#tw: improper drug use

[secretly-a-catamount]

Let Me Avow

Author’s Note: This story contains mentions of improper use of alcohol and drugs, and suicidal ideation.

  Malcolm Fade fell asleep next to his wife in a rented bed in an exorbitantly expensive hotel in a foreign city. Malcolm Fade awoke alone in his desolately empty bed in his lifeless house in the City of Angels.

  He knew it hadn’t been real, he always did. Always knew that his dreams (or nightmares as he thought on his worst days, the days when he thought he deserved her absence, days when he thought he should slit his throat with his shaving razor and be done with it all) weren’t real, no matter how much the alcohol and drugs and his own want, dusty and disused as it was, tried to convince him otherwise. It hadn’t been real. She hadn’t been real, not for a very long time. Not since the jailers who should have been her family had killed her. Not since she’d been folded in the back of his mind into something that even couldn’t be described as a memory, everything that made Annabel Annbel slipping through his fingers like grains of sand throught the neck of an hourglass. He remembered how she looked — her self-portrait had been one of the few things to survive the fire the Blackthorns had set to their cottage after they had discovered who their daughter really was, who, out of everyone who had lived in their house with her, she loved — but he could not remember who his darling was underneath the weight of time. That hurt. More than anything, that hurt the worst. To know someone so completely, in all their paradoxical perfection and flaws, love them anyway, and then lose them for eternity, every day in pieces until your life was, too.

  Suddenly aware of just how parched he truly was, Malcolm threw off the thin blankets and sheets that covered, pushed himself to his feet, and padded down the long hallway towards the kitchen, ignoring the headache starting to pound in his temples — hangovers and faerie drugs, they were both a hell of a bitch.

  His cellular phone rang just as he pulled a glass down from a cabinet.

  “‘Unknown Caller’,” he mused aloud as he placed the coffee-mug-he-used-for-tea in the sink and flipped on the faucet. “Might it be my foolish lady who dreams of power well above her paygrade?”

  It was.

  “Master,” Belinda began, not knowing Malcolm had just choked on his water, “there’s been a development.”

  Sputtering, he spat into the sink, the last remnants of the hallucinogen tainting the water a strange color before it swirled down the drain. 

  “Belle!”

  Silence except for the steady thrum of the faucet.

  “How many times have I told you not to call me that?” Born from a vampire’s pregnant subjugate, Belinda Belle, or Anne Thorne, as her mother had named her, had the unfortunate habit of following him around like a lost puppy. It was usually useful, although at the moment it was so annoying to him that Malcolm couldn’t wait for the day he could put her down for it.

  “Too many. I”—a shaky breath, Belinda undoubtedly trying to gauge how angry he really was with her—“I’m sorry, sir. Is sir—“

  “Sir is fine. Just tell me what developments you called to report.”

  “The purchase of the theater went smoothly. I’ve contacted a renovation crew and we’re going to go evaluate it tomorrow . . .” Malcolm set the phone to record, muted it, and tossed it on the counter. He was in no mood to listen to her prattle on when he had much more important things to do.

  He showed quickly and dressed even quicker, pulling on jeans, a pair of butter-soft, leather loafers, and his favorite jacket (green and purple plaid) over a cream-colored shirt, stopping in front of the mist-soaked bathroom mirror only to run his fingers through his hair, using product and his own magic to detangle whatever snags he accumulated over his night of fitful sleep.

  He meandered back into the kitchen just in time to see a familiar face flash across his phone screen.

  Dru Blackthorn. Of the younger children she was the one he enjoyed talking to the most. Other than her interest in the macabre, she wasn’t anything like Annabel. She wasn’t as much a haunting of his beloved as her brothers and sisters were. She was easier to pretend with.

  He picked up the phone and unmuted it, shading it from the the glare shining through the window above the kitchen sink.

  “. . . think he’s a good fit for the Followers.”

  “Belinda, I’m going to have to let you go. There’s a Shadowhunter on the other line.”

  Muttering some agreement about how, yes, yes, Shadowhunters were terrible, and they were going to destroy them, and he would save the Head of the Institute for her (Arthur was the only living member of the L.A. Shadowhunters who’d killed her Mother and her “true Master” under the guise of saving her as a child), Malcolm hung up as quickly as possible, relieved to freed of her shrill, jagged voice even if for a few hours.

  “Dru, darling, why ever did you call me this early in the morning? Is everything dandy?”

“JulianaandEmmaareofonapatrolandTybroughtasunkinsideandit’ssprayingeverythingwithitsskunksmellandit’scoveredinglitterand—”

  “Breathe, Drusilla, breathe.”

  She did, the air whistling through the phone’s tiny speakers.

  “Now can you say everything you just said—”

  “JulianandEmmaareoffona—”

  “Slowly. Or slower, anyway.”

  She took another breath, a deeper, fuller one.

  “Emma and Julian—”

  “Better.”

  “—went on patrol, and Ty brought a skunk—”

  “A skunk?” Funny Malcolm. Silly Malcolm. Malcolm who didn’t mind being interrupted with childish problems even though he had much more important things to do.

  “Yes, Malcolm. A skunk.”

  “Black-and-white, four legs, and a snufffly little nose?”

  “Yes.”

  “And Tiberius brought it inside?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And it’s spraying—”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “And it’s covered in glitter?”

  “It started chewing on the gelpens—”

  “—that Jules brought your sister as gift last year for Christmas.”

  Admitting defeat, Malcolm sighed (not so loud as for her to hear him), lightly pinched the bridge of his nose, and slid down to rest upon the floor, one leg bent beneath him, the other pulled to his chest.

    He wasn’t going to get done what he needed to do today. A pity, truly.

  “Can you start at the beginning, please?”

  “Okay, so—”

[mossangelll]

Yandere!Jinx x Reader

Bath Time 🛁🫧

a/n: decided to indulge my weird thoughts…sorry for any grammar/tense mistakes i wanted to write this down so bad i barely proofread 😭

pic from @arcanescreencaps

tw: afab reader, dubcon, improper drug use, smut but nothing too detailed - mdni

Why did you have to be so stupid and sprain your arm? It wasn’t even that bad, just some mild swelling and a touch of discomfort - in the outside world, where you still had independence and freedom, you would’ve handled it perfectly fine.

But you’re with Jinx now, holed away in her den where she treats you like you’re made of glass. In another life her doting care would’ve been such a welcome comfort but here it’s like being stuck under the hot summer sun, stifling and oppressive. She had decided you were too injured to care for yourself so she took over instead. It was finally time for you to have a shower and no matter how loudly you protested she decided that she needed to bathe you to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself even more.

What a load of bullshit.

So, after your ‘tantrum’, she had wrestled you into the bathroom. The tub was almost full to the brim with bubbles and even a…graffitied rubber duck floated along the still surface.

You grip onto your towel and look back at Jinx, who stares you down with a look that says ‘drop it’. You don’t dare challenge her silent demand, you upset her enough by hurting yourself - you’d rather not be punished again.

Your shaking hands let go of the fluffy towel clenched in your iron grip knowing you can’t delay the inevitable any longer. Her eyes seem to darken the second your towel is on the floor, eyes roving your naked body as she bites her lip. Tears well in your eyes at being subjected to something so, so humiliating.

You jump into the tub without a second’s hesitation; all you want to do is sink under the water and drown but you know Jinx would never let that happen. You settle for using the bubbles as a sort of cover to protect yourself from her wandering gaze. She kneels down at the side of the tub getting all the toiletries she would use ready.

She’s oddly quiet as she takes a sponge and douses it with apple scented body wash, her body wash. Her hands are careful as they scrub at your your back, apologising whenever one of her long nails happens to catch on your skin.

It’s not so bad, you think. The water is warm and Jinx had started humming one of your favourite songs. You don’t like the fact that nothing of yours really belongs to you anymore, but you downright despise the way you actually like the way her scratchy voice follows the music.

“Ya know, my sister used to do this for me back when I was little…” Her voice seems so small and pensive as her train of thought wanders off into the heaviness of the humid air as she continues to scrub.

You wait for her to continue but she’s clammed up, focusing instead on getting you clean. The only times you heard about this mysterious sister was when you set her off and she would rampage, letting loose little details her and there in her episodes.

Your heart aches for her but you don’t even know why. She kidnapped and hurt you but still she finds a way to infiltrate every aspect of your being.

Her hands travel to your neck and arms, a trail of suds following her circular motions. Your eyes are closed as you relish in her ministrations before they’re suddenly jolting open, realising where Jinx's hand has stopped.

“Toots, you, uh, don’t mind if I make sure you’re all clean?” Her low voice calls out, eyes glued to where the tops of your thighs would be under the suds and bubbles.

Her fingers tremble under the water, sponge drifting closer to the apex of your legs. You find yourself squeezing your eyes shut out of instinct when you realise how ruddy the apples of her cheeks are, how heavy the pants that rumble out from deep down her chest are. You try to angle your body away from her leering gaze but there’s no point - the tub is too tight and you don’t want to risk her anger at getting everything soaked.

You don’t even bother answering her indulgent question as you know she’s not truly asking you feel about her endeavour.

Your chest is tight with fear and anticipation like ripping off a sticky bandaid that you know is going to sting.

The sponge delves between your legs.

You gasp at the sensation of the porous sponge the feeling so shocking, your thighs tremble in response.

At first she really is just cleaning you and you suppose she would’ve had to do it at some point. You relax thinking you can let your guard down - she’ll move onto your legs and soon you’ll be done. Soon you can forget all about this experience.

But she doesn’t stop. The sponge is now petting you, her delicate manner swapped for harder pressure. Your legs squirm and you try not to keen at the sensation. What is she doing?!

The damp heat in the enclosed room must be getting to your head. You feel a delirious, warmth spreads from the base of your feet and up, up, up; you have to fight just to remind yourself that she is your captor. She is insane and she will stop at nothing to keep you with her, even if it means killing you and taking herself with you.

And still, despite the mantra you repeat, your head feels impossibly heavy and you have to lean your head back just to ease the pressure. She rubs at a particularly sensitive spot and you can’t help but let a small moan slip out from your lips.

Jinx’s perceptive link eyes dart up to look at your contorted face, travelling down your neck and stopping just where the bubbles meet your breasts.

God, you don’t want her to think you’re enjoying what’s happening to you.

But it’s clear she does as the blush on her face travels down to her chest and it’s like she’s a flashing red flag screaming danger but you can’t find it in you to pull away. She lips her chapped lick and grinds the sponge even harder against your clit as your hips cant towards her searing touch.

Jinx has never initiated anything sexual before and now here you are mewling for her as if anything about this situation is normal. You hate yourself so much for giving into her but your brain is so scattered and you’re too tired to revolt against her.

Electricity is sparking down your spine like a live wire in water and you feel yourself reaching your peak so close and just right and-

Jinx pulls her hand out of the water like she’s been burnt. Her eyes blown wide and she seems to be shaking - why has she stopped? She shakes her head as if to clear the stray thoughts that vacate her mind.

How could she do this to? Humiliate you by treating you like a child and then touching you so intimately knowing she wasn’t even going to stick around? Your head feels like it’s stuffed with cotton and you just want to drag her back so she can touch you more.

Her body is stiff as she stands up to dry her hands like nothing even happened between you two.

“I need to uh…finish a job for Silco. You know me, shirking all my work! He’ll kill me if I don’t leave right now at this very second. Yeah.”

Her voice wobbles as she rambles on and you can tell by the way her eyes shift as she avoids your gaze that it’s a lie. You know she knows that you’re aware of this fact. You scoff with a roll of your eyes and splash your foot in the water, booting the rubber duck out of the tub and it plops out with a distorted quack. You feel used, even more so when you realise the fire in your stomach seems to be burning stronger for Jinx.

She scurries over to the exit, hand reaching for the door handle, eager to make her escape before she pauses, turning to look at you one last time.

“You can finish bathing yourself, right sweet cheeks?” Her face is still dusted with pink and her eyes are glazed with wonderment as she stares down. You slowly nod your head yes, anything to get her to leave you alone.

Jinx takes her leave and shuts you in to be alone with your thoughts. She waits for a second to hear for the splash of the water before sliding down the door, long blue pigtails pooled at her feet. Her eyes are closed in bliss and she brings the hand that was washing you to her mouth, taking a tentative lick - as if she’s committing the taste of you to her memory.

A small grin erupts on her face - today was a victory.

She needs to let Singed know that this new shimmer variant was a success, a great one, and she needs more.

[doodlenoodleboi]

Sally face head cannons

Authors note: If you don’t specify I’m gonna pick for you most of the time it’s gonna be headcanons, they tend to be easier and quicker to write.

TW: Not professional, might have misspellings and improper grammar, I just do this for fun. Nsfw, mentions of drugs, stoner Larry, Larry is 2 years older then Sal, some non accurate writing I haven’t watched or played Sally face in years but remember the general plot. Btw when this wrote Sal is 17-19

SFW

◦ Sal doesn’t have the best relationship with his father.

◦ Sal tends to get misgendered a lot to the point he doesn’t even correct people he couldn’t care less anyways and hates unnecessary confrontation.

◦ Sal keeps his glass eye on his bedside table and one nice he actually drunk out of the cup.

◦ Sal isn’t the best at saving money when it comes to video games. He doesn’t spend his money on much In high school besides games for his game boy and other systems.

◦ Sal loves rock music and listens to music whenever he can, he owns an old stereo along with a walk man and mp3 player. (Keep in mind his teen years are in the 90’s)

◦ Along with his hair Sal also ventured in make up in skincare.

◦ Because half of his face being disfigured he tried his best to at least look normal with make up and help it heal better with skincare.

◦ Sal has the worst split ends and uneven layers because he never actually had his hair cut properly he always has done it himself.

◦ Sal is rather geeky when it comes down to it, owning as much technology as he could by in the 90’s.

◦ Sal is most comfortable showing his face to Larry among anyone else almost like a big brother to him of sorts.

◦ Sal gets rather socially awkward when it comes to people liking him so you would have to be in his friend group to have a chance of a relationship or some established connection before hand.

◦ Once you and Sal become friends as he’s comfortable with you expect things like him painting your nails and rocking out to music

◦ If he does later show romantic interest in you before he shows you his face he will be anxious about what you’ll think about him after he shows you.

◦ He’ll even teach you how to play his guitar if you’re interested.

NSFW

F

◦ Sal Is obviously a virgin it’s hard to get close to him let alone take of his mask so you’ll have to have patience to get to this stage.

◦ For-play could be longer then the actual sex for the first time and he might back out from nervousness before you guys can even start.

◦ Sal is not a shy guy maybe introverted but not shy but moments like this make him extremely vulnerable so he’s flustered and embarrassed.

◦ If you find the courage to kiss him he has his mask on he’s whipped. He would be a flustered and embarrassed mess and he might even tell Larry about how exciting it was. You were probably his first kiss as well.

◦ Sal would be around 5 inches 5.5 hard (let’s be realistic here ain’t nobody taking much past that.) Just enough to reach the back of you’re and make you gag.

◦ Sal even if he’s isn’t pornhub but still likes to prep you, after all sex is a rather sacred thing so he tries his best to treat you with care even with his inexperience.

◦ He would probably be a nervous teenager at the back of Spencer’s trying to find lube (that doesn’t get used) and other things trying not to be seen. Covering up this purchases with a rock album or something of equal value.

◦ Sal is big on after care asking you how it was if it wasn’t obvious, he would be nervous after and still not realizing he actually did that.

◦ Sal isn’t big on giving hickeys but he doesn’t mind being especially on his jawline and neck. When talking to his friends he will just say it a bruise or injury just that’s always been there. But it’s almost obvious that it’s not.

◦ Once you’ve done it once he’s nervous to ask for you to do it again so he does enjoy make out session to keep him down.

◦ Sal didn’t heavily masturbate before hand honestly rarely doing it at all until he had sex once and now that’s all he thinks about ever since.

◦ He loves laying kisses against you when doing it but never hickeys as he’s a bit scared of hurting you.

◦ He holds your hands during sex for comfortability.

◦ His favorite positions would probably be missionary and cowgirl he’s a pretty vanilla switch.

◦ Mostly a service top and a shy bottom, it’s not like he’s generally shy he just gets embarrassed seeing you on top but overtime he gets used to it.

Sorry i accidentally deleted the request!

[bokunoheros]

ཐིཋྀ KINKTOBER - day 12 squirting : shouta aizawa/eraserhead

warnings : afab reader, reader and aizawa are married, y’all have a cat, pussy slapping (pun probably intended), this is doo-doo dog shit, like this actually sucks, doo doo fart ass, dookie, poo poo fart, smegma, this fic reads like what sharting yourself feels like, this fic smells like the family bathroom at walmart, we’re fucking twelve (not literally), don’t expect anything else genuinely, butt, pretend this was never posted, PLEASE, day 12 is NOT REAL, THEY HIT THE PENTAGON— MR PRESIDENT GET DOW— bill gates did it, bill cypher is canon, squirting, fingering idk, eating ass, butthole rimming, 2024 election, ellen digestive did 9/11, Trump x Biden, 9/11, hilary emails included, proof of aliens existence, video footage of the area 51 raid, UFOs, alien butt sex, wrong usage of condoms, anal probing, biological dna harboring, sickle cell anemia, KLANCE is canon, Steven universe, major character death, gem fusions, love children, feel like cinderella naega byeonhae, NETFLIX ORIGIONAL, only on Hulu, Elsa x Jackfrost smut, playdough, me x YOU, tiana x nanami au, your mom x me, sarcamouche x kazuha, xiao x venti, improper use of crack cocaine, making herion, mentions of drug mules, dead dove: do eat, improper use of magic, meth making, cocaine balloons bursting, Harry Potter x Snape, hermoine x the whomping willow, herobrine x steve, unfortunate uses of pixels, bakudeku slime, hnnng harder daddy, mmhppgh— yeah yeah right there, cum consumption, cumflation, feeder fetish, oh yeah, koolaid man x me, very improper use of koolaid packets, nickacaco avocado weight loss journey, apology videos (tears included), , banjos, jake paul dcead body in forest footage (NOT CLICKBAIT), live leak posts, webtoon origional, anal stretching, did you know the human anus can stretch to the size of a raccoon?, now you know that, and also, the sun will explode June 17th, 3028, character flaws, bodily anatomy, your balls will explode on october 21st at 7:99am, my gleeby deeby ass, futurama, Micheal Angelo, improper use of abortions, medical surgery on a grape, plastic surgery, baby killing, tampon usage, description of endangered animal poaching, Mario Kart, tuberculosis, ima get it donnnne oh aye oh aye oh, butt stuff, dazai x chuuya, atsushi x akutagawa, mpreg, mad cow disease, omegaverse, ranpo x me, Dream SMP, matpat x scott cowthan, michael afton x freddy fazbear, aggressive typing, bath salts, bath salt inhalation, whippets, galaxy gas, all might is a bottom, skinny men, carrington x shigaraki, anorexia anorexia anorexia, afo x nana shimura, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, BLOODY MARY, TW gun law debates, tenko x mon, Amazon delivery, school shootings, talk of gun laws, bad dragon toys, silicon, aoyama belly button leaking, lego ninjago r34, ninja turtles r34, bloody mary r34, kamala harris r34, tenya iida x tensei iida, jesus x judas, luigi x bowser, sonic and shadow makeout sesh, i fuck your dad, suck his dick reallll nice, penis sounding with dirty twig, orgasm denial, overstimulation, xenotransplants, oviposition, diaper Taco Bell, people die, revival, dark magic, ecoterrorism, global warming, chemical warfare, wanda x the winter soldier, haruhi x tamaki suoh, cosmo x wanda, comicon, bronies, pegasisters, mentions of twilight sparkle dying, twiilight sparkle x mordecai, air planes, shootings stars, night skies, NLE Choppa, we could really use a wish bro, TuPac is back, floppa carts: plompy haze, death of a platform known as tumblr, twitter referred to as X, elon musk creates sex robot that specializes in butthole sex, Tesla sex robot, androids that FUCK, necrophilia, android phone usage, pheromones, premonitions and words of Jesus, divine intution, potion making, heavenly visions, satan, satanic visions, the heavenly principles, celestia is above mondstadt, spiritual healing, veganism, white washing, canon hispanic hanta sero, futanari, blasian mina ashido, bovine spongiforms, Tenya Iida virginity loss, bakugo is a fucking faggot, handjobs, footjobs, peaceful protests, the government is controlling you through vaccines, asian fishing,

vaccines might cause autism, freshwater fishing, they will, xenophobia, hentai hucows, incest, usage of slurs, starbucks coffee, lizards run the world, obama might be a lizard, inappropriate use of baby oil, gojo x getou, day twelve never existed and it was all a lie.

word count : 420k words and 69 pages

🐙 note : we are not locked in we are as loose as a ran through sorority president

🦊 note : i am. i have no words. idek what happened. we ran out of time so we went with the option we thought might make people giggle (no we didnt we did this bullshit for ourselves)(your regularly scheduled content will resume tmr!)

🪲 note : i ain’t fucking sorry

you adored your husband—shouta aizawa—so much so, that you were his dedicated housewife. he made plenty of money as a pro hero and… enough… as a teacher, so that left you to take care of the house and your shared cat. though when he did come home he was way different than he was at work, usually at work he was all nonchalant and cold but at home he was sweet and caring, sometimes even a bit rough. his students would definitely describe him as laid back and uninterested, yet when you were around they were in awe of his personality shift.

[anastachord]

wtf ao3 tags - the sequel

vampire ballet

Slap Slap Kiss

Irish Republicanism

Setting Zombies on Fire

Woke Up Gay

Autoerotic Asphyxiation

i was raised a catholic and went to religious schools so this is the time to exploit that

There isn't a tag for titties OR man titties and that's really disappointing

a sheep farm

Happy Enging

they are GAY and they are STUPID

Misue of Louisiana Slang

FEDDY FABEAR

Subway Meet-Cute

YO-HO-HO HERE WE GO BITCHES

hehe

actual chicken

nae nae swag

tossing salad

Zuho puts coins up his nose

stanky leg

the transgenderification of the ninja turtles

Improper use of OceanGate's Titan Submarine

when the sound "mmmm" is a weapon

Inappropriate use of butterflies

impending doom

that's not what windows are for

when blushing causes an existential crisis

flirting via security cameras

pretending everything is fine when it's clearly NOT

I swear to god there's a happy ending in here somewhere please believe me

Warning: reading this may require the use of a defibrillator

Inappropriate use of mayonnaise

unholy use of mayonnaise

the looming threat of a fedora

zombie chickens covered in jam

religion...???

violence against musical instruments

the mechanics of a good hug

I have been told reading this fix has curative properties, I have also been told that it has killed people

ill advised climbing

this fic is chicken noodle soup for your soul

accidental improper use of setting tablet

screams into the sun

i claim my right to remain silent your honour

I'm happy to announce that I'm back on my bullshit

Inappropriate use of tv

teeth extraction kink

mind fucking, literally

innapropriate use of a santa hat

Reader gets peeled like a grape

torture, visualize peeling a banana

improper use of a detached arm

eats a mushroom and becomes a communist

Inappropriate use of a McDonalds cup

improper use of religiously oriented yogurt

the homeless man i gave a burger to in 2017

Non con bc lamps can't consent

improper use of a wine bottle (it doesn't break)

whipped cream as lube

improper use of a decomposed finger

no children were actually kidnapped, just temporarily acquired

ovary popping like grapes

Improper use of goose

soap uses drugs and alcohol to cope with being a furry

Sharpened Bones of Brendan Urie

improper use of a swiffer wetjet

OceanGate Titan Submarine/RMS Titanic (Anthropomorphic)

Tennis, i dont know how to play tennis

Questionable anger management solutions

setting off fireworks in hands

An abundance of baby oil

submarine sandwich

the mortifying ordeal of discovering you're into bdsm while you're caught up in a political intrigue

Unacceptable use of tragedy

spoilers for the bible... i guess??

exploitation of magical swords

Bees

improper use of duct tape that would make OSHA cry

Punching your future father in law in the face as a metaphor for love

smut bit also i'm too scared to write it

ryan reynolds - Freeform

sharks dying

A walking brick of cocaine

The Curse of the Bonus Vajayjay

Refrigerator

Brief mentions of a dog in a top hat

that one song by the buttholes of whatever the fuck they're called

Sink me like one of your French girls

Biblically Incorrect

Moose

a decade-long streak of Pining is ruined by a false hickey

Tim is homophobic??

this is half smut and half roasting two thirty year old men for being fucking stupid

something that is sort of crossdressing but not really

holy shit barbed dick is already a tag, i fucking love the internet

Robbery, by a dumbass

human toilet

Abuse of gummy worms

someone please help this fish

Mentions of heterosexuality

yogurt (i can explain)

Nuns

Tim gets fucking attacked

weirdly sexual cheeseburgers

university of arkansas

Out of Character, but I'm out of fucks so it's fine

TW straight people

car seats as an expression of love

alarm clock to lovers

it's not game of thrones inspired but it's not not game of thrones inspired so

shoe licking

Inappropriate use of Logitech controllers

Decidedly non-platonic BDSM

how to create a romance epic for dummies

aggressive mutual caretaking

the usual amount of murdering characters in my fics

weirdly long talks about fnaf lore

All the men die but the boats are okay

SPOILER: it is not an egg!!

yelling at people to show you care

set in australia in my hometown but that affects literally nothing

somehow a harmonica gets involved

Top Shadow the Hedgehog

Elevator Butt

gru's noise

Accidental Uncle Acquisition

frog tie

Quantum Mechanics, but wikipedia's version, so take that with a grain of salt

a crazy amount of john mulaney reference that carries on for multiple chapters for some reason

sadist slime

questionable use of dortitos

scandalous use of musical vocabulary

swallowed alive

human on mushroom violence

misuse of whirlpool baths

sir this is a Wendy's pull up your pants

let me delulu in peace

the eternal question of who is doing the laundry

screaming into the void

somewhere ogre the rainbow

a random horse appears

Mentions of a goat

don't let your memes be dreams

shrek eats beans

Santa Claus has seen some shit

green cow milk

erotic birth

unhealthy relationship but in a spicy way

a truly pathetic amount of pining

gratuitous use of Narwhals

one sorta severed limb but not really

putting the fun in funeral

tragedy my lord

is it murder when they die themselves?

meet tired

falling in love over a coffin

dirt as a love language

Sugar Daddy Voldemort

Florida AU

Canonical Character Death, It gets better I promise, the death not the fic

what's the tag for come coming out of your nose

Tentacle Dick, actually more dolphin dick but no one needs to know what i looked up for this

if you guys KNEW my google search history right now

There are deer that are wizards that have human hands

Multiple historical events were caused by a sentient pitcher of Kool-Aid

[decentmonster]

tw: talk about SA, alcohol:

(***note: omigod it is soo difficult to proofread for typos and clarity while drunk while also maintaining like. actual coherensy. i swear to godz this took like. 75 minutes to type. )

I'm currently (at home, safe) inebriated (made myself multiple drinks) (am staying hydrated) with many alcohol and I decided to place a large ice cube on my head just so i could to feel it melt down my scalp. that is the most bizarre thing I want to do while inebriated. *other than like, my desire to currently make pasta or text my best friend to tell her she's amazing and i love her. I will not make pasta bc that involves using a stove and that's not a good idea right now.

tw again: talk about sexual assault:

I do not want to force someone to have sex with me.

though very drunk, I am still very much aware of what consent is and what is good and what is wrong.

(less important for my point about humanity but more currently related to my existence as of this moment; yes I am hydrating and safe).

I know that I cannot reasonably consent in this state. neither can anyone else in this state. addionally, under any circumstances, that I should clearly state any intentions & clarify AND make absolute certain that I communicate clearly & that I am understood ESPECIALLY while in this state.*¹

I am aware of this & am drunk.

a rapist who is enebriated coulld still predate on a victim who is also inebriated*¹

bc even if me & a partner were doing the sexytimes (tm) and shared a few drinks together during that funtimes with the same level of intoxification; I would still know to make sure they were cool beforehand and during the funtimes(tm)

and then, even after confirming everything was like, cool, I'd still be like "hey we're too drunk to do this let's just cuddle"

that is the maximum I'd be cool with doing.

SO

even if a rapist could try to claim they were also "unable to consent" to their choice to r*pe someone, that's total bullshit.

alcohol doesn't like, remove your morality. it just removes the impulse control. you still have those impulses.

drunk me's impulsive thought was to type this while slowly letting an ice cube melt down my head and face. its been an whole hour

like. while drunk. I'm super concerned with even just making sure this is tw'd correctly so I don't hurt someone with bringing up painful topics. in other words. I am even more cautious to ensure that the reader of this post has consented to reading posts on this topic while inebriated.

again

rapists have 0 excuses.

*¹this is Even more than I try to do as an autistic person when I am sober bc I know that I communicate and understand fewer things while inebriated- so like. rather than using my inebriation as an excuse to ignore consent, i want consent's volume to be turned up and captions turned on bc I recognize I might not be able to hear it the best in this state.

*²autocorrect isn't helping me; I don't know how to spell inebriated??? enebriated???? is that even a word?? intoxicated???? under the influence of ethanol's drug effects. that. whatever I am now.

[cryptid-writer]

Some of my favorite and most fucked up scenes for Mukuro so far

TW: Unhealthy relationships, manipulation, abuse, abuse by a medical professional, implied underage drug use, implied underage drinking, improper questioning of a minor

Disclaimers

Mukuro regularly refers to Kurogiri as "Aba" which is Arabic for dad/father. I've debated changing it due to Israel being a terrorist state, but have decided against it as several countries (primarily Egypt comes to mind) that aren't Isreal use Arabic as a language. If this bothers you, do not continue reading.

This isn't the first time Tsukauchi has encountered Mukuro. He's met the kid a couple times before, usually because some hero found the kid. He popped up on the radar because of his resemblance to a missing persons case, however every time the kid is questioned none of his statements are lies.

His name is Shigiraki Mukuro, he's about 15 years old, he lives mostly with his older brother and Aba because quote; “Father is very sick, he needs all sorts of machines to help him breathe.”

Whenever asked questions like “did you see anything tonight” he'll respond with vague answers, but there is no sign of deceit behind the answers. Mukuro is in some ways a little kid, yet in others unfathomable mature.

It's baffling and off-putting every time he talks to the kid, which isn't helped by the fact that Tsukauchi is Mukuros favorite among the police force, and this time is no different.

For once the kid wasn't being questioned because a hero thought Mukuro was being abused or was a runaway, this time it was for obstruction of justice. The thought makes the detective snort and shake his head in amusement.

Mukuro doesn't have an evil bone in his body, he's just a kid who takes vague questions very literally.

———

He laughs brightly whenever he gets odd looks for his appearance. Paler than death, curly mess of green-gray hair, cracked lips stained near black with dried blood.

The first time Mukuro meets a lot of people they seem bewildered he's a teenager and not a malnourished adult. He’ll lean back as he grips the counter and laugh as he swings his legs, enjoying the way their eyes all but pop out in shock. The way many of them lose the ability to speak as he sips whatever is put in his vicinity, not caring what it is. He’ll breathe out his smoke, try anything once, experience everything he can.

Mukuro hungers for knowledge. It is gluttony at its fullest, there is little he won't do to learn. The itch of his quirk manifesting in odd ways, a match made in the underground. A quirk that pushes the user to seek out new situations and environments paired with a mind that soaks up everything like a sponge.

He's happy, Tomura is happy, really the two brothers don't need anymore than that. Tomura has someone to play games with, someone who's unassuming and thus the perfect spy. Mukuro is wanted, cared for.

Small unassuming Mukuro, who heroes can't help but save when he's in “distress”. Heroes who don't realize he's a trap, that he's playing them like a fiddle as they reassure the scared teenager. A teenager who looks neglected, abused, and homeless. He can play the helpless kid and act like no tomorrow, sometimes even nii-chan is convinced.

Those heroes often end up spilling their guts to him or accidentally give him sensitive information.

Little Mukuro, who will do anything his nii-chan asks not out of fear but out of love. He'll do it because nii-chan asked, because nii-chan and aba and father are the only family he has.

He'll do it because people are so easy to silently pick apart when they don't perceive a threat.

———

Father has talked about getting him his own attendant, much like aba is to nii-chan. Mukuro doesn't think he'd mind having another family member, though he thinks nii-chan might get a little jealous if someone joined their misfit band.

Father just shakes his head fondly and reaches a massive hand out to gently ruffle the boys hair. Mukuro giggles as his curls tickle his face and neck, then settles down at his fathers feet with his notebook. He watches the screens that illuminate the room intently, absorbing all information he can gleam from the footage.

Deep down Mukuro knows he's kept around because to All For One; Father; Sensei, he's like a pet. Kept for entertainment and to keep Tomura calm. He knows this yet chooses to stay, where else would he go. Who else would let him just exist as he is. So he really doesn't mind being some glorified pet to the boogeyman.

———

Izuku wakes to blond hair and crimson eyes in his hospital room from the corner of his good eye and panics. He feels like a coiled spring as he falls out of the bed flailing, trying to get away.

The flailing rips his IV out unintentionally, it hurts, there's blood all over his arm now. Running, running, dripping. His wild movements splatter it in wide arcs across the room. The sterile room becomes the beginning of some twisted version of a Jackson Pollock work.

The heart monitor, having been disconnected from the movement, wails as it triggers an alarm. The sticky nodes that have been put on his chest stay, though the wires and tubes pop away from the ports. Twisted and yanked.

Izuku is so panicked that his vision won't focus and he freaks out when there's suddenly a looming figure towering over him from where he is on the floor, gasping and sobbing as he loudly begs for Katsuki not to hurt him again. He apologizes for a million things he has no control over.

A hand roughly grabs his arm and he goes rigid before the instinct to get away kicks in, scrambling helplessly on the floor. He's trying to pull away so hard that his arm pops out of the socket and he injures himself further.

He screams as his bones pull apart, still trying to get away only to be pinned to the floor. The arm his IV was in is twisted behind him painfully as the looming figure puts all of their weight on his back and chest. Unable to expand his lungs all he can do is lay there gasping helplessly until the world goes black.

There is one fleeting thought as he loses consciousness, why isn't anyone helping him? Why won't anyone ever save him, even when he's so clearly desperately asking to be saved.

———

[astrosfaerydae]

Love is the Death of Peace of Mind

Chapter 3: Skin

[word count: 3.7k]

[ongoing fic]

"Why are we at a gym anyways? I thought you were supposed to train me against monsters, not the evils of cardio." He said mockingly, but before he could even begin to laugh Chan rushed at him. He quickly pinned Felix against the nearest wall. Felix's arms were being held tightly above his head and Chan's body pressed flush against his further restraining him.

"Try to get away," Chan said calmly, still holding Felix to the wall.

"W-what?" Felix stuttered. He felt his brain physically malfunction. Less than a second ago he was playfully mocking Chan and now he's against a wall with Chan's exposed chest against him. Not that he was necessarily complaining but Felix had no clue what this had to do with demon defense training.

Tags/warnings:

TW/ RELIGIOUS TRAUMA, INTERNALIZED HOMOPHOBIA, DEATH, BLOOD, EMETOPHOBIA, IMPROPER DRUG USE

Chanlix, supernatural AU, crossover, Chan can't text, Chan takes Felix to the gym, lots of sexual undertones, Felix feels bad about it later, Felix is very distracted, saved by the bell, a wild shapeshifter appears.

Notes:

There's a lot going on in this chapter please head the warnings. There's a little Easter egg in the chapter titles let me know If you find it! I'm working on chapter 4 right now (7/1/23) let me know y'all's thoughts I'm loving this fic so much I hope y'all do too!

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*◞❀.❁⤻ Dazai Osamu - Backstory and Headcanons (Part 1/2)

     Hey there ! Before I start this post, I want to get a few things out of the way ! First off, while I do headcanon/portray my Dazai as being a victim of abuse, that does not mean I will use that to try and justify or excuse his actions against other characters. Do I attempt to portray my Dazai as a sympathetic character ? In some ways, yes. However, I do want people to know that my Dazai has done some things that should not and will not be forgiven (the way he trained Akutagawa, manipulating people over and over again without showing any signs of sympathy, and whatever else comes to mind).

     Second of all, if you are sensitive to anything related to suicide, emotional, psychological, and physical abuse, use of improper pronouns, drug and alcohol addictions, and murder, I’d highly advise reading this while in the right mindset or not reading it at all so that you stay safe and happy. If something triggers you in this post, just shoot me a dm and I’ll add it to the trigger list and tags !

     And lastly, if I mention a character in here that you have as a muse, please don’t feel obligated to restrict yourself to my headcanons and backstory here if we interact ! I’m always open to working something else out ! Alright, enough of me talking. Here’s the beginning of Dazai’s backstory.

BACKSTORY:

Age 14: On the night of Dazai Osamu’s 14th birthday, his parents, former Port Mafia members who defected once their son was born, catch wind that the Port Mafia has found them and is sending over a squad to kill the family. Terrified of what would happen if they were all captured, Dazai’s parents plan to have both of them and Dazai attempt to commit suicide together in an attempt to not be taken in. Although his parents succeed, Dazai is unsuccessful and is eventually found by Ogai Mori on the brink of death. Seeing the child clinging onto life and not wanting to die, Mori takes him in as his patient and helps him, only asking that Dazai help him in return. Dazai reluctantly agrees. That very same night, Mori takes Dazai with him and has the child act as a witness to the death of the former Port Mafia boss, successfully trapping Dazai in the Port Mafia and stating that this was the payment for saving Dazai’s life. This and future events eventually cause Dazai to develop the same mindset his parents had the night they took their own lives: either be free from the Port Mafia or die trying.

Age 15: Dazai continues to act as Mori’s ward and protege, learning the ins and outs of the mafia while not actually being a part of the Port Mafia himself. During this time, Mori begins administering certain drugs into Dazai to make the child build an immunity to them. While Dazai is under the influence, Mori treats Dazai as a doll, dressing the boy up and posing him. On some occasions, he even allows Elise to play with Dazai as if he were a life-sized doll, reminding her “ to be gentle with it ”. It is these events that eventually lead to the start of Dazai’s drug addiction, specifically synthetic analgesic drugs like oxycodone and morphine. Once Dazai turns 15, he’s officially accepted into the Port Mafia and is tasked with finding the King of the Sheep. The events of the Blue Era/Fifteen occur. After failing to have Chuuya be his potential friend dog due to the other boy placing himself under Kouyou, Dazai meets Odasaku, eventually growing fond of the older man and even considering him a friend.

Age 16: Life continues onward with both Dazai and Chuuya climbing up the ranks rather quickly for their age. Although they occasionally see each other and do missions together, their interactions usually end in sharp jabs, rude remarks, and the odd injury here and there. The events of the Dragon’s Head Conflict then occur. Around this time, Dazai and Oda eventually meet Ango, starting the beginning of a friendship between the three of them. On day 70 of the conflict, Chuuya goes to find Dazai so that they can go to a meeting between the higher-ups. Instead of following Chuuya and going to the meeting, Dazai instead informs Chuuya of a more pressing matter at hand: the death of an Executive known only as the ‘Colonel’ and how due to that, there is now a vacant seat in the Five Executives. After Chuuya storms away from the conversation, informing Dazai that he doesn’t care about the position and only wants to stop this war, Dazai begins formulating a plan to both end the war and secure his position as the new Executive, knowing that if he doesn’t act now, a majority of the Port Mafia would support Chuuya as the better candidate for the Executive position due to his actions, something Mori himself couldn’t ignore. Dazai then confronts Shibusawa himself, intending to kill him, but is instead caught off guard and captured, forcing him to wait to be declared missing so that his backup plan (Chuuya finding the microscope, rescuing him, and putting an end to the conflict) can commence. His backup plan then goes into action and in the aftermath, Double Black is born.

Age 17: After the Dragon Head Conflict, Dazai is finally given an Executive position and recruits the Akutagawa siblings into the Port Mafia. He is also put in joint training sessions with Chuuya by Mori, the older man planing to mold the two teens into an unbeatable weapon. While these training sessions did focus on the basics (martial arts, basic self-defense, weapons training, etc.), the majority of the time was spent using the skills they learned on each other at Mori’s request, him justifying his actions by stating that it would make them stronger and that the pain they shared together would make them better partners. Notable training sessions include Dazai torturing Chuuya for three days straight, Chuuya beating up Dazai to the point of him vomiting and falling unconscious, and Dazai waiting for a certain amount of time before using his ability on Chuuya while he was using Corruption. While the two of them have never really spoken about what went on behind closed doors, there is a certain understanding between them that those events will never be spoken about, the fear of being seen as weak or being pitied shared between them. Once Mori’s training sessions are over and done with, the man claiming that their partnership was practically perfect, Dazai and Chuuya continue to train with each other, pushing the limits of their abilities, namely Chuuya’s and how it reacted to Dazai’s. An important thing to note here is that around this time, Dazai truly begins to both fear and hate Mori with his entire being, having plans in the back of his mind the involved Mori’s death and Dazai taking his place as head of the Port Mafia. These feelings also cause Dazai to begin building up a reputation as the most deadly member of the Port Mafia so that no one would question him if he did take over, leading him to give Akutagawa Spartan-like training with his ability, becoming a specialist in torture, and drenching himself in bloodshed. This marks the beginning of Dazai becoming what one could call less than human.

Age 18: While becoming the demon prodigy, Dazai still continues to hang out and drink with Oda and Ango, considering the few interactions he has with the two of them the one bright spot in his life. Around this time, the dangers of Q’s ability are discovered and not wanting to cause another event with such a heavy death toll again, Dazai orders Q to be locked up until they have control over their ability. The events of the Dark Era then occur. One major thing to note here is that many of the actions Dazai does and the words Dazai says are lies or only partial truths. For example, while he did know that Ango was a triple spy, he is still upset at Ango’s actions and wishes things could have been different. He also doesn’t blame Ango for Oda’s death, at least, not anymore. Eventually, the knowledge that the death of Oda and the subtle manipulation of Ango from the sidelines were caused by Mori himself despite all of Dazai’s carefully laid traps and Oda’s last words push Dazai into leaving the Port Mafia for good. One day, Dazai is the Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia. The next, he’s gone. From there, Dazai tracks down Santouka and requests his help in finding a job where he can help people. After being instructed to lie low for two years while his past is cleansed, Dazai then goes into hiding, waiting for the two years to pass by with nothing but alcohol and drugs to accompany him.

HEADCANONS:

The best way to describe the way Dazai acts is “ a human being acting like someone who is not human acting like a human being ”. It’s this phrase that best describes a lot of my Dazai’s actions. While he can show compassion and care towards his colleagues and close friends, he can also be brutal and downright sadistic in the same breath. While many would assume this to be evidence that Dazai is simply pretending to be human, the reality is that it has taken a lot of work for Dazai to get his act perfect. However, that doesn’t mean that he’s a good person; he may be attempting to become better now, but he still falls off the wagon and should be held accountable.

As far as my Dazai is concerned, the Doll Sessions he had with Mori are not abuse. While he does believe the training sessions he had with Chuuya were abuse, he can’t bring himself to acknowledge that the act of Mori forcing drugs into his system, dressing him up, and treating him as an object is also abuse. In fact, he never intends to bring it up. The only reason it was brought up was due to Yosano questioning him about his drug addiction and him explaining how he became dependent. So far, the only people who know about the Doll Sessions are Ranpo, Yosano, and Fukuzawa. In regards to his drug addiction, those three plus Kunikida are the only ones aware of it.

If Natsume Soseki had not stepped in during the Cannibalism Arc, Dazi would have killed Mori and taken over the Port Mafia to preserve both organizations. It’s something he’s not afraid to admit and he’s even mentioned how he will kill Mori if he needs to.

Dazai still considers Ango and Chuuya as friends. Although he doesn’t believe he can act like their friend and as a result does terrible things to them (leaving Chuuya in a forest alone after letting him use Corruption for too long and tampering with Ango’s airbag), he still considers them important and would be upset if either of them died.

Dazai isn’t sure if he should apologize to Akutagawa. As much as he knows how an apology is in order, he also knows that a lot of Akutagawa’s drive comes from wanting his approval and to be seen as strong. As silly as it sounds, Dazai is nervous of Akutagawa not remaining as deadly and powerful as he is now if he ever learned that Dazai already considers him strong enough and is sorry for how he acted. He’s also terrified that Akutagawa would do the worst thing and forgive Dazai for how he treated him. In an attempt to avoid that situation, Dazai continues to try and pair Akutagawa and Atsushi together, hoping that Atsushi will show Akutagawa that he doesn’t need Dazai’s approval so that he can one day apologize.

[thecameronchronicles]

Give It To Me

TW: Smut. Degrading language. Rough sex. Threat with a weapon. A little bit of blood. Drug use. 

SUMMARY: When you toy with Rafe, he decides to put you in your place. 

WORD COUNT: 1900

*Requested* 

Give It To Me

“All right, all right…justone,”You heard him speak beneath his breath as you watched him as he stormed forward, bowing over the table of the shed, his father’s fishing supplies just out of view from where you’d watch him succumb to yet another craving of the White Lady. 

“You know that stuff could kill you, right?” You teased, as he’d flash his set of stormy blue eyes in your direction, now dilated with the effects of his prime vice. As much as you hated to admit it, you loathed how witnessing him slowly self destruction had an effect on you. 

Of course, you kept this veiled beneath banter that was usually returned. But something worn over his expression at this moment had revealed that he was anything but in the mood. And yet, you couldn’t fathom watching him as he prepared another line of his dime bag, therefore you lunged forward until you were able to possess it within your gasp. 

The way his body climbed behind his palms until he towered over you was erotically entertaining as every line of his physique seemed defined in this moment of tension. Your eyes fixated longer than what was appropriate as he pinned you back against the table. 

“Give It-Give it to me-GIVE IT TO ME.” He commanded from clenched teeth, his grip harshly wrapped around your wrist as he forced the bag from your hand. 

For just a moment, you were breathless as he’d never been quite this close to you, your own body betraying the thoughts you should have of him. The details were a bit messy, but complicated is where the Cameron family thrived. Thankfully, you were only a part of this ‘family’ due to the marriage of your adoptive aunt, Rose, and Rafe’s father Ward. Therefore your only familial link made these feelings improper but not illegal-although they should have been…

“What are you doing?” You finally asked, breaking from the trance his close proximity forced against you. Immediately, his hand rose to his chest, broadcasting his usual dramatics. 

“I…I’ve gotta a stepmother who lies to me…And all of you think I’m stupid…” He paused, beginning to pace the small space set in length just before the door, his eyes rising and falling to you every so often as you kept yourself at a distance as the darkness behind his gaze was something new; something you’d only everseen when he looked at pogues. Never to you.

“You think I believe that line of shit about how you don’t know where the gold is?” Your heart raced at an impossible pace. 

“I-I d-ddon’t-” You stuttered, never intimidated by him to this degree, but over this last summer, he seemed to change from the sheepish boy trapped beneath his father’s shadow to one fighting to find his own. It was annoyingly arousing as this confidence was almost as addictive to the remnants on the very edge of his nose. 

He responded to your reaction with a cock of his head, blowing past his lips as if to blow out a birthday candle while still wearing a smirk, your eyes never wavering as he moved closer to you still. 

“Do you think that I don’t see you? Always slithering around…eavesdropping on conversations?” He asked you, continuing to advance slowly towards you, beads of sweat having now formed over his forehead from his passion of your moment shared. 

“So you expect me to believe that you don’t know where the gold is? Always nipping at everyone’s heels with curiosity? And you know nothing?” The anger behind the silent rage of his eyes pulled you to react in a way that you convinced yourself was a simple fight-or-flight response, even if you were aware it was more from desire.

“I don’t…” You began, your fingers trailing up the buttons of his shirt as a scoff left his lips, aware how this was another one of your games. The same ones you'd play in the exchange of glances over the dinner table while your family was none the wiser. 

“But aren’t you tired of looking for it? Fighting everyone for it-”

“It’s mine-it belongs to us…” Hiseyes flickered down to you, his lips parting in anticipation to consider the tease you’d brought before him. 

“Then just like me to you, Rafe..always so close…” You moved to the tips of your toes, this brazen confidence leading you to push beyond what you’d limited yourself of prior to, that curiosity to how his touch would feel now taunting you as his eyes continued their consideration. 

“Just out of reach…” You grinned, pushing at his chest, managing to get just beyond the door before he’d force you back inside, slamming it closed behind you. The taunting you’d begun would now threaten to be fatal as you watched him collect a knife from a table beside the door, pulling it in your direction. 

“You know where the gold is and you just want to keep it for yourself…” He moved impossibly close, the threat of the blade catching the light as your breathing suddenly shifted from that confidence to distorted exhilaration. 

“Right?” His eyes pulled into a roll, the most attractive he’d ever been now being witnessed by you.  But once your hands rose to try and create some distance between the two of you, he’d lifted the edge of the blade beneath your chin. 

“You think it’s funny to tease me? Think I won’t act on it, huh?” His head cocked insurveying your clothes, a simple summer dress having covered a figure he’d only ever noticed when clad in a bikini-his most lustful of thoughts originating from the poor excuse of fabric that tormented him the summers prior. 

“Think I’ll take pity on you because you’re Rose’s niece?” He scoffed. 

“Not even by blood..” The mention of the final word sent his lips to a terrifying grin, “Blood…” He now carried the very edge of the blade to your lips. 

“Such pretty skin…would look SO much prettier marked up-”

“Rafe-”

“Maybe a little R…right here?” He asked, applying just enough pressure for a gentle sting to develop on your chest, just above your left breast. 

“Maybe my full name on your thigh so you’ll always have me between those legs…” His eyes suddenly flashed from his intention now back to you, “Its what you want isn’t it? Want me to fuck you…yeah?” 

“R-rafe, please…I just-”

He clicked his tongue to silence you, drawing the blade back to your dress, this time, taking its edge along your faux buttons laid on the front. 

“You don’t want to tell me what you know…Then I’ll take the only other thing I want from you-” Suddenly you were turned to the table, bent over its surface as the blade was in a threat at your back, the thrill of his influence dampening you in such a way that made you question your sanity. But at this moment you didn’t care about anything but his touch-that depraved and even deprived touch. 

“You try anything and I’ll give you an entirely new reason to scream, sweetheart…” He continued to threaten, knife drawing a small line of blood from his pressure, before he’d use his other hand to dismantle his belt and pull his pants low enough to reveal himself behind you. Once exposed, he set his focus to your dress, fisting it high enough to bring your lace panties to view. 

“You’ve probably never had anything but your own fingers…” He commented in a scoff.

 “Probably always thinkin’ of me…Guess you should thank me then…” He offered a half laugh before tearing the panties loose with the use of one hand.

The sound of him spitting on his hand drove your nails into the table in front of you as you’d accepted your fate-a fate you had secretly thought of in your more intimate moments at night, when he was only separated from you by a few doors and about three meters of corridor. 

“Shit…” He breathed behind you. “Didn’t even HAVE to use my spit, you’re fucking soaked!” You whimpered, well aware of this. 

“Is it from me? Or the knife? Huh?” He asked, applying pressure once again as you continued to mewl as he pressed himself against you from behind, his size just as intimidating as his ego. 

“Doesn’t matter…either way, you’re getting fucked…”

“Rafe-” You turned to face him, not sure what it was you would say once you did meet his gaze, but unable to continue as he suddenly pushed his way inside of you. 

“See how easy I slid in? You know why?” He asked, grip moving from your dress to your hair.

“Because you’re a fucking slut…Just waiting for someone to fuck the brat right out of you…Guess that’s up to me.” He laughed in victory, pumping himself into you with cruel thrusts that were anything but compassionate. 

And yet, it had been this roughness that had you crying out his name in ecstasy. What you denied more to yourself than him, especially in this moment, was just how this bitter coldness sent your thighs pressing together in reserved lust. The agony of your want sending your usual grace into erratic spurts of recklessness as you’d craved exactly this. You wanted to be consumed by him. And now, you've gotten what you wanted. 

“Still don’t want to tell me where the gold is? Might even let you come if you’d tell me…God knows you fucking need to, you’re so goddamn tight-” He huffed, pushing his palms into your back to keep you flat as you writhed beneath him. The cold metal of the knife worn against your exposed skin kept upright by his renewed grip, his thrusts continuing in a frenzy. 

“Rafe, please!”

“Please what? You want me to stop?”

“N…no…” You confessed. 

“I knew it…you so fucking desperate for my cock, huh?”

“Yes…” You whimpered as he pulled you up by your hair, never ceasing his motions as he continued his thrusts. 

“Then take it!”

“Fuck!” You reacted, a sharp inhale caused by his merciless actions.

“Yeah, yeah yeah-” He clenched his teeth behind his words of approval, your body, the perfect vessel for his release; seemingly tighter and wetter each second. 

“You wanna make me come? Huh? You want me to fill up this tight little pussy with my cum?” You couldn't speak, his fullness making you mute as he tightened his grip, bringing amix of pain and pleasure throughout your nerves. 

“Tell me, bitch, come on-all you ever do is fucking talk…”

“Yes please!” You moaned as he scoffed, a sudden withdrawal making you gasp. 

Your hips were suddenly turned to him as you were able to eye him for the first time in all his glory. Shamelessly nude, casting his perfect anatomy before you, he allowed you just a moment of observation, before leading the knife back to your lips. 

“Knees. Now.” You obeyed, licking your lips to what you knew he wanted, before taking him in your hand. 

“You try anything but choke on me and I’ll mark you up so well that nobody else will ever fuck you again…Maybe I’ll do that anyway…keep you to myself, huh?” You nodded as he breathed in erratic approval. 

“Shit, you’re more fucked than I am…So show me just how much…How badly you want my cock…”

He was directed between your hollowed cheeks, taken in rough repetition to the back of your throat as he growled in approval, those sounds guttural and animalistic and every bit of an endorsement behind your own need of a growing release. You needed him to come, you needed to please him, to prove something to him-something you couldn’t understand, but something that drove you to lead him to that cusp of his orgasm as he called out your name in passion. 

“Swallow.” He demanded, slowing his motions to threaten the knife to the side of your throat as he used his second hand to tighten the grip in your hair and fuck your throat raw, the muscles tense and the gag now an echo behind his chuckles, while you allowed it all for the continuation of those decadent moansof ecstasy from his throat. 

“All of it.” He ordered, the final thrusts pulling his cum into ribbons of salty warmth down your throat, the blade suddenly sat at your bottom lip. 

“Open.” You acquiesced, a wicked smile spread across his face as he brought you to your feet, a deep French kiss surprising you while your arms fisted the fabric over his arms. 

“You EVER get in my way again…You’ll be fucked an entierly different way, sweetheart…” He released you, leaving you questioning if he was more lover or friend, the latter impossible with someone as selfish and wicked as Rafe. And yet, you needed him. You needed even more…

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets

[outlustings]

good christ your writing is like a drug i have read through every dang post You Have Posted. in that eddie nsfw alphabet i peeped a little sneaky rimming action in there- could i request afab!reader rimming eddie with some degradation thrown in? i feel like he’d be the type to get nasty with it, blabbering about how filthy and intimate and lovely it is to have his darling bride stick their tongue up his hole. of course when you have the time! i am a paragon of patience. xx

(you know he's the kind of perfectly straight male specimen, trademarked and all, to turn into a nasty lil bitch when his ass is played with. you know it.

this ask is so good like hello? genius.

this kind of sucks but like. oh well.)

×

EDDIE GETTING RIMMED

First of all, Eddie will never initiate it by outright saying what he wants.

So, most of the time, it's you who has to do the dirty work, whispering into his ear how you'd love to eat him, how you crave it - oh, would he please, please let you do it?

The begging makes him insanely horny.

And it gives you a good chance to feel his fingers in your hair as he yanks your mouth close to yours, his face red from embarassment and arousal as he grits his teeth; "Oh really now? You'd like that, you filthy bitch, hm? Whore. You're a sinful, sinful whore..."

But he's relieved he doesn't have to initiate it. He doesn't have the balls to ask you.

He'll force you on your knees, with him leaning/sitting on one of the tables in the sewing room, his fingernails digging into your scalp as he bucks his hips against the softness of your cheek, dragging the tented fabric of his trousers against your skin.

It's a punishment, for being such a naughty little thing, for being such a lascivious, slutty wife - that's what he says as you open his fly with tremblibg fingers, trying to hide your grin as he grinds against your touch.

Grip onto those powerful thighs, try not to think of how incredibly dense and heavy they are as you imagine them on your shoulders, shuddering with pleasure.

Start sucking his already-hard cock, watch through your eyelashes as his jaw falls slack, his mouth curling into a weak grin as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat, just for a while.

Let him fuck your mouth.

He'll snap his hips forward, nudging you towards his balls, and that's a wordless command, a cue, for you to start grabbing his ass, dragging his trousers down the curve of his muscular butt, revealing him to you as he braces against the desk.

Massage his asscheeks, knead them the way he always touches your ass as he fucks you from behind - make him feel special as you moan around his cock in your mouth.

Don't mention how his breath hitches, how his grunts turn into wanton moans. Don't dare mention how he's desperate for your tongue inside him, his hips bucking further up, his balls on your tongue as he pumps his shaft, all the while your hands are on his ass as he spreads his legs. Don't mention any of it. It would be improper.

He loves your moans. They drown out his own.

"That's it, aren't you such a dirty little slut? Ah, such a pretty mouth, such a filthy, dirty, nasty mouth... You're going to have to - mmh - keep this between us, darling, I still want to get married, despite this... This whorish side of yo-uff! Fuck!"

He's on his back, on the table, legs spread and trembling in the dusty air as you dive between his legs, your other hand tugging on his cock as you swirl your tongue around his asshole.

He'll grind against your face, your tongue slipping inside him and his balls twitching against your nose as you stroke his cock, he's painfully hard. Grazing your nails on his inner thigh, keep on lapping at him, his precum dribbling down your knuckles as you jerk him off, his hands in a war between grabbing your head and shoving you deeper and gripping the table.

Eddie is always loud, but this - guttural groans as you eat his ass, stroking his cock, soft laughter brewing in his chest as he twists your hair, pushing your tongue deeper - this is something else.

"Oh, fuck, that's it. Such a filthy little bride I've got... You're a disgusting thing, aren't you?"

Just nod, he loves it when your tongue moves inside him as you nod.

Those strong thighs on both sides of your head... He could kill you with them.

But he doesn't, because he's in love with you as you gasp for air, chin wet with your spit as you come up to give him an adoring look, before you lave your tongue against his balls, down his perineum, your head dipping back between his legs.

He loves it.

And when he's about to cum, his dirty talk gets feverish, needy.

"Such a filthy fucking whore... You like being - hah - being humiliated, serving me like this? Yes? Hmm, you're such a dirty slut, such a twisted little cunt, oh, I'm going to have to punish you - even - further."

With the word even, Eddie will push you further against his clenching ass, making you whine as he fucks your face. His large hand shoving your face against him as he grinds against you, bucking his hips into your hand as you stroke his throbbing cock.

"That's it - oh, darling, you - god - your mouth on me... Fuck, you're so filthy... I know your cunt is dripping right now. Fuck..."

He cums with his hand on your wrist, your name on his mouth as you stroke him through his orgasm, cum spraying on his heaving chest and in your hair as you keep on licking his clenching asshole. You moan against him, feel him gasp and shudder.

You can hear the creak of his boots as his toes curl inside.

He moans in ecstasy and slumps back on the table, his abdomen quivering as you raise your head, lick a stripe on his skin, tasting his sweat, his cum.

He'll pat your head clumsily, give you a smirk before wrenching himself off the table with a goofy lil' "oomph".

And off to the more than questionable showers of Mt. Massive you go, Eddie's footsteps a little heavy and wobbly, but his arm around you making you feel warm and fuzzy.

As a reward, he'll eat you out in the tub.

[noladyme]

I am your MASTERlist...

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher, Netflix) 

The Frog Princess  She had no wish to be bound down to anyone, but Y/N none the less found herself being dragged across the continent; to marry King Foltest of Temeria. Instead of pomp and spectacle; she was accompanied by the witcher, Geralt of Rivia. Their travels would bring both monsters, lust, love; and heartache. All sound tracked by an endearing buffoon of a bard, named Jaskier. (Geralt x reader. TW: angst, violence, smut, fluff, assault, heartache, Jaskier fillingless pie singing): 1 - 2 -  3 -  4 -  5 -  6 -  7 -  8 -  9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - Epilogue

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Clark Kent (Man of Steel/Batman vs Superman)

xo - Red (Clark x reader one-shot. TW: explosions and fluffy fluff)

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Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

The Crown Princess of Charming Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. This Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life. (Jax x OC Cat. TW: angst, violence, smut, fluff, assault, drug use): 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16

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Rick Flag (Suicide Squad)

Chess Y/N never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. She only took what she needed, or what she felt others needed. She’d stayed out of sight for a long time, avoiding anything that could get her in to too much trouble. But for some reason Rick Flag shows up in her life, and in an instant, everything changes. (Rick x reader. TW: angst, violence, smut, fluff, assault): 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 -  8 - 9 - 10 - 11 -  12 -  13 - 14

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James Delaney (Taboo)

The Wife It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. As rumors spread that Mr. James Delaney had returned to England – making a dramatic arrival at his father’s funeral – you might imagine mothers throughout London, rushing to present their marriable daughters to the man. They did not; and for three very good reasons. First; James Keziah Delaney was clearly damaged from his travels, and not a little dangerous. Secondly; it was the general opinion of the better society that Mr. Delaney had inherited his mother’s madness. Thirdly; Mr. Delaney was not single. In fact, he was very much married. (James x OC Rosalind. TW: angst, violence, blood, smut): 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 (work in progress)

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Raymond Smith (The Gentlemen)

As It Should Be (Ray x reader one shot. TW: Smutty smut, spanking, language, improper use of fancy utensils)

As You Should Be  (Ray x reader one shot. TW: Smutty smut, language, cunty heiresses)

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Angel Reyes (Mayans MC)

La Cuervo She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind... (Angel x OC Nina. TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst) 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - Epilogue

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Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Annabel Leigh series (Spencer x OC Annabel):

Pretty Ugly Annabel Leigh joins the BAU on her first case. (TW: death, murder, child abduction, slow burn) 1 - 2 - 3

Pure Intentions  Emotions are brewing. But is it real, or is Annabel a replacement? (TW: death, murder, misogynistic dirtbags, kissing) 1 - 2 - 3

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Donnie Angst Fics

TMNT - All Media Types

[TMNT 2012]

[TMNT 2003]

[TMNT 2018]

[TMNT IDW]

[TMNT 2014, 1987, 1990s, 2007]

For a Good Time . . . by crabapplered - Raph goes to very ugly lengths to keep Donnie safe (tw abuse, turtleceest, noncon, explicit sexual content, violence, victim blaming, internalized victim blaming)

Just Like Me by what_should_i_post_here - Donnie is trapped and Raph doesn’t know who either of them are (tw turtlecest, rape, explicit sexual content, victim blaming, unhealthy relationships, imprisonment, implied mind control/brainwashing/amnesia)

Contradictions by tmntraphfan - In which Donnie’s desire and loneliness makes him cruel (warnings for victim blaming, rape, turtlecest, explicit sexual content, out of character behavior, nonconsensual drug use) speeding through red lights into paradise by orphan_account - Donnie worries for Mikey, and Mikey keeps him flying to pieces (warnings for turtlecest, anxiety, violence, codependency, mental health issues) 25 by Connie Nervegas - Donnie and Raph find themselves on different sides of the same hell (tw health issues, torture, slavery, violence, death, gladiators, psychological torture, horror, improper corpse disposal, corpse eating) Frequent Flyer by RenaRoo - Donnie has a harder time adjusting to training then his brothers (tw insecurity, self-esteem issues, canon-typical violence)

Old World and the New by Aubretia Lycania - Donnie considers a family tradition and pushes new limits (tw for self-harm, family dysfunctional, communication issues, discussions of death)

Rope by Crabapple Red - Donnie makes a discovery about his brothers that is more than a little trouble, but ultimately leads to an impressive revelation (tw turtlecest, explicit sexual content, consent play, communication issues, misunderstandings, mild genital torture)

“Bad Example” from The Shinobi's Garden by taizi @taizi - Donnie and Mikey come to term with their family’s tradition of sacrifice (tw injuries, implied violence, family dysfunction, self-sacrifical/suicidal behavior)

“B Team (Mikey & Don - Wishes AU)” from The Shinobi's Garden by taizi @taizi - Donnie does his best to keep his little brother safe (tw implied violence and bullying)

“Be Okay (Mikey & Don - Problem Child AU)” from The Shinobi's Garden by taizi @taizi - Mikey’s not doing too well, and Donnie just wants to fix things (tw health issues, sickness, worry, separation)

“Parables and Proxies (Mikey & Don)” from The Shinobi's Garden by taizi @taizi - Donnie and his brothers make a mistake, and Mikey pays the price (tw helplessness, separation, betrayal, general misery, self-sacrifical/suicidal tendencies)

“Severe Reaction (Mikey & Don)” from The Shinobi's Garden by taizi @taizi - Donnie pulls himself back together after almost losing his little brother (tw allergic reactions, health issues, near death experiences)

“Good Genes (Mikey & Don)” from The Shinobi's Garden by taizi @taizi - Donnie is haunted by a very ugly dream (tw violent thoughts, nightmares, self-doubt)

“A Stoic Mind, A Bleeding Heart (Mikey & Don)” - from The Shinobi's Garden by taizi @taizi Donnie gets talked into a prank with painful consequences (tw guilt, bullying, dysfunctional family, injuries)

“Headstrong and Our Hearts are Gone (Mikey & Don)” from The Shinobi's Garden by taizi @taizi - Donnie tries to protect his little brother from the family angst fest (tw injuries, implied violence, guilt, dysfunctional family)

“Middles” from 100 Challange - TMNT by Kamefootninja (Kame630) - Donnie considers his place in the family hierarchy (general warnings for family issues, self-doubt, possible neglect)

“The Secret” from The 100 by Alessa_DC - Donnie and Raph cope with a difficult revelation (warnings for turtlecest)

“Caught” from The 100 by Alessa_DC - Donnie is trapped by a very familiar enemy (tw imprisonment and implied brainwashing)

xxi. pacifism, xxiii. vapor, xxv. frail, xxvii. sweetness, xxviii. impenetrability, xxx. Imminence “xxi-xxx” from Diffraction by AngelDormais - Donnie-centric drabbles from a larger series (warnings for violence, sickness, character death, grief, trauma, separation, injuries, mental health issues, physical health issues)

“Leap” from The Secret Anthology by Amitica Revenant - Splinter wants to teach his children how to defy gravity, but one is a slow learner (tw near child death)

“Lean” from The Secret Anthology by Amitica Revenant - A young Donnie has trouble devoting equal focus to his physical and mental development (tw insecurity and roundabout discussions of violence)

“Inside - Part 1” and “Inside - Part 2” fromThe Secret Anthology by Amitica Revenant - Donnie disappears to a place his brothers can’t follow (tw mental health issues, physical health issues, dissociation, discussions of euthania, dissociation, mental illness, family dysfunction)

“Losing Odds” from The Secret Anthology by Amitica Revenant - Donnie knows that he and his brothers will only get so lucky (tw lack of mutant rights, discussions of violence, imprisonment, and dehumanization, hopelessness)

78-116 of this Leatherhead x Donnie collection (the angsty section; tw PTSD, past medical experimentation, trauma, major character death, violence, destruction, mental health issues, flashbacks, explicit sexual content, implied noncon)

“Chapter 1: Determined: Splinter” Drabbles Forever by Mikell - Donnie pushes himself past the brink to win (tw blood, hiding injuries, violence)

Keepsake from @sleepingseeker - Donnie’s old dreams have been returned to ugly memories (tw major character death, grief, and fire)

Treasure Map from @sleepingseeker - Mikey and Donnie consider how they’re alone and how they’re not (tw societal isolation)

Starts With One by transdonatello - Donnie seeks refuge with April, but it can’t last (tw implied rape, implied abuse, implied turtlecest, explicit sexual content, trauma, injuries, self-esteem issues, background family dysfunction)

Breakdown from @sleepingseeker - Donnie’s going to pieces, and decides to take his lab with him (tw mental health issues, self-esteem issues, destruction, anger, overwork, stress)

Collapse from @sleepingseeker - Donnie fights for his life in a collapsed building, but the danger has only begun (tw major character death, destruction, guns, being buried alive, imprisonment)

“Discrepancy” from HushBats' TMNT Drabble Collection by hushbats @hushbats Donnie discovers a shocking family secret

“Little” from ABC TMNT by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - 2012/2014 crossover. Donnie sees what his family might become, and it’s not pleasant (tw violence, past child abuse, past trauma, family dysfunction)

“​​Head in the clouds but my gravity centered” from It's your Candyland where dreamers dance (And I promise that it's safe) by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Donnie’s mind is wandering worse than usual, and he can’t help feeling like he’s missing something (tw memory loss, identity issues, mind control, overwork, slavery, imprisonment, implied violence)

“Singing” from Bitter Winter Nights by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Donnie finds his own way to cope (tw violence, torture, unethical medicine, mental health issues, implied character death)

“Just waking up” from in “Embrace” from We All Need Someone To Lean On by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters - Mikey wakes up with Donnie in a dark and frightening place (tw imprisonment, implied violence, implied torture, injuries, blood)

[simpcxty]

Y/n Kaminari

So… it’s been a minute. I just didn’t really know what to write, so I hope this is good.

Characters aged up to 21+

TW: angst? Abusive parents, mentions of improper quirk use, angst to fluff, cursing

Part 1

Part 2

How to explain your disappearance to your parents was beyond you.

Even as you walk up to the house steps, your brain is still scrambling for an excuse. You shouldn’t need one, but they’re so obsessive.

They need to know everywhere you went and everything you did.

Maybe that’s why you hid things as well as you did.

But this was spur of the moment. You never do things like that. Because you always knew it wouldn’t blow over well in the end.

Ya know for heroes, they’re actually pretty shitty parents.

As soon as you walk in the door you’re reminded of that.

“Where the hell were you?” You sighed and start walking up the stairs to your room.

“You can’t just disappear like that Y/n!!” Mom following being me quickly while dad yelled.

“You live under our roof therefore you follow our rules.” As if.

“Oh shut the fuck up. I’m eighteen. I’m getting my shit and leaving.”

“The hell you are! You’re telling us where you were last night young lady!” I knew they were delusional but this is bad.

“I already told you I was at a friends. Fucking Christ, I’ve had enough of this shit!” You open the window and throw your backpack out and climb up into it.

“Shut the hell up and get back inside.” You sighed and rubbed your temples.

“You aren’t getting it, are you? You don’t fucking control me anymore dumbass.” Their eyes widen and you can only laugh as tears stream down your face.

“You broke me into millions of irreparable pieces, and now you’re unhappy with how I managed to put myself back together. As if you’d ever approved of who I was in the first place!”

“Y/n. Calm down.” Of course they’re singing a different tune now.

Now they’re scared. They can’t handle you like this, and they’re also running the risk of neighbors coming out and seeing the scene.

“Calm down? You call yourself heroes, but what’s the difference between heroes and villains anymore? Is there really a difference when we all have the same blood on our hands? We just like to pick and choose who gets away with the blood.” Mom starts crying at that.

But everything Zeus said made sense.

In fact, you agree.

“You’re a monster Y/n-” Your dad is spewing venomous words at you, but you’ve already tuned him out.

“I think there’s another word you’re too scared to use. Because you can’t stand the idea of your own child being a villain. Can you? But I mean COME ON DAD! Lets be honest here. This is all your fault!”

“We had such high hopes for you Y/n-!”

“PUT A CORK IN IT! YOU DISGUST ME! I CAN’T STAND YOU! You were supposed to love us you fucking flameouts! NOT USE US TO MEET YOUR OWN FUCKING FAILED ACHIEVEMENTS! All they were to you was nuisances! Just admit it!”

“We have nothing to admit!” The urge to wrap your hands around their throats increased and you laughed.

“I hope you rot.” You jumped and grabbed your bag, booking it down the street as neighbors start to file out of their houses.

“I love you Y/n!” Denkis voice shouts out and you sob, only hoping he can hear you shout back a gut wrenching ‘I love you’ in response.

Denki cries as your parents hands rest on his shoulders.

“She’ll be back.” His fists clench as they squeeze his shoulders tighter and his stomach flips.

“She has no where to go.” He feels like puking but he can’t do this anymore. He can’t handle this anymore.

“You’re wrong.”

“What?” The spite and venom in his voice doesn’t scare me anymore.

“You’re wrong. She has the perfect place to go.” I stomp my feet down on theirs and run.

Hey I mean I have ¥30,000 on me. I can just get new necessities.

“Denki get back-!”

“What’s going on out here?”

“Yeah, why was your daughter hanging out the window like that? Why does it seem like she and your son are so eager to get away from you?”

“What did you mean by ‘we have nothing to admit’? Most people who say that have something to admit.”

—————

People stared as you ran down streets and ran into them, desperately pulling yourself away from the hell that was destroying you.

“Bastards. Fucking bastards.” You panted as you lean against the wall of a random alley.

What is it with me and alleys? I really gotta start avoiding these things.

“Y/n? Where have you been?!” I know that voice.

“Midoriya? Why are you here?”

“I saw you running down the street. Are you okay? Denki has been calling me non-stop.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Stuff like, he’s glad that you’re doing what you want to do. He’s glad you guys aren’t living for your parents anymore, or something like that.”

“He sure likes to talk huh?”

“Not much recently. He’s been pretty quiet. Some shit about people picking on him because his quirk is stupid. We’ve tried telling him that it’s bullshit and he’s super coo-“

“Can I tell you something about heroes Izuku?”

“Uh, sure..”

“They’re not always as good as they present themselves as. I’m sure you know that first hand with Shoto.” His eyes widen and he clenches his fists.

“Are you a bad hero Y/n?”

“No, but I know people that are. They can present themselves as heroes all they want, but they might as well be villains. Have a nice day Midoriya, I’d appreciate if you didn’t tell anyone about this interaction.”

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“Where is she?!” Tomura’s throwing another bitch fit.

“I’m sure she’s fine Shig. She’s got Zeus!” This is the fifth time today.

“What if she got hurt?” He scratches his neck as tears fill up his eyes.

“You’re being ridiculous. She has a God inside of her!” Dabi coughs as he blows out the smoke from the joint he’s smoking.

The bell to the dispensary door rings and Tomura’s eyes whip over to see you. Hyperventilating and bent over catching your breath, but you.

You give in to the ache in your legs and sit on the floor of the familiar dispensary, and then you lay down.

“I’ll move. Just gimme a minute.” You’re holding your pointer finger up matter of factly, and Tomura can’t help but laugh and walk over to you.

“You’re adorable. You know that right?” Your eyes widen and you sit up quickly before holding your head.

“So are you.” You’re holding your head as you say it and he can’t help but laugh again as he picks you up carefully.

“Let’s go cuddle.” He holds you close and you tighten your grip.

“That sounds really nice..”