#gf has me back with an iron grip

[taccoman]

Merry Christmas to my fellow Fiddlestan shippers. I am still not over em ;u;

[chaepink]

SUB!TOJI FAILING TO DOM HIS GF PLS

Cat's got your tongue? | sub!toji fushiguro

wc: 2.2k+ words | masterlist

dom!fem!reader, brat!toji, marking/biting, pegging, begging, degradation, overstimulation, fingering (m receiving), slight spanking, brat taming, slight choking, fucking toji dumb

note : i hate to admit how hot this man is

"what are you doing?"

You eye the man in front of you who's been acting weird all day. While he's usually a big brat, he's been even more bratty all day yesterday and today, talking back to you and acting stubborn when you tell him to do basic things and now ignoring you when you just asked him a question.

It's gotten on your nerves but you brush it off as something that won't last long. But now as he takes off his shirt to expose his chest to you—you have to force yourself to look away from his nipples—and begins to crawl towards you on the bed, you're wondering if he has something up his sleeve.

You lay your back on the bed's headboard and put the book that you were previously reading onto the bedside table.

He makes his way in front of you and leans his face closer to yours, a smirk on him.

"how about you just a good girl for me and strip and get on all fours, hm?" You cringe slightly at his words but realization soon dawns on you on what he's trying to do.

You sigh at his antics and you see Toji falter a little at your lack of eagerness to do what he just told you. You cross your arms at him and look at him unimpressed.

"I'm going to ask you again. What do you think you're doing?" Again, you're met with silence but Toji recomposes himself quickly. He glares at you but you notice that the glare lacks any real threat.

"do what I say and don't be a brat-"

You quickly sit up and yank his hair back, narrowing your eyes at the man. Your action makes Toji let out a choked whimper as he looks at you with widened eyes. You're no longer annoyed, you're fucking pissed as you look at him with fury in your eyes. Fuck, he's in big trouble now.

"how about you don't be a brat, huh?" Venom is laced in your tone and Toji has to hold back a shiver. "You think I haven't noticed your weird antics lately? And now you try to dominate me?" You scoff, the grip you have on his hair tightening, making him hiss at the slight pain. He tries to leave your grasp but your hand stays right there in his hair.

"as if you could ever do that. You're a fucking slut whose head turns to mush whenever they get fucked in the ass!" You let out a chuckle, looking at the bulge on his pants.

"And now you're hard. What else can I expect from a whore, hm?" Toji widens his eyes and gulps, he didn't even notice himself getting hard. His plan is falling apart right in front of you miserably.

He looks you in the eyes and shivers at the lack of humor within. You're really angry this time. The annoyance and lack of patience in you has you wanting to punish him until he's crying for you to stop.

"back away and sit in front of me right now." Toji listens to you immediately, knowing he went too far in trying to be a brat. He backs away from you and does what you told him to do, sitting in front of you with his legs together and his hands on his bulge to try to hide it even when you've already seen it. It's pathetic, really.

His breath hitches in his throat when you crawl closer to him, licking your lips at the delicious sight of your boyfriend in front of you, half naked with an obvious tent in his pants. You spread his legs apart with ease. It's not like Toji was really trying that hard to hide it from you anyways.

"What's wrong, baby?" The sweet pet name is ironic, considering the way you're looking at him right now is anything but sweet. You're looking at him as if he was your prey with hunger in your eyes and Toji certainly feels one like when he looks at you.

"Cat's got your tongue, toji?" You tilt your head at him, almost mockingly. "You can't think straight when all that's in your head right now is the fact that you're hard, right?"

You tsk, moving in front of him to whisper in his ear. One of your hands goes to grab at his bulge.

"fucking slut."

You harshly bite the top of his ear with one of your canines. The metallic taste of blood floods your taste buds as your tongue laps at the excess blood coming from the mark.

Toji lets out a choked gasp that soon turns into a moan when the pain turns into pleasure. You make your way down to his jaw and to his neck, leaving kisses and bite marks while you're at it.

"Now what was that little act of yours earlier? Trying to take control of me, hm?" Toji gulps as he stares at the wall in front of him. Two choices cloud his head, either he continues being a brat and denies his earlier actions or he caves in and listens to you.

No matter how much the brattier side of him tells him to do the former, he's not that stupid to anger your further.

"i-im sorry, [name]." You pull back from his neck, licking your lips at the taste of his blood still in your mouth. You raise an eyebrow at him, clearly still unimpressed.

"Sorry?" You chuckle, darkly. "Oh, you're anything but sorry, darling. I know it."

You eye his exposed chest and your hands teasingly ghost over his nipples, grinning when Toji lets out a whine.

"How are you supposed to be the one dominating me when you're already a mess when I've barely touched you?"

You prove your point by pinching a nipple, grinning when Toji lets out a choked moan. He tries to muffle his noises using his hands but you quickly push them away, giving him a glare to warn him not to silence his noises.

"A part of me wants to just leave you here for you to take care of your problem yourself but I want to do something else instead." You get off the bed and go to your dresser, trying to find the exact item you're looking for. Toji gulps at the first part of your sentence. He would hate it if you left him alone to masturbate by himself.

"When I turn around I better see you naked and on the bed on all fours." You hear some ruffling behind you as you quickly put on your strap, tightening enough so that it feels secure on you. You take off your clothes and leave your undergarments on.

And when you turn around, you see Toji naked and on all fours, his head turned to look at you with awaiting eyes, eagerness clearly in them. His hard dick lays hovering over the bed and you swear you can see him slightly rocking forward to fuck himself against the surface. What a slut.

You give him a small smile. "Looks like you're finally able to follow my instructions properly."

You grab a bottle of lube and make your way towards him. You grab his ass unexpectedly which makes Toji let out a gasp. Squeezing it, you spread his ass apart to reveal his twitching hole.

Weirdly enough, it looks as if it's already been prepped. You look at Toji who quickly blushes and looks away from you.

"You already prepped cause you knew I would be punishing you today, huh?" You see him nod nervously and you slap his ass, watching in content as it turns red, a handprint appearing on it. Toji gasps and whines at you.

"Words, darling."

"Y-Yes... i did it this morning" You hum at his answer. "Let's see if you prepped yourself properly then." You then insert a finger into his hole, making Toji grunt at the intrusion.

You pump the finger in and out, feeling the lube that he recently used still inside. You add another finger to which Toji lets out a moan. You feel him rocking back against your fingers slightly and you place a hand on his back to stop him.

You try to find a specific spot inside him and you know you found it when you curl your fingers, making him let out an embarrassingly loud moan. You add another finger inside. He's already falling apart from your fingers only.

"ah! shit- j-just fucking fuck me already!" He gives you a quick glare. You tut at his behavior.

"Still ordering me around? You should learn by now that I'm the one who gives the orders around here, baby." You curl your fingers once more before pulling them out with a grin. "Well, I guess you're ready."

You grab his hips and line up your strap to his hole, watching it squeeze around nothing.

"Your annoying actions today have riled me up which makes me not want to go easy on you today." Toji lets out a small 'please' to which you pause.

"Please what, Toji?" He looks at you with a flushed face and pleading eyes. The sight makes something in your stomach burn with desire.

"Please don't go easy on me." Toji watches as your eyes turn dark with lust and you immediately plunge your strap into him, quickly making the pace into one that's quick and rough. He lets out a groan.

"f-fuck me!"

You chuckle. "Oh, but that's exactly what I'm doing, darling, fucking you."

His face falls onto his pillow to muffle his screams of pleasure. Each thrust of yours has the bed shaking underneath and you would feel bad for your neighbors if it wasn't for the pretty sight in front of you.

His body is flushed and sweating as all he can do it lay there for your use. His ass is still red from your slap and you have the urge to paint it red with handprints. You spread his ass to watch as his hole greedily sucks in your strap, taking it all as you brutally plunge in and out, not giving him any time to get used to the large size you chose.

Your thrusts, while quick and rough, are deep as well. So deep that it's hitting all the right spots inside Toji and he swears he can feel you in his stomach. You try aiming your strap to the specific spot you found early and find yourself successful when Toji screams into the pillow, his dick shooting out his cum onto the sheets below him without warning.

But you don't stop. And when Toji realizes that, he turns to you with widened eyes only to quickly throw his head back with a loud cry. You eye the way his throat is exposed and you lean forward against his back to grab the sides, giving it a squeeze.

Toji moans as his head goes lightheaded at the lack of oxygen. When you lighten your grip, he feels his head spins as he breathes in the air greedily, letting out gasps and whines.

"N-No more, please!" His eyes roll back and you swear you've fucked him stupid. All he can do is babble out pleas as you continue fucking him dumb. He doesn't even realize that he just came again, his cum dirtying the sheets once more. What a shame, you just washed it yesterday too!

"No more? But you're hard again Toji!" You eye his dick that, even though he just came mere seconds ago, begins to become hard again. He looks down at his dick dumbly with dazed eyes and notices the mess he made underneath his dick.

His legs are quivering from the intense thrusts and he feels his thighs about to give out on him but he feels your arm wrap around his waist to keep him upright.

"See how good I'm fucking you, Toji? You could never do this to me." Your hand goes to his stomach to press on the bulge there, making Toji cry out from the pleasure.

"s-so d-deep."

"Are you even listening to me? Or are you too cockdrunk off my strap to even think properly?" Another thrust from you makes Toji moan loudly.

You tsk at him. "If only you could be a good boy for me, Toji. Then I wouldn't have to punish you like this." You're met with loud whimpers and moans from the man who, if you weren't the one fucking him right now, looks as if you would find him in a lewd porn video with all the noises and facial expressions he's making.

"Well it's not like you're not enjoying this punishment of yours, it's clear that you are." You feel Toji trying to grind back into you, chasing the pleasure.

Every whimper and whine he lets out just let you know how absolutely needy he is. How he absolutely wants you to destroy him until all he can think about is the way your strap is hitting deep inside him, milking his cock with every release you give him.

To see the usually stoic, serious man a mess underneath you as he lets out those delicious noises is something you never thought would happen. But oh are you glad that it did.

Toji cums for the third time that night with a scream, his dick releasing less cum from his previous orgasms.

"Too bad though." You grin devilishly at him even though he's not looking at you or is even bothering to hear what you're saying anymore, too dumbed down by the pleasure. "Since I'll be fucking you until you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

[two-red-lungs]

I read a couple of your Eddie smuts and I must say "chef kiss". If I may add to the gutter we are all climbing into, however, I'd love to ask for a list of kinks you think he'd associate with. I know some may be personal imagines/tastes/likes and that is okay! It is what we are here for.

First of all ❤️THANK YOU❤️.

Okay, I have a lot of thoughts about Eddie’s preferences, tastes, kinks, general enjoyments, etc. I have organized them for your viewing pleasure.

Eddie Munson Sexual Headcanons (NSFW Below the Cut):

There is so much going on with this man. SO MUCH.

General Likes/Facts:

The man is a switch. He’s so switchy. He’s like a human multitool.

Nearly anything has the ability to turn him on. You wanna ride him and have him beg to cum and call you mommy? Excellent. He is literally already hard. You want him to fold you in half on the bed and rail you until you’re shaking? He is literally equally as into that, bend over babe.

He’s got a thigh thing. Something about the plush…. The softness… the way the meat of the leg jiggles, how it feels when he grabs it or smacks it, how it cushions him when he fucks. Even nonsexually he loves thighs. Lap pillow, anyone?

BIG ON WETNESS. If you’re his GF he will go stupid horny apeshit monkey brain over your wetness. He’ll literally just play with it, or eat you out for as long as you let him. Almost annoyingly delighted that he can make you so wet.

Mr. “Walking Oral Fixation.” His fingers in your mouth, yours in his, you biting him, him biting you, doesn’t matter as long as long as he gets to feel a lil tongue.

Side note on that: hickeys. On him or you, again, doesn’t matter, they made him preen and walk around all puffed-up and happy because it shows that he cares about someone and they care about him.

Mild exhibitionist. Not in actual “might get caught” scenarios, although he HAS thought about it, but rocking his van in a parking lot? Getting it on in a bathroom stall? It’s so naughty and taboo he LOVES it

If you bring BDSM elements to the table he’s READY to try them. Ready for anything. Sensory deprivation, chastity, mild breath play. He’ll try almost anything once.

Eddie Munson would be like a kid in a candy store if he ever got a sex swing. “The possibilities, baby! The fuckin’ possibilties! Endless!”

Sub!Eddie Likes/Facts:

PUSSYDRUNK PUSSYDRUNK

When Eddie subs you can SLAM DUNK him into subspace two ways: sitting on his face/pinning him, or calling him some variation of “baby boy” or “silly boy”

Likes a little bit of groping/being pushed around. Press him up against a wall and shove a leg between his thighs? He’s got heart eyes.

Adores edging. Such an intense sensation. He likes going mindless during sex and oh BOY does that get him there

Big beggar. Will babble and beg and cajole with spittle running down his chin that he’s been so good and is trying so hard and to please let him cum

Goes fucking feral for mild degradation, especially “stupidification” as long as it doesn’t insult his actual intelligence. Loves being your dumb, sweet, horny angel willing to follow your every order and eat you out with glazed-over, brainless eyes

An ideal Valentine’s Day for him would be you riding him with his hands tied behind his back until he’s so pussydrunk he’s slurring his words, and you’re laughing and biting at his lips and teasing him over it

In softer scenes: praise kink. Oh man PRAISE KINK. Gently riding him while peppering him with kisses and soft little touches, telling him over and over that you love him and he’s so kind and he’s such a hard worker and you enjoy your time with him so much??? Oh he’ll cum but he might cry too

Dom!Eddie Likes/Facts:

Hello HELLO??? This man is the world’s biggest service top. It really lets his “kind of enjoys antagonizing people” side shine through

Multiple. Orgasms. He’ll get an iron grip on your legs and hold one open even when you’re shaking. “C’mon, Princess, I know you got another one for me, there we go, there we gooooo, good girl, fuck…”

He’ll talk to your pussy. Or at least talk about your pussy. “She’s so wet for me baby, feel that? Opening right up for my fingers, shit, is she always this excitable?” With that smug, stupid grin on his face.

Plays the “what did you say?” and “sorry, I couldn’t hear you” game to make you say things louder (like that you want his cock, or that you want to cum)

He’s a great dom honestly but his one flaw is that he folds very very easily when you whine enough for something, like he literally can’t help but DESPERATELY want to give it to you. And he COMPLAINS about it.

“Fuck, baby… shit. Now that’s just… that’s not fair. Don’t use the puppy dog eyes on me. I’m not the bad guy here! Who asked to be tied up, hmmm?”

At first he thought vibrators were the enemy. Now he has realized they’re his ally and it’s made him fucking unstoppable. He’ll literally just keep it pressed against your clit while you buck and squeal and talk the whole time. “Fuuuuck, looks like it feels good, looks like you love it. Feel good baby? Too much? Nah. You can take it. You’re a big girl.”

Eddie’s Icks/Hard Limits:

Scat and blood play. He’d literally look at you like you’d grown a third head if you mentioned either of them. Great way to make things weird.

Don’t get him wrong. He loves you love-tapping his cock a few times, he loves lightly slapping your clit just enough to make you jump, and he adores hands softly squeezing necks because it feels like ownership and a sign of trust. But HURTING you? Actually, ACTUALLY hurting you? Hey he literally cannot fucking stand the thought

He may look the part of metal enthusiast and biker guy but he’s extremely sentimental and romantic under all his “jaded bullshit”, and no amount of rolling out the old “safe sane and consensual” rhetoric will ever convince him to lay a harmful hand on you

Actually getting caught. A, he doesn’t like involving other people. This is a you-and-him thing. And B, Eddie has enough shit to deal with without getting a public indecency charge okay???

Demeaning him too much. It’s the other way around, too, but concerning him it can be very easy to hit him where it genuinely hurts: his sense of intellect. Calling him your sweet, silly slut is one thing. Your stupid little cumdrunk boy is great too. But calling him a moron? A dumbass? Mentioning anything about his academics? Uh-uh. Nope. Eddie has gone flaccid.

Just don’t make him feel like an actual idiot. That’s all he asks. The bar is on the ground, folks.

Cuckolding/cheating. Eddie is a romantic and I’ll die on this hill. As much as he says he doesn’t believe in all that, he clings to his fantasy stories of dashing heroes fighting entire nations for their one true love. The idea that you might get off on fucking someone that’s not him in front of him is actually… emotionally hurtful.

Because at the end of the day he is your big jingly labrador retriever, and hey? He fucking loves you. Loves you more than anything.

Thanks for the ask babe!!!

[oneshotnewbie]

Can we please get a PLL one (I missed my girls) where the reader is Spencers little sister and Emily gf and she’s taken by A and she manages to call Emily and the girls are hysterical and the reader talks to them like its the last time (angsty with a happy ending)

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The streets were dark and deserted as you made your way home from visiting your possibly soon university. You were exhausted from the energy, hustle and bustle of campus life and longed for a quiet evening with Emily. She was probably already waiting for you at your family home, and you were really looking forward to spending the rest of the night with her, probably with a nice hot bath and a relaxing episode of your favorite series.

Tapping the steering wheel and whistling softly to the gentle tune from the radio, the silence was broken by the sound of screeching tires and a car getting dangerously close to you. You tried to stay calm as the car sped up and soon pulled alongside you in the opposite lane. You gripped the coating layer of the steering wheel, your knuckles already turning white as you tried to slow down. You thought maybe the person was just trying to get ahead of you. But it was too late, the car rammed you on the left rear of the vehicle and threw you against the guardrail.

You came to a stop with a thud. The accident wasn't serious, but you felt a sharp pain in your side as you sat up in your seat and watched as the other driver's car came to an abrupt stop. As you tried to calm down and get your bearings, you saw a dark figure get out of the black. Panic gripped you as you realized you were dealing with "A" who had been putting pressure on you and your friend group for years and so, in a desperate attempt to get help, you searched for your phone on the passenger side to make one last call.

Your fingers trembled in fear as you dialed Spencer's number. The phone rang once, twice, and you were startled as a shadow moved into your vision. “A” came walking towards you with slow steps. When you finally heard your sister's voice on the other end, you couldn't hold back your emotions anymore.

"Emily, please... help me," you whispered in a choked voice before your words were drowned out by a loud crash and a high-pitched scream. An iron bar had hit your windshield and gave way under the pressure. "Y/n, what's wrong? Where are you?" your girlfriend shouted, her voice sounding desperate and hysterically when she heard the ominious shattering of glass.

Her brow was furrowed as she threw the history class index cards on the table, standing up immediately to make way for her panic. Spencer, Hanna and Aria stood around her, their faces marked with fear and worry. "Em, I-I don't know how much time I have left in which I can speak. A is here to get me.“

You heard the girls' voices distorted through the phone and tears welled up in your eyes as you glanced nervously out of the broken windbreak. You sobbed as she tried to stay calm on the phone, even though she was already panicking inside, not being able to shake the uneasy feeling that you were in great danger. It gnawed at her and sent a cold shiver down her spine. "I don't know where he/she/it will take me. I'm scared, Em.."

Another shattering of the window in the passenger seat made you jump and a loud scream of your name came through the phone, followed by the voices of Hanna, Aria and Spencer, who were screaming in pure fear. "Y/n, listen, we'll find you, okay? Stay calm and do everything A tells you to survive!" Aria spoke, her voice shaking.

You felt how time was running out and the shadow under the hood was crowding you. There was no time to run away, especially since the stabbing pain wouldn't allow it. You shook your head. "You won't be able to find me, just like we haven't been able to find A all these years. Caleb will track my phone and then there will be no further trace of me. I will disappear.“ you spoke carefully, unbuckling your seatbelt and moving wildly looking around - the dark figure had disappeared from your view. "Emily.. I love you," you whispered in a broken voice, a stream of tears running down your cheeks.

“I love you too, sweetie,” the person addressed immediately replied with a halting voice, swallowing the lump in her throat as she looked to Spencer for help. Her mind was racing as she tried to think of a way out of this nightmarish situation. „I will find you. I will bring you back to me. I promise you!" you nodded involuntarily to yourself, listening to the voices of your friends encouraging you and promising to save you. But you also felt your strength fading, and you knew it wouldn't be long before something would happen that would end your life.

"Spencer, Hanna, Aria.." you whispered one last time and wiped your damp cheeks. "I-I.. thank you.. for everything."

Before anyone could answer, the door to your car was thrown open and you were pulled roughly out of the vehicle by the collar of your shirt. Your senses raged with fear as you felt a strong arm drape over your middle. Your screams were muffled by a rag held over your mouth as you listened tot he desperate cries of the girls. 

The world around you blurred and the darkness started to surround you. You didn't know why you had to be the victim. But you knew you had to fear for your life.

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Two weeks had passed since you were kidnapped, and your friends' desperation grew with each passing day. The girls and their boyfriends had searched tirelessly for clues, but so far without success. Every day that you weren't found felt like an eternity to Emily.

Everyone had vowed not to give up, and they worked day and night to pursue every lead they could find. They searched the city and checked every place outside of Rosewood where they thought "A" might be holding you.

Then, finally, after countless hours of searching, they came across a promising lead. Mona had given them a tip that led them to an abandoned place on the outskirts of New York. It was a gloomy place, overgrown with weeds and marked by decay, but they knew they couldn't waste time.

As they walked along the small cobbled path past a house, they immediately felt the weight of the darkness that must reign there. But they did not let their resolve be deterred. Especially not Emily. She ran into the house and searched every room, every corner, every deserted hallway, her heart pounding with fear and hope. But she found nothing.

But as Caleb was about to close the closet, he heard a faint noise from somewhere below him. He followed the whimper and knelt down before feeling the carpet that had been laid out and discovered something underneath it. He picked at the corners of the rancid carpet, tossed it aside and found a hatch that led to an underground cellar. "I have something here!" he shouted and Emily immediately came around the corner, her shaking hands holding onto the hatch and immediately pulling it up.

They carefully descended the creaky ladder steps and when she entered the basement everyone froze in shock. There, in a crummy corner, you sat huddled on the floor, pale and exhausted, but alive. A hint of relief flooded through Emily as she rushed over to you and pulled you tightly into her arms. Spencer couldn't avoid rushing to her sister either.

"You found me," you whispered with a weak smile, your fingers dancing on your lover's cheek while your other hand searched for your sister's. "And we never gave up on you."

They left the scene together. Tobi had already alerted Tanner and some rescue workers, who immediately took you away to look after you. Emily breathed out, close to tears. She finally had you back, even though she thought she had long since lost you.

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After your long stay in the hospital, you finally returned home. Walking back to your room felt like a rebirth after all the days of imprisonment and suffering, a return to a place of safety and peace. The air smelled familiar and the warmth of home enveloped you like a blanket of security. A familiar hug that you so desperately needed.

When you took the stairs to your room and shortly afterwards entered it, your breath caught in your throat. The gentle smell of food rubbed under your nose, there were candles everywhere that flickered gently and casted a warm light into the room. A bouquet of colorful flowers sat on your bedside table and your eyes widened in surprise as you saw how Emily had transformed the room into a romantic paradise.

"Em...that's incredible." you breathed as you fully entered it and closed the door behind you. Your heart felt warm and light as she felt the love Emily had put into this surprise. Your lover stepped out from the shadows smiling, her eyes shining with love and affection. "Welcome home, my love." She said quietly and moved closer to you to press a tender kiss on your lips.

“This is... this is beautiful,” you whispered as tears of gratitude sparkled in your eyes. She gently took you in her arms and hugged you tightly. "I wanted you to feel loved as soon as you got home." She spoke quietly and led you to your balcony, where you sat down at the small table and began to enjoy the delicious meal that Emily had lovingly prepared. You couldn't believe how much effort she had put into making you happy. Every bite was like a declaration of love and you thanked the stars for the wonderful woman who was by your side.

“Thank you for always being there for me,” you spoke carefully, ruining the silence that had settled between the two of you. "Forever, don't you remember?" she asked, pulling up her sleeve. The colorful bracelet you had made for her years ago, before your relationship, was still attached to her wrist.

You smiled and pulled her towards you with a wave of your hand to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

After dinner you relaxed on the balcony lounger, wrapped in blankets and surrounded by stars. Emily cared for you lovingly, gently stroking your hair and whispering words of love and care to you. "I'm so grateful you're home," she spoke softly, holding you tighter against her front. "I couldn't imagine a better place to be." You replied and smiled happily, leaning your head back on her chest and closing your eyes.

In that moment, your home felt not just like a place, but like the safest and most beautiful place in the world. With Emily by your side, anything felt possible, and you knew that with her you could overcome any challenge life threw at you. All the darkness and pain you had been through could be overcome by your soulmate.

[lavykitty]

oooh a request where tony wants to take control and ask his gf reader to wear a collar! include master, leashes, collar, dildos! pls

A/N: It’s kind of short but I wanted to get something written for October 1st. Hope you enjoy!

“You’ve been a brat” Tony’s voice is low and raspy. His hand gripping your throat. His teeth lightly grazing your ear.

“I’m sorry, Master” you try to give him innocent eyes.

He chuckles darkly, “You need to be punished.”

You gulp as his hand tightens around your neck. His lips start to kiss you, sucking hickeys into your soft skin.

He pushes you forward so you fall on the bed. He grins down at you, lust in his eyes. He goes to the bedside table and unlocks the drawer.

“Bad bunnies get punished” he pulls out a red and gold collar, the color of his iron man suit.

He motions for you to crawl towards him. You pout a little when he puts the collar around your neck.

“Aha, bunny. You need to learn a lesson. And here I thought I would go easy on you”

You gulp when you hear this. He chuckles darkly as he fishes in the drawer for another object. He pulls out a leash and attaches it to the collar. He tugs on it lightly.

He gets a dark look in his eyes when he turns to the bed frame. He chuckles darkly as he fastens them leash to the post, preventing you from moving.

“Master still has one more thing for you, my naughty bunny”

He presents a slender package to you and motions for you to open it. Once you do you see a slick red and gold dildo. It’s longer than what you are used to, but the most surprising feature is what’s on the end.

Tony cackles “I thought since you were acting like a bratty little bunny you deserved to wear a cotton tail.”

He picks up the dildo and gently strokes the cotton tail that is attached to the bottom.

Your eyes widen when he pushes you on your back. “Master thinks his little bunny needs to apologize for being a brat”

You nod your head and open your mouth. He laughs again, “no, you aren’t going to suck me off. You are going to sit on your new toy for a few hours, and you better not cum.”

He moves your panties to the side as he takes the dildo and gently pushes it against your asshole. He fake frowns when it makes you squeal. “Oh baby we are just getting started”

He pushes the dildo in all the way, the base of it touching your ass cheeks. The cotton tail looking puffy.

He smirks down at your frame, which is clenching around the dildo. “I think I’ll just leave you like this. And when I come back you can apologize to me properly”

He walks away leaving you tied to the bed and in desperate need for release.

[wednesdaysswoes]

when u walk away .

pairing : xavier thorpe x anorexic reader

summary : xavier knew reader had mental health issues , but to what extent ?

warnings : mentions of anorexia , depression , anxiety , sorry if u have ed and it’s not like this for u, i personally have it which is why some of the examples in the story are so specific,#skinnyicon 😭😭 also if this makes uncomfortable srry just don’t read it😛

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you woke up with a gasp , enid had shook you awake when you were in a particularly deep slumber , you squeezed your eyes shut , praying maybe if you pretended you were dead she would leave.

“Y/N!! did you forget an alarm? we have to leave for breakfast soon.”

you rolled ur eyes as you turned back over in bed “im not hungry, plus id rather be sleeping before class, i’ll wake up before class starts .” you said ignoring her other words , exhaustion taking over you.

“well what about xavier ? it’ll be awkward if he sits at the table with us and you’re not there.” she replied back , trying to coax her out of bed.

“well xavier can deal with it im trying to sleep enid “

sighing , enid grabbed her things and went out the door , and about twenty minutes later after silent peace , y/ns alarm went off to get ready for class.

sitting herself up, she rubbed her eyes as she looked at the bruises forming on her legs , her iron had become extremely low recently , causing her to bruise over pretty much everything .

she put mascara on , and spot concealer over her eyebags , but she didn’t really care to do the rest of her makeup , instead putting on her uniform and focusing on avoiding xavier before first period .

which was really the last thing she wanted to do, but she felt like she needed to avoid him for her own sake , lately he has started to do what all bfs to with their gfs , worry about them .

but it was for a specific reason , she has began to heavily decrease the food she was eating , which caused xavier to worry for a multitude of reasons, when you guys were intimate , he held you like glass, like you could break at any moment , any slight grip from his hands would end with a bruise forming on you , which made him worry even more.

but also because of your drop in weight , he even confirmed it himself when he checked the size of one of ur shirts u had left in his room when u first started dating , size M, to your uniform you even had to rebuy to get in a smaller size , a size XS.

you thought about it as you walked , bag over your shoulder as you walked through the halls , and into first period botany . You avoided xavier’s eyes as he obviously was wondering where you were that morning .

sitting down , he taps your thigh . “why didn’t you answer my texts ?” he asks . “i dont think i even brought it with me , i haven’t really been on it.” you reply absentmindedly , which makes him fiddle his fingers in concern .

“it’s just i was looking for you most of the morning .” he said , before mrs thornhill began speaking.

about 45 minutes later , everyone began to pack their things for next period, which unlucky for you was another class with xavier .

as the bell rang and you guys left for class , xavier noticed you turn to the opposite way of the hallway . “did you not wanna walk together ?” he asked catching up with you “plus where are you even going ?”

“im just going the long way , i don’t really wanna go to class” you responded , which made him frown “well you can’t ditch .” he said , matter of factly, to which you rolled you eyes . “obviously, i wouldve just been late or something .” you responded

“oh okay.. so i’ll see you later ? “ he says , heading to your guys’s next class . you didn’t respond as you walked away , you really didn’t mean to treat him this way, when you were at war in you head you tended to create war with everyone else, even if xavier was the one helping you fight .

you walked into the bathroom , sitting in a stall and resting your head against the wall ; you were exhausted, you didn’t even realize when the bell rang for class, or when five minutes turned to ten minutes , when ten turned into you being in the bathroom all period .

You would’ve probably stayed sitting there longer had xavier not texted you.

xav 💕 : did i do smth? why are you avoiding me

you shut your phone off as you walked out of the bathroom to the hallway near your third period , as you had technically already skipped a class, you couldn’t skip anymore . luckily this was a class without xavier in it.

You walked through the door and sat down in the back , the farthest from the teachers desk and you put your head down. you hadn’t realized you began to doze off, and woke up to your teacher shaking you awake .

“Y/N! if you cannot remain awake during class hours i will have to let principal weems know that.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked out , just wanting the day over.

when classes had concluded for the day , you trudged back into your dorm , wanting nothing more then to sleep or even just lay down . But sadly as you walked into your room you realized it was friday.

date night.

you walked in to see Xavier sitting on your bed with flowers , you mustered a smile and greeted him with a hug.

“hey lover” he spoke softly , wrapping his arms around you, to which you reciprocated. he kissed the top of your head , speaking softly “wanna still go out ? we dont have to if you aren’t up for it, i mean you seemed pretty off earlier .”

you took a breath in “yea we can, i just wasn’t feeling well earlier , sorry”

“that’s always your excuse , you never feel well .”

“well what do you want me to say xavier?”

“i just-“ he put his insecurities aside , as much as people told him your behavior meant you were being unfaithful, he knew that wasn’t it. “i just want you to talk to me , im worried about you .”

you blinked at him for a moment “why are you worried about me ?”

“why am i- why wouldn’t i be? im your boy friend and - and you’re dropping weight like crazy y/n, i don’t know if something’s wrong or not when you don’t talk to me.”

you were a little stunned , sure you knew you had a problem, but it was like u had put yourself in a bubble , thinking that you were the only one to notice anything about yourself . you didn’t realize how painfully obvious it was when u skipped breakfast and dinner , only opting for lunch .

“I mean- y/n you weren’t even overweight you - you were healthy and just i don’t understand why you’d do something like that to yourself.”

“well maybe i don’t either Xavier! but the last thing i need is you coming in here and fucking getting mad at me about it!”

“baby im not mad at you . im worried about you , and im sad whatever your dealing with you feel you have to hide from everyone , i just want you to talk to me.”

“nothing is wrong xavier , i just- can we do date night another night ? im tired.” you said , walking away from him.

“but - y/n “ he said standing up and walking towards you “why do you always walk away when i try to help?”

“because i- i don’t even know what’s wrong.” you said , looking away because you were embarrassed. but he gently grabbed ur chin and turned your face towards him . “then please let me help you, i just feel like you aren’t happy , no matter what you do , and it’s just - i’ve noticed things that make me really worried.”

you blinked at him , confused “such as?” you said , which prompted his heavy response . “remember how bad your periods used to get ? like it used to knock you off your schedule for days and made you miserable , you don’t think it was noticeable you stopped having your period ? “

you were irritated now as you thought of a rebuttal “well then why didn’t you check if i was pregnant?” you said spitefully . “i mean , fair. but you were only losing weight , so i didn’t think it was that , i googled it and malnutrition can make your period stop, im - im not trying to be nosy and in your business about it , bu-“

“well you are” you said harshly , standing up “and you shouldn’t be .” he looked at with hurt and concern, as you grabbed your phone and backpack and walked out of your room.

“i died a lot , to live a little with you.”

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[big-gay-bird]

I have kinda a stream on consciousness a lot the I/P stuff I need to get off my chest. I expect it piss off everyone, so I am putting it under a cut.

I just need to say something outloud and my loving gf has listened to me enough.

Some of this rooted in formal education, some is just my understanding. I am not gonna to dig up sources.

Palestine has been home to many different cultural groups for centuries. That includes a lot of different religious practices and unique histories too

Palestine was occupied, as much of the Middle East was at the time, by colonial forces like England between the world wars.

Historically displaced Jews facing antisemitic violence have at times chosen to go Palestine as they felt it was the best option in the face of a lot of shitty ones. (These are Jews whose homes were either burned down or occupied by others.)

After the Shoah, Europe and the US looked at the hundreds of thousands of newly freed Jewish people and said “instead of doing the slow painful work of getting you your original homes and communities back and stable, we’re just gonna send you somewhere else and give you some stuff to figure it and do the work yourself.”

The US actually weighed bringing them all to Alaska at the time but Palestine was chosen.

Out of a desire to, I believe, not have to deal with it, the US and Europe gave the brand new Israel all it needed to do whatever the hell it wanted to do. They didn’t want to actually help displaced people, but they had to do something so we wouldn’t show up in their own countries and require their help.

This began a multiple generations long genocide driven in part by a deep fear that Jewish peoples were no longer safe anywhere in the world so a iron oppressive grip on “Israel” was necessary. Were the early Zionists wrong to be afraid? No. Were they wrong to commit acts of genocide against Palestinian out of that fear? Of course, there were other ways to make a safe place for Jews, and the US and Europe absolutely knew that but they didn’t care enough to reign anyone in (at literally any point.)

I want to state at this point, I despise the way the Israeli government and the IDF especially has taken advantage of Jewish inter generational trauma and fear.

Now are the refugees of the Shoah and their descendants the only Jewish refugees in Israel currently? No! Not by a long shot! There are Jewish refugees from all over the world living in Israel to escape antisemitic violence. Yes this includes groups such as Ethiopian Jews who are not in any way shape or form white! They came to Israel specifically for a reason. To say Israeli citizens are all white is wild af as Israel, to my knowledge, is how to some of the most racially diverse communities of Jews?

Does being a refugee entitle you to genocide of indigenous people? No! Of course not! Refugees and how to support them in ways that keep them safe while not fucking over indigenous populations is an important international conversation that the west is objectively not ready to participate in and it sucks! A lot!!!

I keep hearing “I support all indigenous Palestinians, if you’re Jewish and Palestinian you’re ok!” But a lot of Jewish people in that area are not going to ID as Palestinian! A lot will ID as Mirachi or Sephardi, two identities I will bet that most gentile USAians don’t know much about!

So now getting into this conflict.

What is happening to Palestine currently is genocide plan and simple. The immensity of War crimes committed by the IDF and is isreali government is something I will do everything in my power to see prosecuted. It should not be happening full stop. It is also transparently an apartheid, which is also unacceptable. There absolutely racism being used to target and dehumanize Palestinians. It ALL has to stop and I have organized around this idea in the past.

Westerns who do not know people in the P/I area or do not have people in community that do know people there, are getting their news filtered to them. I understand that, and I understand there is A LOT of propaganda at work.

However I am literally begging leftists to believe average Isreali person who may have a lot of the same beliefs you do in all this. “Unconfirmed” in a war zone does not mean untrue. (Though I also believe the governments repeating it as fact is causing more harm all around too so like there is a little middle ground here.) I am not asking leftist to believe Netanyahu or the IDF, I am asking them to believe people who are literally there living through this who are not all white women.

I am also begging people to understand that not all Jews have a planes to hop on to leave. The reason why you are hearing from those American Jews who did is because they are American and they are more easy to access by news reporters in the US.

It is an absolute shit show over there and everyone has a bias! That is part of existing! It’s ok to have questions and note where accounts disagree, but to assume Jews are always the ones lying because you think they’re all white western colonializers or something actually is antisemitism!

Also I don’t think gentiles understand that Netanyahu and IDF are counting on your antisemitism. They are counting on you making the US unsafe for Jews. They look all this shit that’s being said and say “see, the leftists want you and your loved ones dead. They’ll assume you’re lying. The only safe place that cares about you is here.” So you want to be a real anti-Zionist? You help us fight that propaganda by being both a Palestinian AND a Jewish ally. I promise it is so possible to be both.

[sxlver-sweet]

dazai thirst: something about dazai being skinny and having a thick gf makes me ascend to heaven. imagine her crushing him with her thighs and tits, it gets better if she's pregnant 🤤

DKSLGDZSDK I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE. skinny guys with thick girls are just so *chef's kiss* and i literally don't know why

dazai is utterly enamored with your body, but you’re already well aware of that. his infatuation with your curves has always been evident in his inability to keep his hands to himself, whether it be by wrestling you down to rest his head on your thighs or teasing one of your nipples with his tongue as your ample breasts bounced in time with the roll of your hips along his cock. at this point, it was strange for him not to be hanging all over you. his obsession with you only intensified after he knocked you up and watched your body change in preparation for your child. his dark eyes sparkled with wonder and anticipation as he eyed the newly developed swell of your breasts and the rounding of your pretty belly, both which seemed to chip away at his carefully honed discipline more and more with every passing day. he took every available opportunity to bury his face in the valley of your breasts; and, sometimes, you had to physically peel him away from your chest out of fear that he wasn’t receiving enough air. but as soon as you released him, he face-planted right back into your tits without so much as a word, completely disregarding the scarlet flush of his face and the bleariness of his eyes. being completely honest, dazai would die a happy man with his face in your chest, lazily kissing and suckling hickeys into the supple flesh until his consciousness slips.

well, maybe there’s a more preferable method.

“dazai, not so loud!” you wince at the obscene slurp resounding from the apex of your legs, courtesy of the tongue zealously splitting through your entrance and the pair of puckered lips swallowing down the arousal gushing forth. dazai’s knees knock against the wooden floorboards as he shifts closer to you, slender fingers dimpling your thighs with a bruising grip as he pries them open to allow himself better access to your cunt. 

your words fall upon deaf ears. dazai has zero intention of heeding your warning, especially since his mind is so shrouded in a thick haze of carnality that he can barely even remember when the last time he took a breather was. but, you should know this—know him by now. how can you expect him to hold back when his pregnant wife is spread out on the edge of the bed, all trusting vulnerability and doe eyes? your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth in a bashful pout as you peer down at him over a stomach tumescent with his seed. your plump thighs—still decorated with remnants of love bites from previous sessions—tremble in his iron grasp as you fight the urge to close them around his head. 

but, with one ruthless suck on your clit, your legs are doing just that: snapping around dazai’s head as a soprano whine erupts from your lips. the feeling of your thighs crushed against his temples coaxes a moan from him, the vibrations reverberating against your puffy clit and sending your hips tilting against his lips in a slow grind. his face is roseate with heat and the strain of not breathing; but, he simply cannot find it within himself to care about oxygen as he melts against you, strong fingers kneading at your hips and saliva dripping down his chin as he laps up whatever you have to offer him. 

yeah, maybe suffocation via your thighs is a better way to go.

[yuutasprincess]

yuuta and his dumb lil gf, molding her to be his perfect little housewife?

<3

The molded metal captures your finger and clicks agains the pan in your grasp, the silver shines next to the dark handle and your eyes can’t seem to tear away from the gleam. it feels so domestic, the frills on your apron brush against your thighs and fill your tummy with butterflies as you stare at the ring. the air is warm and there’s a lingering scent of mint and pine, it smells like him. the open window above the sink makes the bow tied around your waist sway and tickle your bare skin, your thighs clench at the breeze that carries an earthy smell throughout the house. it overpowers the familiar scent of your beloved and a frown tugs at your lips; you miss him. the sizzle from the pan makes your head snap and the tip of your finger throbs as the skin bubbles from the heat and your hold on the handle loosens. feet patter against the kitchen floor as you rush to flip on the water, you’re well and aware that he’s going to be mad.

Tears blur your vision when you hear the chain on the front door jingle, a lock clicks and another breeze swims through the halls to greets you. “I’m home” you can envision the smile on his tired face as he kicks his shoes off. yet his eyebrows furrow when he doesn’t see you rushing down the hall in your cute little apron, arms outstretched and eyes wide to take him into your tender embrace. he’s quick to find you, hands finding place on your hips almost immediately as he leans over your shoulder. “Oh, let me see” your lower lip trembles when he peeks at the burn mark on your finger, “m sorry yuu, I told you I wouldn’t hurt myself again and I-” shame fills you and your head hands low, how will you ever be a good housewife if you keep making a muck of things? yuuta had graciously allowed you to move into his home- has taken it upon himself to teach you to be a good wife, yet all you do is struggle with simple tasks and cause trouble.

The washer has too many buttons that your pretty head just cant wrap around, the iron is always so confusing as well! how are you supposed to know what water works best on clothes? but you do try! you try your very best, you always cook on the stove closest to the sink to help wash away frequent injuries and you’ve even learned how to drain the mop after you clean the floors! “M sorry yuu” fat tears roll down your cheeks when yuuta brings your fingers to his lips to graze over the burning flesh. “You’re so pretty when you cry, don’t apologize” his thumb catches one of the drops trailing along your jaw and he tilts your head up to press a sweet kiss to your lips. your hand rests limply in his and the other clings to the stained fabric of his jacket, you’re so lucky. his hold on you moves south to grip the back of your thighs as he eases you onto the counter, goosebumps rise on your exposed legs at the cold sensation and a squeal leaves your lips when he flips up the skirt of your apron.

His fingers pull at your folds and he smiles at the strands keeping them connected, your tiny hole clenches around nothing and the load of cum he had given you earlier spills from your soft pussy when he pushes a finger in. your delicate walls greet his finger as he traces around the tight muscle and curls upwards. “You’re gonna be such a good wife” his head dips down to watch the way his index disappears into your wet cunt and his tongue peeks out when you squirm. his palm twists to hit your clit and another pitched whine leaves you when he slides his hand across your leaking slit. his slicked fingers grip your thighs and his lips meet yours while he fiddles with his pants, fabric drops and a greedy hum escapes when he pulls you closer to the ledge. “My wife” the ring on his finger matches yours and digs into the supple flesh of your thigh when he spreads your legs, the metal slips up to your hip and rubs soothing circles as he aligns the heated tip with your pretty cunt. the shame from earlier is replaced with pride at the word wife, because you’ll gladly be his airheaded wife who waits diligently for her husband to come home and fuck her stupid.

[hehebread]

[BKDK] Izuku keeps mentioning a Kacchan to reporters and they think that's his gf

this was a request on twt that i had way too much fun writing. warning for suggestive language!

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“And is there…. a special person….or a group of people you would like to thank on air today? Anyone who inspired you? Anyone you would attribute your success to? An image of victory per say?”

Izuku’s eyes glimmer as the bright lights of the studio reflect on his irises. “Oh!” He jumps in his seat, his perfectly- coiffed curls bouncing as he nods frantically to the show’s host. “Yes! Yes!” Leaning forward with his hands on his leg, the camera zooms in on his face where the blush is painting his cheeks. “I wouldn’t be the hero I am today if it wasn’t for Kacchan!”

And it’s as if an earthquake alert dropped on the talk show. The host grows this devious grin on his face as he turns to the camera team and says, “Well, well, well, behind every great man is a woman after all.”

Izuku isn’t quite sure why the host is bringing his mother into this since the interview is reaching its end and he has already discussed her influence in detail very early on, but he doesn’t get a chance to ponder.

The host, Yamaguchi-san, leans into Izuku’s space with renowned interest and an interesting glint in his eyes. Izuku feels himself sweating in his oversized maroon-striped suit.

“So, Midoriya-san, Hero Deku, Rising Symbol of Equity and Hope, can you tell us more about … Kacchan?” His voice goes higher at the last syllable, almost sing songs, and Izuku is not sure if he should be worried or not, but he won’t pass an opportunity to gush about Kacchan!

“Ah, Kacchan is very … confident, hardworking, strong, and smart. Kacchan is a hero who knows how to lead a team and perform under pressure, an inspiration to both myself and our entire graduating class, and a”—Izuku can feel the heat rise in his face as he tries to hide in his colour— “a shining star who was closer to me than All Might!”

The host makes a loud ‘AWWW’ noise at the same time as the small audience in the studio. “My, my! Sounds like Kacchan is very important to Hero Deku! Don’t be shy! Tell us more! Is there a physical description to go with your precious person?”

“Ahm!” Izuku fiddles with his fingers as he avoids the gazes on him. There a long beat of silence before he manages to say, “Muscles….Blonde…..Sharp eyes….” With a vague gesture to his middle section, he mumbles, barely audible, “Big, ugh…..” Heart.

“OOOOOOOOOH!” The host goes wild and so does the audience. “So are we talking Hiromi Oshima type big or maybe Rio Natsume, or aaaah Aki Hoshino even ….?”

Izuku feels his ears ring in humiliation as he tries to process what they’re talking about. Something Kacchan has in common with all these beautiful women is his big successful career so Izuku nods. “Yes!” Then, a thought occurs and he rises in his chair. “Even bigger!”

After all, Kacchan’s net worth is higher than these ladies.

“BIGGER?”

“The biggest!”

“Oh my god!” The host is losing his mind now! “And is it … natural? Or did Kacchan get a little help from professionals?”

“No, no, no! Kacchan was a natural ever since we were in school together!” Izuku’s eyes shine with a fire to defend his childhood best friend, no longer trying to hide in his big suit. “No one helped Kacchan get this big!”

“That’s … amazing!” The host shakes his head in both awe and disbelief. “Now we want to see Kacchan in action! When the hero works around the city, defeating villains, does the size get in the way?”

Does Kacchan’s fame get in the way of his work? “Sometimes,” Izuku muses, “But Kacchan never lets the restless and perky nuisances stop him, y’know. With a little shake from his hands, and a few colourful words of wisdoms, nothing gets in the way!” Izuku laughs as he remembers Kacchan’s way of dismissing fans and reporters alike.

“Wow!”

“Of course, there are times where Kacchan’s big firm moulds become springy and hard to control, but I have yet to see an instance where that has been a major issue. ”

Kacchan is still having some adjustment problems with his new hero costume, particularly his grenade mould, but that’s as far as distractions go.

“Does Kacchan not use support?”

“Uhm, only when it’s a dire situation! Sometimes I’m even allowed to provide assistance!”

“You must be very lucky…”

“I am! It feels … exciting and … very special! Kacchan doesn’t trust just anyone, y’know! I can never quite get used to the trust we built together. We are one unit working together.”

“Do you use your hands…. Or something else?”

“Oh, hands! Yes! But anything works really! Whatever Kacchan is comfortable with and needs at the time. Black Whip, combo moves, an iron grip...”

The host furrow his brows and seems to be considering Izuku’s answer before he opens his mouth again. “Uhm, never mind.” He then turns to the camera, smile back on. “Our time is almost running out! Thank you, hero Deku for your time! We look forward to seeing you again in the big screen!”

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The next day, Izuku wakes up to the headline: Hero Deku And His Mysterious Busty New Girlfriend: The Beautiful and Spunky Kacchan!

He’s doomed

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He sees Kacchan early the next day.

Having spent the morning talking to tabloids and the host show agents about the misunderstanding and whether or not it was possible to take down the episode at least, Izuku slumps his head on his desk in defeat.

Oh, this is very bad.

He starts thumping his forehead on the wood in sync with the bleeps noises in the phone, already planning his funeral in his head.

Okay, so it seems the suspense around this girlfriend is raking up his popularity, but god, at what cost.

“Nerd, we need to talk.”

Izuku’s soul near flies to the roof at the sound of the door to his office slamming close. Fuckfuckfuck.

Kacchan stands before him with his hand on his hip, teeth snarled and looking ready to tear his flesh open. Oh, this is going to be fun!

After flashing a haughty glare at the glass door to scare away the nosy friends hanging about, Kacchan continues, “About the interview.”

Of course! Yes! His final hour is approaching. “Haahahaha, what about it?” Izuku feels his undershirt cling to his torso, sweat collecting on his face. He directs a shaky hand to a nearby chair. “Feel free to take a seat, Kacchan! You want me to get you anything? Water, tissues, uhm, a knife, a body sized bag, or uhhh, a shovel? I think I have some spare sheets of paper if you’d like to give me a chance to—“

“So…” Kacchan starts.

“PLEASE TELL MY MUM I LOVE HER!”

“…this Kacchan, huh?” Having completely ignored every single word Izuku just said, Kacchan crosses his arms and scowls. “Is she strong? How come I never heard about her before? Since when did you start dating this gravure idol and pro hero, huh?”

“Wha—?”

“So, you just go around giving everyone pretty nicknames now?” Kacchan snorts and his expression darkens before he slams his hands on Izuku’s desk. He looks at Izuku from under his chin, and Izuku swear he can see flames behind his eyes. He growls, “What’s her actual name?”

An alarm bell rings in Izuku’s ears and he stutters, “Ka— Ka— Kat— Katsuko! Bakugan Katsuko…….”

Kacchan’s expression doesn’t change and Izuku feels his heart leap to his throat. God, Kacchan is gonna call his bluff at any minute now. He’s going to reject him then he’s going to break his heart and his bones.

“What’s she like?”

Kacchan shifts forward slightly and Izuku is just know noticing the ample cleavage in clear view. Right there. In front of Izuku’s face. “Uhm. Ah, she’s very, ugh, im- pec— impeccable!! And strong! Muscl— mature!! Breasty too – I mean, pretty! PRETTY!” Izuku bites his tongue then swallows thickly. “Beautiful, actually!” Lifting his gaze to meet Kacchan, he whispers, “Gorgeous. Just the most amazing person in my life.”

Kacchan is staring intently with his sharp red eyes, and Izuku feels his chest swell with confidence he never had before. “Kacchan is my inspiration, and I just … love … Kacchan so much. I wish I had the courage to tell him— um, her that.”

“Are you two serious?” Kacchan asks, impassive but there is silent rage hiding behind his words.

Something flashes quickly through Kacchan’s eyes before he narrows them. It takes Izuku a second to recognise that it’s /hurt/ and then he realise what he has just done.

“No, no, no!” Izuku backtracks immediately. “I don’t even know her that well! In fact, she kinda smells and definitely has sweating problem.” Izuku needs to do damage control and come clean NOW. “You know what? I will call her and break up with her right now. Ha ha ha.”

What the hell is he saying? Who is he going to call?

Kacchan stands up while Izuku fumbles with his phone. “Don’t be a dick,” he says, before he heads to the door.

Izuku jumps from his chair and is ready to chase after him when Kacchan stops him. “How big?”

“Huh?”

“You said Bakugan was big.”

Ah, yes, he did. Tragically.

“Um, y’know just…” Izuku motions with his hands like he’s moulding two doughballs, palms up and fingers wiggling because he’s lost control of his life once he accepted his funeral date, but that’s not even happening anymore so what is he doing really.

He then makes am hourglass shape in the air and belatedly realises that he’s just outlining Kacchan’s shape in front of him. Izuku retreats his hands and puts them behind his back in shame.

Kacchan is looking at him funny. Like he’s trying to figure something out.

“Does she shoot aerial bomb or something? Is that a combat-style quirk?”

Izuku blinks.

Kacchan just sneers and turns around.

“Whatever. I’m doing a photoshoot this afternoon. The Sekushī clothing line is dropping a new summer set and they asked me to model.”

“Se- Sekushi?? You mean, like—” Izuku feels his face go impossibly red. “You’re saying that, you’re going to wear, like…..” his voice goes down to a whisper when he says “…..a b-b-b-b-b-bikini?”

“Swimwear,” Kacchan turns to say over his shoulder, “Among other things.”

The sexy smirk he sends Izuku’s way is doing very, very weird things to Izuku’s body and imagination, things too inappropriate to describe in a work setting.

Kacchan leaves but not without offering the most dangerous challenge to Izuku’s mental wellbeing. “Feel free to drop in.”

Oh, he absolutely will.

“Bring Bakugon.”

Oh, he absolutely will not.

Actually….

Maybe, he will.

Kacchan is going to ruin Izuku

[mega-bastard]

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frat boy! oikawa tooru x iwaizumi's gf! reader

warnings: cheating (everyone's cheating in this frat house tonight), drugging (reader thought she was doing coke, actually percs), drug mentions: coke, weed, percs, non-con, gas-lighting, manipulation, iwai and oiks are shitty frat boys what can i say

wc: 1.9k

a/n: my piece for the intoxicated collab hosted by the whore house <3 you can check it out here! i have never written for this pretty rat bastard but I kinda like this version of oikawa that now lives in my brain. he's a shitty bastard but meh. this is very, very, very, v e r y loosely based on a real experience i had with percs ( i don't condone the use of percs !! ). also, do not mix drugs if you are doing them, especially percs with alcohol!

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you know you're fucked as the last of the pretty white line vanishes through the end of a cut-up straw and into your nose. that too pretty smile tooru's wearing almost looks sinister as the feeling of prickles dances across your brain and the feeling of slight numbness snakes up your appendages. it's cemented further when drowsiness sinks in.

worst of all, you know you've lost when tooru's featherlight touch across your bottom lip has you sucking his thumb like your boyfriend isn't somewhere else in the same house

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leading up to the frat party, you were excited ! time spent with your roommate was always fun, your partner in crime for getting wasted silly before proceeding to call your boyfriends to be picked up and continue the fun from there.

their frat's parties are always choice, thematic some days and just a reason to drink and make poor choices others. your poison of choice always being egging hajime on throughout the night to be fucked dumb when he's pushed beyond his limit-- the perfect fun for you.

but there's always tooru.

it's been too many times to count where you think you've finally got hajime right where you need him and then tooru's there to effectively whisk hajime away-- always with a snide reminder that you're there with your roommate, his girlfriend so 'why don't you go find her, she'll get lonely!'

ironic, considering that if she and you were up to trouble together he'd badger you over being negligent of hajime.

regardless, you fully entitled to enjoy yourself tonight-- tooru be damned.

before you could fester longer on the leech that was tooru, your roommate poses a comment about the outfits planned for tonight. it's enough to steal away your attention, and you find yourselves trying and tossing off clothes interspersed with chatter and gossip of all manner. by the end of it, you look downright sinful-- dressed in a silky feeling black bodycon with lace trim.

the intention is to rile hajime up, get him irritated having to be watchful over you to keep his sleazy frat brothers away. except for tooru, he's always the exception. he couldn't let any of his other brothers be the exception? you'd take temperamental kyotani over tooru any day. it's only a minor bonus kyotani is nice to look at.

by the time your roommate is ushering you to the uber you're quite tipsy, still aware of yourself but relaxed enough to giggle along to the lame jokes your uber throws over his shoulder at you two. idly, you think he's kinda cute.

the party is in full swing by the time your uber pulls up, people idling out on the lawn in stark contrast to the blaring music coming from the house itself. hajime and tooru are waiting outside for the both of you as you exit the uber. giving the uber a sweet smile before closing the door.

you try to ignore the lingering look tooru fixates you with as you make your way to the boys.

" tooooruuuu~" your roommate all but throws herself into her boyfriend, giggly and happy to see him. he returns the embrace, peppering her cheery face in kisses before returning her greeting "hi princess, you look ravishing as usual."

you fight to keep the cringe of your face at the nickname, opting to ignore their sugary-sweet pda in favor of hajime. you link your arms behind his neck before blinking up at him, pressing a chaste kiss to his chin before grinning cheekily " hi bubs, missed you today". his own hands settle on your hips, rubbing softly at the material of your dress before smiling down at you. he mumbles his own greeting before pressing a kiss to your temple, beginning to drag you inside.

you don't miss the familiar stare of someone staring down your neck.

all too quickly, between games of cup pong, kings cup, and random shots; your separated from hajime and squished between hanamaki and matsukawa on a ratty couch in the garage with an odd group of people. you're vaguely aware of matsukawa's arm thrown over your shoulders.

you don't try to move it.

you're half engaged in the conversation going on, between being drunk and swimming in the heady smell of weed, you're just kinda sitting there zoning in and out. there's a sizable bong being passed around, and despite only having met them a handful of times prior, hanamaki and matsukawa seem to know better than to offer you a hit-- at least that's what you tell yourself. across from you, there's a blond girl cutting lines of coke on a handheld mirror, looking up briefly with a raised eyebrow in question. you've met her prior, you've literally done lines with her, but her name is escaping you.

you feel stupid.

you're about to nod along when matsukawa's arm is thrown off you, two hands coming down on your shoulders in a bruising grip. you wince when you meet tooru's chocolate eyes.

he looks kinda pissed.

"y/n ! I've been looking alllll over for you !" his voice is as princely as ever, but the sneer on his face and the barely there anger under his tone pisses you off. you decide to push him before he starts pushing you.

"where's 'princess' at? can't believe you left my poor roommate all alone in this house" you tsk and pout, shaking your head. tooru's face momentarily sours before he's looping around the couch and dragging you to your feet, pulling you to the door without a word. you glance back briefly at hanamaki and matsukawa, but they look just as put off as you.

weird.

you follow, not sure if it's curiosity or just being drunk for you simpered obedience. you're led past hajime's room where you hear noise-- notably hajime and someone else but you can't think too hard about it with tooru's tightening grip on your wrist. this would be nice if it were hajime pulling you along. you stop in front of a door at the very end of the hall.

it's tooru's room.

volleyball trophies and keepsakes line the shelves, along with other commemorative keepsakes. a picture of him and your roommate, him and hajime, a group picture of the four of you as well. you're about the prod for answers when he beats you to it.

"don't worry about my 'princess', she with hajime right now!" he sneers down at you, loving the confusion that crosses your pretty little face before continuing "i figured i'd come check in on you since hajime seems to be doing a shit job of it." you're only partially surprised by the drop from his usual cheerful speech and vocabulary, but to hear him come at hajime unabashedly is strange.

it's actually really fucking weird all things considered.

"what do you mean by that? why's he with her..." and not me? the sentence practically finishes itself and tooru's sneer grows as your mind begins to tumble over itself. " you know, maybe he just can't handle you anymore? he's always bitching to me about you" tooru sighs, hand raised to his chin thoughtfully. something in your chest aches at the thought, mind nowhere near sober enough to see past tooru winding you up.

"you know, I tried arguing with hajime about it on your behalf. sure you're needy as hell and a borderline nympho but you're soooo cute! if i wasn't dating my princess, I wouldn't hesitate to steal you away~" it comes out teasingly, but his words are downright awful. you're not needy...right? sure you like sex, but hajime never complained about it.

you kinda feel like shit.

turning on your heels, you make for the door before tooru latches onto your wrist again. that same bruising grip back again, you whirl on him ready to lay into him before he shakes an orange pill bottle in your face. eyes narrowed, you glare up at him. what the hell is he up too?

"to make it up to you for bumming your night and causing you to miss out saeko's cheap shit, why don't we have a little pick me up?" his sneer is gone now, simmered down to what could be a genuine smile. you weigh your options, dull red flashing lights go off in your mind but safety be damned-- you need a pick me up. "fine, fine. i'd rather get something from you than just anybody." tooru looks a little surprised at your admittance, but you plop yourself on his bed before you can stare up at his pretty face any longer. he turns his back to you in favor of his desk, clearing space and procuring his debit card and a dollar bill before popping the lid on the pills and grabbing one.

you don't watch him crush the pill, and that's your fatal mistake.

all too soon, zoned out staring around the room while lost in your pitiful thoughts, tooru calls you over. "you're a big girl, I'm sure you know how to snort it" his voice is teasing, but you fail to notice just how focused he looks staring down at you. you grab a cut straw, no longer than two inches, and line one end to your nose and the other to the white line.

it feels wrong.

you know you're fucked as the last of the pretty white line vanishes through the end of a cut-up straw and into your nose. that too pretty smile tooru's wearing almost looks sinister as the feeling of prickles dances across your brain and the feeling of slight numbness snakes up your appendages. it's cemented further when drowsiness sinks in.

worst of all, you know you've lost when tooru's featherlight touch across your bottom lip has you sucking his thumb like your boyfriend isn't somewhere else in the same house.

god this so wrong, but the way tooru ushers you backwards until the back of your knees meet his bed, and you fall on your back feels nice. everything feels nice, his thumb in your mouth, his comforter on your back. the way he's staring down at you, laser-focused on just you... it's very nice.

but incredibly wrong.

hajime is in a room nearby, the fact eats at you.

tooru withdraws his hand from your face, thumb briefly pressing along your plush lips before crawling over you. he buries his head in your neck, nibbling and sucking along the length of it like a starved dog. you whimper, it's wrong but why does it feel so good? a particularly nasty bite forces a moan from your mouth, mind spinning at the pleasure despite the numbness.

you're terrible for getting off on this, you're a terrible girlfriend. tooru, evidently, is a terrible boyfriend. he drugged you but who's gonna believe you? you did agree to do it, you didn't ask what it was. your thoughts are spiraling.

tooru's hand leaves a blazing trail up your thigh, sliding up underneath your little dress and squeezing your upper thigh. you don't like this. weakly, you grab onto tooru's wrist in an attempt to halt his movements. he shakes it off, kissing along your jaw before mumbling to what you assume is more-so to himself than you.

"knew i was gonna fuck you when you strolled up in this, hajime's really missing out tonight"

tears bubble to your eyes.

you really don't want this.

[lipstickbisous]

Say dark!Andy actually managed to have you as his gf and whenever you're out he ofcourse has an arm around your waist holding you against him with an iron grip but whenever you start to pull away either to look at something or like idk use the bathroom he instantaneously tugs you back, establishes an even tighter grip, strokes your hair/cups your face, and coos like "where are you running off to bunny"

TLDR that man will do anything to distract/coax you out of leaving his personal space.

YEAHHHHH just let me die already why can’t i have this 🙈 he’d be so possessive and protective omg! you need to constantly be around him, so he knows you’re safe but also because it’s soothing to him to always be reminded that you’re his and his only.

[hithelleth]

What I’ve Watched Lately

It’s been two months since the last one, so time for another one of these compilations.

I’ll start with documentaries, there were a few:

World War II in Colour was a rewatch, always recommendable for memory refresher and comparison-with-the-present reality check.

The Secret Story of the Knights Templar: The Rise and Fall of a Knightly Order killed the time, provided some new info, but I wasn’t into it I guess and mostly did other things while watching.

Vienna: Empire, Dynasty and Dream was also interesting refresher course in history with some info I hadn’t known before, and it was nice to watch because it was, as we’d say vibing with me – I’ve never been to Vienna, but so much of who we are and in particularly of our history has been directly influenced by Vienna and a millennium+ of Austrian overrule, so it feels very ours on one hand. On the other hand, it was frustrating that the British (or American, IDK) narrator kept emphasising how Vienna has been a capital of nations, mentioning, of course, everyone except us dirty uncouth Slavs (apart from the losing and gaining of Bohemia and parts of Poland), not even in terms of Spring of Nations. Because in the large scope of world history we just don’t matter (not even as being handy to be subjugated and oppressed by whichever power of the time. It’s as if we aren’t people, just peasants to be exploited while not even being given a thought.) Oops, I’m bitter.

Tutankhamun (2016) is what we call ‘acted’ documentary mini-series about the discovery of Tutankhamun’s tomb with Max Irons and Sam Elliot. I have only the third episode left and I’m liking it very much. I do recommend!

Speaking of TV shows:

I’m watching the reboot of All Creatures Great and Small (2019 - ). It’s my current relaxation show, where I can just sit back and enjoy, it has such a calm, comforting feel. There’s only one episode left of S1, and it has already been renewed for S2, so I can warmly recommend it.

I’ve also been watching Miss Scarlet and the Duke, I also only have one episode left and I’m absolutely loving it, but I think this one will get its own post after I finish it (the last episode is actually on tonight, but I think I’ll watch it tomorrow or on Tuesday).

I talked about World on Fire in a separate post a while back, because it was that good and I loved it.

So, at least I’ve been lucky with TV shows picks this dreary end of autumn/early not-winter, but all the good shit is ending, I’ll have to find some new ones (as if I don’t have a backlist of *checks* oh, yeah, 40. Ahem.)

I have a bunch of movies listed in my notes:

Holidate (2020) was okay, solid fun. Same goes for A Simple Wedding (2018) which I think I mentioned somewhere before (at least it kept my attention which is what I measure things I watch against these days.)

I tried to watch Rebecca (2020) for about 20 minutes in the background but it didn’t grip me so I quit.

I remember I hated the end message of What Men Want (2019), but I forgot why or what it was.

I watched A Bigger Splash (2015) because of reasons, it was quirky in that distinct European movie way (which is not meant in a bad way most of the time), completely with moral dilemmas and everything.

Then Came You (2020) was a nice change for a romcom with older characters and a hilarious morning after role-reversal scene. ;)

Midway (2019) had an almost documentary feel and as I had just rewatched the above mentioned WW II documentary, I could really appreciate it.

Love, Wedding, Repeat (2020) was nice and fun with the 4th wall breaking narrator.

Happiest Season (2020) couldn’t keep my attention and I hated Kristen Stewart’s GF for the most of it except the last 10-15 minutes, but I appreciated that her dad (Victor Garber!) at the end decided that his political career is not worth his daughter having to deny who she really is.

Godmothered (2020) looked fun but I wasn’t able to watch it in peace, so, IDK. I liked the end message that HEA is not just about finding romantic love but any kind of love and happiness.

The best of them was Australia which I rewatched yesterday and the day before in two parts for who-knows-which time. ;)

Oh, and of course, there was that week when Destiel reminded me of the Iconic book(TM) and movie and I had to hunt them down and reread and rewatch and then spent a week in a single-fan hell (because everyone and their mom had to read the book in school and therefore hates it – I’m a rare outlier.)

But the ship is so my type. And I relate to the poor heroine with a heart-condition very much. Also instant death from happiness after getting proposed to is an excellent way to go. ;)

(The book and movie are called Cvetje v Jeseni (Blossoms in Autumn), if anyone’s interested.

The book is supposedly translated into English but the translation is nowhere to be found (figures.)

The movie is, however, easily legally available for purchase and has English subtitles, it’s also 90% faithful to the book and what is different doesn’t affect the story and characterisation. It also stars the cream of our 1970s acting talent. (The book/movie are otherwise set in the late 19th century.)

If anyone wants, ask and I can send you a link. There, I’ve done the free promo of our cultural heritage because god knows our government (whichever) sure af won’t.)

That’s enough for now, I believe.

[blckthvrns]

Have you seen ATHENA BLACKTHORN? THEA is in SOPHOMORE year. The ACTING MAJOR is/are 20 years old & is a ARIES. People say SHE is/are OUTGOING, TENACIOUS, QUICK TEMPERED and CALCULATING. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY. I heard from the gossip blog that SHE CONVINCED HER HISTORY PROFESSOR TO LEAVE HIS WIFE FOR HER, AND THEN LEFT HIM.

(repost for the new acct, she hasn’t changed she’s still awful)

❣ . STATISTICS

name : Athena Rosaline Blackthorn

nicknames: Thea, T, Thena

age : twenty

school year : sophomore

major : acting / film studies

date of birth : 2nd april

zodiac sign : aries

sexuality : pansexual

+ traits : outgoing, tenacious

- traits : quick tempered, calculating

❣. PERSONALITY :

Thea is outgoing to a fault, the first to raise her hand in a lecture and one of the last lingering at the end of class, chatting to her classmates.

thrives being in calloway, loves the elitism of it all, the romanticism of secret letters and iron clad gates of society secrets.

a mix between cher horowitz, blair waldorf, veronica sawyer & a hint of eve polastri

likes who she likes and hates who she doesn’t, always one to veer sharply one way or the other. Indifference isn’t something she often feels towards people, though it’s usually due to the fact that to her, it means they’re just plain forgettable.

can be incredibly easy to get along with when she wants to be, insufferable the next.

probably considered more often than not a drama queen by most, one of those out there acting majors who craves a spotlight and a table to dance on.

❣. BACKGROUND :

Athena is one of quite a few blackthorn children, all born to leander and apollonia blackthorn. She and her brother were born together on a cloudy night in early April, Thea born first, desperate to make her way into the world with a wail of strong lungs and tenacity.

the blackthorns themselves have a bit of a tumultuous history, scarcely heard of before their rise into the ranks of the wealthy in 1921. Very Kennedy-esque, prominence now runs in their blood. But power and wealth always come at a cost.

Some call their family cursed, whether it be the will of a scorned witch or karmic justice balancing the world once more, living and loving as a blackthorn was never intended to be easy.

& while Thea doesn’t want to believe in the curse, it’s hard to ignore. Blackthorns die, or their loved ones die, it’s all one big circle of death and heartbreak and she can’t exactly deny it. If anything she points it out when it’s convenient to her, an excuse, a reason, a justification for behaviors she indulges in.

In her own mind, her version of the curse upon them is unforgivable. Is it a worse curse to lose the ones you love, or to never feel that grip of love to begin with? To never truly be lovable keeps her alive and well sure, but that chasm in her chest remains unfilled.

Growing up in a family where competition was as common as breathing made her stronger, if not smarter. Named after the goddess of war, to her it was a blood right. She learned to outwit to get what she wanted, what she lacked in stature or strength she had tenfold in wit and charm. Innocent eyes and a conniving little need to have her way. Her brother, while her other half, was all the heart, where she remained the head. It worked for her, in most ways.

went to a boarding school in europe for most of her early education, spending winter breaks and summers back in romania when she could.

Thea thrived on attention, and tried out a few hobbies and extracurriculars before acting became her passion. It was fun to her, to become other people with emotions and dreams so different from her own. It was fun seeing what those characters brought out in other people. If she didn’t like what she was given, she could shift, change, become someone better. Maybe just maybe, you never knew her at all. try again, look at the surface once more.

convinced her parents to allow her to attend of all things, a public school in manhattan. LaGuardia School of Music & Art to be exact, too many gossip girl fantasies interwoven with the knowledge of the stars its campus produced, she begged and pleaded and argued until she got her way. truly her biggest con to date.

Thea spent those years diving into becoming unending versions of herself. Took in the world around her, a city that never slept full of millions of souls to bare. She went out, partied, discovered, lived the life free of chains of her own making for once

The fact that she HERSELF was never discovered and whisked away to stardom she chalks up to another result of her curse. To be adored, but never truly loved. To be wanted, but never feel that love within herself for someone else. Was she unlovable, or just incapable of feeling it? She could scratch up every emotion under the moon in a second for performance. Anger, grief, passion. But love? Thea wasn’t sure she’d ever feel it.

She dated of course, various boys and girls at school or those whirlwind affairs on her summers home. But nothing ever lingered, ever stuck. She was always meant to be a little too much, yet never quite enough to hold on to. But the rush of feeling like someone’s entire universe was quickly an addiction.

Lust, was something else entirely. Lust was primal, immediate, and something she could cling to. She slept around and had her fun, but never let it linger, never stayed after to see whatever would soon cloud her partner’s gaze,

Coming to Yates was in part for the theatre department, but mostly for the whispers of the existence of the societies mentioned by her brothers. Call it a terrible fantasy, but visions of dark academia aesthetics and elite college life pulled her in. In her eyes her big break is still on the horizon, just a little further than anticipated.

Which brings us to last fall, her first year on campus. Met her history professor, noticed the way he couldn’t take his eyes off her. It was a new kind of thrill, having a weird sort of power over a grown man. He called her his ‘little goddess’ a term she found a bit condescending but whatever, the attention was devoted, almost reverent. It was easy to see how far she could stretch it, gifts he would give her, sweet nothings of their could be future if he just did something about it.

& After a while of doing nothing more than exchanging messages, having secret coffee dates out of town, he mentioned leaving his wife so they could start over, be the love story he envisioned them as.

That was when Thea realized what it would entail, how the rest of the little fairy tale would play out once the fun little scandal of it all faded. Doting housewife to a history professor, step mom to two teens who sounded already annoyingly perfect on paper. All mapped out. Gross, in summary. So he made his plans, and she made hers. Her plans left him in the dust, even as his divorce papers were signed sealed, delivered.

So she’s newly single-adjacent, though not sure where it’ll take her next. Her focus is back where it belongs on her and her alone, where she hopes it stays.

❣. HEADCANONS :

she loves being loved. It is a part of the reason she’s so quick to fall into another ‘role’ for others, tweak her words, expressions, make herself the most lovable version in their eyes. There has never been a moment where she’s felt it in return but to receive

Moments of adoration and appreciation fuel her like nothing else. She’s an actress, she needs applause and validation to live.

While her relationships with her siblings have always been incredibly complex in her eyes, her relationship with her twin brother is the one that’s faced the most hardship. Connected at the hip for their early years, incredibly distant in locations the rest, she wonders if he truly loves the person she’s turned into. If any of them are capable of loving who she is now.

she’s smart, genuinely very bright and just uses that fact for her own devices. Playing dumb might get her where she needs to be in some occasions, but she plays the long game. being named after a god of war is something that sticks with you after all.

watching terrible reality tv is her comfort, often spends half the show critiquing the wardrobe and the other half exclaiming how much better an option she’d be if it were her in their place.

loves to party, loves to drink, though drugs scare her. Something about the possibility of a complete loss of senses or control is something she’s never been able to repeat after a really bad trip back in new york.

drink of choice is fucking cosmo bc, carrie bradshaw.

❣. POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS :

a best friend! whether they met in new york or when she got to yates, someone who’s her ride or die friend who sees all of her shit and loves her despite it.

someone who is very much just not that into her. girl can bat her eyes and smile that smile and still?? nothing. probably drives her insane.

one night stands, ex hookups, current hookups. sometimes she gets around, we been knew. maybe even an ex bf or gf? maybe once things got serious, she killed the relationship before they inevitably realized they didn’t want her.

a fwb solely for when they just need a little fun? Can be very little feeling involved beyond thinking the other is attractive. Probably don’t even see the light of day in each other’s presence.

straight up enemies, hate each other on sight, probably drag each other to pieces

a verbal sparring partner?? girl is full of opinions whether it be in classes or life in general. someone to knock her down a peg or three and enjoy it. Could also be weird intellectual foreplay?? who’s to say.

literally anything else! come at me, let’s do some shit.

[goforwardgreenwriter-blog]

The Worm Reads: Empire of Storms, Ch 19 - 20

The last few chapters utterly spoiled me with good content in form of the witches.But everything good, sadly, cannot last forever.

Elide Lochan kept quiet during the two days she and Lorcan trekked through the eastern edges of Oakwald, heading for the plains beyond.

*groans* Elide, I love you, but your POVs are just not fun to read, I’m sorry. Maybe because my instincts are telling me we might get a Lorcan POV too, and I’m starting to be irked by this guy.

But [Elide] still slept soundly these last two nights—thanks to the belly full of meat courtesy of Lorcan’s hunting. He’d scrounged up two rabbits, and when she’d devoured all of hers in minutes, he’d given her half of what was left of his. She hadn’t bothered being polite by refusing.

Girl, you were kept prisoner for how long? Don’t feel sorry for eating. Besides, Lorcan is an immortal warrior, yeah? So he probably doesn’t need to eat as much as you do during a day.

So they make it to a city, and Elide, being one of the few smart characters in this book, realizes Lorcan needs a disguise.

Elide surveyed herself, and set down her pack. First, she removed the leather jacket, even though it left her feeling like a layer of skin had peeled off, then she rolled up the sleeves of her white shirt. But without the tight leather, the full size of her breasts could be seen—marking her as a woman and not a slip of a girl that people assumed she was.

I say once again; full grown women are not the only ones with huge breasts. You  can be a teenager with big breasts. Hell, I’m a young adult woman and I don’t have large boobs at all! Your breasts size have very little to do with your age once you hit puberty.

[Lorcan’s] eyes traveled from [Elide’s] feet to her head, and he frowned again. “Bigger tits won’t prove or hide anything.”

See, even Lorcan understands this. Also really, Lorcan says ‘tits’? 

They roll up to town and there are soldiers checking wagons and inspecting people, searching for her. Since Elide’s limp gives herself away, Lorcan fixes it temporarily with magic.

[Lorcan] opened the door, and by the time [Elide’s] eyes adjusted to the glow of the wrought-iron chandeliers, Lorcan’s face had changed. His eyes might never be warm, but a bland smile was on his face, his shoulders relaxed—as if he were slightly inconvenienced by the wait but eager for a good meal. He almost looked human.

I know I said I despised Lorcan, but at least he’s willing to listen to Elide and make an effort to disguise himself. Maybe these chapters won’t be too painful to read.

“Brother,” Lorcan murmured so no one else could hear. “I am your brother.” “You are my husband,”  [Elide] said with equal quiet. “We have been married three months. Follow my lead.”

I see your “pretending to date/be married’ fanfic trope, SJM. I see you.

[Elide] said simply, “Men will not fear the threat of a brother. I would still be unclaimed—still be open for … invitations. I have seen how little respect men have for anything they think they are entitled to. So you are my husband,” she hissed, “until I say otherwise.”

Jesus, way to throw men under the bus. Why is it that all unnamed and minor male characters in SJM’s books are addicted to rape and sexual harassing women? Like I know it happens in this time period ( and today) but Christ, all of these men are just frothing at the mouth to claim a woman or some shit.

Elide listens to the next table, which turns out to be a traveling carnival group.

Elide lifted her eyes to Lorcan’s—he gave a nod. She took a sip of her stew, steeling herself, thinking of Asterin Blackbeak. Charming, confident, fearless. She’d always had her head at a jaunty angle, a looseness to her limbs, a hint of a smile on her lips. Elide took a breath, letting those memories sink into muscle and flesh and bone.

Awww, I love little tidbits like this, showing how much of an impact Manon and her Thirteen had on Elide. Girls supporting girls is so important and precious.

Elide manages to convince the carnival group that she and Lorcan are traveling performers, and they are allowed in. I’m starting to warm up to Elide again - she uses her intelligence, he speaking skills, and her wits to solve her problems. It’s refreshing compared to the other characters always using magic and strength.

His wife. Gods above.

Unghhh, Lorcan’s POV.

Lorcan ignored the hand the bearded man offered and jumped into the back of the wagon, reminding himself to sit close to Marion, to put an arm around her bony shoulders and look relieved and happy to have a troupe again.

But again, he’s making an effort at least. That’s more than Aelin would do; she’d just threaten to burn everyone in her path until she gets her way.

Marion rolled her eyes, patting Lorcan’s knee. He nearly cringed at every touch. Even with his lovers, outside the bed itself, he didn’t like casual, careless contact. Some found that intolerable. Some thought they could break him into a decent male who just wanted a home and a good female to work beside him. Not one of them had succeeded.

Christ Lorcan, she’s just patting your knee. Right after I gave your kudos for putting effort into your disguise and everything.

“I want to see life—see the world,” Marion said, her voice softening. “I want to see everything.” Lorcan wondered if Marion would even get to do that if he failed in his task, if the Wyrdkey he carried wound up in the wrong hands.

Like I said, gonna be a doozy when Lorcan finds out his Wyrdkey is a fake.

Does it sound like I’m stretching for things to say? Because I am. Honestly this subplot is just.... really really boring. It’s just Lorcan being grumpy and brooding and while Elide is a nice and interesting character, SJM just isn’t doing anything cool with her aside from the occasional little moment here and there.

“But Aelin Galathynius,” Nik mused. Marion’s hand went limp on Lorcan’s knee. “Who knows what she will do. She has not called for aid, has not asked soldiers to come to her. Yet she held Rifthold in her grip—killed the king, destroyed his castle. But gave the city back.” The bench beneath them groaned as Marion leaned forward. “What do you know of Aelin?”

NO NO I’M SORRY I TAKE IT BACK THIS SUBPLOT IS INTERESTING PLEASE NO AELIN GUSHING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

“Rumors, here and there,” Nik said, shrugging. “They say she’s beautiful as sin—and colder than ice. They say she’s a tyrant, a coward, a whore. They say she’s gods-blessed—or gods-damned. Who knows? Nineteen seems awfully young to have such burdens … Rumor claims her court is strong, though. A shape-shifter guards her back—and two warrior-princes flank her on either side.”

Aedion is the one who came up with the guarding her sides/back thing. How the fuck do other people know about it? Also unghhh everyone in this book just has to be royalty don’t they.

Some soldiers stop them and order them all out, presumable looking for Elide. Then they fuck off and Lorcan angsts about happy endings and how Elide’s goal is foolish.

There was no such thing as a better world—no such thing as a happy end. Because there were no endings.

Don’t be like that Lorcan, you’re a hot attractive magic dude in a shitty YA book. Of course you’re gonna get a happy ending. Next chapter!

Rowan Whitethorn just needed a place to rest. He didn’t give a shit if it was a bed or a pile of hay or even beneath a horse in a stable. As long as it was quiet and there was a roof to keep out the driving veils of rain, he didn’t care.

Dorian and Rowan have made it to Skull’s Bay.

But [Rowan] and the young king had chosen another route, during the many hours he’d made good on his promise to teach Dorian about magic. They’d worked for only minutes at a time—since it’d be no use if the king wrecked their little boat should his power slip its leash. So it had been exercises with ice: summoning a ball of frost to his palm, letting it melt. Over and over.

Aww, this is nice. I kinda wish we could’ve actually seen this, but it’s a nice mental image nonetheless.

But as if the gods themselves wanted to test him, a gust of rain-cooled wind sprayed into their faces, and some sense pricked in its wake. A shift in the air. Like a great pocket of power gathered close, beckoning. The knife at his side was instantly in his soaked hand as he searched the rooftops, revealing only plumes of rain. Rowan quieted his mind, listening to the city and storm around them.

So Rowan’s magic picks up some shady shit. What, pray tell, could be after them in Skull’s Bay?

Rowan sheathed his knife. “Then stay close and keep alert.”

Oh. Never mind, then. We transition then into Dorian’s POV.

Aelin had once confirmed that Rolfe was indeed soulless and indeed tattooed. As for the map … She’d shrugged, saying Rolfe claimed it stopped moving when magic fell. Dorian wondered if that map now indicated that he and Rowan walked through his city—if it marked them as enemies.

Seriously, Rolfe is so cool. A pirate damned without a soul with a magic map on his hands? Gimmie that novel! I wish SJM actually did something with the cool concepts she makes.

Two guards stood halfway down the block—guards not for any uniform, but for the fact that they were standing in this storm, hands on their swords. Rowan angled his head in a way that told Dorian the prince was likely contemplating whether it was worth it to chuck the men into the roiling harbor.

Rowan: How dare Darrow imply that my gf and I can’t be proper leaders? We are extremely talented in diplomacy!

Also Rowan: Hmm I’m gonna toss the guards of the guy I arranged a meeting with into the ocean lol.

Storm-Chaser. Lady Ann. Tiger-Star. The sterns of ships. Every table was made from them. They hadn’t been taken from wrecks. No, this was a trophy room—a reminder to those who met with the Pirate Lord of how, exactly, he had gained his crown.

Seriously why are SJM’s side characters so awesome and bad ass and intriguing but her main cast is so boring and lacks any development? Cut out Aelin and her court and give me a novel about Darrow, the witches, and Rolfe’s pirate army. I’d pay good money for that fic.

A door behind the bar opened, and a slim, brown-haired young woman stepped out. Her apron marked her as the barmaid, but her shoulders were back, head high—gray eyes sharp and clear as she scanned them and remained unimpressed. “He was wondering when you two would come snooping,” she said, her accent rich and thick—like Aedion’s.

Aye lmaooo you call them out girl.

Dorian nodded, something in his chest easing. “And you—your magic is … better?” That hard face yielded nothing. “I’ll manage.” Not an answer.

Lmao don’t worry Dorian, as soon as Rowan needs his magic he’ll be able to shoot frost balls out of his ass. Because what is a magic system?

Dorian didn’t know what he expected from the Lord of Pirates. But a dark-haired man, a day past thirty if that, lounging on a red velvet chaise before the rain-splattered curve of windows was not it.

Damn, SJM, you gonna leave me hanging just as soon as we get to an awesomely built up character? Apparently so.

[btsbrainfood]

Rain

Characters: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst gahh so much yoongi angst

Word Count: 1536

Anon requested: "Can i request a yoongi angst??? You guys are very close but when he had a gf its like you didn't even exist?"

(A/N: Feel free to tell me your thoughts!! Also my requests are open so send me any requests yall have and jungthigh forgive me for taking so long with this omg)

     The ringing of the phone on the other line continued to sound in your ear. Never ending. At this point you knew he wouldn’t pick up. You didn’t really know why you thought he would in the first place. He used to say he would always be there for you. Times change, you guess. With a weak arm, you lowered the speaker from your ear and pressed the hang up button. You were standing on the side of a back road. It was April, which meant rain poured down too often for anything to really dry. One of your tires had managed to go flat on none other than a dirt road, which meant mud. It was caked on your car tires and now the bottoms of both your shoes. You shivered in your thin jacket, the chilly air blowing through the thin material

     You had been on your way home from your part-time job at a run down corner store, where you were trying to earn enough money to survive in your shabby apartment. Truthfully, after you moved out of your home, you didn’t take very many friends with you. It was a completely fresh start. Until you found out that Min Yoongi was attending the same school as you.

     The two of you had been friends since the 4th grade, sharing homework answers in middle school and trying to manipulate your schedules to be in the same classes during high school. And somehow, ironically, neither of you found out which school either of you were attending after graduation until you bumped into each other. Quite literally, colliding into each other at the entrance of your Literature 101 class.

     Immediately you were back in each other’s lives again, the same as ever. Sometimes he would come over to hang out at your apartment, but mainly because of the old and dusty piano that sat in a back room resembling an office. He liked to sit and play away on it, and you liked to stand and watch his expert fingertips glide across the ivory keys. Every time you would ask what he was playing, he would never give you an answer.

     But that was a year ago, and as you climbed back into your mud splattered car, you realized that all of those memories had started to lose their original glimmer in your mind. Yoongi didn’t come to your apartment anymore. The beautiful melodies created by his swift hands didn’t echo across your walls anymore. In the classes you did have together, the most he would do is give you a brief smile or nod in your direction before heading to his respective seat.

     True, you had made a few other friends besides Yoongi, but none close enough to have them drive out to some road in the middle of nowhere to rescue you. None like he used to be.

     You reached over into the glove compartment and pulled out a yellow tattered phone book. Flipping to the back, you picked up your phone and dialled the number for a taxi. You would deal with your car later. All you wanted right now was to be back at the apartment you called home.

     Eventually, the taxi pulled up to the side of the road behind your car, and you sighed as you popped open your door and walked over to get in. Sitting in the unfamiliar backseat, you quickly explained what happened to the taxi driver, who nodded in response. Giving him the address to your apartment, he stepped on the gas and steered around your abandoned car. You gazed out the window as drab and desolate land sped past your view, observing a few lonely trees in the distance.

     You kept telling yourself that the distance that had grown in the friendship between you and Yoongi was only natural. People grew apart from one another and went their separate ways, that’s life. But deep down you knew the real reason. You remembered the day clearly, when Yoongi came into class in a seemingly permanent good mood. He sat down next to you, and knowing something was up, you playfully asked, “What’s with you this morning?” He simply turned to you with a ghost of a smile on his face before shrugging halfheartedly and mumbling, “I may have met someone.” And before you could properly respond, the voices of other students bouncing around the room silenced as the professor walked in and began to start class.

     You were happy for him, there was no doubt about that. Yoongi and you had never been into each other in that way. Even so, you thought the both of you had always relied heavily on each other. However, slowly but surely, the “someone” that Yoongi had met started to edge her way into his life more and more. You felt the real impact of it on the day that you walked into class only to see him sitting far away from his usual seat next to you, chatting with a few students that you didn’t know. He glanced up and caught your eye, and you raised your hand to wave. But he had already looked away from you, an uncomfortable expression on his face.

     Suddenly the car came to a stop, and you looked up to see the front of your apartment building. Quickly gathering your things, you handed the driver some cash and thanked him before climbing out of the taxi. The chilly spring air hit your skin once again, and you looked up at the sky only to feel the first light droplets of water begin to fall.

     The taxi pulled away from the curb and went on its way, leaving you standing alone on the sidewalk. You fumbled with your purse to pull out a portable umbrella, opening it and raising it above your head. Glancing around, your eyes landed on a small cafe across the street. The space behind the glass was dimly lit with soft orange lights, giving the inside a cozy glow. Sparing a fleeting look towards the door to your apartment building, you turned and walked in the direction of the cafe.

     The young woman at the register smiled at you when you walked in, the subtle ringing of a bell sounding from above the door. You quickly ordered a cappuccino before taking a seat by the window, watching as people strolled down the sidewalks. They all held identical black umbrellas over their heads to shield the rain. You sat there for a few quiet minutes watching the street, the muted coffeehouse music playing from speakers on the ceiling. That’s when he caught your eye.

     He had the same stride, the same skinny legs and tousled hair tucked into a beanie. Your fingers gripped the warm mug in your hands as you peered and watched from over the top. There was a figure walking beside him, arm linked with his. You followed the movement of the figure’s brown locks flipping over her shoulder as they walked together down the wet gleaming sidewalk. Yoongi walked somewhat stiffly beside her, his face blank of emotion. You frowned, remembering his attitude the day he came into the classroom practically radiating positivity.

     Suddenly his steps started to slow, and his head turned to his left. His gaze looked as if it was locked on one point as he continued slowing down. Your eyes flickered to where he was looking and realized in shock that it was the door to your apartment building. As he finally reached it, his pace was nearing a stop when there was a harsh tug on his arm. He looked over and there stood his girlfriend with a displeased look on her face. She started talking animatedly, gesturing down to her shoes that were no doubt starting to get wet. Dragging him to walk faster by his arm, she spun the handle of her umbrella in her hand. Yoongi quickly shook his head and looked up one last time at the door to your building, before speeding up his steps to hers and following along.

     Soon enough they had walked out of your sight. Sitting up straighter, you took a deep breath and stared into the bottom of your mug. It was natural, it just happened. People grow apart from each other, and that’s life. You take your memories with you wherever you go, and they end up outweighing the relationship itself anyway. Even though you knew you would always miss the sound of him playing the piano in your apartment, creating a sort of light in a dark tunnel. Even though you missed sitting next to him in your classes together. If Yoongi didn’t want that anymore, then you knew the best thing you could do was move on. And maybe one day when he sees how unhappy he has become, he will look back and wish things would have gone differently. But in the end, both of you knew your low-paying job would never be enough for you to get a nicer place. Your run-down apartment, along with the hidden dusty piano, would always be there the next time he walks alone down your sidewalk on a rainy day.