#anyways sorry for the rant but this ^ was a big factor that drove me away from the fandom

[zorosroronoas]

the thing about black sails & my love for it is that so much of my fondness of it is also tied to the experience of watching it when it came out, along with the at the time absolutely tiny fandom, & i just cannot replicate that feeling, so i've never actually sat down to rewatch it & idk when i ever will.

like i remember getting into it at the end of season 1 & being one of like 10 ppl actually talking about it & making edits, organizing events, etc & i've never had that experience with any other fandom. i experienced the show & fandom so viscerally for better & for worse & i miss it dearly, but i also never want to do it again.

[yandere-daydreams]

Oh my God please continue/add to that sugar baby Izuku concept you wrote a while back. I’d give you my soul but I doubt it’d be much tbh.

I did write a oneshot for this a while back, but I decided to… um, *start fresh*, this time. It’s just been so long since the initial drabble, but I’m really here for a Sugar-Baby!Izuku.

TW: Threats of Violence, Emotional Manipulation.

You liked to feel like you were in charge, and Izuku knew that. 

He knew how powerful it made you feel, having such a strong Hero in your lap, his head pressed against your chest as you occupied yourself with combing through his curly hair. You liked feeling his heartbeat, how his breath hitched as he tried to speed it up or slow it down to align with your own. Occasionally, you’d lean down to kiss his freckles or whisper something sweet, relishing in the way contact still made him blush, but both of you were content to just lay there, enjoying the others’ warmth.

You were, anyway. But, with a nervous shift and a dreamy sigh, Izuku made it clear that he wasn’t as satisfied. He didn’t pull away, as he spoke, only nuzzling closer, further muffling his own voice. “You still love me, right?”

With a gentle hum and another arm drapped over his shoulders, you raked your nails over his scalp, smiling when he pushed his head upwards and into your palm. “Of course, baby. Why do you ask?”

“Well…” He trailed off, grabbing at your hand when you tried to pull it away, shoving it against this cheek. You didn’t resist, only rubbing circles into his cheekbone, Izuku nearly purring before he thought to continue. “This isn’t really what you signed up for, is it? I’m not exactly a ‘rising hero’ by now, and I don’t need... financial support, not anymore.” He leaned back, pressing his weight into your thighs, balancing himself using your hips. “I mean, that’s not what our relationship was entirely about anyway, right? We’re romantic, I made us romantic, didn’t I?”

Slowly, your smile faded, the strained success of your efforts to force one floundering as you caught that familiar, obsessive glint in his eyes. “Izuku, you’re being… you’re getting clin-”

“I’m being clingy,” He deadpanned, his own grin fading as quickly as yours had. He was careful, this time, while he slotted himself against you, his hands needing remain busy, soon finding themselves fiddling with the hem of your shirt (his shirt, technically), his hands slipping under the fabric, after a few seconds. “Am I clingy because I love you? Because I want to make sure you feel the same way? Or does it make you uncomfortable when I do something besides fuck you?”

“Izuku.” You were more firm, this time, ignoring the warm, scarred hands rubbing against your stomach, only locking your jaw and gritting your teeth when he grabbed at your sides, groping whatever he saw fit despite his supposed moral high-ground. You pulled back, crossing your arms, only rolling your eyes when he pouted and glared. “What you’re being is childish. I don’t care how our relationship started, I never said I did! You’re the only one worried about whose lap you danced in to pay your electricity bill.”

He growled, digging his fingers into your sides, effectively pinning you under both his weight and the slightest traces of One For All, an intimidation factor that had lost its effect after too many nights of drinking and ‘experimentation’ that often followed. Still, you held your breath as he straightened his back, attempting to lean over you.

You weren’t scared of Izuku.

But you were very aware he could hurt you, if he ever saw an excuse to.

“You’re lying, I know you are.” His conviction was unfounded, jealous and paranoid and insane, but you still shook your head, feeling the need to deny the claim as he forced you further into the mattress, his body suddenly feeling much heavier than it had a second ago. You opened your mouth, ready to tell him to stop acting so bratty, but Izuku beat you to it, almost growling when he caught your gaze. “You’re probably planning to get rid of me, aren’t you? Move onto the next big hero, someone who feels a fraction of what I feel for you. I should’ve picked something and broken it before you could even think about losing interest.”

“What the fuck?!” This time, you let yourself panic, finally deciding your aggressor gave you more than enough reason to fight back. You kicked and flailed and screamed, but Izuku just grunted whenever you clawed into his skin or drove your heel into his thigh, seeming more annoyed than perturbed. “Let me go! You’re acting crazy, this is crazy. I’ll… I’ll call the police!”

He ignored your protests, as far as you could tell, his grip never wavering. “I mean, you’ll have to love me, after everything I’ll do.” His voice was forceful, now, louder than it had been and making you flinch back, Izuku’s eyes widening as yours closed. He snapped out of his daze instantly, pushing himself closer, his hold wrapping around your waist, and trapping your arms against your increasingly tense form, Izuku burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You played with the idea of prying yourself out of his embrace, or at least asking him to get go of you, but the slightest movement had Izuku whining, whimpering in that low, prolonged, breathy way he seemed so fond of. It wasn’t terrifying, not as his earlier tone had been, but… fuck, that didn’t mean you liked it. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He chuckled, his smile pressing into your skin, like he’d gotten caught up in a rant rather than considered the idea of maiming you. “Can… can we go back to cuddling? I won’t get carried away again, I promise.”

In a haze, you nodded, too numb to do much of anything else. You didn’t relax, not as Izuku’s grip loosened and the boy attempted to melt into the one-sided embrace, barely moving minutes after his eyes had closed. Your heart was still pounding in your ears, pulse never slowing, not as the undeniable, obvious truth spelled itself out in front of you.

Izuku liked it when you thought you were in charge. He knew it made you happy, and he liked it when you were happy.

But, there was only so much power you could have over someone so... overwhelming.