#THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IM FUCKIN SAYING

[silentsockfeet]

so when are we as a society going to talk about how cait hitting vi and then leaving her sobbing on her knees is a direct parallel to vi hitting powder and then leaving her in season 1

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[dusty-pistol]

I'm kinda baffled that I've only seen one Callum Crown ask blog so far. And it's... wildly out of character if I'm even allowed to say so. It must've been made before we got all this information on him or by someone who just doesn't know much about him. I don't mean to sound rude in any degree, I'm just surprised, is all.

(Please, someone make an actual callum ask blog, or I may have to do it myself. Which I am admittedly scared to do so.)

[liverpool-enjoyer]

ooooh man oh man the Asexual Angst™️ is hitting HARD tonight 😭😭

[todayisafridaynight]

i was playing about dropping Fifty Drawings onto everyone's dashboard this week but the unfortunate reality is i am in fact being assaulted with images

[beverageenthusiast]

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[carp-esh-ove-lem]

ALSO OMG THE NEW TEAM CANADA CTM SERIES SKJDFSDJKFK

[blueslight]

Man

[mxbitters]

im too high to be thinking this hard about simon alkenmayer

[snekdood]

one of the most frustrating things about the situation w my abusive ex is how ppl act like they're an uwu innocent child with 0 agency? like as if i ~manipulated them~ into believing conspiracy theories about "freemasons brainwashing children" with me, rather than me genuinely being terrified of the ideas put forth from others about it and being terrified that was happening to me and i just didnt remember it bc I was trying to figure out why I was sexually abused by someone close to me and nothing was done about it and this was the only fucking way i could explain to myself ~why~ it happened? like yall have to convince yourselves im like this nefarious strategic alt right type with ulterior motives rather than someone who was fucking scared out of my mind, doubly funny if its someone ik irl from HS because like dawg- i definitely dropped everyone i knew because I was terrified, how in tf do you see that and think "well clearly hes being strategic and trying to control our poor sweet innocent babu who totally isnt 4 years older than you and totally isnt an adult who went along with you in believing this stuff because they wanted to", gotta be bc i forced them somehow right. give me a fucking break. they're not a child with 0 agency, they knew what they were doing, only when they realized it might hurt their image did they stop and try to blame me for alllll of it and why they believed in it rather than them wholeheartedly and willingly going into it. and even if you want to pretend that they are just a dumb baby and they just follow in peoples footsteps like a toddler, i still wasnt being fucking nefarious or strategic regardless,

I WAS F U C K I N G SCARED.

[waywardsalt]

tag rant but man i fuckin hate the new direction for loz

[allofuswantgwinam]

still baffled that this man literally would call me his wife 🤧 said if i ever tried to marry someone else he would come and sit in the back til they say speak now 🤣 while he was fw anyone he felt like behind my back. thats C R A Z Y

[tootiecakes234]

A continuation of Bakugo’s transformation story.

*this will pick up from Katsuki coming over to you and Mina.

“Hey I need to talk to you.” Katsuki says as he walks up to you and Mina. Not even giving either of you a greeting.

“Um, do you not see us having a conversation?” You ask him.

“Exactly, like I’m standing right here.” Mina said circling around Bakugo because he hasn’t even glanced in her direction.

“Yea, yea. I’m sure which ever celebrity you two are gushing over can wait until later.” He grunts.

“Oooop. He’s got us there. Are we that predictable??” Mina asks pretending to be surprised.

“Yes. Now let’s go.” And that’s the end of that because now he’s pulling you behind him and all you can do is try to keep your footing following in his steps.

“Jeez, slow the hell down. My legs are not as fucking long as yours.” You mutter as he continues to drag you.

“Not my fucking fault that you’re fuckin short.” He says and you can hear the smug smile on his face.

“Im only a couple inches shorter than you. One good pair of heels and I’d be looking down on you.” You inform him politely.

“Yea, like you’re gonna put on a pair of heels🙄”

And then you’re being pressed up against the wall while he hovers in front you.

“So what’s so impor- mmmhh”

Your words are cut off as he presses his lips against yours. You’re shocked initially but then you feels his lips moving against yours. All you can do is melt up against him.

Down bad doesn’t even begin to describe it.

After a minute or two he pulls away from you breathing deeply. It takes you both a moment to catch your breath.

“Is that really the important thing you had to tell me??” You manage to breathe out when your mind finally catches up to the situation.

“Mmm.. that felt important didn’t it?” He asks with his voice all husky.

You answer him quickly, “not important enough for you to be stealing me from my friend.”

His face pulls into a cute grin, “You say that, but you’re rubbin up against me like a cat.”

You then realize he’s right. Your arms are up on his shoulders while your hands rub up and down his undercut.

You try to pull back to correct this but steel hands land on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Where the hell do you think you’re goin? I still got important thing to discuss with you.” And then he’s leaning back down to meet your lips.

You can’t stop the smile that forms on your lips.

You’re both are so whipped and you both know it, but also refuse to admit it.

[libingan]

okay, but soap w a reader w a high libido??? im crazy im going crazy i need him so bad

soap loves how much you want him. in fact, he thrives on it. every time you come to him with that wild look in your eyes, practically ripping his clothes off, it makes his cock throb with need. “fuckin’ hell, bonnie, ye’ve got an appetite, eh?” he’ll laugh, but he’s already grabbing at you, hands firm on your hips, pulling you against him. your libido matches his perfectly, and he’s always eager to meet you in the middle—or go a few rounds harder.

“ye dinnae waste any time, do ye?” he’ll say, his thick scottish brogue making every word sound dirtier as he growls into your ear. he’s all about intensity—rough kisses, hard thrusts, gripping you tightly as he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. “ye want it that bad, aye? cannae ever get enough of me, can ye?” his voice is strained with lust, his hands gripping your body tightly as his hips slam into yours, the sound of skin against skin filling the air. he’s a man of passion, and once he gets going, it’s like he can’t stop.

but he also knows how to play with you, teasing just enough to drive you wild before giving you exactly what you need. his pace is rough, relentless, his cock driving into you hard and fast, making you gasp and moan as he watches with a smirk. “that’s it, love. take it.” even when you’re both spent, he’s still grinning, pulling you close, ready to go again. “ye’ve got me knackered, but fuck, i’ll never say no tae ye.”

[seiwas]

I reached fuxkinf 30 tags 😭

the way he’s shaking oh my god kit he’s so nervous i actually feel like crying just — that whole interaction, the laugh, the tears; everything is so vividly thick with emotion oh my GOD

And he cracks a small smile thinking he might cry too?! OH baby i am 😭😭 then he fucking says it ‘you told me to do it scared’ GOOOOOD KIT THAT FUXKING CALLBACK 😭😭 WHAT IT MEANS 😭😭 how he’s listened to you all this time, how he’s carried that lesson with him for YEARS 😭😭

So he’s asking u to marry him scared. That you’d say no. That he’s stutterz godgodgodgodgod *head in hands*

and when reader asks have you asked me ? And he’s like, he was gonna have a speech THEN GETS CHOKED UP ABT IT ARE U SRS RN I THINK IM IN LOVE W HIM 😭😭😭😭 and he’s like ‘maybe ill have to save it for later’ oh GOOOD he rlly would do that. I think he’s just so the type to prepare these things and have it all he thrown to the side in the last minute 😭

And its so real so true. You not needing anything else but just him asking it. To hear him say it. Ih god the devotion

And and and an ddint even get me started when he takes your hand, still shaky, runs his thumb across ur ring finger 🥺 dont eeeeven get me started there ill cry aksmdkdnn and he says ‘ok ill do it’ oh my fod biggest dork ever i love him

GET ON WITH IT HAJIME 😭😭😭😭

Then he kisses where the ring would be 😭🥺😭😭 then looks up at you even while youre scared 😭😭😭 will you marry me murmured into your knuckles oh my god ig my gohs skisbssinsiensincjrnd im gonna pass oUTTTG

Holding himself uprigjt to kiss u properly? Oh i would rusjsjdjdjdjdndn

And their banTER AFTER. How he places the rinf on you. THE BAAAANTERRRRR

His eyes are so soft that you knkw theyre for you <- ARE U KIDDING ME RN . RU FUCKING KIDDING ME RN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 im waging wars for him . Flinging myself across the ocean

KIIIIIT I LOVED THIS SO MICH as you can tell lol im barely coherent but like . I loved this so much i have no words

you told me to do it scared

Iwaizumi was sixteen when he lost all of his fear.

He doesn’t really remember exactly what it was that the two of you were talking about, or when, but he remembers how his voice echoed in the alleyway home — the shortcut, he called it.

Iwaizumi remembers rambling and he remembers that you let him; you were never one to cut him off. He was a good listener, as it could be especially hard to get a word in around people like his group of friends, but you?

Around you? He couldn’t shut up.

He was rambling on and on about something — he forgets what, but it was big for his sixteen-year-old self. Nerve-wracking.

“Are you done?” he remembers you asking, side-eyeing him as you walked.

“Uh, yeah. I’m done.”

“Great. What are you even worried about, Hajime?”

(He still doesn’t know what. It turns out that you were right, and it was so insignificant that he can’t even remember what was bothering him to this day.)

“I don’t know. Rejection. Failure—“

“Oh, please,” you scoffed. “Yes, because Hajime Iwaizumi is known for failing.”

He furrowed his brows. “Don’t be mad that I’m nervous.”

“Scared, Haji.”

“I’m not—“

(You gave him a look and he shut his mouth.)

“So what?” he asked then, dropping his hands in his pockets. You never really knew why he was so good with you, why he talked so much — you never dared question it. “How do I get over it and just do it?”

You smile, shaking your head.

“You don’t get over it. You do it scared.”

“What?”

“Fake it ‘til ya make it, Haji.”

(Iwaizumi doesn’t remember what he did, but he knows he did it terrified; he did it well, too. Passed the test, won the game, cleared the hurdle, got the job. Whatever it was.)

Iwaizumi was sixteen when he lost all of his fear. He’s twenty-eight when it all comes crawling back.

By now, he’s more than a decade older with a bunch of fearlessness under his belt, from spiders put back outside to funny noises in the yard. He’s carding his fingers through your hair on the couch you both picked out, and he hasn’t been this scared in a really, really long time.

(Probably not since you told him that he just needed to do it.)

Iwaizumi is scared because, for the first time in the three months he’s been carrying your ring in his pocket, he really wants to fucking give it to you.

He’s always wanted to — no shit, it’s why he bought it — but tonight is the first time he wants to ask you. He doesn’t just want to picture it on your finger, he wants to feel it against his hand when he holds yours.

The same movie you’ve seen four times plays on the TV. You’re leaned right against him; your eyes are heavy, you’ve yawned a few times.

Half of him wants to do it, half of him knows it’s late.

It’s just — it’s you in his shirt, in his sweatpants, in his arms. He has been yours for way too long to not have done this sooner, but neither of you have ever been in a rush to do anything.

Until now, half past midnight on your long weekend and all he wants to do is plan a wedding.

Iwaizumi can’t even sit in his imagination for long, because soon enough you’re sitting up with a look of confusion and you’re lifting his hoodie up, putting a hand over his heart.

“What?” he says, half a breath and half a laugh.

You look … concerned. He can’t tell whether he thinks it’s cute or distressing. “You don’t feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“Hajime, your heart is racing.”

“Is it?” he asks. He sets his hand beside yours. “Nope, don’t feel it.”

You roll your eyes, yanking his sweater back down as you sit at his side. “Well, something is making you two steps away from arresting right here. Spill before I call an ambulance.”

“It’s nothing, seriously. Watch the movie, will you?”

“But I’m nosy, damnit. Don’t you know me at all?”

God, so fucking well. Somehow, not well enough. Tell me more. Tell me everything I already know.

“It’s nothing!”

“Hajime,” you say, and finally your voice is stern. “Whatever you want to say, you know I could never be mad at you for it.”

Iwaizumi takes a deep breath. The box in his pocket feels like it’s made of fucking lead.

“I—“

“Stop. It.”

(He does. He stands up instead.)

“Okay, wait,” you start again, “I didn’t mean leave.”

“Give me a second, damn,” he groans, dusting off his pants, checking it’s still there. Of course it’s still there, but if it wasn’t, this would be bad.

Iwaizumi knows you deserve a thousand flowers and a candle-lit beach, and maybe he’ll give you both. But he’s neck-deep and the water is rising; it’s now or within the next hour, really.

“Hey, are you alright? You’re pale,”

“I’m fine,” he reassures you. Iwaizumi kneels in front of the couch.

“Hajime,” you say again, face contorted in worry. “Seriously, are you—?”

You don’t just trail off, you jump off the road.

In one of his hands is a box. A small one, fitting for a ring. His other hand rests on your knee.

“Are you—“

“—dead serious? Yeah,” he says, sounding way less strong than he looks. “I am.”

He opens the little box, showing you what’s inside. It’s in your colour, a pretty diamond glistening beneath the warm light of your table lamp and the movie. You swear you even mentioned that shape once, probably years ago.

“No,”

“Yeah,” he says, “yes.”

“Are you serious?” you whisper, feeling your tears jerk to the surface, rimming your eyes. You rest a hand on his.

He’s shaking.

“Hajime,” you laugh, wiping a hand under your eye. “You’re shaking.”

He sighs.

“I know,” he nods. Iwaizumi cracks a small smile — he thinks he might cry, too. “You told me to do it scared.”

Your brows furrow and unfurrow in the matter of a few seconds. Yeah, you did say that.

(You were sixteen and talking about less major things, but you did say that.)

“So I’m doing it,” he finishes. “Scared.”

“Scared of what?”

He shrugs. “That I’d stutter when I ask you to marry me. Or that you’d say no.”

You smile. “Have you asked me?”

“Not yet. I was gonna make a speech, but I,” he slows. He stops — he has to, he’s getting choked up. “I might have to save it for later.”

“I don’t want a speech, I wanna hear you say it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he says. Iwaizumi takes your hand in his shaking hold, his thumb swiping over the top of your ring finger. “I’m gonna do it now.”

“Get on with it, Hajime.”

You’re unmistakably excited.

Iwaizumi kisses where the ring will be if you tell him yes. Scared and all, he looks up at you.

(He speaks the words you’ve been waiting for into your skin. Will you marry me? murmured into your knuckles.

You don’t even tell him yes. Not coherently, anyway.)

You throw yourself into his chest and he has to hold himself up against the coffee table behind him to kiss you upright.

“Yes,” you answer again, over and over. “Even if you were scared to ask.”

“It just means I love you, doesn’t it?” he murmurs, taking your hand and moving it back in front of him. He slips your ring onto your finger. “Just scared on the off chance you were gonna spit in my face—“

“Shut up,”

“Hey, don’t talk to your fiancé like that.” Iwaizumi hesitates, looking up from the ring to your face. His eyes are so soft that you know they’re for you. “That has a ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“Fiancé,” you repeat. Husband to be.

“Yeah. That does sound pretty good, doesn’t it?”

“Just imagine how I think fiancée sounds, honey.”

“And look — you didn’t even stutter.”

“Oh, come o—“

“Careful what you say, now. Happy fiancée, happy life, Hajime.”

“I don’t think that’s the saying, but okay.”

note; tagging @shotorus because this is your man :3 happy late birthday sel!

[gamblersdoll]

“wait—!”

“stop fuckin running.” he says, punctuating every word with a thrust. “knew exactly what you were doing earlier, slut!” he seethes, grinding the tip of his cock into a spot that only he could reach.

“fuck— i know! im sorry!” you moan and choke, head being forced into the plush throw blanket.

“fuckin’ slut wanted this cock? you get this cock.” with a growl in his throat, slamming himself back into you. shit, was he that mad about you sitting in his lap? “yeah, you know?”

“yes– fuck im so sorry! fuck!” you scream, legs shaking in ecstasy as you try to keep them open. you cry when he slaps your ass, hand prints indented into your skin.

he never responds, hands on your hips as he plows himself into you from behind. only growls emit from his throat when he starts a rhythm that makes him feel good. he was mad, mad that you didnt ask to sit on his lap, yet he didnt care if you did. the only difference being that you were in public.

so was he mad about something so small? yes. thats exactly that.

but he loves random punishments, and you do too.

“going to ruin your fuckin’ whore body.” he laughs, nails digging into your skin. “you dont get to cum, i get to.” he cruelly says, angling himself to go deeper. he hits a spot that felt deeper than your cervix, and that kicks him off. “take it, take it, take it!”

your eyes roll back to your skull, brain being fried from the constant thrusts into your cunt and having to not scream his name.

he pulls himself, spurting white, thick ropes of cum on your ass and back. it ran hot, burned even if you could call it that. you try to sit up, yet he slams you back down.

“you thought i was finished with you? another thing to punish you for.”