Does it fucking kill you too? Not anymore.

Hollanov + season 1 timeline

‘86, baby! ‘89, baby!

STRANGER THINGS 4.01: The Hellfire Club | 5.08: The Rightside Up

Inspired by Chappell Roan's Casual mv ✨️

the monster - part two

'breaking all my bones, just to hold you close... tearing off my skin, just to let you in' - faouzia

cw: NSFW 18+, dark!james potter, cheating, stalking, manipulation, fighting, murder, drinking/drunk sex, unprotected p in v (james/reader, james/lily), mention of sexual harrassment/unwanted touching, james and reader are childhood best friends, i play with timeline/pov a lot in this

5.6k words

james potter masterlist

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please read part one here

age 12

There’s an old grandfather clock in the kitchen. You’ve walked by it hundreds of times, and even into it once when you were a toddler, resulting in a large goose egg in the middle of your forehead. When you’re standing in front of it, the ticking is comforting; you can watch the hands ‘tick tick tick’ away in their constant, steady rhythm. Now though, the sound of the ticking, even echoed this far down the hallway, only makes you feel worse.

You tug the blankets up to cover everything but your eyes, your pupils focused straight forward ahead of you in the darkness. James lays next to you, his body warm and limp, having fallen asleep a while ago. You keep your leg pressed firmly to his side, the only thing that’s giving you any sense of safety and comfort. You hope your trembling doesn’t wake him. You’ve been trying to inch your way closer and closer without waking him up, and though your efforts have proven successful thus far, it doesn’t mean they will continue to be. 

There’s a shadow in James’ closet. You don’t know how long it’s been there, or even if it’s been there the entire time you’ve been laying here. You’d been drifting off when something forced your eyelids apart, and a movement in the darkness caught your attention. Now, you can’t look away, because the thing hasn’t moved. It’s still in James’ closet. 

You press closer again, your heart stuck in your throat, and James stirs. You freeze, and he shifts under the covers with a soft groan.

“Jamie,” You whisper, quiet enough not to wake him if he’s still sleeping. “Jamie. Are you awake?”

Get yourself a "how can I help" partner and not "you will be fine" partner.

Dominating in a non-sexual way:

putting their hand on your back to lead you

paying for you

saying "no" in a stern but caring voice

opening doors or boxes for you

giving you reasonable instructions

ordering food for you

lifting your chin up saying "look at me"

growing pains (clark kent)

pairing: clark kent x jimmy olsen's sister!f!reader

synopsis: You had spent a large proportion of your life in love with Clark Kent. He had spent a large proportion of his life avoiding you, honouring the boundary that Jimmy had always set. When you can no longer deny the draw you have to each other, it's Clark's insistence on keeping your relationship a secret that threatens to break you apart.

warnings: 18+, angst, smut (unprotected p in v, dirty talk, size kink - reader is referenced as being small but only in comparison to clark, bigdick!clark), jealousy, hurt/comfort, cursing, alcohol, reader doesn't know clark is superman and doesn't find out in this fic

word count: 12.7k

note: i felt like bucky was let off the hook too easy in my last fic so clark is paying for his sins <3

The exact amount of angst + jealousy + smut

oh to be a statue of a goddess covered in moss, somewhere in the garden of the enchanted ruins the castle left behind, for birds to take rest on my shoulders and for animals to sleep in front of my feet, for no ordinary humans to be reached

The 3 demons living rent-free in my head: Dissociation, Existential Dread, and Compulsive Yapping

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— Marc Jacobs

Hello, lovely readers, welcome to my Kinktober 2025! I will (hopefully on time) be posting every day throughout the spooky month with many different kinks, so please enjoy! Also, read the tags/warnings before continuing.

And yes, I am posting this a month early. I'm hoping putting this out there will give me motivation to pre-write everything in preparation for October!

main masterlists // AO3

I’m so ready

Sum of All 18

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Steve Rogers

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you are given an unexpected assignment.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Steve doesn’t stop. Your head lolls and your hands explore his chest. You moan like a wild animal as he pumps into you. Beneath the pleasure, there’s a dull pain. You’re going to feel this for a while.