#it's about the desperation 🤌🤌🤌

[hexcoreviktor]

It should be me up there instead of him. [...] I still don't understand. He was right next to me. How does the explosion do that to him, and I just- I just walk out without a scratch?

[bipolar-boygirl]

When I Live My Dream by none other than Mr. Bowie himself is suuuuuuch a good angsty post-movie Sareth song

[benvoliotheorphan]

If I had a nickel for every time I’ve read a comic where Peter and Logan spend years living together with a woman who was introduced in that comic for the express purpose of being Peter’s love interest, I would have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird it happened twice right?

[electric-plants]

oh so sethos’ charge attack is just like ridiculously pretty then??

[keferon]

Ah. Fuck. OH FUCK

OH FUCKKKK

W-wait hold on a second wait hold on wai

This???

Cutting to this???

OH THIS HURTS

I wanted to make something quick today with another song with both Ratchet/Deadlock and Blurr/Shockwave but cards turned upside down *lays down*

@keferon *cough-cough*

[bluecookies02]

Viktor x Reader

tags: nsfw, suggestive but on a spiritual lvl 🤌 hurt/comfort. robo viktor and intimacy basically.

[established relationship]

Viktor's new body doesn't feel physical pleasure. Doesn't feel friction or warmth to any extensive degree.

But you'll often find yourself placed on his lap, with him guiding your hips to grind against his own. His arms guiding yours around his shoulder, neck, back...wherever your heart desires to leave a ghost of an imprint. He traces your skin with fingertips that don't really feel any pressure whatsoever, but his soul yearns to touch you like he used to.

And he does. It makes him desperate at first...lost and heartbroken. He has to learn to calculate better, in fear of not giving you a good enough illusion that he is still as human as he was, still an attentive lover that he used to be.

The kind that would spend hours making you feel good, loved and precious. He used to push himself to exhaustion just because he needed to show you his affections thoroughly.

He still would. He still does. Every little speck of him that is left within this new vessel, he selflessly gives to you. The shudders that he lets out when you whine and moan are raw and real, the adoration in his eyes when he does something right and you gasp...it's for you only.

He can feel your emotions and hear your thoughts when the connection between you is at its peak. Once you place your forehead against his and you fall apart under his skilled hands, he can experience the ecstasy similar to the one he used to when he was mortal.

It's yours. It's borrowed. But it gets him high. The fraction of your pleasure that he can feel through your bond makes him addicted, insatiable. It can be considered selfish when he thinks about it more in depth, however it isn't.

Because he would do it all just for you...even if he couldn't feel a single thing, he knows he would always feel utter love and devotion towards everything that makes you. Your plump lips, your eager hands, your honey coated words, your mind and intelligence, your familiarity.

He'd rip himself apart and turn to nothing if it made you happy.

So he's quick to learn. He learns how to press his cold lips against yours just right...all over again. Relearns how to touch you in ways he used to know by heart. The instincts that seemed to die with his body, he has to fabricate.

There's beauty in those calculations. It comforts him. Because those seemingly "robotic" efforts are naked proof that his love for you will never falter, no matter the form he takes on.

He knows that you see his struggles, notice the smaller errors he makes in rhythm, in the gentleness or the roughness of his movements. But as always, you understand him and his body, the state of it, the "faults" as he used to call them, which you always said you'd love, no matter what they were.

This stayed constant in your relationship from before and now. Your stubbornness to love him through everything , even this, and he'd be a fool to not repay you.

So he makes love to you, under the glossy, shiny stars and then under the morning sunrise, on the wet grass or the cloudy floor of his hidden universe. You'll feel him molding his body for you and pouring his soul into you until you're crying, panting and shaking underneath him.

He'll swallow the screams from your lips as you crumble for him, and he'll engrave them so deep within himself so that nothing could rip them away.

Noone can ever love me like the fictional men in my head and I'll have to accept that eventually . Anyways I hope you enjoyed this blurb, if you did, stay tuned bc this blog is slowly turning into a Viktor shrine.

requests are set to open while this season's high fuels me, so feel free to drop by🩵

[thesaintofpatience]

for all the excellent meta going around about the nine houses and linguistics and cultural homogeneity and so on, I am still desperate for more wildly divergent linguistics between the Houses

holding out for fourth house rhyming slang and seventh house ironic double-verlan and ninth house sign language (for communicating via mute skeleton constructs across snow fields) and third house fan language and handkerchief codes

what slang terms do criminals use in the Dominicus system and where have they bled into common parlance? Likewise what Cohort slang has become commonplace in Second and Fourth that’s totally incomprehensible to the Sixth? What Latin phrases (“fiat lux!”) are a commonplace part of the Sixth vernacular, archaic but comprehensible to Eighth, mystifying to Third? Did Dulcie’s letters to Cam and Pal include glossaries and marginalia explaining synonyms and divergent definitions? Did they develop their own shared vernacular, tempering Sixth House academic prose with Seventh poetic styles, their own shared slang and inside jokes?

What John-isms are retained in the Fifth and Second House (I don’t even mean memes here I mean idioms like “dime a dozen” and “burning the midnight oil” and “snug as a bug in a rug” and “the ball’s in your court”) but not the others? Conversely, what new idioms and aphorisms confuse the hell out of John with each new Cohort intake? Has “needle in a haystack” been replaced with “hyoid in an ossuary” where hydroponic farming is the typical means of agriculture? Instead of “every cloud has a silver lining” is it “even rusty blades have an edge” where weather is no longer as notable an influence on day to day life?

Do they still give each other peace signs? Flip the bird? Stick two fingers up? Is crossing one’s fingers still a hope for good luck or a threat (indicating crossing swords)? Which Houses are known to talk with their hands (🤌)?

I could think about this all day but the main image I have is of Gideon doing this (👌- Ninth House sign language, emulates a skeleton’s eye socket: “I see you/acknowledged”) to, say, Babs (from Third where the same gesture, “the pinch”, emulates gathering of fabric and/or skin to test quality and fragility and is typically deemed a derogatory gesture) and starts an inter house diplomatic fracas

[sapphiresaphics]

Arcane is an excellent litmus test for your media literacy. Not even joking.

Like I love Arcane, but it is NOT subtle. My favorite example of this is when Ambessa enters into Caitlyn’s room in Season 2 Episode 4. Maddie has been talking Caitlyn down and trying to convince her to call off the martial law and reestablish the council. Ambessa needs HexTech and she needs Caitlyn to get her someone who knows how to use HexTech. So she LITERALLY walks over to the fireplace and begins stoking the embers. She’s LITERALLY stoking Caitlyn’s rage and anger. It’s MASTERFUL storytelling and visual framing. Chefs kiss 🤌 10 outta 10!

You can call Arcane a lot of things… But SUTBLE? No… it is assuredly NOT subtle.

Which is why it’s hilarious to me when I see all these REALLY BAD TAKES from people who are confused or angry at the actions of characters or who really cannot comprehend why a character would do this or that. Which indicates to me that they are either not paying attention, or they’re really bad at understanding how shot composition, framing, dialogue, subtext, and everything else that goes into making media WORKS.

Vi is desperately trying to tell herself that Jinx is dead so that killing her wont hurt at much. You can tell this from the cracks in her voice acting, the way she can’t look people in the eyes when she says it, the way she can’t look at the bullet flying at Jinx, the way she IMMEDIATELY stops the second a kid gets in the way and doesn’t try to take the kid off. Like the framing, the line reads, her actions… it’s ALL telling you that when she says “my sister is dead” she is LYING TO HERSELF. It is NOT TRUE.

And then you’ve got people going on Twitter and Reddit and tumblr freaking out about “how could Vi forgive Jinx so easily? This writing is so inconsistent! Can’t they just stay focused? Why is it all so ham fisted? The plot makes no sense!”

And I’m just here like…. Are you fucking SERIOUS? Are we watching the same show? Are you guys really just this STUPID???

I love Arcane. The story is amazing. The characters are complex. The visual shorthand and framing is exquisite. The montages and animation are unparalleled. The story is nuanced and complex while being accessible to everyone, even people who’ve never played League of Legends before.

But subtle?

No. This show takes its message and beats you over the head with it like a BRICK.

How are people missing this stuff?

Are we that far gone as a people?

Are people today just not savvy at all when it comes to the media they consume?

Are people just this DENSE that they can’t read SUBTEXT?

[salfishersface]

Hello! I love your writing. I'm obsessed!! Chefs kiss 🤌❤️Would it be okay to request a Sal Fisher x Reader lemon where he is low key sadistic? (Degrading, punishment, etc). If not, I understand completely!

I hope you have a wonderful day/night 💙

Sadistic || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - Sal can be a little sadistic in the bedroom, but only for you.

Warnings - NSFW.

Notes - All characters are aged 18+!

Notes - Thank you so much! I hope this is something along the lines of what you were looking for!!

Word Count - 0.7k.

{Caffeinate Me}

“You like that? Hmm?” Sal asked as he fucked into you harshly. He wasn’t exactly being the caring, gentle boyfriend you knew him to be right now, but you liked it. A sharp smack against your arse wrecked a sharp cry from your lips. “Answer me you whore!” 

“Yes!” You cried loudly, hands bunching up in the sheets below you. 

“Such a good fucking slut for me,” Sal growled as he slapped your arse again. He was taking you from behind right now, one hand gripping tightly onto your hip that there would no doubt be a bruise later and the other one at his side, occasionally spanking you. Without warning, his hand flew to your hair, grabbing at it and yanking your head back harshly. 

“Sal!” You whimpered, gritting your teeth in pain. 

“What?” He snapped. 

“‘T hurts!”

“Good.” His words brought tears to your eyes, but they were tears of pleasure. Sal pushed your face into the pillow in front of you and you let out a loud scream as his pace sped up to something brutal. Both hands were now grasping your hips desperately like you might try to run away if he let go of you. “Not being mouthy are you now, slut?” You shook your head, but this wasn’t satisfactory. “Say something!” He barked at you.  

“No,” you whimpered. 

“You know what happens to girls that are mouthy?” He bent down to whisper into your ear. “They get punished.” 

“I’ve been good!” You tried to sound confident, but your voice wavered as Sal just laughed at you. 

“No you haven’t, baby,” he cooed, biting your lobe harshly. You felt his scarred lips skim over the tip of your ear before he pulled away and continued his movements, deep and painful inside of you. “You’re never a good girl for me. Always talking back and teasing me, well, this is what you get for being such a bad girl.” You wanted to argue with him. Wanted to tell him that you didn’t do that at all, but then again, that would be doing exactly that. Instead you just lay there, face buried into the pillow with your arse in the air, whimpering and crying as Sal pounded into you relentlessly. “You’re such a good fuck toy,” he groaned, head lolling back as he slowed down his movements before pulling out of you completely. 

“Sal?” You asked, bringing your head up to turn around and look at him. 

“Face down bitch,” he snapped, his hand flying to your hair to rectify your mistake. You whimpered sinfully as Sal inserted two fingers easily inside of your cunt, pumping away at you until you were spraying over the sheets. “There we go. Good fucking girl,” he whispered sweetly, fingers still moving inside of you. 

“Sally please, it’s too much!” You squirmed slightly as Sal continued to move his fingers inside of you, overstimulating your poor, puffy pussy. 

“That’s the punishment baby girl,” he smirked. It was too much that you were beginning to feel lightheaded from the sheer amount of pleasure that you were feeling. “Cum for me again and we’ll see about me feeling up your filthy cunt.” 

“I can’t!” You cried out again, hips jerking. 

“Cum for me slut,” he growled, retracting his fingers before slamming his cock back into you again. The scream that left your lips was erotic, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt yourself cumming for the second time, shamelessly creaming over Sal’s cock. “Fuck yes,” Sal almost whimpered, his cock twitching as your cunt contracted and fluttered around him. “I’m gonna fill you up like the whore you are, m’kay?” It was a question, but the only correct answer was ‘yes please’. You just nodded your head desperately as Sal continued his rapid movements, cock twitching once again as you milked him for all he was worth. Hot, thick ropes of white liquid shot out of his slit and deep inside of you while he moaned your name pathetically, sadistic demeanour slipping as his orgasm rippled through him. “Fuck fuck fuck,” he cursed, hips twitching. 

“Sally,” you whimpered, your entire body shaking from overstimulation. 

When he had finished cumming, he pressed wet kisses to your back as he slipped out of your abused cunt. “You did so well for me baby girl. I’m sorry if I was a bit too much.”

You finally lifted your head off the pillow and smiled weakly at him before shaking your head. “It was perfect.” 

“I love you,” he smiled, pecking your lips softly. 

“I love you too.”

[azriels-shadowsinger]

No. 13 for Azriel please ❤️❤️🤌✨

“Everything reminds me of you, it's driving me insane”

Azriel x Reader

wc: 1.4K

a/n: kinda inspired by cardan’s letters. if yall read the cruel prince series then u know. get ready for some angst yall.

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“This is the last straw Azriel. I can’t handle not being a priority in your life! You always choose Rhys, Cassian, Elain, work, or literally anything else over me. I have only seen you once in the past week, and we live together for Cauldron’s sake! I feel like I live with a ghost. You’re gone before I wake up and you return after I fall asleep!” You yell between tears. “I can’t do this anymore. I love you, but it is too painful to keep living like this.” Azriel realizes where this is headed.

“Y/n, please. I’ll be better. I promise!” He begs, desperation in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, Azriel. You had your chance, multiple actually. It’s too late.” You turn away, unable to look at his heartbroken face without potentially giving in. You can feel his shadows attempting to reach for you as you walk out the door.

———

January 7th

Dear y/n,

Rhys won’t tell me where exactly you left to, but promised he would deliver this. I understand that you are angry with me and that you need some time to calm down. I hope that you will return soon so we can work this out. I love you and I’m sorry.

Sincerely,

Azriel

———

January 29th

Dear y/n,

Point taken, dear. I know I messed up, but it’s been weeks and I miss you.

I know you are getting these letters. Rhys said he ensured they would be delivered. I guess that doesn't guarantee that you will read them. Nevertheless, I am sorry for my actions and I am taking steps to create boundaries in my life so that I can have more time for you. I can prove it, if only you would just come home.

With deepest apologies,

Azriel

———

February 14th

My love,

I had hoped you would return before Valentine's Day. You always loved celebrating this holiday. I know you won’t see them, but I still got you flowers. They're on your nightstand.

It's been over a month. I miss your voice. Please come home.

Azriel

———

March 7th

Y/n,

If this is your way of punishing me, then consider it a success. I’m a wreck without you. Please come home.

-Azriel

———

March 30th,

My heart,

I am begging you to come home. Come home and yell at me, come home and fight with me, just please come home. I love you and I’m so sorry.

Always with love,

Azriel

———

May, 15th,

Y/n,

I understand what you meant about feeling like you were living with a ghost. Everything reminds me of you, and it’s driving me insane. I am haunted by these traces of you around our home. Please end this torment and come back to me.

-Azriel

———

June 7th

I’m sorry.

I love you.

Why are you doing this to me?

I hate myself for causing this and pushing you away.

Do you still love me? Do you even miss me?

Please come home I can’t take it anymore.

I love you I love you I love you I love you

I miss you.

———

Y/n,

This is my last letter. I won’t bother you anymore after this. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy. I will always regret taking your love for granted.

Eternally yours,

Azriel

———

It was another sleepless night for Azriel. He was plagued with the memories of every single time he chose something or someone else over you. He’s past the point of beating himself up over it, but rather, he considers this the worst punishment of all. Being forced to relive each memory over and over, unable to change it. Hating himself and drowning his sorrows in whiskey.

He hears a knock at the door. It’s probably Cass or Rhys, doing their weekly check on him, since he rarely leaves the house anymore. Azriel chooses to ignore them.

They knock again.

“Fuck off, I’m not in the mood tonight guys.” He barks in the direction of the door, taking another sip of his whiskey.

Another knock.

Cauldron boil him, his brothers were relentless. He was going to open the door, but only to yell at them to leave. He grumbles angrily to himself all the way to the door.

“I said I wasn’t-“ It's not Rhys or Cassian on his doorstep. Instead, he sees you, holding a stack of letters. His letters.

This is another dream, he thinks. He must have fallen asleep on the couch. When he wakes you will be gone again, having torn the rip in his heart even wider. But until then, he lets himself indulge in the dream. Azriel doesn’t hesitate for another moment before pulling you into a tight hug.

“My dreams must be especially cruel tonight because somehow I am able to smell your perfume. I can feel your heartbeat.” He mumbles, face buried in your hair. His shadows encompass you two, whispering in Azriel’s ear y/n, y/n, y/n

“This isn’t a dream, Azriel.” You say softly, pulling away to look at him and placing a gentle hand on his cheek. It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, but as soon as he does, he pulls you back into a hug, even tighter than before. You feel hot tears fall onto your shoulder as his shadows surge around you.

“My love, my heart, my star. You came back to me.” He sobs. Your heart breaks at the pain in his voice. You had known he was probably upset about the breakup, but in an attempt to heal and move on, you never opened his letters… until last night.

After several long minutes of intense bear hugs, he finally manages to let go. Well kind of, he can’t seem to let your hand go yet.

“We should talk, Az.” You say nervously.

“I will do anything you want if it means you will stay.”

Gods, you were the worst person in the world. This poor male, who you still love desperately despite your best efforts, is so broken over you leaving.

“I’m not going anywhere, Az.” You reassure him. He finally loses a small bit of tension in his shoulders a the words, but his hands seem to hold tighter. You take a deep breath, trying to prepare for what you have to say.

“I didn’t read your letters until last night. I was trying to get over you, and so I avoided reading them. In an attempt to move on, I had convinced myself you were happy without me. But I couldn’t move on. I couldn't stop loving you. When I finally read your letters, I realized you truly had changed. I should’ve read them months ago. I should've never left. I’m so sorry Azriel. I understand if you need time or if you can’t forgive me but-“ He cuts you off.

“I forgive you. I don’t need time. I only need you here.” He’s so quick to dismiss every mistake you made, it breaks your heart. It will take a long while to reassure him that you aren’t ever leaving again, maybe a lifetime, but that’s okay.

You take notice of his dark circles and how skinny he has gotten. Gods, has he eaten at all since you left, you wonder.

“Let me make us some dinner, then we can talk more, okay?” Azriel nods and reluctantly lets go of your hand, following you to the kitchen like a lost puppy.

———

After several long hours of tears and brutal honesty, you and Azriel lay in your bed, embracing each other.

You spent the next week holed up in the house, reconnecting and reigniting your love for each other. You even took extra time to apologize to his shadows. They were very happy that you were back and made sure to show you so.

True to his word, Azriel never took your love for granted for as long as you both lived. And true to yours, you never left again.

I think I may do this prompt again later with someone else in more of a rivals to lovers type scenario, but I kinda just felt like this was fun for this one and wanted to try it idk

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taglist: @fxckmiup

[augustinepen]

so many things i love about this scene but let's start with:

the writing and delivery in this scene was just 🤌🏽

special kudos to becca coz the way she delivered the desperation that anin was feeling was just masterful.

i know a lot of people were being hyper critical about anin's ways and i understand that but i actually appreciate her patience and carefulness towards pin. it was clear to her what she felt but she didn't impose or force the idea towards pin. she's letting pin figure things out herself (with the help of her antics ofc).

it's also why this scene hurt so bad (like it literally hurt my chest it was crazy). anin knew her enemy wasn't her or pin's feelings - it was time. she had to go back to england eventually so she was trying her hardest to help pin figure out what she truly feels. she wanted everything to be sorted out and be able to fully love pin before she needed to leave. it's also why it hurt her the most when pin decided to ignore her for days. she felt helpless because she was losing that time she was trying so hard not to lose. the way she also delivered that scene where she had to spell out why she and how she realized she loved pin was so good. the desperation in every line as she she explained what love was to her, hoping that it would be enough to help pin but it wasn't. the bitter smile as she realized it wasn't as easy as she thought it was gonna be. that she already did what she could and it may not he enough. the dawning on her that there's a chance the feeling wasn't mutual and that it may just be a lost cause. choosing until the end not to impose the idea that pin loved her but accepting that pin was still uncertain.

both their delivery in that scene was just so good. so was the writing. the writing had just been really good tbh that it got me to come back to fbtwt and fbtumblr.

[manias-wordcount]

Dabi that gets a crush on quirkless reader that he inadvertently saves one day

Then they thank him not knowing he’s a villain like “ thank you you’re my hero”

And he just goes home and jerks off about it.

————

I also want to draw a character for you bc i feel silly rq more than once but not trading anything haha

Keep up the superb work 🤌🤌✨✨

Freak in the Streets (Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 "𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗴𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁." 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗴𝗲𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁!! 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗱𝗮𝗯𝗶 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧�� 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He couldn't stop thinking about the way you looked at him.

Your eyes were littered with tears. Your mouth just barely parted as you struggled to breathe after being choked out by someone else. You have a few bruises. Scapes and cuts and bumps. Nothing that he couldn’t give you. But it was the fear and relief and anguish in your expression as he lit the jacket of some jackass that was in his way earlier on fire that drew him. You were just supposed to be some bitch tossed to the ground and out of the way until he finally dealt with you. Someone he was debating internally about when and how he should kill them. Someone whose face he should have forgotten already.

But then you looked at him.

Chest heaving. Eyes half-lidded. And body looking fucking amazing in whatever the hell you were wearing. You looked at him, and then at the man whose jacket was currently on fire. The guy’s screams were loud and obnoxious and distracting. Shrill and pained. It made Dabi’s blood boil. He didn’t need anyone else trekking down this alleyway and finding this scene. He didn’t need any heroes or police called. They would all just make a bigger mess.

But he couldn’t kill the guy. Because you were still in front of them. You were still looking at him.

It was obvious that you hated whoever Dabi decided to burn. That guy did something to you, so you hated that guy more than Dabi cared to know. But you were shaking. Quivering where you fell, and fuck, Dabi should kill you too just to get things over with. He shouldn’t even be looking back at you right now. He should be making you say your prayers and frying you alive. Hell, the other guy shouldn’t even be alive right now and desperately screaming as he tries to take off the piece of burning leather now singeing its way onto his body. 

But then you spoke. 

“Thank you,” You told him. Your voice sounded so weak. So pitiful. It was disgusting. That’s all he could think about. How disgusting you are. How worthless you are. How stupid you are. How could you not recognize the sight of the blue flames? How could you not recognize that he’s a villain? How could you not know that he’s seconds away from killing you too? But you decide to thank him? You choose to look at him like that thinking that he saved you? “Nobody ever helps quirkless people anymore. You’re my hero.”

He knows that. 

He kills people like you for sport. He kills people like you because it’s fun.

So why is he back at his apartment fisting his cock on his futon and trying to imagine what it would be like if your lips wrapped around his cock instead of his hand?

“Fuck,” Dabi let out a low hiss from under his breath. A long dribble of precum has been steadily leaking all over his hand. His tip looks an angry red color- almost akin to what his hair used to be. He’s more worked up than usual. He usually at least makes it to his shower before jacking off so he doesn’t have to bother with any cleanup. Or he at least finds some broad in the entertainment district to suck him off until he’s had his fill. But as he was unlocking his apartment door, he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. 

Your eyes. Your lips. Your body. Your voice.

Fuck, he shouldn’t have told you to get out of his way. He should have at least frisked you for your wallet. He could have had all the cash you were carrying and had your ID. He could have known your name. He could have had your address. He could be at your place right now, laying you out and fucking you nice and deep and fast like you’re some common whore. He’d make you his whore. He’d have you be his hole. And you’d like it. You seem like the type who would.

He should have killed you.

That’s all he can think about as he tosses his head back and pumps his cock even harder before. His groans have started to grow a little louder than what he’s used to. Usually, he doesn’t even make a sound. Usually, his balls don’t ache with the need to be in someone’s mouth as soon as possible. Usually, he isn’t left wanting for more or a specific person.  Nothing and no one has even been good enough for that. But if the very image of you with your face down and your ass up on his cock is starting to make him weak enough to consider looking for you as soon as he finishes here.

You’re supposed to be nobody special. You aren’t special. You’re not a model who’s too hot for words. You’re not some hero he wants to break. And fuck, you’re quirkless too. You don’t mean shit to him. You don’t mean shit to the world. You’re a bottom feeder. 

But he bets you’d look so pretty with a dick in your mouth too. He bets you’d whine all loud and needy like if he were to fuck your throat. He bets that he could make you cry while you take it all down and swallow his cum. It would probably be pretty easy for him to make you swallow all his cum too. He would just have to get a little rough with you. Push you around. Turn up the heat. Make you know your place.

Hell, that’s probably why that corpse was slapping you around earlier. Maybe you weren’t doing what he wanted. Maybe you weren’t doing what you were told. Nobody likes a pet that doesn’t listen. 

But not everyone is a good pet owner. Not everyone is deserving of that title. But he? He has experience. He’s strong enough to break you in. No matter how much work it’ll take. No matter how feisty or soft your spirit is, he’ll be able to take you. He’ll take you for sure. The body he left in the alleyway for someone else to find didn’t seem like the type to know how to get things done. But Dabi could. 

Dabi could get you crying and choking and swallowing down his cock in no time at all. Dabi could get you on all fours for him easily. Dabi could get you on top and have you ride and bounce off his dick until you could even stand. Hell, Dabi could he get you nice and creamy and ready for his cock every hour of every day if does everything right and steals you away from whatever shithole you crawled out and right back into his awaiting arms. Ready to seal away the lucky little prize you are for himself.

And he deserves it after all. After all the shit he’s been through. After all the shit he’s done. After all the work he’s done to be this powerful. To be Dabi. He deserves it. He deserves you. And you did say he was your hero, right? 

So how about he goes and finds you so you can thank him properly this time?

[darlingpeasant]

I feel like we’ve not talked about Colin unlacing Pen’s corset enough. It was such a tiny snippet, a minuscule moment but my god…

It wasn’t rushed for the obvious reason that it’s a corset… nowadays you just whip off your bra and get on with it but the CORSET? If this man had been dreaming about her ‘other parts’ can you imagine how desperate he would’ve been to tear that thing off? But he was contained, he didn’t rush, he savoured each pull of the ribbon, loosening the garment and slowly revealing what he’d been dreaming of 😮‍💨

It’s an ART, the art of undressing your significant other and in front of a MIRROR???

It’s gentle, it’s soft, it’s intimate, it’s SEXY 🤌✨

[axxa-the-allikatt]

Soooooo I finally got some free time 😃✊ here’s your order of bllk characters with their short s/o with a side of some suggestive interactions 🤌. I’m making it a short series since I probably can’t finish so many characters in one sitting, so tell me if there is anyone specific you’re looking for. I’m gonna start off with my favourites, humour me.

***

1. Size doesn’t matter. I mean your height- your height doesn’t matter.

-Isagi definitely, but also anyone else who might fit this category like Bachira, Kunigami and maybe Niko + Any character from other shows that you think might fit, ignoring the mention of the bllk program <3

The first time you encountered him, the two of you were around only 11 years of age. You had been walking by the park, back home after school, when a ball had come flying at your face, knocking you squarely in the jaw. You had two broken teeth because of this, and the boy who had kicked the ball, our little sweetheart, had insisted on taking you to his home, bawling his eyes out all the way for no good reason, while you intermittently spat what blood was spilling from your gums, freaked out by the little crybaby.

Once all that confusion and worry had passed by, your parents had been given his address so that they could come pick you up.

And that was how you’d snatched a place in his life. That and the fact that once you had managed to get your hands on his address, you would randomly drop by his house on your way home, uninvited, scare the living daylight’s out of him, gratefully accept what titbits his mother would humorously provide you with, give his father a salute on your way out and never bring up the visit again.

Over the next three years, the two of you had gained a reputation as a pair, and it was a well known fact that wherever one of you were, the other was bound to be close by. So much so that your school teachers often questioned one of you when the other was absent to class.

You had grown fond of the silly boy you had met by chance and had often made him extremely flustered with your quite direct flirting conquests, while he hid behind his hands like maiden.

This was quite hilarious to due to the fact that over the years you had remained a short, skinny kid, where as the other boy had out grown you and was now both taller and more muscular due to his football training.

Your friendship came to an abrupt pause as you were to move across the world for your father’s job, with only a week’s notice to make the most of your time with the other boy.

In a moment of childish desperation, the boy had confessed to you asked you out on a date which earned him a good thwack on the head. For what joy was he asking when you were moving half way across the world in a few days and were going to return god knows when. But you had agreed nonetheless, admitting that you liked him too and that you wanted to make the most of your time with him. Ah. Young love.

Four years passed as you lived your life abroad, finishing high school, making new friends, having fun, not growing any taller, but most importantly, you had kept yourself up to date on the events happening in blue lock. Since when did your silly boy get so… egotistical? It was concerningly endearing.

Finally, you received news that you would be moving back to Japan, back into your old house, by yourself, to pursue your studies in psychology and you desperately hoped that he hadn’t moved in that time. The Blue lock program had ended a year ago, and he might have been selected for a team somewhere across the world.

Your fears dissolved into confusion then disbelief as you were met with the sight of the same boy waiting for you at the airport, with a stupid grin on his face, which was doing nothing to hide how obviously he was trying not to cry like the way you used to tease him about.

The second he laid his eyes on you he broke into a sprint, crashing into you as you tumbled over the luggage, putting your arms around him and spinning him around, bursting into laughter as his feet dragged around behind him. He had annoyingly gotten taller.

The two of you had somehow managed to get to his car before you gently pushed him against the door, crashing your lips onto his as he slid down against the door, lowering himself to your height.

Like I said, height doesn’t matter in your relationship. He’s more than eager to kneel to you. You’re the boyfriend.

***

Next up- the boys who think that since they’re taller, they’re the man in the relationship. They get put in their place 🪭. I’ll post it by next week. Probably.

[archangeldyke-all]

Ciao amore, just finished writing down an idea for fake hating with sevika. Not fake dating- fake hating. Sevika and reader being all like enemies in public, but then behind closed doors 🤭🤭

Would love to see you do something with this as well bc I know your take is just gonna be 😚🤌🏽 chefs kiss good fr

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS

men and minors dni

'the last drop' and 'the eye of zaun' have been in a feud for years.

one is owned by vander, one is owned by silco. they've been trying to put each other out of business since their bitter divorce five years ago. the two bars sit across the street from one another, and the owners live in the apartments on top, their four children swapping homes every week.

a lot of locals take the feud really seriously-- there are frequent brawls in the middle of the street when patrons cross paths. vander's customers are all 'old farts', and silco's are all 'trendy punks,' so there's always some kind of issue that's got both bars up in arms and upset.

you try not to get involved. you just keep your head down, wipe down tables, and collect tips.

if you'd known that the man interviewing you was in some kind of lifelong psycho-sexual feud with his ex-husband, you wouldn't have taken the fucking job-- but here you are.

the door to the last drop slams open and you jump, turning around to watch vander storm into the bar. "i'm gonna fuckin' kill him!" he shouts.

at the bar where she's eating maraschino cherries by the handful, jinx scoffs. "you say that every day, pops."

"you tell your father that if he ever tries to steal my fucking cocktail napkins again i'll strangle him." vander huffs. then he turns, and points at you. "rookie." he grunts.

you roll your eyes. "yeah?"

"go across the street and steal all their toilet paper. jinx, go with her."

"i got homework, pops!" jinx groans, desperate for any reason to get out of her dads' constant scheming.

"fine, go alone. take it all!" he demands.

you just shrug and prop your broom up, happy to have a reason to take a break. you'll take a roll or two, but leave enough for the customers to wipe their asses. you're not a monster.

sneaking into the eye of the city is easy, thieram gives just as many fucks about the feud as you do-- which is none. you grab a trashbag from the janitor's closet, then head into the womens' room, ready to begin your thievery.

you get about three rolls in your trash bag before the door swings open, and sevika bursts into laughter.

"what're you doing?" she asks.

you smile from where you're breaking into the next toilet paper dispenser. "you guys stole our napkins? so we're taking your toilet paper. don't worry, i left the stash in the janitor's closet there for you." you say.

sevika snorts and flicks the bolt on the women's room, helping you off the ground and pulling her in your arms. "hey, baby." she greets.

you smile and kiss her lips. "hi, sev." you whisper.

"it's gonna be a long fucking night for us. it's their anniversary." she says.

you groan, burying your head against your girlfriend's shoulder.

you didn't mean to fall in love with your should-be nemisis, what with sevika being silco's bartender and you being vander's. but-- neither of you have any personal stakes in the beef, and your attraction was impossible to deny, and one night as the two of you were trying to impress your respective bosses by shit talking one another, you ended up charming each other, making one another laugh at the insults you threw either way-- and by the time your bosses were leaving to pick the kids up from their after school activities, you and sevika were exchanging numbers.

and now, you're in love, and you're trying your very best not to let anyone know.

"it's surprising that the kids are all so well-adjusted given how stupid their dads are." you mumble. sevika laughs.

"you crashing at mine after work tonight or should i go to yours?"

"depends on what you want for dinner. yours is closer to that chinese place, but we could get italian if we go to mine."

"ooh, fuck, pasta sounds so fucking good. let's go to yours." sevika says. you smile and kiss her lips.

"sounds like a date, baby." you giggle.

just as you're about to leave her arms and head to the men's room to complete your stealth mission, the handle starts to rattle.

"who is it?" sevika calls, panicked.

"i gotta pee!" jinx calls through the door.

"it's not your week here!" sevika screams. she looks at you with a wild expression, both of you trying to figure out an alibi to explain toe jinx why you're locked in a bathroom together.

"pops ran outta cherries so i came here for more. lemme in!" she squeals.

sevika huffs, shrugs helplessly, kisses your cheek, then throws you over her shoulder. you yelp, and start struggling in her grasp.

she throws the door open and glares down at jinx. "i caught this rat spying on the last drop! stealing all our toilet paper!" she growls, jostling you on her shoulder. you muffle your giggles with your hand.

"lemme go you asshole!" you whine, wiggling in her arms, pinching her ass a bit. she jumps, and you bite back your grin.

"ugh, i don't care!" jinx whines. "get outta my way, i gotta go!" she shoves sevika to the side, then runs into the bathroom.

sevika sets you back down in the center of the bar.

"quick thinking." you giggle. sevika's still blushing from the pinch you'd gotten in on her ass, and you kiss her pink cheek. "see you later, baby." you whisper just as silco pushes into the bar.

you jump away from sevika, sprinting out of the bar like you're making a great getaway, and she chases after you, screaming to silco about your horrible theft.

vander berates you for only managing to steal three rolls, but you smile for the rest of the night.

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[stormoflina]

Hello, we desperately need to talk about these 2 seconds!!

- Kostas cuddling Dominik and resting his head in the crook of his neck... I might need to be resurrected, it's so cute I might also die. 🥺

- It's not a want, it's a NEED to see Trent's facial expression at that. He keeps nodding at whatever Klopp is saying, but I just KNOW he wanted to join them. Those are his boyfriends your honor!! 😭

- Klopp moving like the dad who is trying to embarrass his child in front of his boyfriend. Dare to tell me that it's not the vibe he's giving off!! The little ☝🏼🤌🏼 as well!! 😭

- Domi's smile! 🥺🥰