seat again, and take his hand. you bring him to the bed, and he sits slowly. you wipe the tears from his cheeks, and he shakes his head.

"why?" he asks quietly, and you kiss his nose, "why aren't you mad at me?".

you tug him into you, kissing him. he moans into the kiss this time, his cock tenting again. your mind swirls with thoughts of him inside of you, making him shiver and cum and whine. why would you be mad at him, your sweet pathetic leader?

no one else would ever see him like this. maybe it played a part in your arousal, knowing that this display was solely for you. that his orgasm was because of you. that he was crying because he was afraid he upset you. your scary, villainous, domineering leader was crying in your room, cock twitching desperately against his minecraft pj pants, because he just came from you sitting in his lap.

the heat between your legs swells as your tongue presses into his mouth, tasting the same sugary sourness from before. his tongue slides forcefully into your mouth, his saliva mixing with yours. he palms aggressively at his erection, trying to push it down nervously before you tug him by his sweater, pulling him on top of you. he instinctively grinds down into you, and as you feel him press against your clothed sex, you moan.

the heavy petting stresses you out. you can't keep kissing him and touching him without feeling him inside of you. tomura's eyes are half-lidded and hungry as you shove him back, and he looks at you nervously for a moment before you pull your pants off, urging him to do the same. he throws the pants off the bed, his cock springing free and tapping against his stomach. the knot in your stomach pulls deeper as you gaze upon the soft sky-blue tuft of hair leading down to his dick, his breathing ragged as you pull yourself on top of him again. you grind down, and he moans as the wetness soaking through your underwear squishes on his admirable length.

he's ready to cum again already, and you can tell from the way he grinds into you from below. you shift your underwear off, awkwardly shimmying as he helps you. he doesn't seem to care as he tugs at the garment, his hands exploring your curves with a greedy grip. as his cock rubs against you, you kiss him, coating him with the slick heat. you help position him against your tight hole, and he thrusts it in, stretching you with a snap. you throw your head back from the sensation and steady yourself for a moment before rocking back and forth, his moans and huffs growing louder. you ride him slowly at first, helping you adjust to his size, and he watches you bounce on him with a feverish daze. he grabs at your shirt and you allow him to bring it up over you, throwing it mindlessly. his hoodie comes off next, yanking haphazardly as you continue to grind and bounce on him. he bites his lip as he cums again, not holding anything back as the sticky seed coats your insides. you don't stop, feeling yourself growing closer. his orgasm brings you even further, and you gyrate your hips against him, his soft hair creating a friction against your clit that is fucking unimaginable. you moan and cry out, chasing the orgasm. you squeeze against him, the searing pain from being stretched before now replaced by a deep craving from the pit of your sex, needing more and more of him to fill you up. his pitiful whining grows in volume as his cock re-hardens inside of you quickly, and his hands grip against your hips and he thrusts from below as you slam down into him, furthering the sensation as his tip nudges your cervix. as you both rock into each other, your climax rushes over you, flooding his cock with a deep heat that sends him over the edge for the third time. tears brim his eyes again as he sprays your cunt with more pearly fluid, and your body shakes as you clench and rub the end of your orgasm out on him. your chest heaves as you both finish, and you fall on top of him with his dick still throbbing inside of you. he whines out and kisses you, tangling his fingers in your hair. the aftershock of your orgasm sends shivers through your body, and you pull yourself off of him. you already miss the feeling of him stuffing you with his cock, but he's spent. he shakes and squeezes his eyes shut, his legs and arms splayed out, vibrating.

you kiss his cheek and reach for something to help him clean up. you grab your shirt and wipe him off, and he frowns.

"didn't have to do that" he chokes out, and you shrug.

"i could never be mad at you, tomura" you say to him as you find clean clothes. as you dress, he drags a blanket over himself.

he nods and doesn't speak again for a moment. you climb in next to him, and he smiles weakly.

"promise?"

you nod. "pinky promise" you lace your fingers with his, the gloves brushing against your soft skin.

the two of you lay together in silence, growing more and more tired with each passing minute. you won't send him back to his room, you'd rather keep him here as long as possible. even if it was left unsaid, you loved him, and you spent every day worrying which day might just be the last. especially with the league growing in infamy, the unknown became scarier every day. but for right now, it felt more than okay. and for right now, you'd rather spend the time with him like this than having to worry about your futures.

"so what's up with that save file on the sims?" his voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you groan.

"i think the next thing im gonna ask you how to teach me is hiding folders".

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thank you for the ask <3 yummy yummy suggestion!!!!!! 🩷🩷🩷

[hyperfixationcultivation]

I feel like Naruto would not be really good at realizing that someone likes him, loves him, wants to be with him.

Personally, I view him as a sensitive boy, that had to grow up too early in an abusive environment. Kids like this learn to feel people's moods and emotions as a survival tactic.

Yet he had no one to teach him love. He doesn't know what it looks like.

So while he would know perfectly how Shikamaru's steps sound like when he's frustrated, or how Sakura's shoulders sag when she's upset, he has no clue what to make of Sasuke cooking for him. Coming over to just do nothing together. Bringing him stuff. Looking into his eyes like that. Staring at him when he thinks Naruto is unaware - Naruto notices, of course, always.

He's puzzled but he's happy that Sasuke is with him at last. Even as friends, he wouldn't DARE to wish for more.

So after weeks of panicking, and wondering, and not understanding he just decides to enjoy it while it lasts.

And then Kakashi-sensei asks if they're dating already, and Naruto laughs it off at first but then-

He thinks. And wonders. And hopes.

//

[taintandviolent]

If you're doing random and wild headcanons: RANDOM AND WILD JIMMY HEADCANOS?

I'm re-watching Freakshow bc the vibe gives me extreme hot summer vibes and the current nor cal weather is not summer-ing rn 🙄 (random note lmao). Anyways- yeah I love that man. Need to cover his face in cherry red kisses fr fr

uggggghhh the loml. my summer boy, my sweet honey pie. I’m sorry summer isn’t summery for you — it’s a little too summery for me, almost 100 degrees is a little much. anyway, again, written at work - so apologies if these are doody!!

Jimmy Darling always dips his fries in his milkshakes because Eve turned him onto it. He can't have a shake without doing it.

Jimmy has a cigar box full of napkins with kiss marks on them; he asks his favourite girls to kiss a napkin to remember them by. Spoiler alert: there's a napkin from almost every single city he's been in.

After sex, Jimmy is a major snuggler. He spoons you like he's trying to melt your bodies together, smearing his face against your bare shoulders. He takes big breaths of you, inhaling every scent that your body gives off -- your sweat and the summer sun mixed with your perfume is the most intoxicating one.

Jimmy Darling also snores. It's not like an ugly snore that makes you sleep in separate bedrooms, but he's definitely a snorer. Every so often, you have to nudge him a little to change positions and get him to stop.

He takes his coffee black, because his ma takes it the same way.

Jimmy's the type to put his shirt down over a puddle so you don't get your shoes wet, unless he's wearing his favourite leather jacket. Then, he's just picking you up marriage-style and carrying you over the puddle.

Jimmy’s got a pretty good memory, and never forgets a date…. unless he’s drunk. And when he is drunk, he can’t stop apologizing into your neck, crying and peppering desperate kisses.

[greensaplinggrace]

there should just be a fic where alina grows up thinking aleksander is her ghost buddy or imaginary friend or something. her and aleksander are the same age and they live in different parts of the world and they share a mind bond and one day when they’re both young he just appears like a ghost before her, even though she’s awake and outside. and her entire life is just her hanging out with mal while aleksander talks shit in the background, or alternatively, her hanging out with a mal who knows about aleksander and has to almost treat him like a friend too even though he can’t even see him just because otherwise it would upset alina.

[comingyourlugubriousness]

Twst hc's no no particular order

The Shrouds:

Idia's hair has Ponyta rules, if he likes you then you can touch it for an extended period of time with no repercussions, but if he's uncomfortable/dislikes you it will slowly burn over time the more you touch it.

Idia's hair dims when he falls asleep and if he was very close to death it might got out all together.

When Ortho continues going to NRC even after Idia has graduated Idia continues to make updates to his artificial body to simulate "growing up" it's weirdly therapeutic for both of them, as a way to show they're moving forward instead of holding on to the past.

Isle of Lament:

The Isle of Lament is very small but has a large population. It's a mix of old historical building way back from the age of Heroes but also has extremely high-tech modern areas. It's a strange blend; unique only to the Isle of Lament.

The main form of travel in the Isle of Lament is by train; underground subway systems!

There are actually a lot of buildings and parts of the city underground (even further than below the ocean floor.) A more city-like modern underground compared to the older and historic buildings on top.

The Isle of Lament has a very traditional lifestyle despite its breakthroughs in technology. Newer generations are slowly shifting to more modern takes, but the traditions are still alive and well.

Old traditions dating back to the Age of Gods can be seen in their weddings, funerals, mourning, religions, etc. [may add more to this later]

[spacepiratenemo]

Nemo's Morale // Jackpot Lifeguide

There are specific rules Nemo lives by. However, every single one of these rules may be twisted in a way that favors her endeavors. One of the big lifeguide rules of the Jackpot Space Pirates simply states: "If you don't like it, change it. If you can't change it, figure out a way to like it. If you can't do either - throw it into the sun!" To get a grasp of Nemo's general morale, and the morale of the Jackpots, check out this little set of guidance:

-Just because you can do it doesn't mean you should, and just because you should do it doesn't mean you can't. -Improbable doesn't mean impossible. -If you can't do the batoosie to it, don't give it a ten. -Always have a towel handy. -If you feel weak, act like you're the toughest. -Order is an illusion; a true master thrives in chaos. -If it ain't broken, fix it till it is. -Create your own propaganda and become legendary. -If no one saw you do it, there's no proof of you doing it. -It's not a crime if you enjoyed it. -If it's silly, it's probably fun. -Don't force it. Use a bigger gun. -If it didn't explode in the last two seconds, it'll probably be okay. -If your luck runs out, create some. -It's not stealing if you wanted it more than the person it belonged to. -It's not an attitude if you were born with it. -You're not doing it wrong when nobody knows what you're doing. -Being a doormat gets you walked on. -For every new foolproof invention, there is a new and improved fool! -Nothing is ever under control. -As long as the music is loud enough, you can't hear the world falling apart. -Curb your dogma and throw it overboard. -Don't pay for free tickets. -Anything you do can be completely coincidental. -Reality is frequently inaccurate."

[mammapickles]

Imagine youngklok and they don't live together yet, Pickles being like hey whoevers drinking is sleeping over okay none of u are driving or walking. Lumber partyyyy

[skloomdumpster]

kat and stella made out during a party on stella's first year btw. Stell pretended she was too drunk to remember btw

happy pride month

[v1ct0la]

..an intro..

hi, i'm victoria :) | lesbian | 18 | she/her | intj

multi fandom, but currently focussing on tlou2 for a fat while aka probs the rest of my life aka pls send psychiatric help

current obsession: abby anderson (tlou2)

links:

don't copy anything or spam me pls :)

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masterlist

[fanciful-fandoms]

Might as well post this here too since this blog is now officially up and running!

Had my ideas typed out for a little while prior to starting it and now im going to release it into the ether 

[darlenicy]

How do you like this plot where Icy specifically uses magic on Darcy to make her stop loving Riven?

tbh I always thought she actually did when I was a kid. In that scene where Riven is betrayed by the Trix, Icy's eyes glow red for a moment and right after, Darcy rises behind Riven and attacks him.

I can see it in general. Icy only cares for the three of them, and it's obvious that Riven is a threat to their coven. So yeah, I can totally see Icy trying to control Darcy. Which would be kinda hard, tho, because even though Icy is a master in dark magic....Darcy is the queen of illusions and darkness and an expert messing with the mind of others. So I think it would be super hard to get in Darcy's head.

On the other hand, Darcy is an overthinker and Icy surely could influence her thinking with little well set comments and taunts. And yes, I think this way Icy could make Darcy doubt her relationship.

[d1s1ntegrated]

dabi with an insatiable pain kink

the sadomasochist little fucker that begs for you to bite him, scratch him, make him fucking bleed

touya with a fucking disgusting love for scars and cuts and wounds in general

if you get a paper cut he'll suck your finger and let the blood coat his tongue

god fucking forbid you have a period, because for that week, he's a vampire

"orgasms are good for cramps, let me fuck your pain away baby"

dabi, who has piercings all over his body in addition to the staples because it just feels so fucking good to be hurt

because he cant cry but he loves to watch you sob as you take his dick, ramming it all the way so he can hear you scream because no one else understands how good it feels to suffer like you do

touya who fucking loves how it feels to fuck you senseless and raw, cause when you clench around his dick, it tugs his piercings in such a way it makes his head spin

dabi who asks you to use your fucking teeth when you take him in your mouth and dig your nails into him when he fucks you so you can feel the blood under your nails

touya, the disgusting fucking freak, who loves you more than anything and knows you love him back, and wants nothing more than to feel it in the only way he knows how.

[hyperfixationcultivation]

the past

Looking sideways when I say I’m okay with the past, But I’m afraid of what I might say if you ask. — The Grey, Bad Omens

Naruto feels weird in the village.

For a while he tried to convince himself that he holds no grudges against the villagers:

the villagers who shunned the kid who wanted to feel seen, visible;

the villagers who didn't even try to understand what it's like to be him, to live alone in that shit-hole of an apartment, to never have anyone to help him cook, clean, live, even.

The villagers who changed so quickly, so hypocritically when they needed him.

Now, when he steps into the street, he's a hero who saved them. He deserves the recognition, the smiles, the cheers and the status of a human being.

Inside though, he still feels like a monster. An abomination who doesn’t deserve a single kind word, hell, even a sideways glance. 

***

A lady, old as the world smiles at him. She has a small flower shop right across the street from the worn-down building he lives in. The building dedicated for orphans, outcasts like him. He still hadn’t moved from there, by the way. That’s his place, after all.

The day is bright, yet Naruto doesn’t see any colors. The flowers glistening in the sun - the lady just watered them - all blend in together. Naruto chances a look at her face and it starts morphing into a disgusted grimace: the one he saw every day, coming home humiliated and beaten down.

He smiles back.

***

He is finally training to become Hokage, did you know? He is doing a great job too. Everybody thought he would be too dumb to wrap his head around politics, and diplomacy, and international relations - but that’s, surprisingly, not the hardest thing about this whole spiel. The thing is, he doesn’t see the point.

Living with the need to prove himself his whole life, wanting to become a Hokage to show them, Naruto wants none of it anymore.

One step short of his lifelong dream coming true, and he wakes up with a clear thought that you know what?

Fuck them all.

He packs his bag and leaves. To a place where he will be a human, and nothing more than that.

[lowbcame]

tlsp/am doodles :)

i miss baby tlsp so much if you can’t tell x

[greensaplinggrace]

malarklina fic where darklina is actually together first and mal on the outskirts of their relationship is like ‘wow they’re kinda fucked up, but at least they’re not involving anybody else in what they’ve got going on’. and then darklina meet him once and rapidly hone in on him like hungry bloodhounds and he very quickly becomes involved in literally everything they’ve got going on, to everyone’s detriment but especially his own

[13eyond13]

Hello, love your blog! Ty for sharing your thoughts with the world ☺️ I was wondering what your thoughts were on L being romantically interested in someone. What would draw him in? I think it would be a kind person who makes him feel safe and relaxed. I wonder about the build-up. I think he would fall first and, once he figured his feelings out, he'd experiment to make sure it wasn't just one sided. Though I suppose I see L as having a softer core than one expect, given his manipulative and cynical ways.

Hi there! Thanks so much, that's sweet of you! I took a little while to answer this because I feel like we likely have fairly different takes on L's preferences, or on how we most enjoy seeing him characterized in shippy stuff. And I don't mean my personal take to be invalidating of yours in any way, because I think he's a character that can very easily be interpreted in many different ways that are all plausible based on what we really know about him for sure in the canon storyline! He's pretty ambiguous and mysterious, and much of what he says and does is intentionally left a question mark. I could definitely see him admiring and appreciating a kind and soothing person and wanting to keep them in his orbit because of that, and doing and saying slightly roundabout things to either test out their interest in him in return or let them know what he was feeling about them.

HOWEVER I also personally see L as somebody who, above all else, detests being bored and tied down to something he isn't interested in anymore. I think his restless intellectual curiosity is his most prominent characteristic and his driving force in life... that in combination with his ego and desire to prove himself right and to win at things he finds challenging. As a detective he goes hard and then goes home, moving onto the next thing that catches his eye. So in my imagination if he ever felt like he could answer everything about another person without a shadow of a doubt then he would probably get restless and bored again and feel like it's now time to move on. A person who thinks similarly to him in some way, continuously surprises and entertains him, indulges him and denies him what he wants in basically equal measures, and keep him guessing and chasing them just a little bit somehow even in a committed relationship is somebody that he'd be most attracted to, in my mind.

I tend to like him best shipped with Light, and then after that my next favourite thing is shipping him with the other criminals he chases. Putting him into a softer wholesome and mature relationship with somebody he doesn't have any antagonistic energy with just has never really done much personally for me!