#i am bored beyond belief

[brilliantskies]

Mood

[landlordevil]

It's wild to me that certain video essayists are just reciting verbatim whatever popular tumblr/twitter posts they can find and people consider it thoughtful critique. I've tried to get into a lot of them but when it comes to media reception and analysis it's all like. Oh yeah i read that tumblr post four months ago (or in some cases, wow I can tell you haven't learned anything new on the topic since like 2013) but thanks for acting like you came up with it

[soldier-poet-king]

Literally beating back my brain with a stick. Why are you LIKE THIS. We resolved - or at least came to an uneasy tentative truce with - the absolute dogshit self esteem issues eons ago. Why are were BACK here fighting the having zero concept of personhood or self worth problems. Even /if/ my brain is right and I'm garbage bad non-person whos a burden and just manipulating ppl into caring abt me. Like even IF that's true. I can't self sacrifice and do Good when I'm obsessively navel gazing. Even if the fundamental belief at the core of my being is that I'm worthless, I gotta stop ACTIVELY thinking abt it BC I need to be DOING things and dragging myself thru hot coals for others, not just obsessing about how bad I am that I can't even do that. If I can't even do that what am I good for? What's the purpose of me at all?

AHHHHHHHHH

[miamicommune]

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[yourmidnightlover]

truth or dare... don't lie

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: during a game of truth or dare, a secret about reader is revealed that xavier offers to help her out with.

warnings: SMUT LMAO, unprotected PIV, fingering, oral (F receiving), virgin!reader, kinda soft sex tbh, reader loses her v-card bc i'm projecting, kent, bianca, and yoko are kinda mean in this i'm not gonna lie, theres a bit of angst at first but then it gets really smutty and comforting

a/n: THIS IS NOT EDITED! i AM working on a part two to my series, but i have finals this week and can't focus enough to develop the plot how i planned so you're getting this instead to tide you over... wooo! enjoy horn-dogs :)

"it's your turn, y/n!" bianca started giggling as she took another sip of whatever alcoholic mixture she decided to deliver this time.

somehow you, enid, wednesday, ajax, xavier, bianca, kent, and yoko were playing a skewed version of truth or dare in xaviers single room. basically, it was the same premise of you choose a truth or a dare, but if you didn't complete the task or answer the truth then you had to strip. so... strip truth or dare.

it's not like anyone really cared, it was a week before winter break, and everyone had already finished their exams for the semester. luckily you were even able to have thing sneak into the teachers' lounge and bag some extra goodies, which was mostly only alcohol and little debbie snacks.

"what'll it be, y/l/n?" bianca continued to ask you. "truth or dare... or strip?"

you see, there was one MORE issue at hand...

you were down to your dress.

having already taken off your jacket, socks, and even your necklace, you were desperate to remain in the game with your integrity intact, although you were sure most of them wouldn't remember a thing because they had drank so much. except for wednesday, something about making sure enid got back to the dorm safely... blah blah blah.

well, and xavier, but you weren't sure why he wasn't drinking much on his end. maybe he was simply uncomfortable with it, or wanted to be the designated walk-er, helping everyone to their respective dorms. that's part of why you like him so much. he's so sweet and thoughtful, even when people choose to inebriate themselves beyond belief with alcohol. it wouldn't happen, and you know that. but a little schoolgirl crush never hurt anyone, right?

regardless, you needed something easy, so you remained covered and not embarrassed, "truth."

"boring!" enid rang out, hands cupping around her mouth to symbolize a megaphone.

"she is down to just her dress and whatever is underneath," wednesday pointed out with a nod. you turned to see xavier simply looking down at his phone, more than uninterested in the game.

"fine," you sighed. "i choose dare," you said smugly, noticing xaviers eyebrows raise as he made eye contact with you before you abruptly looked the other direction.

"there we go!" bianca clapped as the others cheered with her. "that's what i'm talking about y/n," she put her finger to her chin as if she were in deep thought with a quiet 'hmmm,' "i dare you to sit in xavier's lap for the rest of the game!"

"really?" your surprise was practically impossible to hide. "i don't think he'd be very comfortable with that, b."

"i'm cool with it if you are, y/n/n," he gave you a smile, one that you didn't recognize. it wasn't his 'i'm proud of you smile' or his 'you fucked up again' smile, no. this was a new one. this one seemed darker. mysterious. enticing.

you liked it.

"i-i'm cool with it," and with that, you got up and walked in his direction.

he had been sitting at his desk the whole time, in his comfy little chair. he pat his lap three times before you rolled your eyes at him and sat down on his lap, facing the same way as him. you tried not to put much weight on him, so you opted to sit on the very edge of his knees and let your tiptoes hold most of your weight.

"okay that can't be comfortable," xavier pointed out. "here," he carefully lifted you just enough to maneuver you over his lap, now sideways with your back against one armrest and your feet dangling over the other. "better?"

"mhmm, thanks," you smiled as you clasped your hands in your lap, one of xavier's arms still wrapped around your waist comfortably. it felt nice, like it belonged there.

from there on the game got a bit more... risqué. now there were kisses dared on cheeks, first time stories being drawn out, and so much more.

"xavier," ajax pointed at him, slurring his words with a big grin decorating his face. "truth or dare!"

"hmm..." he acted deep in thought. "dare."

"i dare you..." he clearly hadn't thought that far in advance, which is when enid leaned over and whispered something you couldn't make out to him. "oh that's good!," ajax whisper yelled, not being able to properly sense his own volume. "i dare you, xavier, to kiss y/n on the neck until your next turn!"

you turned to face him, your lips pressed into a thin line, praying that he couldn't see the rosy red blush that was surely adorning your cheeks by now.

"are you okay with that?" he asked, whispering in your ear so the others couldn't hear. once he got your quiet, but detectable 'mhmm,' he accepted the dare. "alright," with that, he got to work.

he pressed a feather-light kiss to your neck at first, and you thought you would be fine if this is what he would be doing the entire time. that was, until he began to press slightly open-mouthed kisses to your neck, occasionally gently nipping the area before soothing over it with his tongue.

there was no doubt in your mind that he could tell your heartbeat was racing. between feeling his hair brushing on the sensitive skin, and his tongue soothing his love-bites, you were about to explode. your hips were practically moving on their own at this point, trying to get whatever friction you could.

"hey," you felt xavier's hands grab your hips firmly. "if you don't stop moving your hips like that there's gonna be a mess between us that i really don't wanna clean up."

"what do you-" he shifted your hips up a bit more, hitting something a bit harder than his thighs were. "oh-is-is that...?"

"yea," he got closer to your ear, beginning to suck on the lobe and continuing his ministrations.

"in the school bathroom!" bianca rang out, laughing at whatever story kent was telling this time.

"i think it's y/n's turn again," kent diverted everyone's attention to you, so you tried to ignore xavier sucking on your neck like a leech, albeit a really hot one, to get through this.

"oh, and it's my turn," yoko cheered. "truth or dare, y/n?"

you really didn't think you'd be able to survive whatever dare they would throw your way, not in the slightest, which is why you chose: "truth."

"alright," yoko looked towards bianca and kent before asking, "what was your first time like?"

ajax might as well have ripped his beenie off then and there because you froze. you hadn't done it. you haven't gotten past giving a guy a handjob, let alone sex.

you didn't know how long you were quiet for, but you did notice when xavier stopped his kissing. you could practically feel his stare right on your face. you wanted it to go away. you wanted to disappear. it was humiliating, really. at least you thought it was until...

"you haven't, have you?" kent chuckled as bianca stifled a laugh.

"are you serious?" yoko asked incredulously. "well, i guess it makes sense to me," she shrugged as you tore yourself off of xavier's body, having to pry his hand away from your waist.

"hey," he held onto your hand softly and looked at you with what you thought to be puppy-dog eyes, you didn't have the best view due to the tears blocking your eyes.

"just..." you sighed as you took your hand out of his and ran out of his room, dorm, and the building as a whole. you just wanted to walk around, feel comfortable. then it hit you that there was always one place where you felt comfortable.

after around 15 minutes of walking around to clear your head, you got to xavier's paint shed. you had gone there nearly every time you needed help with homework, needed some advice, or if you simply missed him. it's amazing that even though he wasn't there, you could still smell his presence, the mahogany and woods scent that felt like home to you now.

you had made several forts in the place before, having secret sleepovers with each other countless times just because you wanted to. so, you brought out the mattress that was set up against the wall, put the fitted sheet on it and set up the bed as usual before plopping down on it.

you didn't even want to cry anymore. you just wanted to disappear. you felt like such a loser. i mean, why is that such a big deal anyway? it's just sex. but then again, if it's 'just sex' then why haven't you just done it?

"y/n/n?" xaviers voice called out as he knocked on the door of the shed. "look, i know you're in there. just wanted you to know that i kicked everyone out, okay?" you stayed quiet. "y/n," he sighed. "you know that just because you haven't... yknow, doesn't mean anything right? what yoko was saying... she doesn't make sense. because anyone would be so lucky to have you. you're unbelievably kind, and generous, witty, hilarious... and beautiful. you're beautiful, y/n. please just let me in? i wanna talk to your face, not some door."

you sniffled with a laugh, "it's been unlocked the whole time, idiot."

"hey, now," he called as he walked through the door, ducking down a little as to not hit his head on the low hanging fixtures. "why'd you run like that?" he as beside you on the bed, placing your long-forgotten items of clothing on one of the tables.

"why wouldn't i?" you turned the question on him. "i was humiliated," you began to pick at your nails. "i mean, you saw what happened. i was already flustered because you were kissing my neck and then i felt your boner because i couldn't just sit fucking still, which was embarrassing enough, but then the guy i like finds out i'm a virgin too! it was just too much. and then they were laughing at me and.... yea," you took a deep breath once you were done rambling.

"the guy you like?"

"you can't tell me you still don't know," you rolled your eyes once more before xavier grabbed onto your hands to stop you from picking at them like he normally does. "you. you know. it's you."

he didn't even say anything. it wasn't until you mustered up the courage to look at him that you saw a smile gracing his face.

"then you should know why ajax and enid dared me to do that to you in the first place," xavier scooted closer to you on the bed. placing one of his hands on your thigh. "i told them a couple weeks ago that i was starting to really, really like you-as more than friends. they went crazy, telling me you felt the same and everything, but i couldn't believe it. i mean, you're just... you're everything, y'know?

"i meant everything i said when i was outside. you're so sweet, and smart, and god, it takes everything in me not to kiss you when you look at me. because when you look at me, you really see me," xavier finished.

"kiss me," you told him in a soft tone.

"what?" his brows furrowed before you, with a shocking wave of confidence, swung one leg over his lap, now facing him and straddling his lap. his hands went to your waist

"i said kiss me," you leaned in closer to him. "please."

it didn't take anything else for him to bring one hand up to cup your face before finally connecting your lips. it wasn't like fireworks went off, or cannons bursted. it was more like a sense of belonging, welcomeness, and home. your lips had been craving him for so long, it was a sweet, cold treat in the summer as your tongues began to glide with one another.

once again, your hips couldn't contain themselves as they began to rock back and forth on his lap, this time successfully getting the desired friction exactly where you wanted it. you sighed into his mouth, your hands dragging through his hair as he began to nurse the same neck he was kissing nearly 45 minutes ago.

"i thought that would be the only time i'd have you to myself," xavier droned on. "i might've gone a bit overboard..." he laughed as he traced circles on your neck.

"what...?" you backed away from him before he picked up his phone, showing you with the selfie side of the camera how he had littered your neck with deep hickeys. "xavier!" you playfully shoved his shoulder.

"you better get used to it," he shrugged with a sly grin. "i can be territorial at times."

"god, as if you couldn't get any hotter," you began to peel off your dress, reaching for the hem before xavier swatted your hands away.

"let me," he ordered, you listened immediately, retracting your hands and placing them on his shoulders as he helped you rid yourself of your dress. "i don't even understand why you wore this since it's freezing outside."

"hmm," you mockingly acted like you were thinking. "well, when the guy i like is going to be in a place with booze, there might be certain possibilities and i wanted to look nice."

"you look better than nice," he pressed your lips together once more. "i was hard long before you even sat on my lap, y/n/n."

"please fuck me?" your voice was soft and whiny. "please? i want you, i just need you to-to y'know... please, xay?"

"you sound so pretty when you beg for me," he let his hand trace your neck before he buried his hand in your hair, gently tugging it back before admiring you in your nearly naked state.

"xay, please?" you were holding onto the hem of his t-shirt, nearly stretching it out with your begging.

"okay, love," he chuckled before swiftly tossing his shirt over his head, letting it land somewhere he wasn't concerned with. "now we're a bit more even, yea?"

"i just... i need you..." you were a squirming mess in his lap, to think an hour and a half ago you were pleading with yourself to keep your dignity and now you were begging for xavier...

"what do you need from me?" he teased, letting one of his hands trail down your front, hovering over your center. "i need to hear you say it for me. tell me."

"i need you," you sighed as you buried your head in his neck. "i need you to make me... make me cum?"

he chuckled maniacally, "is that a question? i thought i told you to tell me what you want?"

"please just make me cum xavier!" your frustration showed as you began to lazily press kisses to his neck. "please?"

he swiftly turned over so you were laying on the pillow at the top of the bed, him hovering over you with his hair falling to your face. he began pressing kisses down your body, gently squeezing your breasts and sucking on your nipples. eventually, after a few minutes of teasing, he reached your center. he moved your panties down your legs and began pressing kisses to your thighs, alternating between each one.

"has anyone ever done this for you before?" you shook your head 'no.' "is it alright if i do?"

"anything, xay, anything, please," you nodded as your hands tangled into his hair.

he pressed gentle kisses around your clit before licking one line through your slit, lapping up your juices like a man starved. you heard him moan into your pussy, the vibrations shooting through your core shocking you more than you thought possible. you reactively tugged on his hair, tossing your head back as he continued, now sucking gently, very softly, on your clit.

"oh my fuck," you breathed out, looking down at xavier to find his eyes fixated on you and your reaction. "god, you look so pretty, xay."

you felt him smile against your pussy, not letting himself get distracted by little compliments that he was sure melted his heart completely. one of his hands was gripping your thigh so hard you were sure there would be marks the next morning, the other hand was placed on your lower stomach, pressing down just slightly. he used the hand that was rasping your thigh and gently pushed a single finger in.

your mouth formed in an 'o' shape at the intrusion. his fingers were much longer than your own, and when he curled it inside of you, you swore you could see stars in his eyes as he continued to suck and kiss your clit. he gently thrusted his finger in and out a few times before adding a second finger.

"please don't stop," you were gripping his hair so tight you were surprised it hadn't ripped out. "'m so close, xay."

he stopped sucking your clit momentarily to say: "be sure to look at me when you cum."

you nodded dumbly as he got back to work, and it wasn't long until you were at that edge that no other man has ever been successful in bringing you to. at first you threw your head back before you remembered what you had promised him. with a few more thrusts of his fingers, you saw the look of pride on his face when he felt you squeezing his fingers in a vice grip, your mouth dropped open completely as pornographic moans left your mouth.

"fuck, yes, xavier!" you ground against his mouth as he worked you down from your high. "holy shit," your chest was heaving as he kissed his way back up your body.

he hovered over you as he sucked on the same two fingers that were just inside you, groaning, "did i tell you how amazing you taste?"

"will you fuck me now?" you reached down between the two of you to palm him through his sweatpants. "i really, really want you."

"i don't want you to just want to do this because you want to get it over with," you could sense the sincerity in his tone. "i want this to be more than just a hookup."

"it's not, xavier," you cupped his face with one hand. "i assure you, it's not," you smiled as he pressed your foreheads together. "you mean so much more to me than just one amazing night, xay."

"are you sure you want to do this?"

"yes."

"wait, i don't have anything..." xavier hinted with a worried look on his face.

"well, i'm obviously clean, and i've been on the pill since the eighth grade," you shrugged. "if you want..."

"really?" his eyes widened at the thought, you nodded. "i've never... shit. this'll be a new experience for the both of us."

after a bit of shuffling, xavier lined himself up at your entrance, looking at you one more time for confirmation. as he entered you, it was like the wind was knocked out of you. your arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to push himself into you. at a certain point, you thought it was never-ending.

"god, you're so tight," he breathed into your neck, pressing a kiss to one of your hickeys as he continued.

your head was thrown back as he finally bottomed out in you, one of your arms wrapped around his waist while the other was around his neck with your hand buried in his hair.

"so deep," you closed your eyes at the sensation. "'s like you're in my stomach, holy fuck."

he pressed down on that same spot he had earlier, very gentle, but you felt it so, so much. "is that where?" you nodded fervently.

"please move, xay, please," your hand was practically clawing at his back.

"i'm gonna go slow, okay?" you nodded at his words. "if you change your mind about anything at all, say the word and i'll stop, alright?"

"okay," you agreed with a smile as he slowly pulled back out before reentering at the exact same pace.

with each thrust, his pace increased. your moans' volume increased too. it was as if each whimper, moan, and plea was simply egging him on and bringing him to the end of that wonderful precipice of pleasure.

"you look fucking perfect," his own groans and huffs of pleasure rang out. "such pretty tits," he messily grabbed one of them. when he brought his hand down to play with your clit, you knew you weren't going to last much longer. "and such a pretty pussy for me. all mine, y/n/n. all mine."

"god, it's-i'm..." you were cut off by a guttural moan. "i need to cum. i'm gonna cum! xavier, please don't stop! please!"

"where do you want it?"

"inside, please!" you huffed out, clawing at his back as you whimpered in his ear. "need it so bad."

"say you're mine," he ordered. you could feel his dick pulsing inside of you.

"i'm-oh god," you cried out once more, tears forming at your lash line. "i'm yours! i've always been yours, xay, please! fuck!" for the second time, xavier was able to bring you off that cliff, this time he followed suit.

"so fucking pretty when you cum," xavier added before with a few more thrusts, his thick cum coated your walls. "oh fuck."

"oh my god," you sighed out as xavier slumped against your body, laying completely on top of you.

"you got that right," you could feel his smile against your shoulder before he began to press kisses against your warm skin. "here," he reluctantly got up from his position after carefully pulling out of you, tucking himself back into his sweats, and reached for one of his recently cleaned towels (he had a rotation for them, alright?). he began to wipe up your thighs, being very gentle at your center.

"xavier?" you called before he laid back down.

"yea?" he looked at your worriedly before you smiled, simply asking: "can i wear your shirt to sleep?"

a bright smile made its way to his face, "of course, yea," he helped you poke your arms and head through the shirt before he stepped back, admiring you in it. "i almost like this on you more than nothing on you. almost."

"xavier!" you called before shoving him to the side. "you perv."

"you like this 'perv,' as you call it," he rolled his eyes as he began to cuddle with you on the mattress.

"i wanna lay on you," you tried to get onto your knees to maneuver your way on top before he had to catch your arm.

"let me help you a bit," he tried to hide his smug smile while he rolled the two of you over.

"i'm never gonna live this down," you shook your head as he raked his fingers through your hair.

"nope," you laid in the most comfortable silence for a few minutes before he spoke again: "y/n?"

"mhmm?"

"i might've lied earlier when i said that i told ajax and enid that i liked you," you could sense a bit of restriction in his tone.

"what do you mean?" you held your breath.

"i told them the truth," he pressed a kiss to your forehead, getting your attention so you were looking in his eyes. "that i'm in love with you."

[wintersera]

kayeeee :]

could we please get some milf!karina crumbs.. i just need her to absolutely destroy babysitter!reader whether it’s with her g!p or her strap tbh!also maybe a breeding kink too if comfy with that?

-your pookie sugar but from a different universe (different blog,i’m just being extra)

milf!karina x babysitter!f reader

notes: HNNG MILF KARINA AND BABYSITTER READER WITH A FUCKING BREEDING KINK? oh sugar you’re so full of thoughts. i added mommy kink reader because of that liz one you wrote. enjoy 🫶

cw: sugar mommy milf karina, mommy kink, breeding kink, dom karina, sub reader, use of toys (strap), strap being called ‘cock’, praise, oral (giving).

word count: 2.2k

the day you received a request to babysit someone's child was the day god blessed you fr.

you didn’t believe what you were seeing. as soon as you walked into her house you first noticed the expensive and modern interior design. you were shocked beyond belief, but what got you even more shocked was no one else but the owner. clad in sleek black clothing, rich and mature aura seeping out from her presence alone. she had your heart skipping, not one, but multiple heart beats. with a child hiding behind her leg she introduced herself with poise

“the names yu jimin, but you can call me karina, love. i assume your name is y/n? is that right my dear”

“y-yes, l/n y/n. i’m here to babysit your child… if this is the right address- i mean, your house is so expensive an-“ horribly fumbling over your words she cuts you off with her rich silky chuckle.

“i can assure you that you’re at the right location, dear. now, i’ve got some business to attend to. so please allow me to explain the rules of my house before i leave you and my child alone” and she does so. delicately telling you what and what not you can do in her household. you train your eyes on the curves of her body and her gorgeously sculpted features gracefully adorning her face, unable to look away you grow flushed. she looked exactly like what you thought an angel looked like and by god, you know this woman was going to be the death of you “…and that's all, now run along, my meeting is in 15 minutes” watching her attentively as she walks to her big front door and enters her freshly bought lamborghini.

making yourself comfortable in the house, you do the basic babysitting things. looking after and playing with the kid whenever she got bored, cooking meals for her and all that jazz. finally, after all the hard work, you plop yourself down on the big leather chair located in their living room. feeling at peace now that the kid is finally asleep after hours of insisting that she should go to bed, you find yourself growing sleepier. needless to say you passed out right there.

morning came and you’re awoken by the birds chirping and the rays of sunlight hitting your face. where exactly am i? you question. you’re in a king size bed in one of the guest rooms. is what you assumed. who exactly carried you here, you wonder. as if the timing couldn’t be any better, mommy- i mean karina, gently knocked on the bedroom door.

“y/n? are you awake dear? breakfast is ready would you like to accompany us at the dining table?” her morning voice sounding ever so lovely, as if the angels from heaven were strumming their harps in this room.

“i’ll be ready in just a minute, please wait for me” frantically slipping out of the bed realising that your day attire was replaced with a silky set of pyjamas. DID SHE PUT THIS ON ME? does that mean she… oh god did she strip me down? you’re insufferable, the notion setting you off feeling the return of your arousal eat at your stomach.

walking down the long hallway to the dining room was quite a trip, getting lost a couple of times because her house was unbelievably massive. thankfully a few maids were there to guide you, albeit being a little hesitant to ask them at first.

spread out in front of you was a plethora of different varieties of breakfast foods. ranging from pancakes to french toast to literally everything you could think of. “um… i don’t think i’ll be able to eat all of this”

“don’t be silly, y/n. eat what you can. my chefs are highly trained professionals i can guarantee that everything will be to your liking” saying this all while she’s motioning for you to sit right next to her.

“you know, it’s quite difficult not having a husband whilst you have a feisty little kid growing up. i’ve thought about this while you were asleep but would it be possible to have you as my personal babysitter? my little girl already loves you as her nanny” turning to you with a warm smile placed upon her face. “oh, and i assure you the price will be generous”

“well of course. i’ll gladly take up the opportunity if you’re offering” smiling back at her. little did you know, but she found you ever so charming.

a few weeks into your job and you’re already doing very well, accompanying karina and her kid whilst they go shopping. seeing brand names you’ve never even heard of being presented to you and being treated like you too were a millionaire. it was all bizarre to you, it was like she was treating you as if you were her sugar baby.

a couple more weeks of working and you’ve grown closer to her. sitting next to her while she was doing her work, or even laying next to her while you both watch movies and shows on her massive couch. talking to her on the nights she was available and texting her during her work hours. it felt as if you two were together, romantically.

there were times when she’d leave light touches on your body, brushing it over in a joking way, or simply saying that she likes you very much that she’s comfortable with you.

over the next month things started to change more. you’d often spend most of your time at her house so you grew comfortable with her presence, but it seemed a little more different than before. dressing more lightly and touching you more than ever drove you mad. seeing her in less clothing as everyday goes past while she makes subtle innuendos as she’s leaning into your ear. but thank the lord the kid was somewhere lurking around, if it wasn’t for the kid you would’ve pounced on karina right there.

fortunately for you the schools had reopened, sending the kid off with karina.

but you couldn’t pull yourself to do it, having some ounce of shame in you, you couldn’t do that to lovely miss yu jimin. however, as soon as you two had entered the house, karina pushes you into the wall, breathing heavily, she kisses your lips with hunger, hiking up the shirt she lent you for today. shocked by the urgency in her actions you immediately pull her away “wait- hold on a minute what are you doing” panting heavily from the sudden kiss.

“my apologies, i thought you felt the same way as i” pulling herself off of you, looking at the ground in shame.

grabbing her wrist you assure her, “no, keep going. i was just startled, that's all” with that she continued, kissing you with passion and hunger. carrying on from where she was, she slithered her hand up your already hiked up shirt, fondling your breasts as she slips her tongue in your mouth, receiving a low groan from you. turned on by this you tug the back of her blazer, wanting more from her. reading your actions, she pushes a knee in between your thighs, pressing your core gently as she continues to play with your breasts, this time pulling the bra down. eyeing your tits as they fall out in the most perfect way to her. with your now exposed breasts, she begins to play at your nipples, rolling them around gently in her fingertips. cooing at how you’re so pretty for her.

“c-can i ask you something?” struggling to use your words you manage to spill out a request through your whimpering.

“you may”

“can i call you m-mommy?” blood rushing to your face as you say that.

upon hearing that, something in karina had snapped. dragging you to her bedroom, she smirks at you as she undresses herself. “you want to call me mommy? well, anything for mommy's little baby” teasing you with your own words you feel even more turned on. sitting at the edge of her bed she beckons you to come kneel between her thighs, “come” you oblige. “make mommy feel good and i’ll give you a reward for being such a good girl” intoxicated with the smell of her arousal, you pull her lacy black lingerie aside, flicking her clit as she squirms around you. feeling your tongue working hard on her clit, she grabs your hair in her hand, wanting to feel your tongue even closer on her she pushes you closer to her hips, rocking them to the rhythm of your licking. legs threatening to close, you keep them apart with a gentle grip on her thigh.

“fuck.. you’re such a good girl “ moaning out, looking down at you with hooded eyes, “keep g-going, mommys close” working hard, you start lapping up violently, teasing two fingers at her dripping hole. as you let your digits slide slowly in her, a guttural moan escaping her lips, feeling that her walls are clenching around you already you knew she was on the edge of her climax. to send her over the edge you suck hard on her clit, as you work in and out of her hole, hitting her in all the right ways. “a-ah.. oh god, baby you’re doing so good” praise as your motivation you work harder than you ever did before, quickening up your pace as you fail to keep her legs open, therefore her thighs squeezing around your head. it’s not like you dislike it anyways, you loved it.

throwing her head back, she lets out a long pornographic moan, gripping your hair as her thighs suffocate you.

euphoria washing over her body. she helps you stand up, heavily panting as she wipes her juices off of your chin and face, eagerly placing a finger in your mouth to lick it straight off. “you’ve made mommy feel so so good baby, now for your reward. sit on the bed for a moment, let me get something for my dearest.”

you lay on your back, waiting for her to call you. rattling coming from her drawer, you could only guess that it’s a toy. excited for what's in store for you, you sit up, watching as she puts on a large, beautifully crafted, black strap. gulping as she approaches you, placing herself in between your thighs this time.

“mommy, are you sure this can fit in me?”

“don’t worry my baby, i’m certain it will” supporting herself on your thighs with her two hands, she pushes the strap slowly and deeply into you, tip kissing your cervix.

crying out, tears streaming down your face from the immense amount of pleasure and pain, “fuck- mommy… your cock is filling me up, breed me p-please” cooing at you she kisses your lips softly.

“you’re taking me good, fuck, y/n carry my children for me. you’ll be the perfect mother for my kids” jerking her hips suddenly, making you scream her name out loud. you didn’t really care if the maids heard you. with care, she pounds hard into your pussy, creating lewd wet noises from how wet you are. “god, y/n baby you’re so wet for mommy, don’t i make you feel so good?” now gripping onto your hips, holding them steady so she can fuck herself harder into your needy womb. wanting you to bear her children she fucks you with fervour, her eyebrows furrowing as she concentrates on her rhythm.

with every thrust she gives you, you notice how her tits bounce up and down. wanting to suck on them badly, you cough out another request “mm- ah fuck.. mommy can i suck on your tits?” nodding in response she picks you up from the back, laying herself flat on the bed and you sitting up riding her cock.

“suck then”

leaning down to her chest you lick around her nipples, flicking and pulling them, moaning as you basically make out with her nipples. continuing to rail into you, she grabs your ass with both of her hands, lifts you up just to slam you right back into her cock. “f-fuck.. mommy, cum- cum in me please. i want you to fill me up” although a bit sad that she can't shoot her load into you ripe womb, she keeps up with the roleplay, saying that

“i’ll fuck your pussy until you’re leaking with my cum”

feeling how tight you are being more of a struggle to manoeuvre her strap inside you, she thrusts harder, knowing that you’re on the verge of cumming. “mommy please, f-faster, don’t stop- gonna cum, so good” strings of praises and ‘don’t stops’ spilling out off your mouth as you continue to rock your hips on her, leaning back down to once again suck her tits.

you’re inevitable high hits you like a truck. cumming hard on her dick, you scream profanities as you clutch onto her shoulders, gritting your teeth as you still unconsciously buck your hips.

coming back to reality, you panic “karina, what time is the kid coming back?” giggling, she looks at you with adoration in her eyes.

“not anytime soon, my dear. we have more time” she playfully smirks at you.

safe to say you guys pretty much fucked until you had to pick up the kid.

[serenecypher]

Bangtan Host Club Teaser

Genre: BTS Ot7xf!Reader, Poly!AU, Fluff, Romance, Crack-ish, Eventual Smut.

Estimated w/c: TBD

Summary: Tired of your boring mundane life? Become an exclusive member of The Bangtan Host Club™ today and let 7 charming men help you out.

Warnings: Warnings will be specified for each chapter. None for this teaser.

A/N: Hi! This is the first fan fiction I will be sharing with the world. I hope you all can be nice :") (i'm sensitive lol), but I would love feedback and all kinds of interactions. Also the characters of the boys are inspired by the anime Ouran High School Host Club and you will get a cookie if you guess who is who on drop day. Reply or just ask to be in taglist!

Teaser below the cut.

“She is! She is so shy too. Why don’t you talk to us…?” Jungkook draws out his sentence as you feel him leaning into your left side. If you keep turning your head between the both of them like this, you are surely going to get whiplash but you can’t help it when Jungkook is tracing a finger on your arm where the goosebumps are as if he can sense them under the material of your shirt. 

“Wh-what is going on?” you ask, confused beyond belief at the stuttering of your heart in your chest. 

“Tae, Jungkook, give the girl some room to breathe, please.” A soft voice breaks you out of whatever spell those two had you under. A new person walks around to sit across the table from you. He is so elegant in his movements that you are instantly captivated by him and then he gives you a soft smile that makes his eyes turn into little crescent moons. “Sorry about them, they get carried away sometimes. My name is Jimin. It’s so nice to meet you.”

You feel an air of relief flood your veins at his comforting smile and the way he looks at you so earnestly. You give him a shaky smile. “It's nothing. I am just a little confused.”

“Hyung, I can't believe that you, of all people, are doing this right now. You broke all of the tension we created with her and now she is just confused and not charmed like she is supposed to be.” Jungkook pouted at Jimin with Taehyung nodding vehemently in agreement. 

“If she is confused, what are you charming her for? Just give her some space to be comfortable.” Jimin says with a sense of compassion for you and brings his warm gaze back on you. “Did you order a drink yet? Want me to get you the menu?”

[exstasyplague]

UnPopular Jujutsu Kaisen Opinions (with arguments)

manga spoilers

☆ Yuji is the perfect MC

i've seen a lot of people trashing on him. some say gege writes him poorly and doesn't give him enough scenes, some say he's boring because he doesn't have any fancy cursed techniques. first of all, yuji has been aware of the jujutsu world for 6 months in manga; even less in anime. he doesn't have any OP cliche to him (looking at you Ichigo) and that makes him so much more enjoyable! when he loses he loses for good reasons and when he wins you can feel genuinely happy for him because you know he deserves it. he is a teenager and the shift in his mentalities embodies that perfectly; along with him we discover the cruelty and unfairness of the jujutsu world. at first, especially if you're a shonen watcher, you'd tend to believe he will shift to a high white knight borderline annoying mentality yet he doesn't, the jjk verse doesn't work like that. yuji is able to adapt. he has traits that you'd see in your real life friends: silliness, kindness, idiocy, love for jennifer lawrence etc but also traits that make him a perfect mc: empathy, resiliance, convinction, raw anger. + gege have him some of the HARDEST panels.

ㅡif it's just pain... Yuji Itadori won't ever stop

also. his last battle with mahito. hands down. best. panels.

mahito (another well structured villain) RUNNING for his life while yuji walks slowly behind him. if that doesn't show major improvement from the kid he was at the beginning idk what does. that's some MC shit right there man.

☆ Sukuna is not a fraud

the fraudkuna memes are funny. i admit. i'm sure mahoraga kisses him goodnight and tucks his blankey, however, sukuna is a fucking piece of shit, LOL (i mean it in the best way), my man literally became curse. people expect him to not use the weapons he has to his advantage as if he didn't want megumi from the beginning specifically for using his abilities. a good gun doesn't make you a military tier shooter. it's about the resources, it's about the experience, it's about the aim. "why doesn't he use his curse technique wah wah" — because he knows gojo is strong. unless he isn't absolutely sure he will strip him away from all his gimmicks, he has no reason to flaunt his true powers. sukuna wants to win. he wanted to kill gojo since the beginning of the series. i think the fight is balanced well, sukuna uses his resources and takes the consequences for being a tad too cautious. in the heian era when cursed energy had a purer, rawer output even domain expansions were simple in principles: you're in, i kill you. (line from the manga, btw) his CT is probably straightforward as well with a simple principle so having gojo use his infinity against it and figure out how to strip him naked would make him lose faster than todo called yuji his bestie.

☆ Gege doesn't hate women

because the unfortunate thing with nobara and yuki getting xd-d by kenjaku, a popular belief seems to be that gege is fond of trashing the women in his series. argument people have for that? "the only one in the spotlight is maki and she's female toji". first of all, if gege hated women he wouldn't write them as he does— each one of his lady characters is incredibly well structured and way beyond the love interest/ gotta be protected trope. mei mei, shoko, utahime, miwa and many others became non-existent, or what? even tengen is a woman. masashi kishimoto (the creator of naruto) is an author i'd say has 0 regards for women since the way most of his girl characters are built is literal dog shit. sakura is naruto's one sided love and a sasuke dickrider, hinata is a stalker that sharts when she sees naruto, karin is a sasuke dickrider, kurenai is asuma's chick and the only two women somewhat ok as a structure are tsunde and temari. (i am a big fan of the naruto series but i am spitting facts, also an avid sakura lover) plus there is a rumour that gege is a woman too and from the way sato sugu is written i'd agree anw

☆ Kenjaku is the best villain of the series

homie got railed by itadori's papi just for his plan, that's not even aizen level of plotting bro. he got drizzled in jizz and gave birth to yuji 💀

how good that d had to be for him to get impregnated....

ANYWAY jokes aside, he is very calculated and chill. he is not the strongest but his literal essence is to be a technique stealing leech and well, he's just that. with suguru, even in his villain arc you can empathize. sukuna is cool and straightforward: he wants to massacre people, kill gojo and then enjoy his life slashing random ass people who don't kneel is total submission.

kenjaku? bro, kenjaku has plans over plans and he executes all of them. even in geto's sexy body he still gets hated because there is genuinely nothing likeable about him. not because he's a poorly written character, he's written to be a piece of shit that makes you wanna break the screen when he gets a W and idk about y'all but even when he exorcised mahito i was like "aw hell nah bruh, get your hands off asap". may come as a shock, i know but we're like supposed to hate villains (not me being the biggest sukuna simp even in his crusty dusty OG form🤭) and well, nobody fucking roots for kenjaku. so gojo, go take your boyfriend's body or something fr.

☆ Yuta is.... mid

hear me out.

i don't hate him— not in the slightest. i hope he will actually have something going on with maki since apparently nobara is afk. i liked his entire rika situation but... bro.

yes, i will be going into the power system 😭I'M SORRY BUT like all he does is copy shit. wow. sure, he's a good copycat. i am not complaining about him being called so powerful and wtv but i don't find anything exciting about his battles and his personality is dead ass boring. do i get happy when he wins? yes. do i hope he'll come and save goatjo? yes. yes. yes. but people call him the real MC and all that shit... not even that— i... nothing in me likes him. my opinions are not absolute. his story is cool. i liked jjk 0 but the only thing that ruins his story is literally his lack of perosnality. and don't come at me for not grasping his depths or whatever. yuta is best fanfic y/n material because he can be turned into bashful stereotype really easily. "omg, best friend power, precious friends made me wanna live ❤️" very sweet HOWEVER very untouching for me. i only liked him when he made maki go all blushy because my girl deserves happiness.

☆ Toji actually cares about Megumi

is he the good father that would spoil his kid as a ray of sunshine?

no.

but he chose this. to forget about everything, to abandon his pride, to part himself away from the clan that rejected him and live his life on his own. megumi's mom made shit better for him and she died so his life became shit again. he thought that by entrusting megumi to the zenin clan he would actually be able to make something of himself since he had cursed energy.

also, people tend to forget just how conservative and judgemental the 3 big clans are, maki and mai have been shat on their whole life by the zenins, especially maki. toji went through the same shit if not worse. he wasn't always buff max version of himself, he wasn't born with anything. exactly because he gave up on all the things in his life he was able to reach that type of power and live with some purpose since he failed in everything else.

in the manga he has the option of coming back to life as long as he keeps killing sorcerers, which is his speciality, but he meets megumi, recognises him and kills himself in order to not hurt him. be fr. anciet sorcerers sold their booty holes to kenjaku to get a second chance at life.

ANYWAY. SADLY i can't post Toji memes since i reached my pic limits.

let me know what you think:) i may make a part 2. feel free to also ask for my opinions about anything in the verse, lol. if you wanna see my fics check my ao3, i promise i don't write in the same braindead way i type. <33

[stainedstardom]

I am FERAL for Chad

Can we get a Chad x artist!reader. Reader is bff’s with Mindy and close to Chad also. And it’s painfully obvious that they like each other. One day, They’re hanging out and Chad finds reader’s drawings of him and they confess and SHKDDHDK FLUFF

nonnie its the way im an artist myself and so yes, I will do this for you. i love chad as much as the next person and I am so happy that people are requesting for him too

YOU DRAW ME?

chad meeks martin x reader!!

if crushes were obvious then you were screwed beyond belief but no one could blame you.

you take one good look at chad meeks martin and tell me that he isn't sculpted by the greek gods and made human. i wont believe you , I had caught myself drawing once or twice or maybe 25 times. it was hard not to when he looked like that.

"ya know if you stare at my brother any longer, your eyes might just pop out of your head" mindy said as you stared at chad for a second longer then you should've. you snapped out of it and you shoved her shoulder with a laugh and she did the same thing.

"im not staring" you told her and she laughed

"you are but its cute, he likes you too ya know. its obvious to like everyone but you two" she said and you laughed.

"haha very fun" you exclaimed and she shook her head

"im not joking im serious" she said and you heard another voice from behind you.

"what are you serious about?" chad asked his sister and her eyes widened as you made eye contact and shook your head.

"nothing, its nothing" she said

"okay well anyways, y/n i need help with this art homework Mr johnson assigned us, can you help me later?" he asked and you turned to look at him

"yeah sure, ill be in my dorm just show up at any time" you told him

"is 5 okay?" he asked

"yeah thats fine" you stated and he smiled as he walked away. mindy grabbed your hands and looked in your eyes.

"okay this is your chance, you need to tell him" she spoke. the bell rang and you separated from her. the rest of the day it was slow and boring but when you got back to your dorm, you cleaned up your room putting clothes away, cleaning the dishes just simply making sure it was clean and didn't look like a pig lived there.

there was a knock on your door and you opened it to see chad.

"hey come in" you said as you opened the door wider and let him walk in. he walked in and you walked to the other side of your room as you grabbed your laptop.

"y/n" you heard and you turned to see him holding your sketchbook

"oh shit" you said under your breathe

"you draw me?" he asked and you nodded

"youre like a greek god, its hard to not draw you" you told him and he smiled at you.

"its amazing, how long did this take?" he asked

"about 2 hours but i admire you enough for it to be quicker" you stated and his eyes looked into yours. there was something deep swimming in there and you liked it.

"i admire you alot too, ive always liked you ya know" he stated and you looked at him. he put your sketchbook down and walked over to you. he held your waist and you put your hands on his biceps.

"can i kiss you?" he asked

"please" you said and he leaned in as he kissed you and you kissed him back. you both smiled into it.

"never stop drawing me" he said into the kiss

"theres more where that came from" you exclaimed and he pulled away as he pushed your hair behind your ear and smiled

"show me" he said and you nodded as you grabbed his hand and led him back over to your bed

you were happy you drew him

A/N: oh how in love with this and chad I am

[autumnshighlady]

A Lesson in Language

Fëanor x female!reader

part of The Professor Series

summary: challenging your linguistics professor is your favourite past time, until he decides it's time for you to face consequences for it

warnings: smut, power dynamic, daddy kink (only a little bit at the end), rough oral sex (m receiving), hate sex, roughness, Fëanor is a raging asshole

word count: 4.4k

request: Professor Feanor x reader? With fiery smut and snarky student reader ;) I was thinking something like he’s a linguistics prof (since he did come up with a new system of writing) and he teaches this one course that reader needs to graduate but she’s annoyed that he teaches it’s either his way or nothing at all so she argues with him all the time in office hours for her marks and etc?

So since we seem to be imagining everybody as a professor: Feanor. He'd be mean, and condescending, and the gods may help you if you're not good in his class (wth is he even teaching, he's good at everything💀) But if you're his best student, and a bright mind beyond class assignments? You'll want the gods to help you for wholly different reasons.

a/n: Fëanor is a massive douche in this fic ladies pls never let a man treat u like this lmao

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You rolled your eyes as you doodled in the margins of your notebook, trying to ignore Professor Fëanor’s arrogant voice echoing in the classroom. He was droning on about pragmatics, a topic you had mastered last year already. You hated this class – it was tedious at best, and like watching paint dry at its worst. The only reason you were begrudgingly taking it was because it was your last requirement for graduation, as the class involved drawing up your own research study instead of a final exam. Everyone who was in this class took it for one of two reasons – either they were the same as you and just needed it for graduation, or they were lovestruck morons enamoured with the professor.

Admittedly, he was an attractive male. His long, raven-black hair suited his sharp face, with grey blue eyes that surveyed the class like a hawk, picking on daydreaming students to answer difficult questions. He was always impeccably dressed, and spoke with more confidence than anyone you had ever met. Yet he was arrogant and stubborn, insisting his way was the only way to learn linguistics. He spoke to his students as if they were dumb, incapable of being anywhere near his level of knowledge. And it irritated you beyond belief.

You were well known amongst your peers for getting into arguments with the professor. Dr. Fëanor had a nasty temper that frightened most, but amused you. You were the only student who didn’t hesitate to challenge him and stick up for yourself when he decided he wanted to bully his students. You were confident in your linguistic skill set, marching to his office to argue your grades whenever he gave you a shitty mark. You could tell it infuriated him, how his best student didn’t kiss his ass like he had clearly expected you to.

“Am I interrupting your artistic time, (Y/N)?” Dr. Fëanor’s bored voice sounded a few feet away from you, snapping you back to reality. You looked up, and he was standing in front of your table, glaring down at you. The students beside you shrank back, afraid to be caught up in the professor’s wrath. But you didn’t back down, only sighing and looking up to meet his gaze.

“What was that, sir?” You asked, widening your eyes and faking innocence knowing damn well it would piss him off further.

“You haven’t been paying attention to a single thing I’ve said all week.” He snorted. “How you are my top student is beyond me, with such a short attention span.”

“I’ve been paying attention, sir.” You lied, bringing your elbows to rest on the table. 

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then you won’t mind a little pop quiz, just for you?”

You shrugged. “Fire away.”

“What are the three airstream mechanisms in phonetics?” His shoulders were tense, a sign of his visible annoyance towards you.

Your answer rolled off your tongue. “Pulmonic, glottalic, velaric.”

“Define a morpheme.”

“The smallest meaningful unit of language. It must have a meaning of its own, either lexical or a grammatical function, and it must be minimal, not containing any smaller units that have meanings of their own.”

“And what are the four maxims of conversation?”

“Quality, quantity, relation and manner.” You smiled, watching your professor’s face get redder as you answered his questions easily.

“Name the distinctive linguistic properties of Quenya that make it differ from Sindarin.” Dr. Fëanor smirked, cocking his head arrogantly. You knew he would ask this question, it was too predictable. He was the master of Quenya, having played a huge role in the development of the language and construction of the Tengwar alphabet. 

But as usual, he underestimated you. You took a breath, pretending to think for a moment before lifting your chin and meeting his gaze once again. “Where do I begin?” You said confidently. “Quenya is a more complex agglutinative language that strings morphemes together into long words using an inflectional system with a flexible syntax, while Sindarin has a much easier to follow language structure. Quenya uses 5 tenses to conjugate, Sindarin has 6 and words often begin with vowels whereas in Quenya, they typically end in vowels. They both use the structures SVO and OVS structures, but Sindarin uses VS and VO, although it lacks the OSV structure that Quenya has. Additionally, Quenya adopted case endings for nouns in nominative and genitive cases, using the dual plural to represent plural form since it lacks a definite article to mark the regular plural. Would you like me to go on, sir?”

The entire class was utterly silent. No one dared breathe in the moments following your monologue as you waited for your professor to reply. You expected him to yell at you, maybe throw a manuscript at your head. But he didn’t move. It began to make you uneasy, and you noticed a strange look cross his face for a half second before he finally spoke. 

“I’ve heard more than enough from you for one class.” Fëanor’s voice was leathally calm, sending goosebumps up your arm. “Keep your mouth shut for the remainder of the lecture, and pay attention.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up your pen and sitting back in your chair as the professor continued his lecture. You crossed your legs, making your skirt hike up on your thighs, but you were too annoyed to fix it. Your professor was an arrogant bastard who couldn’t comprehend that not everyone around him was as dumb as rocks. But your skin flushed as you drifted off into one of your many daydream scenarios of Fëanor bending you over his desk and taking his anger out on you. You just knew he was rough and dominant in bed, having fantasised about being on the receiving end of that fire within him.

Your daydreaming was cut short as the professor began distributing last week’s quizzes back to the students. He didn’t acknowledge your presence as he ungracefully dropped yours in front of you. You noticed quickly a note was attached to it, that read:

Be in my office at 5pm tonight. We need to have a talk about your attitude.

You sucked in a breath. This was new. Not once had he invited you to his office – you were there of your own volition often enough to challenge him about your marks. You wouldn’t be surprised if he put up a sign on his door barring you specifically from entering. You knew he hated your visits to his office, so why invite you now? Talks with your professor about your attitude were done in public, specifically to try and humiliate you. 

You folded up the note and slid it into your pocket, nervousness beginning to churn in your gut. Was he going to fail you out of spite? You’d be unable to complete your degree if he did that. While Fëanor was an arrogant asshole, you didn’t think he was cruel. Or at least you hoped so.

Tears began to well in your eyes as the possibility of failing dawned on you. Perhaps there were consequences to mouthing off to your professor after all. 

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A few hours later, you knocked at the elaborate wooden door to Fëanor’s office, then wiped your face one last time. You had spent an hour in the bathroom attempting to fix your makeup and conceal the evidence of your tears and failing, miserably. Your mascara was wet, giving you more of a smokey eye look than you had intended. Your smudged face was a stark contrast with your perfectly put together outfit – a short brown pencil skirt and tall boots, paired with a tight fitting, slightly cropped t-shirt. You felt ridiculous now, going to your professor’s office like this, but you had no other choice.

“Come in. And close the door behind you.” His deep voice echoed from inside the office, and you pushed the heavy door open. His office was its usual organised mess, manuscripts and books everywhere, laid out across every sitting space available save for the single chair in front of his desk. The room glowed orange from the roaring fireplace off to the side, making it look more like an ancient cave than an office.

You carefully walked over to the chair in front of the desk, clasping your hands in front of you.

“Sit.” Fëanor ordered, finally glancing up at you when you hesitated. “Unless you prefer to kneel on the floor?”

Your face burned bright red as you scrambled into the chair, ignoring the way his insinuation made your thighs tingle with need. He ignored you for a few minutes, continuing whatever he was translating on his desk. You shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to do. None of your interactions had ever been like this – quiet, suspenseful, behind closed doors. No, it was always bickering arguments that turned heads in the hallways. Something was different about him.

“Do you know why I really called you in here today?” He asked, still not looking up. His long hair was tied back, except for a few loose strands that hung around his face as he wrote.

“To fail me.” You said quietly.

He barked a heartless laugh. “Gods, no. Failing you would mean I’d have to endure a whole extra semester of your arrogant attitude. I refuse to put myself through that.”

You felt all nervousness fade away, quickly replaced by that hot anger only he seemed to be able to get out of you. “I’m arrogant?” You snapped. “Take a look in the mirror.”

Fëanor’s writing ceased, and his grey blue eyes met yours and narrowed. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard what I said.” You fired back, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. “You’re the arrogant one here, sir. You try to belittle me every time I prove myself to be smart because you can’t imagine that everyone around you isn’t a complete imbecile.”

You expected the male to snap back, to call you an idiot and ask how dare you say these things to him. Truthfully, you couldn’t believe you were saying these things either. All your arguments had been about the material so far, veiled insults hidden beneath your words. Never were you this open, this bold, about how you felt. 

“Anything else?” He said in a bored manner.

“Yeah, you’re a real prick.” You continued your angry rambling, sick of being looked down on by this male. “You know as well as I do that I’m your best student, yet you treat me like the problem kid at the back of the class. It’s ridiculous, and the only reason you do it is to feel better about yourself. Am I wrong, sir?”

A long pause followed, and you swallowed a lump in your throat. If you weren’t going to fail before, you definitely were now. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You simply sat there, eyes locked with your ill-tempered linguistics professor. After a few minutes, you couldn’t take it anymore, averting your gaze to inspect a loose thread on your skirt.

“Do you know why I’m such an arrogant… prick, did you say?” He stood up, walking around to the front of his desk and leaning against it, crossing his large arms. “Because I’ve earned it. I invented the Tengwar script and am the most knowledgeable person on the Quenya language there is. I have created and invented things that nobody else has, and nobody will ever come close to achieving what I have achieved. I have earned my arrogance, you have not. You’re just a little girl who’s in way over her head.”

You saw red, angrily pushing back the chair as you stood up to challenge him . Fëanor was a good foot taller than you, making you strain your neck to meet his gaze. “Call me a little girl one more time, I fucking dare you.” You hissed.

“Or what?” He smirked. “You’ll cry? Just like you did before you came in here?”

Your jaw went slack, “Wha–”

Fëanor scoffed, pleased with himself. “Oh, please, don’t even try. It was written all over your pretty face. I like it covered in tears, by the way. It’s a good look on you.”

WIthout thinking, your hand reached up and connected with his face, a dull slap echoing throughout the office. “Fuck you.” You spat, turning to storm out before you could face the consequences of hitting your professor.

But Fëanor was faster, his large hand firmly clasping around the hand you just slapped him with and yanking you back around to face him. His other hand grabbed your other wrist, and no matter how much you squirmed against it he didn’t budge. His eyes were dark as he pulled your hands up and across each other, pushing them into your chest as he stepped even closer to you. 

“You wish.” He purred mockingly. “Isn’t that right? Is that not one of the reasons why your attention drifts off in class? Because you’re fantasising about being bent over my desk and fucked until you can’t remember your own name?”

“You think way too highly of yourself–” You tried to defend yourself, but he cut you off as if you hadn’t even said anything.

“You think I’m blind? That I don’t notice how you always wear those revealing outfits on the days you have my class. Don’t play dumb, it’s not a good look on you.”

You thrashed in his grip, ignoring the effect his words had on you. “Let me go right now you self righteous, narcissistic–”

“Kneel.”

That made you freeze. “Excuse me?”

“You really need to learn how to shut up.” Feanor growled. “And that’s what I’m going to do. I’ve had enough of that mouth of yours, it’s time to make it useful for once. Now kneel.”

You were utterly dumbstruck, unable to do anything as your professor gave you a shove, making you fall to your knees on the ground in front of him. The wooden floor made your joints ache, but you knew better than to protest.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Fëanor began, the sound of his belt unbuckling distinct in the background. “Do you think you can follow simple instructions for once?”

“Yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, throat dry with anticipation for what was about to happen.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He paused his movements, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at his towering form. “I’m going to stuff that smart mouth of yours with my cock, and you’re going to take it like the desperate little slut I know you are. If you please me enough, I will bend you over this desk and fuck you so hard you can’t walk tomorrow. And you’ll have learned your lesson to keep your mouth shut when I tell you to, understood? Is that simple enough for you to understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You repeated, trying to keep the shake out of your voice. Your core throbbed at his words, exactly as dominant as you imagined him to be.

Fëanor finally unzipped his trousers, letting them fall to his feet along with his boxers, revealing the thickest cock you had ever seen. Your jaw dropped, but you didn’t even care that you had just boosted his ego. All you could think about was how it would possibly fit.

“What’s the matter?” He mocked. “Too big for you? Scared you won’t be able to take it? You’ll be able to take it because I’ve told you so. Now open.”

You parted your lips, letting your professor slide his cock between them. You sucked on the tip, earning a groan of pleasure from the male above. Forcing your jaw to relax, you took him deeper, aching with the stretch.

Without warning, Fëanor impatiently grabbed the back of your head and pushed you down further. Tears blotted your face as you gagged around him, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him. Clearly, he wasn’t concerned with having you come up for air, forcing you to breathe through your nose.

He set a rough pace, guiding your head up and down his cock as far as it would go without making you gag too much. Your mascara began to run down your face, and you made sure to keep eye contact with him despite the strain on your throat.

“There’s a good little slut,” Fëanor growled, tightening his grip on your hair as he thrusted faster. “I told you you looked better with tears running down your face.”

You couldn’t protest with his cock around your mouth, so you only whimpered, focusing on taking him deeper. You sucked hard with each stroke, letting your tongue run along the vein underneath his shaft as you bobbed your head. Your professor moaned shamelessly above you, a sound that set your nerves alight.

Mindlessly, your hand wandered between your legs, attempting to relieve some of the pressure building there. Your fingers hadn’t even grazed your panties when Fëanor halted his movements, holding your head down at the base of his cock. 

“Don’t even think of touching yourself.” He hissed angrily. “I didn’t give you permission to do so. Try it again, and I won’t let you cum. Got it?”

You nodded around the base of his cock, whimpering. Your jaw was in agony, stretched to the max to accommodate his length. When he finally moved your head once again, you doubled your efforts, determined to make your arrogant professor fall apart. You sat on your hands for good measure, trying to avoid the temptation to ignore his orders altogether.

Fëanor began thrusting his hips to meet your mouth a few minutes later, his pretty eyes screwing shut as he tilted his head back. “Fucking swallow every last drop.” He grunted between thrusts, his grip on your scalp tightening right before his cock twitched in your mouth. He came with a loud groan, shooting spurts of warm liquid down your throat. You kept bobbing your head, sucking up every last drop and letting it slide down your throat. He panted, hips sputtering as you sucked him dry before finally pulling your lips off him. Your jaw ached like never before, but you were strangely proud of yourself. The image of your high strung professor climaxing into your mouth would be forever burned into your mind.

“Looks like you’ve earned your reward after all.” Fëanor grabbed you by your shoulders and hoisted you up onto his desk with impressive strength. You didn’t have time to ask if you should move the papers on his desk before his mouth crashed into yours. His lips were hot and dominating, overwhelming your senses. You barely had time to kiss him back before he was pulling away, attaching his lips to your neck and biting down, making you cry out. He sucked and bit every inch of your throat in a manner you knew would leave dark bruises the next day, undoubtedly an intentional choice on his part.

You felt your shirt being yanked up, Fëanor quickly pulling it over your head along and ripping your bra off then tossing both items somewhere behind him. His calloused hands eagerly grabbed your breasts, squeezing hard. You squirmed under his touch, wanting to get away from the harshness of it but also needing more somehow. Fëanor’s mouth assaulted your breasts, biting the soft flesh firmly before taking your nipple in his teeth and flicking the bud with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck.” You couldn’t help but moan, tilting your head back.

“You like this?” Fëanor teased, lifting his mouth from your breast momentarily before hovering over the other one. “You like it when I’m rough, treating you like a dirty little whore? Leaving marks all over your body so you know that you’re my property, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir!” You cried out as he sucked at your other breast. It was overwhelming, his hands were everywhere except where you needed them most.

As if he read your mind, Fëanor pulled away, ripping his shirt over his head to reveal the most sculpted abs you’d ever seen. The bastard stood there for a moment, proudly watching you admire his form. Gods above, you’d never be able to focus in class again after seeing his muscles.

He reached down and roughly tugged your skirt and panties down, exposing your glistening cunt. Fëanor plunged a finger into you without warning, pressing a thumb to your clit and making you see stars. His mouth found your neck again as you squirmed under his touch, a hand reaching around your back and pressing you into his frame.

“You’re a fucking mess,” He growled into your neck, adding in a second finger and stretching your hole. “All for me, isn’t that right? I’m going to break you, my dear. Break you into a thousand pieces and put you back together so I can do it all over again and make you mine.”

You whined, feeling your muscles clench around him as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You were approaching your orgasm faster than you ever had in your life. “I’m close…” You mumbled through shallow breaths, legs beginning to twitch.

He smirked. “I know.” Was all he said before roughly pulling his fingers away, right before you could make the final stretch towards the edge.

“What the hell!” You exclaimed, angry. Before you could cuss him out, his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed.

“What did I tell you about keeping that pretty mouth shut?” Fëanor growled. “I would threaten to stuff it with my cock again, but you’d probably enjoy that too much. Guess I’m just going to have to fuck you so hard you scream and lose your voice.”

He roughly turned you around, pushing you by your neck so you were stomach first down on the desk with your feet still on the floor. You breathed heavily, grasping the edge with your fingertips as Fëanor lined his cock up to your entrance. You forced your body to relax, knowing it was going to hurt at first.

His hands found your hips and he slammed into you, almost knocking the wind right out of your lungs. You barely had time to catch your breath and acknowledge the stinging stretch between your legs before he pulled out and did it again, setting a brutal pace. You began to scream, fully screaming in pleasure and pain as Fëanor pounded into you relentlessly. You couldn’t even think straight, all logical thoughts about there possibly being people in the hallway that could hear you as you cried out over and over again.

Fëanor’s grip on your hips was almost bone shattering, his thick cock slamming into your g-spot faster than anyone had ever fucked you. He was right, your entire body would be sore tomorrow. In fact, you’d be lucky if you were able to walk to class. Fëanor’s thrusts were so powerful, you were sure he was going to split you in half.

And you fucking loved it.

You loved being bent over your professor’s desk, unable to think about anything else aside from how hard he was fucking you. The male you had had verbal sparring matches with for weeks was taking his frustration out on you, and you loved it. You enjoyed being at his mercy, feeling things nobody else had been able to make you feel.

Fëanor grunted, reaching one hand down and rubbing your clit. “You cum when I say you cum, got it?”

You nodded, whimpering as you felt your body try and pick up where it left off. You begged it to keep your orgasm at bay, knowing Fëanor would be less than happy if you came without his permission. So you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to think about anything else.

He thrusted into you for what seemed like hours, to the point where your legs had gone almost numb. You were a sobbing mess, fighting to stop yourself from climaxing all over his cock. The papers on his desk were stained with your tears, and your determination to not beg him for anything snapped.

“Please let me cum.” You sobbed pathetically.

Fëanor only increased his pace on your clit, smirking as he pounded you. “Aw, are you crying again? Poor little thing is so desperate to cum for daddy, isn’t she?”

Daddy. Your brain went haywire. Normally, you were not into the whole daddy kink, but the way Fëanor said it changed something in you. You whined, nodding. At this point, you’d say whatever to get him to let you cum. “Please, daddy, I need to cum,” You cried, body shaking. “I’ll do anything you want, please just let me finish.”

Fëanor groaned behind you, his cock twitching inside of you, evidence of his pleasure with your response. “That was pathetic,” He grunted. “But I’ll let it slide. Cum for me, slut. Cum now.”

Your body let go before he finished his sentence, the dam that had been holding your orgasm back bursting, letting the climax wash over your body. You cried out, voice breaking with hoarseness as your legs twitched violently, your grip on the desk and Fëanor’s hand on your hip being the only thing keeping you from sliding onto the floor.

The world spun around you, and at one point you were pretty sure you lost consciousness. As you came down from your high, Fëanor moaned loudly, pulling out and stroking his cock while jutting his hips forward. Thick spurts of cum landed on your back mixing with the sheen of sweat already there. His loud groan echoed throughout the office as you panted, your entire body feeling both completely wrecked and on cloud nine at the same time.

You tried to speak, but no words came out. Your vocal cords were shot, jaw aching with every movement. You didn’t even hear Fëanor retreat, but he returned with a towel, gently wiping the seed off your skin. You wanted to thank him, but couldn’t. In fact, you weren’t sure if you could even move. 

Fëanor chuckled, bundling up your clothes and setting them beside you. He placed a glass of water to your lips, tilting it back and letting you eagerly drink it up. “You’re excused from Thursday’s lesson,” He said smugly. “Only because I know you won’t be able to get out of bed to get to class. Let this be your lesson learned not to question me, or call me an arrogant prick. Got it?”

You nodded weakly, defenceless, and knowing your linguistics class with Dr. Fëanor would never be the same.

[saturnskyline]

bl people i desire carnally 💖

tagged by @loveable-sea-lemon and @sandrayy !! thanks for encouraging me to thirst on main (more than usual that is jfklsdfjd)

vegas (kinnporsche)

this gif is incredibly innocent looking but to be clear, i am just as attracted to him (if not more) when he is covered in blood <3 anyway starting this list off strong with my moral compass compromised by sexy lol. i have no excuses. let's carry on

tiffy (lovely writer)

ended the career of every bike-riding bisexual ever. her impact is unmatched, her beauty is unparalleled, and i am frankly not above groveling at her feet. we stan tiffy in this house

payu/phayu/wouldn't you like to know weather boy (love in the air)

honestly screw this guy. SCREW THIS GUY. even just making this post i fell down this most ridiculous rabbit hole of gifs bc he's literally too hot. bisexual menace get thee HENCE

tay (kinnporsche)

YOU'RE MY ANGEL BABYYY BABY YOU'RE MY ANGEL.... ahem. that is to say, tay my love, i would cherish you beyond belief. give me a chance i beg just one chance break up with your boyfriend i'm bored-

ink (bad buddy)

i mean look at her. "it's so gainful" changed my brain chemistry. what do you even say. simp is not a strong enough word to describe the feelings i have for her like. ma'am i would ride into battle for you just say the word

win (between us)

every second he was onscreen i was consumed with rage at the sheer attractiveness that this man has. mind you he is a main character so that's a lot of rage.... but yeah 👍 so glad to have found this gif specifically bc wow what a moment. bless boun noppanut 4ever

miw (3 will be free)

need her to roll her eyes at me. actually, i need her to stomp on me but the eye rolling is a good start sdfkjlsdfjs. angel darling queen of my life etc. etc. etc. (also pretty please let me join your polycule pleaseeee)

big (kinnporsche)

can't put too many kinnporsche characters on this list i'm ngl :') and i couldn't NOT include big like come on. he is the most babygirl ever. his angst levels and his beautiful hair have captivated me.... you get the point. justice for big

tagging @xxhappy-chickenxx @negrowhat @porschesbabydaddy @peachym00 @a-slut-for-vegaspete and anyone else that might want to do this! feel free to ignore this if you're not interested or you've already been tagged :)

[virgo-79]

A few words on tagging, as there have been some recent arguments made about tags that have what I'll call flawed logic.

If I write a post about Cersei Lannister and call her a paranoid, power-hungry, murderous bitch, that is not me being Cersei-critical. That's me talking about a villainous character as she was portrayed in the books and show. A villainous character I very much enjoyed watching because she was an ultimate wicked queen, with the rare sympathetic moment shining through. At no point in time was she a good person. If I talk about her demonstrating the traits she was written to have, playing the role in the story she was written to have, that is not me being critical of the character, just because I am condemning a villain within the context of a story.

Now, on the other hand, when I talk about Bran Stark or Jon Snow and say I could not give less of a shit about either of those characters because I find them boring beyond belief, and that I think that Bran's plot of becoming some all-seeing entity for the sake of finding out dead people's secrets is an uninspired, lazy solution to solving a huge mystery at the heart of the story, that IS me being critical. I don't think the writing and/or acting of those characters measures up to others on the show, and I'm bored by their plots, which are both quite vital to everything happening. They're not achieving for me what they're meant to achieve in the story.

If I were going to tag a post about any of these characters someone-critical (which I very well may not, because implicit in the nature of discussion is raising points about both what we like and don't like about something; discussion is not synonymous with praise), it would not be the one where I am calling one of the villains paranoid, power-hungry, and murderous.

Recognizing and speaking about the negative traits a character-- good, evil, or otherwise-- is deliberately portrayed as possessing is not being critical of that character. It's talking about the character.

Stomping your feet and demanding people who are talking about a character's canon negative traits and bad actions ought to tag those posts as character-critical is goofy, bratty, and entitled.

And don't get me started on the freaking ridiculousness of getting angry about someone tagging a post discussing a character, critical or otherwise, with that character's name. The tag is a filing system, not a fan club.

Just scroll past. Or hit that block option, kids. If it bugs you or irritates you or angers you or upsets you or dries up your pussy or wilts your boner that badly, just block the poster.

Don't bitch about the presence or absence of character tags because you don't like what someone else has to say about that character. It makes you sound like a whiny dipshit.

[ikatella]

The Cards We're Dealt

Dabi x Reader Part Three to Russian Roulette and Spades Chapter 1/2 7.4k words Noncon, kidnapping, possessive Dabi, Stockholm syndrome, threats of violence

Waking up to find yourself Dabi's captive, you must find a way to try and escape, but at the same time, you find yourself learning more about the dangerous villain than you ever expected. You see a side of him never before seen, and you learn just how far he'll go to keep you under his thumb.

You start to come to slowly, your eyelids feeling extraordinarily heavy. You don’t even really remember falling asleep, and your body feels fatigued and sore beyond belief. A source of sweltering heat is pressed against the side of your body and buried into your neck. You feel something sharp graze the skin of your shoulder with a small nip. With a start, you remember everything from before you fell asleep. 

Fighting to open your eyes, eyesight still blurry with sleep, you go to turn over and find yourself unable to move, as something tugs on your arm with a metallic clink. Another sharp nip and warm exhale of breath against your pulse.

Your vision clears more and you realize you’re not in your room anymore. You don’t know what this place is, the room looks rundown, with nearly no furniture other than the bed you’re currently bound to. There’s very little light, the windows are seemingly plastered over with aged, yellowed paper, and the paint on the walls is cracked and peeling in some areas.

Looking down, you’re not surprised to see who the source of warmth is. Dabi looks up to meet your gaze as if sensing your eyes on him. His stare is still filled with the same intensity that you’ve started to become accustomed to. 

“Where am I?” You ask, swallowing thickly. You don’t understand where he’s taken you, or for what reason, but the possibilities as to why have you frightened. This situation doesn’t seem to bode well for you.

His large, rough hand slides up the lower half of your stomach, pushing your shirt up slightly. “I told you that you’re mine, I’m not gonna risk you getting away from me now.” He speaks lowly against your ear. You shudder at the vehemence in his voice, and it fully hits you how entwined you were with him now. He’s reached a dangerous level of obsession with you, and maybe that means he hopefully won’t kill you, but there’s no escaping him at this point. You can’t even be sure he wouldn’t murder you if you pissed him off enough, or if he got bored with you. 

“I don’t understand, where am I-” He cuts you off with an iron grip on your chin, raising up slightly and leaning over you as he speaks again, his voice firmer than before. 

“You don’t need to understand anything other than you belong to me now, and I’m keeping you here. Get used to this place, it’s your new home, got it doll?”  His face is just a hairsbreadth away from yours now, his cerulean eyes burning into yours. 

You can’t help it, your lip starts trembling and tears begin to spring in your eyes. You sniffle as the hot tears spill over and run down your cheeks. Dabi doesn’t seem even the least bit alarmed by your weeping, if anything he seems almost pleasantly surprised.

Pulling you into his arms as he sits up, he coos and starts to stroke the back of your head. Your arm tugs uncomfortably from where it's chained to the metal frame of the bed. “It's okay baby, I’m not gonna hurt ya, as long as you behave everything will be fine. I’ll even take the handcuff off if you promise to be good.” He speaks in a softer voice, trying to soothe you, as a choked sob makes it past your lips. You’re struggling to wrap your head around your current predicament, you weren’t sure how to get out of this. The last thing you remember, you were in bed at home, maybe in the grasp of a frightening villain, but home nonetheless. 

You continue to cry as he wraps his arms around you, forcing you into even closer proximity to him. You feel the heat radiating off of his body, and he smells of smoke and ash. 

“Will you behave if I take off the cuff?” He speaks in a quiet, almost smooth voice, still speaking closely to your ear. 

Sniffling, you nod your head tentatively. You certainly were in no position to try and fight or resist him as it currently stands. Even with your own immunity to his flames, you know he could easily overpower you if need be. He seems pleased with your meek obedience as he produces a small key and leans over your still trembling body as he quickly undoes the handcuff keeping you tethered to the bed. 

The skin on your wrist is reddened and sore from how tight the restraint was, and you bring your hand up to your chest as you curl further in on yourself. Dabi says nothing, simply pulling you closer to him, fully seating you atop his lap now. You can feel his heartbeat, and each rise and fall of his chest as he holds you flush to his body. 

He wipes the tears from your cheeks and continues to shush your weeping, burying his face into your hair as he inhales.

“There’s no reason to cry, everything’s alright.” He continues to stroke your hair as you cry as if sympathetic, but his tone still seems quite pleased and if you weren’t mistaken, you could feel him growing hard against your ass through his pants. His presence felt overbearing and oppressive, and you felt trapped in his arms. 

“I wanna go home.” You whimper out between small sobs, you know he won’t let you, but you can’t help your words. His fingers tighten in your hair and his voice drops down back to something more harsh as he speaks.

“This is your home now, and you’re not leaving.” He all but growls into your ear, his grip on your hair becoming borderline painful. “I don’t wanna hear you ask to leave again. Got it?” When you simply sniffle and don’t reply, he yanks your hair, hard. “Got it?” He repeats himself in a threatening tone. Quickly, you nod your head in assent and he seems to accept this, the grip on your hair relenting. 

He continues to hold you like this for some time, murmuring to you in a low voice as he holds you close, and if he shifts your weight in a certain way that has you grinding against his crotch, you pretend to not notice. 

Soon you got to become familiar with the rest of this decrepit hideout of his, any windows close to the ground level are barred and the only door in or out is always locked. He had escaped-proofed the whole apartment as if you were a child. No house phones, no computers, nothing you could use to access the outside world. 

The place was all around sparsely furnished, and there was a scent of mildew about. It's not far off from what you’d imagine a villain would call home. There was, at the very least, an archaic but still functional television. It becomes your only source of news of the outside world, and the only thing to really keep you entertained on the many days when Dabi is gone, presumably off committing other atrocities with the league.

When he left you alone for the very first time, telling you that he’d be gone for a while and to behave in the meantime, you of course tried looking for a method of escape. Once you heard the front door slam shut, you waited ten minutes before moving to the front room, your feet padding across the cold ground. You were surprised he gave you free rein of the place already but that made a potential escape attempt so much easier.  To your surprise though, the front door was left unlocked. 

Did he seriously forget to lock the door? It didn’t even occur to you that it may have been a test until you were already scrambling to open the door hastily and Dabi’s disappointed and irritated expression greeted you. 

Fuck. 

“Seriously, did you just fall for one of the most basic tricks in the book?” He advances on you quickly as you stumble back and gasp. “I thought you’d be smarter than that.” Dabi quickly closes the distance between you, as he grabs you roughly by the arm, dragging you back inside. The door slams behind you with a resounding bang. “But I’m still pissed.” He says, clicking his tongue in a tutting sound as if reprimanding you.

You open your mouth, looking for some excuse to defend yourself but you just stammer as the words escape you. Shaking, you can’t even bring yourself to meet his furious gaze, your heart thumping out of your chest. 

He yanks you towards the one singular bedroom, not giving you any chance to resist or fight against him. Your feet can barely keep up and he’s partially dragging you across the floor as he strides towards the room. You’re forcefully tossed atop the bed before you even have time to react, the metal springs squeaking in protest. 

Immediately he’s above you, gripping your wrist tight enough to bruise as restrains one wrist to the side of your head, handcuff biting into your skin as he closes it tighter than need be. 

“Dabi please-” You try to plead as he leans all his weight into you, gripping your other wrist as he pulls out another handcuff. He doesn’t give you the chance to speak though, cutting you off quickly as he grips your jaw.

“No, I gave you a chance to prove to me you’d behave and you fucked it up.” He restrains your other wrist as he scowls at you. Both his hands move to grip your face, forcing you to look him in the eye. “I knew you would try to resist being here at first, but that doesn’t mean there’s not gonna be any consequences for trying to leave.”  

He leans his face close to yours, near enough that your noses were almost touching, as his voice drops down to something barely above a whisper. “I’m going easy on you this time, but I won’t be so lenient the next. You’re mine, the sooner you realize that, and the sooner you stop fighting the better.”

Truth be told, Dabi enjoyed it when you fought back. Something about your defiance and the idea of the chase, of forcing you to submit to him really got his blood pumping. However, something that he craved infinitely more was your willful submission. He wanted you to submit to being his, to come to terms with it. Your rightful place was beside him, and if he so chose, underneath him. Additionally, it was simply easier this way, he didn’t want to risk you escaping simply because he thinks it’d be titillating to chase you down. 

“You've lost your free roam privileges, I hope you’re comfortable because you’re not gonna be leaving this bed for a while.” 

Your eyes are wide and fearful and Dabi was obsessed with how beautiful that fear looked on your face. He leans in further, closing the gap between you two as he presses his lips to your own, kissing you fervently. The way he kisses you always felt more intimate than sex, but this wasn’t the tender kiss of a lover or partner. The way he moves his mouth against your own was full of possessiveness, and laced with a feeling of danger, as if he wants to consume your very soul. 

With your arms bound to the metal headboard and his hands still holding you tightly in place, you can do nothing to resist him. He bites your bottom lip, no doubt intentionally, and you whimper into his mouth. He groans against you hungrily before pulling away to speak, leaving you gasping for breath. 

“God you’re gonna be the death of me.” His voice is low and rough, filled with desire now.

Before he can move to kiss you again though, you speak up. “How long are you going to keep me chained here?” You ask tentatively, the thought of being trapped and restrained for an indefinite amount of time making you nervous. 

At the very least, he seems to give your question genuine consideration, pausing before answering. 

“Until I feel like you’ve learned your lesson and I don’t have to worry about you trying to escape again.” He says simply after a moment, in such a casual tone you could think he was commenting on the weather. 

“Dabi please, I swear I won’t try to leave again-” You try pleading with him yet again but he shushes you before you can get too worked up about it. 

“I know you won’t baby, because the next time you try to escape I’ll make sure you can’t walk again.”  His voice is low and honeyed and you shiver, knowing he’ll no doubt make good on that threat if you do. 

His mouth moves down to your neck, one hand tilting your head to give him better access, as the strong curve of his nose brushes against your pulse point. He presses open-mouthed kisses against your soft skin, starting out slowly, feeling your quickening pulse against his lips. Soon though, his intensity grows as does his hunger, soft butterfly-like kisses becoming ravenous as he begins to nip along your neck and collar bones, bruises slowly blooming across like spilled ink. 

Gasping beneath him at his ministrations, you’re powerless to stop him as he takes your body for himself, you feel completely ensnared by the man, like a fragile bird caught in the jaws of a snake. Yet, you can’t help but melt under the lavish attention, under the warm heat of his body. You hate being here, and you hate what he’s done to you so far, but it feels all too easy to give in to him, at least in this moment.  

Dabi takes his time with you that night, reveling in every inch of your body, removing clothing leisurely as if he has all the time in the world. Doing nothing to resist him, even when he slowly presses into you, humping into your tight heat like a man starved, you do nothing but moan and whimper and he coos at how sweetly you’re behaving for him, praise falling from his lips like prayers. Your gut churns in both white-hot pleasure and insurmountable guilt as you cry out for him and come hard around his cock. 

He follows through on your punishment as well, keeping you bound to that bed for several days, only undoing the cuffs when you need to use the bathroom, herding you to the dingy and small room, and standing right outside the door to ensure you don’t attempt another escape. 

Even for meals, he doesn’t remove them, instead insisting on feeding you every single bite himself, much to your chagrin. You feel irritated and humiliated, but you suppose that’s the intention. Your arms feel sore from being held in the same place for such an extended period of time and you try and lay in a way that relieves some of the tension. The worse though is when he’s gone for hours at a time, and you're left to do nothing but stare at the cracking wallpaper to pass the time. 

It gets to the point where you feel yourself perking up when you hear the front door creakily open and then slam shut behind him, his boots thudding down the hall as he approaches the room filling you with a renewed sense of vigor. You know you shouldn’t be feeling excited to see him, you know this is just another ploy to break you and make you feel reliant on him, but you can’t help how out of your mind bored these long stretches of solitude make you, desperate for any human contact. 

Eventually, after an episode where you broke down crying before another one of his outings, begging to not be left chained up alone, he relented and unfastened the metal cuffs. Your arms were so sore, and you hissed as you stretched your aching limbs. He sighs almost exasperatedly and takes your wrists wordlessly, heating up his hands as he massaged the painful muscle. You don’t speak either, sitting in silence in front of him as you try to cease your sniffling.

The quiet hangs over you heavily and you don’t know what to say. You don’t want to thank him for finally removing the cuffs, or even for what he’s doing now, but you also don’t want to piss him off again, so you say nothing. He doesn’t meet your gaze as he thumbs out the painful knots in your wrists, but you can see the hint of a stern frown etched into his face. 

Part of you wants to know what's on his mind, but you feel like asking him or requesting any information about himself would be crossing some sort of invisible line. He doesn’t ever offer you details about who he is, where he came from, or what he’s truly ever thinking. You know a lot about his crimes, his public attacks on various heroes, and even hero students. You’ve come to know at least some parts of his personality but you have no doubt there’s a lot he withholds. 

You don’t want to become invested in unraveling the enigma that is Dabi, you don’t want to care or to be curious about it. So you keep your lips pressed shut and the moment passes by and disappears like a morning fog. 

He still insists on keeping you locked in the bedroom when he’s out, but you accept this condition gladly at this point, happy to be out of the handcuffs. You find things to keep yourself entertained, you manage to convince him to haul the old box television from the living room to the bedroom, and he even brings you books on occasion. He’s gone frequently and sometimes for long extended time frames, and you find yourself reading the same books over and over again, flipping through every channel of the shabby TV. Dabi and the League are mentioned on the news at an increasing frequency these days, and you find yourself paying rapt attention, wondering what he was up to at that very moment. 

Another way you begin to keep yourself busy is by cleaning, the whole place could use a good cleaning, the mildew scent that permeants in the summer heat driving you crazy. This first starts when Dabi is home, and you have more roam of the place. You find whatever rags and cleaning equipment you can find, you suspect Dabi isn’t really big on cleaning himself, and one morning Dabi finds you mixing bleach and water together in the small kitchen. 

“Now what are you planning to do with that? I hope you know I can’t be poisoned that easily.” He speaks and you can hear the smirk in his voice without even turning to face him. 

“These floors are filthy, do you never mop in here? Or do you just not care how much dirt you track in on your boots? I was surprised I could even find a mop.” You would love to have some nice scented floor cleaner, but you can make do with this. 

Dabi scoffs and he leans against the nearest wall. “I don’t usually stay in places long enough to care about how clean it is. I bounce from place to place, and as long as I have a roof over my head I can give less of a shit about how much dirt is on the floors. I’ve kept this place as long as I have because I need a place to keep you.” 

This gives you pause, as you stop what you’re doing momentarily, still not turning to face him completely yet. You feel as if you learned a little bit more information about him, another small piece of the puzzle. 

Before you can reply, he speaks again, his tone lighter. “But it seems you’re becoming quite the little homemaker.” He comes up behind you and pinches your cheek in a teasing way. “How nice for me.” 

Your face heats up and you feel a blush crawling up your neck at his words. You turn to face him, frowning deeply.

“I am not- I’m only doing this because I hate living in filth. And because it gives me something to do.” You protest, trying not to stutter over your words and hoping there’s no noticeable redness to your cheeks. 

If there is, he doesn’t speak on it, instead wrapping his arms around your waist, his lips brushing against your ear. It’s obvious what sort of mood he was in right now, his hand beginning to tease underneath your shirt. You resist the urge to push him away, you really wanted to mop damn it, but you know that doing so would only rile him up more. You’ve come to realize it’s almost as if he has some sort of prey drive, like a hound chasing a hare, running or resisting was exhilarating to him, and filled him with the intense need to put you in your place.

So instead you speak again, tentatively. “But, if you could…do you think you could get me some things?” You were hesitant to ask, but you really could only do so much with bleach, some old rags, and a mop and broom that have both seen better days. 

His breath and hot against your neck as he still leans in close to you. “Hm?” 

Taking this as a sign that he’s at least somewhat paying attention, you continue. “Maybe some floor cleaner, and some dish detergent, and I know the windows are mostly covered but some window cleaner would be useful.” 

He pauses for a second but doesn’t pull away, as if considering your request. A long silent moment stretches between you before he speaks again. “...Anything else?” 

You’re surprised by how willing he seems to listen to you and your words stumble out past your lips as you go on. “Yes um, some stuff to clean the bathroom would be nice, and maybe some groceries and ingredients too if possible..” You think it would be nice to be able to make some actual meals, you were getting tired of the canned goods and cold carryout Dabi was giving you. 

He pauses for another moment, thinking, before responding in an indifferent tone. “I’ll see what I can do.” You know it’s not a yes but just the possibility gets you excited and you find yourself smiling in a way you haven’t in weeks. Dabi looks at your expression almost strangely before speaking again. “But you’ll have to make a list of the ingredients you want, and no fish.” He adds on that last bit harshly. You tilt your head in confusion at the stipulation.

“No fish? why?” You inquire, and he huffs and rolls his eyes.

“I hate it, it’ll make me sick to my stomach.” He says in a simple tone. You suppose you could work with that, plenty of meals that aren’t fish based. You stow away your newfound tidbit of information on him in the back of your head, another detail about him. 

Surprisingly, he does end up getting you several of the things you requested, though you suspect he probably stole them. You get to work cleaning the place, and you begin to cook actual meals. Dabi eats them with no complaint, no comment really, but he eats more than you’ve ever seen him before and you vaguely wonder when the last time he had a proper home-cooked meal was. 

 Eventually, after weeks of no more escape attempts, he lets you out of the bedroom full-time. He makes sure there’s no easy way for you to escape, the door is locked every second of the day, but you get free rein again. 

It’s much easier now to find things to do when he’s gone, now that you’re not locked in that room constantly. He never tells you what he does or where he’s been when returns, but sometimes he comes in covered in filth and ash, and even on one occasion in blood. Sometimes he walks in as if he’s hiding an injury, not that you think he would tell you if he was. If you’ve cooked while he was gone, he always goes to the kitchen first and helps himself to the meal. 

It’s easy to fall into a routine until one day he comes in, showing more obvious signs of injury, and without even locking the door behind him, he struts over to where you are in the kitchen. You were in the middle of cooking, but the food was almost done, and you stop what you’re doing to face him. Before you can even speak, he grips you by the arm tightly. 

“I need you to stay in the bedroom for the rest of the night.” His voice is firm and serious, and you’re surprised by his words.

“Are you serious? Could you tell me why? I’m not even finish-” He cuts off your protests quickly, not giving you room to argue with him.

“, look I don’t have time to explain it right now, just trust me on this and get to the bedroom.” He seems exasperated, and now closer up you can see he’s irritated some of the scars on his face, the skin looking more agitated and red than usual, a staple pulled partially loose, some blood running down from it. What ‌was going on?

“Right now?” You ask incredulously. He pulls you away from the stove, turning off the burner as he drags you partially towards the hall. 

“Yes, right now, ‌it. Just listen to me on this, and don’t come out of the room ‘til I say so.”

You let him lead you to the room as he slams the bedroom door shut, leaving you alone in there. He doesn’t lock the door though, which you’re grateful for, even if it was due to short-sightedness on his part. You hear him walk heavily back to the front door, as you strain your ear against the wood to listen. 

The front door opens with a loud creak and you hear other voices enter the apartment. A high-pitched feminine voice speaks up excitedly.

“Woah Dabi, this place isn’t that bad at all! Do I smell something cooking?”

 who is this? 

You can’t help but wonder who Dabi would have let inside. 

A different voice, a masculine one that’s rough and flat cuts through the chatter. “It’s suitable for tonight I suppose.” This person sounds largely unimpressed. Quietly, you turn the knob and open the door just a crack, slowly enough to not draw attention to yourself as you peek out. 

Your heart lurches in your chest when you see the League of Villains gathered in the living room. You’ve seen enough of them in the news to recognize them, and you know most of their names from that alone. Dabi never talks about the League with you, never even mentions them, and you’ve been more than okay with that.  

 The expression on Dabi’s face seems irritated and you notice it seems the rest of the League seemed to have varying degrees of injuries themselves. What had they gotten into before Dabi brought them here? It must have been something major for him to bring them in.

“It is just for tonight, don’t be getting too cozy,” Dabi says in an irritated tone, and even though you can’t see him as well from your current spot, you just knew he was rolling his eyes. You could see where the leader of the League, easily recognizing him from the hand on his face, was sprawled on the couch, his feet kicked up. The blonde teenager, Toga you believe, leaned over the side of the couch as she continue to speak in a light tone. 

“Awww don’t be like that Dabi! It’s not our fault our base got found out again, besides we have to watch out for each other!”  She seemed awfully perky and chipper for a villain, if you didn’t know better, you could have thought she was just an average high schooler. 

The other members of the league look for places to sit comfortably while Toga speaks, unfortunately for them, the house is sparse when it comes to seating. 

You decide maybe it is best to stay hidden in the bedroom for the night, and hopefully, they’ll be all gone in the morning. As you turn to back away though, the floorboards beneath your feet creak loudly. All eyes shoot toward your direction, and silence falls over the group. 

“Dabi, do you have someone else here?” Shigaraki’s voice takes on a more menacing tone as he moves to stand. You feel your stomach drop and the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention. You just hope you can’t be seen from where you stand behind the cracked door.

“Fucking Christ.” Dabi pinches the bridge of his nose as he swears, sounding more irked than before. The rest of the League stands ready as if preparing to fight, the atmosphere tense. Dabi sighs again as he continues. “You might as well come out.” 

At his words, you hesitate for a minute before slowly pushing the door open and peeking your head out nervously. The rest of the League seem to start when they see you, and Dabi does a beckoning motion with his hand. You step out of the room slowly and amble your way to him. 

Feeling multiple sets of wary, mistrusting eyes on you, you avert your gaze as you come to stand behind Dabi, your hands coming to cling to his arm. You hope at the very least he wouldn’t let the others harm you. 

Shigaraki is the first to speak, his red eyes narrowing at you behind the hand covering his face. “Dabi, who the hell is this? His voice is harsh and biting and you flinched in response. 

Before he can respond, Toga speaks up, her voice excited and loud. “Aww, they’re so cute! Where have you been keeping them this whole time?” She cranes her neck around Dabi to try to get a better look at you, a wide smile on her face. She seems so upbeat, but she carries herself with a hint of danger. 

Dabi gives them your name, grumbling and still annoyed, while you choose to remain quiet. You feel incredibly nervous as you tried to keep your trembling to a minimum. You haven’t felt this much fear since Dabi first sought you out. Although you still were terrified of him, over the course of your captivity, you’ve acclimated and become accustomed to his constant presence. You haven’t even realized how used to him you’ve become until now, in the presence of other villains and feeling that old terror reignite in you. 

Toga still tries to lean in close to you, despite Dabi blocking most of you from view. “I’m Himiko Toga! Are you the one who was cooking in the kitchen?” 

You hesitate, looking up at Dabi’s face before nodding quietly at Toga’s question. “It’s chicken and steamed vegetables.” Your voice is small and quiet, and Toga squees at how cute you sound when speaking.

“So while we’ve been moving from place to place, virtually homeless, you’ve been playing house here with some random civilian.” Shigaraki’s sharp gaze is turned to Dabi now as he speaks. “I understand now why you’ve seemed so distracted these past several months.” His tone is harsh, but at the very least he’s not looking towards you anymore. 

Dabi’s frown deepens considerably, and he replies in a biting tone. “I haven’t been distracted, I’ve stayed on top of my goals and the leagues, and don’t forget I saved your asses today. What I do in my free time is none of your business.”

Shigaraki scoffs, but he backs off somewhat. “Saying you saved our asses is a stretch, but it doesn’t matter. Are they going to be a liability?” Shigaraki’s intense gaze turns back to you and you shrink into yourself under the scrutiny. It feels strange being the topic of discussion, but not being addressed directly. If the circumstances were different, you might have even had a sarcastic quip to say out of annoyance. 

Dabi glowers in response, his eyebrows knitting together. “They haven’t been a liability yet, have they? Don’t worry about it.” 

Sighing and seeming to give it up, Shigaraki settles back down on the couch, a pale hand going to scratch at his neck. “Fine, as long they don’t become one. I don’t care about your personal business, as long as it doesn’t start to affect the League.” 

“So this is why you were so resistant to letting us rest here? I suppose I understand now, you didn’t want us to disrupt your little love nest.”  It’s the villain wearing a balaclava and a yellow coat who speaks this time, though his tone is lighter and jovial. He feels less threatening than Shigaraki, seeming more accepting of your presence here.

“Don’t ever call my apartment a love nest again.” Dabi curls his lip and wrinkles his nose as he replies. 

Toga leans in closer, fully intending to get into your personal space. “I can smell your scent all over them though.” She has a near-maniacal grin as she states her observation. “I think it's cute! How did someone like Dabi manage to snag someone as pretty as you?” 

Dabi bristles at the subtle jab and mumbles something about Toga being a brat. You find the witty remark coming out of your mouth before you can stop it. “Handcuffs and sleeping pills, actually.” 

She laughs at your reply before seeing your deadpan expression, and how Dabi’s face contorted. “Oh my god, you’re not joking.” You suppose it’s no surprise when her smile grows even more so. “I didn’t think you’d have it in you for something like that!” She faces Dabi now, her voice still excited. “How romantic!” She squeals, and for the first time, Dabi’s face looks something close to actual discomfort. 

Shigaraki barks out a rough laugh, surprising you, and seemingly everyone else. “Are you telling me, that you were so desperate for pussy you kidnapped this poor individual? Oh, this is hilarious.” Dabi seems even more uncomfortable and now even irritated as Shigaraki laughs at his expense. You would feel bad for putting him on the spot like this, but you feel as if it's at least partially what he deserves for kidnapping you in the first place. 

The league as a whole seems to be a mixture of amused, excited, and uncomfortable at this moment. “That seems a little fucked up. Do whatever you want!” The villain wearing a black mask speaks up, in two completely different tones but no one pays him much mind. The lizard looking villain, spinner you think, remains silent but he seems the most uncomfortable at this revelation. 

“That’s not why you freak, also mind your own business. My reasons for keeping them here doesn’t concern any of you.” His voice is tight, his expression is brooding. He turns to face you, his eyes burning holes into your own. “I think it’s time you head back to the bedroom for the night.” You decide this is not something worth arguing about, quite frankly you want to get away from everyone as soon as possible. You nod your head compliantly and turn towards the room. You don’t look behind you as you shut the door but you can hear the continued mumbles of conversation. 

A few hours pass until Dabi joins you, staying out there with the League discussing who knows what. You consider eavesdropping again but decide you rather not know. You just hope Dabi isn’t upset with you when he comes to bed. You’re laying in bed, huddled under the covers, when you hear the bedroom door click, and Dabi steps inside.

He kicks his boots off and removes his coat as he walks to the bed. “Fuck, they’re annoying, I really can’t stand them. Thankfully the boss has another hideout lined up and they’ll be gone by morning.” He sits on the edge of the bed with a pained hiss. 

“Are you hurt?” It’s a stupid question you already know the answer to, you saw how beat up everyone looked, but you ask it anyways. 

“Mhm.” All you get in response is a hum that you take as a yes. Dabi doesn’t say anything else for a while and a long silence overtakes the room. He continues to sit on the edge of the bed, away from you. Usually when he’s around he’s all over you, you never seem to get a break from physical contact with him when he’s home. Today though he’s been off, as if something is on his mind. After a minute he speaks again. 

“When did you first get your quirk?” His voice is quieter than usual as he asks. This was not the question you were expecting. 

You pause, thinking before you answer. “I’m honestly not sure. My quirk isn’t anything flashy, and it’s not like people hold toddlers over open flames. I realized what my quirk was when I was about eight and I accidentally touched a hot stove.” You shrug as you speak, recounting how you found out about your flame and heat resistance to him. 

“So you’ve never even experienced a burn before.” It’s not a question but you shake your head no in response regardless. He falls back against the mattress and groans out a deep sound of irritation. 

He throws an arm over his face and doesn’t look at you. “It’s not fair.” His voice is barely above a whisper and you have the feeling he’s talking more to himself in this moment. “You’re not powerful, you’re not anyone of any significance, you can’t wield flames or any actually dangerous quirk.” He sucks in a shaky breath and you decide this is the time to remain quiet. “So why is it you have the one thing I don’t?” He pauses for a moment as if trying to find the words. “The one thing I was made for I can’t even do right.”

His fist clenches in a mixture of frustration and anger. “I can’t use my quirk without burning myself, I’m a failure, just like he said.” You so desperately want to know who he’s referring to but you don’t ask. This is the most open or emotional you’ve seen Dabi, and you feel as if you speak now the moment will dissipate. Instead, you make a mental note of what he says, adding more to your ever-growing list of things you know about the scarred villain. You knew he burns himself with his quirk, you suspected as much from the burns covering his body. It didn’t fully hit you until now though that this was the crux of his seemingly obsessive interest in your quirk. Why he never was able to let you go after that first meeting. 

He turns to face you now, addressing you directly. “So why do you get to be resistant to my flames? I don’t get that luxury.” Dabi looks to you as if he expecting some sort of response. You instinctively want to spew something about how that’s just the complicated way quirks work, how genetics are a complete toss-up. You know though that’s probably not an answer that’ll help. Pausing for a moment, you consider your next words carefully.

“These are just the cards we’re dealt in life. We can’t do anything to change the quirks or circumstances we're born into, sometimes you just have to roll with it and deal with it the best you can. In the end, I think the limitations or abilities of someone's quirk has little to do with what they’re fully capable of.” 

Dabi looks at the ceiling, his lips pursed in a tight line as he considers your words. He looks as if he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. Back to his emotionally closed-off self. You find yourself scooting over across the bed, bridging the gap between you two as you press yourself into his side.  He frowns as he speaks again. “I don’t need your pity.” He says, his voice still quiet. 

“I know, and I’m not offering it.”  You don’t pity him, and you know he doesn’t deserve it after all he’s done. Yet, you still felt the urge to extend comfort to him, for the first time offering a closeness that he isn’t taking by force. He simply nods and allows you to lean into his side, feeling your soft skin against his own. 

Within a few hours, you’re asleep but Dabi can’t help but lay awake. He considers your words, your quirk still vexes him. Everything about you vexes him. He realizes how deeply your quirk gnaws at him, beyond the initial irritation at simply being stood up against. Kidnapping you, holding you here against your will was the only option. You were constantly plaguing his mind, to the point where he worried about his own ambitions and goals being impeded. 

This way, however, knowing you were under his control, that you were waiting for him when he got home, quieted the thoughts. It allowed him to focus on what was really important, it soothed his steadfast obsession with you, at least momentarily. The only other way he could have stopped these suffocating thoughts would have been to kill you outright.

As he looks at your sleeping form, he realizes just how much he doesn’t want that. You’ve become something precious to him, in his own sick twisted way, he needed you. He would rather kill you though than have you live without him, out of his grasp. He brushed a hand sweetly across your cheek as you slept peacefully next to the murderous villain. You were truly never getting away from him, not with your own life. 

The next day, the League was gone, having moved to the next base they had set up. Life became routine again, you settled back into the life you had become accustomed to with Dabi. If you could forget how you ended up here, you would almost say it was peaceful. Something with Dabi had shifted as well. He was still very physically intimate towards you, but something had changed. It wasn’t just sex, or physical touches that led to sex, he held you more. He would reach out and brush your hair out of your face, he would pull you down to the couch to simply cuddle with you.

 He kissed you one day, not in the angry and possessive ways he had before, but full of emotion you couldn’t describe. His lips moved against yours passionately and when he pulled away, breathing heavily, he held you closer before kissing you again, and again, showering you in them. He became tender in a way you would never have expected from him, and you didn’t understand. 

Of course, though, there came the day when this peacefulness you’ve settled into changed. You were at the end of the day, a caged bird forced to live in closer quarters with a predator that could devour you whole. 

There was some sort of emergency and the League needed him, as soon as possible. He got off the phone with a yelling Shigaraki, and pulled his boots and coat on in a rush, barely even taking the time to explain he was leaving for a while before heading out the front door in a haste. 

You stood in the kitchen, cleaning, and waiting for the familiar boom of the door slamming shut after him and the click of the lock as he left. 

Slam 

You waited, for it but no click. Did you mishear? No, you always hear the slide of the lock when he leaves. He wouldn’t have forgotten to lock the door, he never does. He wouldn’t be tricking you again, not after the time that’s passed. You can no longer focus on what you were doing, the possibility of the door being unlocked eats at your mind. 

After what seemed like ages of standing in the kitchen, staring into space, you walk towards the front room with a twisting feeling in your gut. You stare at the front door for another five minutes, before you get the courage to reach for the knot with a shaking hand. You’re breathing heavily now, stomach doing flips. The doorknob turns easily, obviously not locked, and taking one last shaky breath, you pull the door open slowly. You fully expect to see Dabi standing there, waiting to punish you again for having failed another test but no one is there.

All that stands in front of you is freedom. 

A/N: thank u for reading <333 be sure to tell me what you think

[ramp-it-up]

The Representative

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: Around 600

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. , Organized crime, veiled threats, Bucky’s knife, reader gets the best of Bucky physically, possibly subby Mob! Bucky.

A/N: This is a teaser drabble based on this ask. This is in the same AU as Try a Little Tenderness.

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He was attractive, dark hair and slate blue eyes. And he had a very compelling argument. If you were a weaker woman, you would have assented and signed the contract. But you weren’t stupid. An binding seven year contract for your produce? And you could supply no other entities?

Ridiculous.

You tried to tell him so, very politely as you stood up and walked around your desk.

“Mr. Barnes, I don’t want to appear rude. Your offer, though eloquently presented, is just not a good fit for Three Rivers Produce.”

You leaned on your desk in front of him and his eyes slid up your firm from your Manolos to your grey pinstripe pencil skirt to your immaculate white silk blouse.

Bucky took in the little things, the flex of your thighs as you pressed them together beneath the fabric of your skirt, the swell of your breasts under the fine material of your blouse, the curve of your neck, those lips, those eyes. Your scent. He was lost.

Yet when he smiled at you, you were unaffected. He quirked his eyebrow as you continued.

“We are a small, but growing produce company in the tri-state area with cooperating agreements with local growers and small restaurants and stores. I won’t cut off a source of livelihood for the farms and fresh, good food for our customers. Although your proposal cuts costs, it also cuts corners, which is not acceptable.”

You stared at James Barnes, and he stared back at you. There was electricity zapping back and forth between you that you wouldn’t acknowledge.

“I am very busy, so I hope you understand that I need to end this meeting.”

Bucky admired your resolve and when he saw that you wouldn’t waver, he stood and reached into his pocket.

You stood up and showed him the door.

“This way.”

No matter how fine you were, you dismissing him would not do. Bucky needed you to agree to this contract. He decided to apply real pressure.

When you turned back to him, Bucky had an intricately carved knife out, cleaning his immaculate fingernails.

“You don’t want to turn down this offer, Doll. My partners would not be pleased.”

You narrowed your eyes.

“I could not care less about your partners, Mr. Barnes. And I am not a doll. I am a full grown woman. Get out of my office before I use that knife on you.”

Bucky’s pulse quickened at your words, but he smirked arrogantly and held the knife out to you.

“Try it, Doll.”

Before he knew it, Bucky was up against the wall with your forearm against his windpipe and his knife jammed into the drywall next to his head. You two stared at each other for a split second, both turned on beyond belief.

You stepped back from him, smoothed your skirt, and indicated the open door as you walked back to your desk where you kept your gun.

“Now get out.”

Barnes smiled and stared at you after he extracted his knife. He might have just fallen in love.

“This isn’t over, Ms. Y/LN. Expect another visit. It was a pleasure to meet you.”

“Then the pleasure was all yours.”

Your bored tone did not reveal the way your heart was racing.

“And the only thing I expect from you is payment to repair my wall, Mr. Barnes.”

You looked down at the inventory spreadsheet on your laptop and dismissed him again.

“Good day.”

You didn’t spare him another glance as he made to leave.

Bucky’s grin became wider as he exited your office, down the stairs and outside.

Once in the car he took a minute to collect himself and then dialed Steve.

“Just as we thought. Everything we heard is true. She will be a tough nut to crack, but I will seal the deal. And I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy doing so.”

Read the next part: Queen of Heaven

[kittyandco]

i actually have no idea what to do right now [more info and an insight into how i've been feeling lately under the cut].

i've been trying to find a job for almost 10 months. i'm tired of this. i'm tired of slogging through applications and unfair job descriptions, changing my resume for the 50th time (or not and just mass applying), writing new cover letters (or not and just using the same one), researching companies to prepare for interviews for hours at a time, scrutinizing my every move and breath because i know that they're already doing it and it still isn't good enough. i'm almost 250 applications deep. many interviews that never amount to anything. it feels like i'm running out of jobs to even apply for. [trying to move beyond retail but even those are hit-or-miss] thinking about job applications and employment is basically a compulsion at this point and i WISH i could get it out of my head.

i am bored beyond belief. i hate how much time i've had to fill with just scrolling my dash or my youtube home feed when it's the same stuff on it over and over and over and not even deciding on anything to read/watch. how much time i've spend just... laying there. there have been times where it's just so hard to take care of myself, where i don't have much of anything motivating me.

my life has amounted to absolutely nothing (i know that isn't TRUE but it feels like it right now); i won't even reach any semblance of independence that i so desperately need anytime soon. i thought i could. i really thought i could succeed. i can't seem to move forward in any way at all. my two options are standing still or moving backwards. idk what to do. i've tried everything i can think of

it's gotten to the point where i'm either angry, sad, uncomfortable, or guilty all the time and i hate it so much. the only time i don't feel that way is when i'm working on my personal projects, reading, or hanging out with my friends. that can only take me so far, too. because sometimes, especially with the reading and personal projects, it feels like an obligation to get my mind off stuff, rather than what i want to do. i just feel trapped in a small, small world.

i've just gone nonverbal for the past few hours. i can't even look my parent (the one who isn't constantly criticizing literally everything i do on top of everything going on and knowing how i've been feeling) in the face and say hello. i try. very hard. to not seem hopeless. but this happens a lot. i'm so irritated i just want to be ALONE for ONCE. i don't want to answer to anyone. i'm ready to just get away. i'm just so beaten down

i have editing and extensive writing experience so i've been thinking about opening paid requests to edit essays or other types of writing, or even fic commissions, but i know that it isn't even going to go anywhere. all anyone cares about is art anyway and i stopped posting my writing here long ago because of that. so i probably won't even bother

please don't comment with advice or questions about job applications or anything of the sort. no "something will come along" please... it's just so painful to hear now. when i say i've heard it all, TRUST ME. i do not want to hear it.

anyway i just wanted to get this out where others could see it but not in a one-on-one conversation, and not in the private pages of my journal. my journal is full of stuff just like this, and it makes me feel worse just continuing to fill it with spiraling of the same same same same same same because nothing ever changes for me

and finally, if one of you is going through the same thing, take solace. you aren't alone. you are loved despite how you feel

[gay-dorito-dust]

due to some Enid and Wednesday art I was spurred into watching it and if you're accepting requests (I got really excited seeing you write for it and didn't scroll down too far) could you write something where Enid meets an introverted new girl and they're just smitten with her immediately?

if someone like her came up to me and wanted to be friends I'd just. follow her sunshine to the end of the rainbow man. gay arrow to the heart. also fluffy werewolf gf is such bonus

The moment you stepped foot on school grounds, you were physically sickened with anxiety and dread, your throat closed in on itself as your stomach decided to loose all forms of appetite. You didn’t want to be here but through threats and force, your parents made you attend Nevermore in hopes of gaining a tolerable level of control over your powers that had only became a problem in recent memory. That was what they wanted you to believe but you knew about their ulterior motive of riding you from the house you cooped yourself in and actively engage with others of your age and situation.

You awkwardly stood at the entrance hall like a sitting duck, waiting to be shot, looking about the grand room that smelt as old as it looked as you waited for your poor unfortunate tour guide to arrive. Throughout the duration of your wait, You must’ve been either bored beyond belief or lost within the chaos of your mind because by the time you stopped counting the individual specs of dust that coated the picture frames along the the walls; A pretty blonde girl with the tips dyed in a kaleidoscope of colours and prettily painted nails was stood before you with a beaming smile.

How and when she had gotten there, you weren’t sure but you weren’t exactly against the idea of a really pretty blonde girl with an equally as pretty smile showing you around school. It certainly beats be lead by a pervert or someone with a penchant for passive aggressive comments in your books, so who were you to complain? “Hi!” She chirped and you immediately felt the cold crushing grip of anxiety ease up at the sound of her warm, serene voice as the tension in your shoulder muscles fell back into a relaxed state. “Hi…” you trailed off, not use to being a conversation starter nor continue one long enough for people to develop in getting to know you more.

You preferred to follow then lead…also you had a definitive weakness for extremely pretty girls. “I’m Enid Sinclair and if what principle Weems tells me is right, then you must be y/n.” It was obvious that Enid has a talent for having to talk for a multitude of people who don’t want to exhaust themselves in idle conversation or have no capacity to speak whatsoever. Which was a bonus for you, seeing as social interactions were never your strong suit, however Enid didn’t seem to be the most observant of a person’s character; You on the other hand had a knack for keen observation which meant that your style of approach subconsciously adjust itself when within proximity of certain people of certain caricatures.

“I am y/n, that is she- I mean me.” Your little awkward slip up made Enid smile and you swore you felt reality as you know it take a step back to observe her beautiful, beautiful smile. ‘God how much more enteral could this girl get.’ You wondered internally as she fell in pace with you whilst giving her tour of the school that you were barely paying any attention towards because firstly, how could you when someone as pretty as her was walking so closely to you and smelling that good? It made no logical sense! You believed at one point that your mind was playing cruel tricks on you becuase whenever you attempted to give yourself a little space from Enid; Only for the girl to move just a little closer to you that the fabric of your purple striped blazers were rubbing up on one another.

You even had to check you pulse at one point to make sure you hadn’t accidentally died and gone to heaven. “Oh I forgot to show you the coolest part of Nevermore!” Your breath caught in your throat as Enid grabs ahold of your arm and redirects you down the hallway past several ongoing classes; past the quad where some students were huddled together, actively skipping their least favoured lessons to let themselves loose. “Hey Enid! Hey new kid!” One of them called, a boy of quite moderate height, a nice smile and a beanie that rests atop of his head. “Hey Ajax!” Enid called back cheerfully, her grip on your arm tightened as she pulled you closer to her side which only proved in making your brain short circuit at the contact. “This is y/n, I’m just showing them them around school!”

“Hey there.” You awkwardly waved at the boy who waved backed vigorously. You had to admit, while Ajax may lack social awareness skills, he was certainly making his way up on your short list of people to go to should you ever feel lost amidst the chaos that you were soon recognising this school to be. “Well have fun you two and don’t run headfirst to the lake fully clothed. Take it from me, it’s super cold dude.” Ajax advised but before you could ask where that penitent fact came from, Enid began to drag you away once more. “He’s high.” She whispered in your ear, her warm breath brushing against your skin, causing your breath to stifle at the closeness, “they all are, actually.” She adds as she looked back at the quad as it began shying away into the background.

“Ajax seems nice.” You offhandedly mentioned. I know right!” Enid squeals excitedly, “sooo nice in comparison to my dorm mate, she’s a real ‘wow is me’ type.” The blonde must’ve seen your apprehensive stance and grimaced, “as bad as I make her out to be, she’s really cool and I think you’d both will get along just fine.” Enid attempts to rectify your view on Wednesday, already having caught on the fact that you weren’t going to be keen towards certain people at Nevermore. She could tell that you’d warm up to the likes of her and Ajax overtime which meant that you’d get along well enough with Xavier, however his popularity might be a drawback for you; Wednesday on the other hand, in Enid’s opinion, was the perfect for someone like you.

“Why? Is it because we both come across as unapproachable or too uninteresting to get to know on a deeper level?” You scoffed, “Yeah sure, we’ll get along just fine.” You added sarcastically as you looked away from Enid to hide the hurt in your eyes at the insinuation that the prettiest and most kindest girl you’ve ever met was throwing you away, to becoming someone else’s problem. You should’ve known that you could never trust a pretty face, no matter how kindly they acted; for it will always be a farce. Enid pulled herself away from your side and moved in front of you, putting her hands on your shoulders as her hurt expression mimicked your own.

“I didn’t mean it like that y/n. It’s just that you and Wednesday share similar qualities that I thought you’d be better off being better friends with someone who understands you rather then someone like me…” the blonde trails off, saddened that you couldn’t help but feel the urge to comfort her, you hated being the reason she frowned and you’d found yourself wanting to make her smile that bright smile again, anything. “If it’s of any value to you but as far as I’m aware, we already get along quite well…don’t you think?” You smiled softly at her, resting your hands against Enid’s shoulders, rubbing them comfortingly as you watched the emotions in her eyes shift from upset, confusion, then realisation, and finally happy.

“You really think we could work?” She asked as a smile crept up unexpectedly upon her lips that you had to snap yourself out of staring at them for longer then a friend should. “Oh most definitely,” You hummed in agreement and at that, Enid squealed happily before roping you into a crushing hug, her cutesy giggles purposely finding their home right in your ears as you stiffly moved your arms across her waist. “I’m so happy right now y/n, you have no idea!” She cried, tightening her grasp on your blazer as you rest your heads against the others shoulder. “If it’s anything akin to how I’m feeling right now, then I think I might have some idea.” You replied, a smile growing on your face as you stayed in each other’s embrace; You might actually get use to Nevermore.