#House of Cards Imagine

[angelxarii]

─── ⋆⋅☆ ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕆𝕗 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤

Tw: slightly noncon, manipulation, possessive behavior, toxic, control, power dynamic, drinking, forced alcohol consumption, read at your own risk

🂾 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 • sae itoshi

“If I can’t have you, no one can” 

Sae itoshi always gets what he wants. He always has. He picks his lovers similar to how he picks his suits; expensive, eye catching, and easily disposable. 

You caught his eye one day and since that day, you’ve been trapped. When he first saw you, he knew he had to have you because if you could catch the attention of the sae itoshi, then you’ve probably caught the attention of many other men. 

And to sae, that was a challenge. He had to have you. He had to have a girl wrapped around his arm that everyone would stop and stare at. 

But in the end, that’s all you were to him. A possession, an object. Maybe even a decoration piece for him. 

He didn’t love you, no no, that was beyond his understanding. Love?? Who were you kidding. He was drawn to you like a king is drawn to gold and many shiny things. 

He said he loved you. He would hold you close to him, he would kiss you in the most random times and places, he bought you whatever you wanted, treated you like a queen, fucked you with unexplainable desire. So what was wrong? I mean anyone who saw you guys would think you're both the ideal couple, right? 

Wrong. 

He didn’t love you because he owned you but owning something doesn’t mean you’ll love it. He held you close so you couldn’t leave. He kissed you so the only taste on your lips was his. He bought you gifts so you would always be indebted to him. He fucked you so you’ll never forget the shape of his cock; even if you left, his traces would still linger inside of you. 

If it weren’t for the fact that he has a career that demands his attention 24/7, he would’ve gotten you pregnant by now. 

But all that faded into nothing when you told him it was over. 

He was on the couch, unmoving. Why? he asked himself. 

You had the nerve to leave him when he made you feel nothing but happiness and pleasure? 

You didn’t answer him when he told you that you’re being dramatic and whatever is bothering you can be talked about. 

You just grabbed your things from his apartment and left. 

Maybe you just needed a break, right? Sae has done so much for you, there's no way you could actually leave him. Or so he thought until he saw you outside a cafe, your hand holding onto some random guy’s shoulder while you laughed. 

You were no longer sae’s possession, meaning other guys could gawk at you, hit on you, hell even ask you out. 

Not for Sae though. You were his. You ARE his and you always will be his. No matter how many times you choose to run away and tell him it’s over. 

You think he was just going to let you break up with him so you could talk to other guys. Yeah no. 

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After your little ‘date’, you arrived home. It was chilly outside, probably because it was gonna start raining soon. 

You were giggling and smiling the whole way home and while taking off your shoes until a cold chill ran down your spine. Turning around to find Sae leaning back on your couch, swishing around a glass of whiskey. He was looking at the tv in front of him that wasn’t playing but he had definitely heard you enter. 

You rushed up to him, standing in front of him seething in disbelief. 

“What. the. Fuck, sae!” you shouted, eyes wide open in rage. The audacity of this man to break into your house, relax on the couch while drinking as if he’s in his own home. 

“Hello to you too, yn” 

“Don’t fucking hello me!? Get out” you scowled, pointing at the door. He smirked, grabbing your arm and pulling you onto his lap. Wrapping that same hand around your waist and pulling you close enough to feel the heat of his body. 

Your chest pressed against his. You couldn’t look more furious and he seemed just as amused, like he was having the time of his life. 

“For one, stop yelling, it’s late” 

“How about, for one, we start by you getting the fuck out of my house” you said more quietly this time but with still the same amount of rasp in your voice. 

He sighed, taking a sip of his, your drink. 

“Baby, i thought i told you we could talk about whatever was bothering you enough to make you leave but you decide to go out with other men not even a few days after leaving me.” 

“Sae, i’m not your goddamn girlfriend anymore, i can do whatever the hell i want and see whoever the hell i want. But none of that gives you the right to break into my apartment!” 

“See, this is where we see things differently. You’re still my girlfriend, whether you like it or not”

“I'm not your posses-”

“Shh, i’m not done. The old you would jump on my dick any chance you got but you spend less than a week without me and now you’re all different. You think just because we aren’t ‘dating’ anymore, you can do whatever you please, huh!?” he grits his teeth, narrowing his eyes on you. The look on your face is everything he’s been dying to see. Scared, shaken, even speechless. 

He breaths out, cupping the side of your face with one hand, caressing your cheek with his thumb

“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you.” lies. 

Your lip trembled as you tried getting off his lap, but his hand was faster, wrapping itself around you to keep you in closer. 

“Please.. Leave” your voice broke hoping sae might take pity on you and leave but it had quite the opposite effect.

“You aren’t in your right mind, baby. Did that guy say something weird to you? You’re not like this at all. We both know i'm the best option for you, right?” he gently cooed, tucking a hand under the hem of your shirt.

“No can treat you like i do, yn. Nobody knows you like me. I’m all you need, remember? And nobody can fuck you as good as i do, i’m the only one who knows how to make my girl feel good and make her cum, isn’t that right?” he kissed your cheek, whispering so softly and gently against your skin. You sniffled, nodding. 

He brought the whiskey glass to your lips. You stared at him with doe eyes, not wanting to drink the alcohol. He raised an eyebrow, removing his hand from your waist and grabbing a handful of your hair to pull your head back. 

You couldn’t even voice the pain or shock that coursed through your body because your mouth was filled with the bitter taste of whiskey. 

Every last drop went in your mouth, having no choice but to either choke on it or drink it. Choosing the safer option, you let it flow down your throat, shutting your eyes as some stray tears fell from the corners and into your hair. 

He let you go, setting the glass on the table.

“More?” he asked as if he didn’t just force it down your throat. You shook your head no. 

“I'm.. tired, sae” you mumbled, praying that he will let you go. He smirked, gripping your jaw, his fingers dug into your cheeks coercing your lips into a pout. 

“Sleep all you want but i’m not leaving until i’m done reminding you who you belong to” he leaned in, whispering against your ear, you placed your hands on his chest, trying to push back but like always, it was no use. 

His lips trailed down from your ear, to your jaw. His hand still holding your face with that punishing strength. You tried shaking your head, tears welled up in your eyes but his lips were already on yours, licking and biting. Leaving them all red and swollen. 

“Let me go, please, please let me go” you begged the second he let go of your face. Not missing the glint of amusement in his eyes. 

“Stop fighting it, i know you want it.” he mumbled, unbuttoning his shirt. Gently placing you on the couch and pinning your hands beside your head.

“Right? You want it, right?” he asked, coaxing you into nodding an uncertain yes. He gave you a small smile, wiping your tears away. He took off your shirt and let you take off your pants and underwear. 

He took your hands and placed them on his belt, indirectly asking your to pull out his cock. Which you did. 

Running 2 fingers along your pussy to gather up all your slick and shoving them inside of you making you gasp and grip his shoulders. 

He scissored you open, gently massaging your inside, doing the things that he knows made you squirm and moan. 

He leaned down, tilting your face up so he could capture your lips with his. Grabbing hold of your untouched tits. Tightly squeezing them while lining his cock up with your entrance. All your pleas and moans were swallowed up by Sae who thrusted so deep inside of you, you swore you saw stars. 

Tears rolled down your face while sae fucked your brains out. Even you couldn’t tell if they were tears of pleasure or tears of pain. 

The red head male kissed your eyes, shushing you and telling you everything is okay. 

“Shh, quiet baby, quiet, it’s alright. Nothing to cry about, yeah? It's okay” his words were comforting but his actions weren’t. He grabbed your hips, blunt nails digging into your skin while yours dug into his back, leaving red scratches. 

“Fuck, your pussy feels amazing. So fucking wet and warm” he mumbled against your neck, thrusting deeper with every word. 

You cried his name out as you covered his fat cock with your cum. Soon after pulling an orgasm out of him as well. He couldn’t be bothered to pull out, emptying his load inside of you and painting your pink walls, white. 

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He showered you and dried you up. You were half asleep sitting in front of your vanity while he blow dried your hair. He set the dryer down after completing the last bunch. 

He stood behind you, looking down at you with a blank expression but his eyes were dark. Running a hand through your hair, he cupped your jaw, making you look up at him. Your eyes red from crying and the rest of your body covered in similar red coloured bite marks and hickies. 

“How do you feel?” 

“Tired..” you mumbled, wanting to cry and scream but not having enough energy after sae ruined your insides for hours on end. 

“Look in the mirror” you obeyed, tilting your head down as much as sae’s grip would let you. Staring at your fucked up self. 

“Now tell me. Who do you belong to?” he whispered, burying half his face in your hair.

“You..”

“Who?”

‘You, sae.” you said a bit louder, giving him what he wanted 

“Who’s the only one that’s allowed to fuck you and ruin you?” 

“Sae..” your voice faltered. 

“Whose the only person you’re allowed to be with” 

“You” you swallowed harshly, trembling as sae placed his chin on your shoulder.

“Are you ever gonna forget that?” 

“No.. never” 

“One last time. Tell me who you’ll belong to no matter what.” 

“Sae Itoshi..” you whispered accepting that no matter what you do, this is your life now. You’ll forever be a possession of a man who thinks controlling and owning someone means loving them. 

“That’s my girl.” 

a/n: Guyssss this was such a crazy thing to write. but toxic sae on top, fr. this was a bit long but hopefully the flow of the story was good and kept your attention. idk if i mentioned but these stories won't be drabbles or short stories. they're gonna be full length one shots.

Taglist: @pookiei-bookie @gothforgod (open)

ʚɞ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐱𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐢 | ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

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[princehendir]

I was going to make a post that was like "Anders knows multiple people with houses that presumably have bathrooms do we really think he's not washing his hair" but this inevitably led to me putting Adrian in situations again, as such things always do

[geekynerfherder]

'Aminatou, Veil Piercer' by David Palumbo.

Card art from the 'Duskmourn: House Of Horror - Commander Decks' expansion set, released in September 2024 by Magic: The Gathering.

[amoremagnificentbastard]

@aevallare tagged me for this. Kissing you so much.

words posted: 10,164 (I cry because I wanted there to be more)

additional words written: 29,849 (almost half of this comes from snippets and scenes I wrote in my phone notes app)

grand total of words: 40,013

fandoms: BG3 (because I have blinders on)

highest kudos: i'll peel my heart like a pomegranate if you promise it won't go to waste - 130 kudos

highest hit oneshot: see above - 1,725 hits

new things I tried: I posted smut for the first time! I also started participating in group events, like server exchanges and bangs!

fic I spent the most time on: say yes, but only if you want to (because I started the second chapter, ripped it to shreds, started over and wrote more, ripped that to shreds, and now I'm about 4k words deep into the third attempt and I think when I finally go back to it I'm going to end up ripping it to shreds again)

fic I spent the least time on: what's one more mystery after all the rest? (a gift fic I wrote for @kittenintheden as part of @thekindredcollective's Fall in Faerûn prompt event)

favorite thing I wrote: say yes, but only if you want to (and I'm really surprised I'm saying that)

favorite thing(s) I read: Don't make me choose. I read so much, from so many wonderful authors. Here are my Ao3 recs. I reread many of them often.

writing goals for 2025:

write something every day (specifically something that makes me happy)

learn to write without stopping to edit along the way (because I am so bad at that right now and stopping slows me down so much)

new works:

i'll peel my heart like a pomegranate if you promise it won't go to waste

say yes, but only if you want to

what's one more mystery after all the rest?

This ain't much. But it's a start. Thank you for welcoming me with open arms when I got here. This was a creative outlet I thought I'd lost for good. I'm so glad I was wrong.

Tagging @kittenintheden, @gilded-glitter, @deadly-diminuendo, @honeybee-bard, and @pinkberrytea if you'd like to share!

[vhsmitchell]

i am very mentally well right now...

[maddymoreau]

[violentdelightsproductions]

Raise Your Glass: New Year, New Chapter

Duncan Shepherd and Sydney Evans share some moments of joy during the New Year holidays at the White House. But behind even the brightest smiles shadows are hiding Especially underneath all the festive glow, where all that glitters is gold. On the brink of the New Year, Annette Shepherd and President Claire Underwood exchange carefully measured Christmas wishes. The air is filled with power and unspoken tension, a reminder that in this world, even celebrations are a game of strategy.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Pictures and things

[what-the-fuck-khr]

photo from someone on Twitter (futi_21_) but there’s this person on Mercari Japan selling the selfie cards from Amano’s exhibit and SAY FUCKING SIKE RIGHT FUCKING NOW DONT PISS ME OFF

[angelxarii]

─── ⋆⋅☆ ℍ𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕆𝕗 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ⋆⋅☆

🂱 SUMMARY: Each story is its own card. where love is a gamble and every character is playing their own game. Power, manipulation, desire and lust drive them forward, but love built on such fragile and meaningless things don't last. Each relationship is like a house of cards; beautiful but unstable. Each story represents a type of toxic, fragile, and obsessive relationship.

🂱 WARNING: Aged up! This series will contain toxic relationships, use of drugs, smoking, drinking, manipulation, dub/non-con, cheating, sex, psychological abuse. — this series is very loosely based on the song, as the song itself doesn't represent toxic relationships but it's more or less the vibe, like something is always on the edge of falling apart.

🂱. Heart: King of hearts

🂱. Spade: A card that never fit in

🂱. Diamond: One wrong move

🂱. Clover: A love built on lies

🂱. King: The hand I didn't play

🂱. Queen: The ace that meant nothing

🂱. Jack: The last move

🂱. Joker: Joker's game

Taglist: @pookiei-bookie @gothforgod @facelessgetolover @p1z-d0n7jud6em3 @valexqpt @seneon @werfiedeii (open)

ʚɞ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐱𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐢 | ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

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[emeraldyke]

since this has come up twice this week in different conversation:

reblog for larger sample size!!

[geekynerfherder]

'Marina Vendrell' by Magali Villeneuve.

Card art from the 'Duskmourn: House Of Horror' expansion set, released in September 2024 by Magic: The Gathering.

[vani-ash]

How often did Thongkam's friends show up usually though before Seks death??

[lovinggreeniehours]

really random post sponsored by me almost sleeping on the couch but man what if esper fell asleep on sylus's couch. idk

[btsbs]

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[mabelmidnight-takeover]

thinking about how if i had chosen architecture for college I'd have probably spent the last three years making a percy jackson themed park just for funsies