#i'll also have to look into that damn inbox GOSH

[mythvoiced]

-. just found out about ex.h.uma through miss kge's tag and HMMMM eerie verse for eunjae where they use their mind reading abilities to do crazy eerie shit i really need anti-hero eunjae with very questionable morals, i need them to drive people to the very brink of their sanity and then keep them from jumping off that edge because they need to stay and suffer for their crimes, do you hear me--

[skele-bunny]

NOO THE POLL IS WRONG PLEASE POST THE ZEPHRIT PLEASEE :((!!!! PLEASE PLEASE

OH MY GOSH OKAY 😭 THERES LIKE.. SO MANY OF YOU IN MY INBOX RN. AND MY DMS. AND WKKWKSJ???!!! (Small tag for @sister-nyx , @everybodyshusband , @hypnoneghoul , and @artificialmoth I know y'all were also interested) is this impractical? Ye. But it's fun to me

College AU — Zephrit

Warning: It's professor/student in this but everyone is consenting adults

Cw: Internalized Homophobia, Pet Play, Master/Pet dynamic, Power Imbalance

Ifrit at college on a sports scholarship, but he's recommended to have extra credits to keep his GPA up, so he takes a German language class. Mr. Zephyr Luft, this cold, no nonsense professor who has a reputation for kicking people out even for little things. So take Ifrit who's now suddenly the bane of their existence.

Snarky comments, not doing any work always with the excuse of "This is only extra. I don't need this course." And he's gotten so many academic write ups, even to the point of Mr. Luft talking to the sports director. Nothing. So, they take it into their own hands. Requesting Ifrit to stay after class one day, and he obviously automatically assumes he'll be getting "the talk" of why it's important to do work and that he'll be getting another deduction.

Zephyr waits until the final student closes their door before beckoning Ifrit near, getting up and walking around with their cane as they do, indeed, babble about how Ifrit will be getting a deduction. But also...

"I can tell you were never properly raised, Gör. Such a nasty tongue you own."

"Whatever you say, old man."

There's a sigh before Ifrit can only gasp as a hard wack goes to his ass, turning around and seeing Zeph slowly put their cane back and stare.

"Did you just—?!"

"Well, obviously. Do you feel like speaking with manners yet?"

Ifrit just scoffs, "I'll have your job you fucking pervert."

A simple shrug. "Then I guess I need to make my worthwhile."

Now, Ifrit's strong. Works out a lot. He's taller than them! So he doesn't understand how this older, shorter person that relies on mobility aids had the ability to slam him back over the desk and keep him pinned while caning his ass more and more.

Finally had enough and letting Ifrit drop, face a dark red, fists clenched. Zephyr is just as calm as ever, not even paying attention to Ifrit anymore as they return to their desk and mumble that administration is in a different building upstairs. Ifrit sniffles a bit before quickly getting up, grabbing his bag, and high tailing it out of there.

He's so fucking humiliated! He's a grown ass man who could've overpowered them! His own damn professor!! Who do they think they are?! Slams out of the building and to his car, wincing as he sits down and stares at the admin building Zephyr mentioned. He has all reason to go there. To report what was done to him... But... That would mean they'd have to see. They'd have to know that Ifrit was too weak and too much of a pussy to defend himself from some old guy. Swallows his shame and instead, just goes home early. Looking at his bruised ass in the mirror, cane welts very obvious.

It's in the shower where he massages the pain, his dick slowly getting hard and he just chalks it up to the water. Nothing else. Nothing else is in his mind as he released down the shower drain. Don't realize the pattern as every time he has Mr. Luft's class the rest of the week how he'll massage and jerk off again. And again. The memories of being bent over and used and... And... And that cold stare that he starts imagining watching him, demanding perfect satisfaction as Ifrit masturbates in front of them. Then slowly changing to that cane dragging between his thighs and making him rut against it.

He feels sick the first time he imagines one of his one-night stands as that same old asshole.

Staring at himself in the mirror, turmoil bubbling. He's not gay. He's never been gay. He loves women and pussy and tits, and so much. This must be his nerves, is all. Some kinda trauma thing maybe? But even still, he notices how his attraction has slowly shifted. They must be the exception. Attracted to a single amab body, that's it. That's all it is. But he craves it. Wants to feel that helpless again. Wants to feel his body pinned down and where he's not the one in control...

And Mr. Luft can do that.

Packs so slowly one day after class, waits until it's just them when he approaches their desk. Zephyr humming and asking if Ifrit's reported them yet.

"No... I just, uh," There's shame and embarrassment Zephyr instantly picks up on. "Would you... Would you do that again? To me?"

"Spank you?"

"Yeah..."

They stare at each other before Zephyr just laughs a bit, worsening Ifrit's shame. But, "You poor thing. Just a stray dog looking for warmth, aren't you?"

He just nods, keeping his eyes down but can see Zephyr lean back in their chair. "No need to whine, hund. I can take you home with me if you'd like. Give you what you want."

Ifrit nods, and the rest is history.

Given directions to Zephyr's home after classes are finished, Ifrit knocking with hesitation. Brought in and led to the bathroom, listening to Zephyr make demands of how Ifrit is to shower, to attempt to finger himself for the first time, and lay on Zeph's bed nude. He does as he's told, albeit questioning himself more and more. This is some freaky shit he's getting into, isn't it?

But oh... Oh it's worth it. Explained how it's not Mr. Luft in the bedroom, only Zephyr or even Master. That he must say thank you to everything given to him, even punishments. He didn't realize how much he missed that cane against his ass now with hands as well once they start. Who gets his ass eaten for the first time and cums from it. Sucks cock and fingers Zeph for them to ride him. The degradation and that sharpness on their tongue like always. Sometimes speaking it in German, Ifrit can't understand, but he can feel the tone and just whines from it.

He stays over, tucked into Zephyr's arm as they come down from their bliss. More internalized hatred bubbling in his mind but it always seems to mute when he focuses on Zephyr's heartbeat. How he hates having to leave, but Zeph assures that all Ifrit has to do is ask and their home is open to stray dogs.

Ifrit takes that offer.

Finding himself on his knees just about every other day for them, listening to commands and being dominated. Taking on his role of a dog, desperate for that love and care in the form of heavy hands and instructions. Finally, a simple collar around his neck. So many new things he's exposed to and he loves each and every one of them. How German lessons follow into the home, Ifrit bent over and spanked with either a ruler or their cane for every thing he mispronounces.

Finds himself with no interest in the opposite gender as he's come to terms of what he's attracted to, just how much Zephyr has opened his mind and what he enjoys. Learning so much about himself in the process. Not only does his grade drastically improve, but so does his mental health. Finds more confidence, a new release as he doesn't have to think with Zephyr. Just has to be a good dog and listen to what he's told to do. What's he's trained to do.

Always lingering in their classroom, spending lunches with them and his free time. Their relationship developing so much they officially start dating privately, and to the point Ifrit moves in with them out of his dingy apartment. They keep everything quiet, out of respect for each other and also Zephyr's job. Everyone thinks they finally had a meet God moment, as they've become different people basically. Even Zeph watching some of Ifrit's games and practices, that cold stare no longer being of distain but craving.

Just a loyal dog as ever.

[bellysoupset]

i’ve been acting delulu about the whole wen+vin fight that we all knew was coming up, kinda like completely ignoring it was a thing and all your warnings bc im #notemotionallystrong and i liked pretending it wasn’t gonna happen to cope <3333 BUT AHHHHH after this last fic IM LITERALLY FULL ON SOBBING (IN PUBLIC) WHAT THE FUCKKKK SOUP😭😭😭 you’re so mean (lovingly) 😩 FR IM SO SAD I LOVE MY BABIES SO MUCH THIS IS AWFUL BUT ALSO THE FIGHT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN😭 AND LIKE SO UPSETTING AND UNCOMFY BC OF HOW REAL IT FELT idk how to explain it but it’s like hearing my parents (aka my best friends who’ve been together forever LOL) fight LMAO sobbing 😩😩😩 and also OMG I AUDIBLY GASPED AND HAD TO LOOK AWAY WHEN I READ THE PHONE NOTIFICATIONS THING AND REALISED IT WAS LEO’S TEXT like if there was a terrible way to find out it was THIS 😭😭😭😭😭 BABY GIRL THINKING EVERYONE HAS KNOWN FOR MONTHS???? AND THEN VIN SO DESPERATELY TRYING TO EXPLAIN HIMSELF???? AND JUST TALK??? (a lil too late tho buddy but also I GET IT GOSHHHH) AND THEN BOTH SOBBING GODDDD I CANT I CANT this is so devastating amazing job boo‼️

OMG AND ALSO THE OTHER FICS? i hadn’t commented on them bc i was waiting for this one to react to everything but GODDAMN????? LUKE POOR BUB all feverish spilling everything??? and their reactions🥺🥺🥺🥺 (also side note jon so worried about luke was beautiful and i enjoyed it very much🤭) and OMG leo’s guilt about not noticing the depression symptoms 😩 and the whole thing w bella and kit GOSH I WANT TO PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE HES SUCH AN ASSHOLE‼️

BUT ANYWAYS GOING BACK TO MY BABIES RAAAAAHHHHH I NEED WEN AND VIN TO BE OKAY omfg IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR THIS😭😭 you’re so good at writing angst tho like goddamn i’m still crying and will probably continue to cry about this 😩😭 they need to be okay 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️ also i know you said you were nervous about luke and wen’s storyline and im SO CURIOUS and excited to read‼️ im sure whatever you choose to do with them is gonna be amazing and you know we all have a beautiful love/hate relationship w angst so i have a feeling we’re gonna eat it up!! (which we will do regardless bc your writing and storytelling is always wonderful!!!)

sending a snotty sobby virtual hug to all my babies and a strong virtual punch to kit <33333

🦦

ANSWERING THIS SO LATE THAT VIN/WENDY ARE BACK TOGETHER I'M SORRYYYY

I'm actually cackling at you acting delulu because I remember I dropped many MANY hints of the Wendy/Vince break up and you were in my inbox completely ignoring them and me thinking "damn, am i being too subtle???"

Its so funny (and terrible) to be answering this late, because I can totally say the things I was nervous about. So ORIGINALLY Vin/Wendy didnt get back together, they actually broke it off for good and Wendy feeling very isolated from her friend group relapsed in her eating disorder.

But then Wendy kinda girl bossed her way into getting back with Vince, which was not planned, AND opened up to Bella, that was also not planned at all. So I scrapped that storyline! I still want to do something with her E.D, I remember I got an ask ages ago that was something like "Wendy refuses to eat because she's feeling queasy, Vince thinks she relapsed and tries to push her, only to have it come back up and he realizes she's actually sick", so I'll probably write that! A more mild version of what I originally had in mind!

And I'm SORRY i'm a terrible person but I'm sooo proud of myself for making you cry in public. I need a blog badge just for that #angster

Love you 🦦!

[savnofilter]

Like I’m Bakugo (FLF 12)

             𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!『𝐅𝐄𝐌』𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s): none.

↬ sᴏɴɢ: BAKUGO! by Kamil

↬ ᴡᴄ: .7k words [2 mins]

↬ ʀᴍ: february love fest

↬ ᴀ/ɴ: wow when was the last time that i didnt have warnings??? this was actually pretty fun to write, so sorry if this wasnt what you were thinking cbdjkbd. i so hope that this doesnt come off of as cringy, LOL. this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile, its time i crank down on some old requests. thank you @chxrryp0p

“Like I’m Bakugo… turn they soul to smoke…” Bakugo would watch you mumble around the apartment you two shared. It was absentmindedly most of the time, but he was still confused about what you were singing. Since you began singing that song days ago, he has wanted to join in.

You were mixing the creamer into your coffee as you hummed in English, head bobbing ever so slightly to the beat that played in your head. Not only had he caught you rapping it, but he had also seen it mentioned by his other friends as well. But because of this, he was starting to find himself humming it as well.

"Oi," Katsuki called out to you. If one had a song about them — let alone a whole song being about them — they'd get off their ass to search it up themselves. But since he had you, he chose not to. He glared as he watched you move about, eyes snapping up to meet yours once you finally turned to him.

"Bitch I'm -- what?" You ask, brows furrowed in confusion at his glare.

"What are you singing?" Katsuki asked.

You perked up at his question, lips springing into a smile. "Bakugo!"

"...What?" Katsuki questions once again.

"Bakugo! By Kamil. Music artist from the United States." You explain happily. You took a sip of your hot beverage before moving to sit across from him. "N' people love it."

Tch. He could almost blush. His lips quirked into a smile as the thought of someone making a song about him stroked his ego. "A song about me? Good use of talent." He replied smugly, aggressively mixing his cereal in and trying to hold back the actual excitement that rose in his chest.

"Oh my gosh-" You rolled your eyes, leaning back against his chair and putting your cup down. "Don't you feel silly, even a little stupid for not even knowing?"

"Hello no." Katsuki cocked his head. "I have you. Who gives a shit if someone writes a song."

You squinted at the confidence. It was giving very much when you two were younger and arrogance was his first language. You mischievously leaned in, a grin to match your attitude. You looked him up and down, pulling out your phone and sliding it to him. The song was now playing and it caught his attention.

"You're embarrassed~" You called him out in a sing-songy tone. His cheeks threatened to brighten up with a bright red at your teasing.

"I-I am not! Why the hell would I be embarrassed?! There's nothing to be embarrassed about!" Katsuki quickly defended himself and crossed his arms looking away.

"Yeah, and Japanese is my first language." You teased. Leaning in again, the expression on your face never changes. "I can teach you the song if you really want me to~ I really don't mind, Katsu." You sipped at your cup again, gaze never moving from him.

That was the thing. The song sounded damn catchy. He had only heard snippets of it but he never cared enough to listen. Fuck it. Now, there's no excuse for denying his interest.

Even when you stared at him, he grunted. The many thoughts of teasing you instead of telling you the truth occurred to Bakugo, but he dismissed them all. Not like he could pretend the song wasn’t fire… maybe now he was feeling a lil’ stupid. The blonde side-eyed you as you more than patiently waited for his response. Turning back to you, he leans in, only the counter's width separating you and him.

"Teach me it by Friday and I'll bring you to that restaurant you've been bugging me about."

You softly gasp, eyes widening. "Sushi of Soul?!"

"Yes." Katsuki holds his hand out to you. "We have a deal?" He taunts, leaning in with how much his space allowed him.

You leaned in as well, both of your bodies on the marble surface. You were happy to accept this challenge as it was not the first one you had taken on under this roof.

“It'll be my pleasure, and I'll make you sing it like your life depends on it."

[godlydolans]

Tumblr problems again.

Tumblr again wouldn't let me answer asks, so I'm doing it this way.

This actually wasn't in my inbox, I don't know what tumblr's deal is. Anyway, sorry for the delay, anon, I had planned to post this yesterday but I had to write this two times because the first time wasn't posting.

It was a girls' night out, there were plans to visit this new pub that has opened nearby, stay for a few hours and then go straight home. At least that was your plan. You just wanted to catch up with your friends.

Getting piss drunk was never a part of the plan but that's what ended up happening at the end of the day. What were you supposed to do, all your friends were drinking and they were encouraging you to at least have one glass. That one glass turned into multiple and you didn't even realise when you got this drunk.

And now you are scared. You obviously can't drive like this and you don't have the balls to call your boyfriend, Grayson. You know hell will break loose when he finds out you are drunk when you'd promised you would control it tonight.

But you can only avoid him for too long. He is the one who calls you once its past 11:30. Your breath hitches in your throat when his name flashes on your phone screen, causing your friends to throw you teasing smiles and smirks.

"He can't stay away from you, can he?"

You just give your friend a small smile and excuse yourself from the group, walking out of the pub and taking a breath of fresh air before answering the call. "Hello?"

"Hey babe, I just wanted to know when you're coming back home. Its getting late and I don't want you to drive alone at this hour."

"Uhh.. I actually wanna come home right now, but ahh..can't really drive right now," You squeeze your eyes shut, contemplating what he will say when you tell him.

He doesn't speak for the next few seconds, you actually have to call his name before he finally speaks, "you're drunk?" Grayson's voice sounds harsher than it did before, "How drunk?"

"Just a little bit, baby." You say, voice small and meek in comparison to his. "Can you please come pick me up?"

He sighs and you hear some rustling on the other side before he says, "Yeah, I can. Send me the address and I'll be there."

And you can see the familiar blue Porsche from the window within fifteen minutes of the phone call, causing you to say rushed goodbyes to your friends, collect your things and walk to the car that has several people's attention. Ha! If only they could see what the prince driving the beauty looks like!

Grayson already leaned over and opened your door for you from the inside before sitting straight again, looking straight ahead. One look at him and you can tell he is mad. So you just sigh, getting into the car wordlessly.

The whole way home, grayson doesn't say anything and you don't have anything to say other than 'sorry'. So you're left to pout on your own, staring out of the window, watching the cars, trees and buildings passing by in a blur. Then you look at Gray, who is gripping the wheel really tight, the vein in his bicep is popping. You go back and forth between the window and your boyfriend for the rest of the ride.

When you do reach home, Grayson shuts off the engine, gets out and goes into the house, forcing you to follow behind him. His legs are long and you can't match his stride because of your tight dress, not to mention the high heels you have on that are really killing your feet. On top of that, you can't walk straight, tripping over your own two feet.

Grayson has to stop on his way to the bedroom and wait for you to catch up. When he turns back, he sees you walking with your head down and your hair coming in your face, obstructing your view of the floor. You stumble once and he is walking over to you.

You are left flabbergasted when one moment, you are strppling to walk on the plain floor and the next, the floor is not even beneath your feet. Your man literally swept you off your feet and is now carrying you to his room like you're some princess.

Like you are his bride.

The thought makes you blush and giggle to yourself but that giggle quickly dies down when Grayson's jaw hardens. Little do you know, he clenched his jaw to stop himself from smiling at your utter cuteness.

Drunk Y/N is the cutest girl in the world, in Grayson's opinion.

"I'm sorry, Gray." You mumble, looking up at him from under your lashes as he opens the door to his room and then closes it with his foot.

"Its okay."

You know it's not okay, you can tell from his tone alone that he is still angry at you and you don't like it when Grayson is angry, especially when he is angry at you.

Drunk Y/N is also very emotional, so when Grayson places you down on his bed and turns back to walk into the bathroom, you kick off your heels in frustration, hands working to take off your earrings next. The goal is to keep yourself busy so you don't break down crying. The bottom lip that has been slightly jotted out from the moment you got into the Porsche with Grayson, has now started to wobble when the left earing starts to get difficult.

Grayson comes out of the bathroom with a pach of makeup removing wipes in one hand and one of his t-shirts in the other. The sight of you struggling to take off your earing is what he is met with. He just stops and stares as you struggle with the little thing, your eyebrows furrowed like you've been told to solve the toughest maths equation, lips pouting cutely, hair falling all over the place. His heart melts for you and all the anger he had melts away right with it.

How can one be mad at their girlfriend when said girlfriend is the cutest woman in the entire world?

"C'mon, you bitc-" You all but yank at the earing, yelping on pain the very next second and that causes Grayson to continue walking till he is kneeling in front of you.

"Easy there, tiger." He chuckles as his hands take yours and push them away from your poor ear, "I got this."

You just look at your pretty painted toenails, fingers absentbmmindedly playing with themselves as Grayson takes off your earing in one go and hands it into your open palm. You scoff, glaring daggers at the little earing, "I always knew she liked you better than me."

"Who-the earing?" Grayson asks, amused as he watches you narrow your eyes at the earing and press your lips together as if you're trying to intimidate the inanimate object, before you mumble, "You betrayed me." very quietly.

Grayson just bites his lip, watching as you slam the thing down on the bed and begin to remove your necklace. While you are doing that, Grayson takes out some wipes and begins taking off your makeup from your forehead. His hands are so gentle on your face, you doubt any makeup is coming off at all, but you don't stop him. His fingers tilt your head up when he starts to get product off your chin and your heartbeat doubles up in speed when Grayson's fingers apply the lightest pressure on your lips while taking off the dark lipstick you had put on earlier in the evening. He does it all with such concentration too. Gosh, you love this man so much, it hurts!

"Okay, get undressed and put this on. I'll go take a shower." He instructs, handing you the t-shirt he brought for you before he disappears into the bathroom again. This reminds you that he is still mad because you guys usually take the night time showers together. With a heavy heart, you get yourself out of your tight dress, get into the shirt and grab a pillow and the smaller blanket off Grayson's bed before you leave the room.

Grayson comes back to an empty room, thinking you must be in the kitchen getting water or something, but when you don't come into the room even after fifteen minutes, he gets up and decides to go look for you. He doesn't have to look for long because he finds you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over you, the moment he takes a few steps into the living room.

Sighing, Grayson walks to you and kneels down in front of you. A kiss is placed on top of your head, causing you to open your eyes and stare up at him. The second you know its him, you quickly hide your face in your pillow, not wanting him to know you were crying.

But Grayson notices the tear marks on your cheeks and he also notices your light sniffles that are pulling at his heart strings. "Hey, no. Babe, why are you crying?" He asks, keeping one hand on top of your head and kissing your temple. "Y/N, why are you sleeping here?"

There is usually not much in the world that can make Grayson Dolan weak in the knees, but one thing that he absolutely can not bare to see is tears in your eyes and the sad thing is, whenever you cry, his brain freezes and he doesn't know what to do. He usually settles for holding you to his chest and carding his fingers through your hair, but today, since he's sure he is the cause of your tears, he doubts you would want to be held by him. "Baby, why'd you come to the couch?"

"Because you're mad at me and I thought you wouldn't want to sleep next to me." You sniffle, voice breaking sometimes.

Grayson sighs, looking heavenwards for dramatic affect because he's extra like that before saying, "baby, I'm not mad at you! And I would never not want to be sleeping next to you, hell i can't even sleep well when you're not next to me."

This makes you peek up at him, "you're not mad?"

"No, now can you please get up and come to bed with me?" He taps your thigh, urging you to get up which you do, at your own lazy pace because who can blame you? Your feet are sour from wearing those damn heels all night.

Grayson doesn't have a problem in picking you up and carrying you to the room again though, so that's what he does, making you giggle when he sweeps you off your feet for the second time today.

Once he's tucked you into bed and gotten in himself, the blankets over the both of you, he pulls you into his arms and sighs in contentment.

"You sure you're not mad?" You ask again, just to be sure.

Grayson smiles and squeezes your waist, "No babe, go to sleep."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you three."

Grayson's chest vibrates with his laughter, making you look up at him innocently because you didn't know you cracked a joke?

"Y/N, you're so drunk, babe." He laughs again, causing you to snap.

"But I still love you, even if you were mean and laughed at me and didn't say it back and also called me a drunkard." The tell tale signs of a drunk Y/N is her getting triggered over the smallest of things.

Grayson knows better than to mess with your feelings right now so he just says what you want to hear. So much for being mad. Ethan is right, he really is so whipped for his girl. "Okay, babe. I love you four."

You smile, "love you five, Gray."

"God, Y/N, go to sleep."