#and yes i mean the gender neutral ladies and gentlemen

[angel-wing-feathers]

Ladies and Gentlemen

✨Him✨

#and yes i mean the gender neutral ladies and gentlemen #its from that one tiktok sound #supernatural #castiel #dean winchester #destiel #destiel supernatural #spn destiel #spn #misha collins #jensen ackles #deancas #casdean #cockles #spn season 7 #supernatural season 7 #crazy cas

[infinitegalahad]

Borhap Boys As Sugar Daddies

(reposted bc it was disappearing from the tags😭)

hey guys!! I wanna apolgoize for the disappearance, school is ✨madness✨ luv. so I've decided to try something new. But I promise I'm working on requests (and a bunch of new ideas). I love all of the borhap boys (bc they are babies🥺) so this might become a little series of head canons! no major warnings, just lots of fluff and some suggestive material. also reader is gender neutral (boy, girl, whatever you what it my dudes!) why not mix my fav trope and boys all in...one fic😳😳 anyways hope you guys enjoy!! I would love some feedback for future reference

Masterlist (requests are welcomed!)

Rami Malek-

Number one that gif of him...need I say more? 🥰

I’m sick of how ya’ll sleep on Rami!! I’m gonna give him tons of love

He would be one of the most affectionate sugar daddy’s tbh

Certainly would spoil the HECK out of you

Whether it be paying off your bills or lavish trips to Greece, Rami always has your back

You never had to pay a SINGLE PENNY when you were around him

Being with Rami, you were a changed person

Your fashion game went UPPPP

Like chanel perfume, all designer clothes, nice handbags, you NAME IT

”Rami, I’m not buying a five hundred dollar shirt from Theory.” ”What do you mean? It would look so good on you, sweetheart.”

Yes, Rami bought you the shirt

You two were at a vinyl place and you saw a limited edition queen vinyl

He buys it (and basically 10+ vinyls you love)

SO RAMI MAKES A WHOLE ASS ROOM IN HIS HOME FOR YOUR VINYLS🥺🥺

This man is omfg i loveee him❣️

Little sneak kisses to your forehead

Seeing you smile as you shop and blush at his complaints makes him so freaking happy HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

He would take you shopping at the best stores

“I would be fine at a target, y’know” as you look around a Gucci store

Rami would snake an arm around your waist as he cooed into your ear, “My baby deserves the best, and nothing but the best

What started out as an arrangement turned into a genuine relationship

When looking for a sugarbaby, Rami was simply looking for company (and someone to spoil the heck out of)

In all truth, he was simply a lonely guy who simply wanted someone to make happy, and made himself happy in the process

Wherever you guys would go, he would always wanna hold your hand and be close to you bc he’s scared of loosing someone he’s made a connection with

And i’m totally not crying as I write this

Both of you were in dark places when you first met

Rami showed how much he truly cared about you

If you called him all upset, he would SPEED over with whatever you needed whether it be pizza or emotional support

Sitting on your couch, his arm wrapped around yours as you vented about your problems

Rami had convinced you to drop your job and come live with him because he’s a KING!!

”Angel, you’re not gonna have to worry about anymore.” ”What do you mean?”

You ended up quitting your job and moving in with him

What turned into an arrangement became an intimate relationship

The sex between you to was AMAZING

it was VERY intimate

It started off slow but would get increasingly rougher god I hate what I said

Rami would always check up and you and NEVER go past your limits

It would end with the two of you cuddling in bed

Let’s just say you never had to worry about your bills ever again😎😎

I MADE MYSELF CRY WHYYY

Gwilym Lee-

my love for this man? ENDLESS

Seriosuly gwilym lee HAVE MY CHILDERN

anyways to the pLOT

Gwilym is the sexiest and cutest man alive

The sugar daddy that will bring you EVERYWHERE HE GOES

He’s such a gentlemen

Like all relationships start, it was more of an arrangement then a relationship

Your job was to escort Gwilym at all these events as “company”

Gwilym would send a bunch of nice items and a driver to bring you to the location

”Hope you like this ❤️ xxx”   “Treat yourself! 😘xxx”

Like mister I-😳😳

Gwilym is literally such a sweet person

Whenever you were spotted with him, you would get thousands of compliemnts/questions

”You’re with Gwilym! So lucky!”

”That necklace is to kill for! Did Gwilym give it to you?”

”Teach my your ways!”

Whenever you’re at these events all these people give you evil stares

Your like👁👄👁 “is Gwilym a playboy??”

Gwilym is all like “what do you mean?? 🥺Of course not! Your the only one that matters to me right now”

He’s such a king we LOVE HIM

Spontaneous trips to France and Italy

Gwilym and you grow super close

Also your dates would range from fancy galas for Gwilym’s works or peaceful book/poetry readings

He LOVES books and always takes you to bookstores and gives his best recommendations

He literally turns into an english teacher while overanalyzing books

”The greenlight in Green Gatbsy is such a crucial symbol”

”Jane Austen is one of the best feminist writers, she was so ahead of her time!”

You wanna be annoyed but can’t

i can’t I LOVE GWILYM LEE I’M NOT SORRY

The two of you would lie in bed together

You would be slouched against his body as he stroked your hair, reading to you in that accent

As much as you love your gentlemen, you get him into the wacky world of ninety day fiance

”This looks like trash...I’m going to watch every minute of it!”

You guys order chinese food and watch this obsessviely for six hours

I know this is meant to be fluffy but why not add some 🌶

Sex with you and Gwil is like ✨fireworks✨

He would make sure you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day let’s just say😉

He would have to carry you around and kiss your head, saying “You're so adorable, poppet” or “Don’t strain your legs, Cariad!”

Also ceo of AMAZING NICKNAMES

”My anwylyd” (Welsh for dearest)

Would 100% write you romantic poems (over text and in paper)

And yes he WOULD dramatically read them to you😤😤✌🏽

He would always greet you with the most over the top nicknames like “Good morning cariad!” or “Sit there and act pretty, my beloved”

hi mr lee please make me your sugar baby

Gwilym is your sugar daddy but also your sweet, book loving man

He loves seeing you happy so in return, you make him happy💓💓

Joe Mazzello-

This one is a wildcard ladies and gays!! 😌😌

Joe definitely does not strike you as a sugar daddy

He seems more like your boyfriend than anything else

The two of you were inseparable

After dinner Joe would take you to a karaoke bar or for ice cream

After the first date you started calling him Joey

Drunken duets to cheesy 80’s romance songs

The two of you would sing your hearts out before vomiting from the copious ammouts of ice cream and vodka

With Joe it’s eithier mcdonalds or Nobu in TriBeCa

Mr.Mazello has range😌✨

This dude is the ceo of cheesy nicknames

”Yes my little lover muffin!”

”What is it cutie patootie?”

”You look amazing buttercup!”

“What’s up, hot stuff?”

In public he calls you “baby” or “lover” dw he saves you from public embarrassment 

You know that meme of will smith and his wife? That is basically you and Joe

My love for his man is infinite

Joe is super clingy

Hand holding and lots of PDA

He wants people to know that your his sugar baby😤😤💓

he will always send texts like

”miss you baby💓💗💓💗!”

”can you grab milk from the store pls??”

”SUGAR HONEY ICED TEA WHERE ARE YOU😩😩🤯🤯🤯”

”Joe, it’s been a day.”

He has so many photos of you in his camera roll

You are his lockscreen😔💓

The ceo’s of amazing instagram photos, whether it be you wearing a burger king crown at Burger King or You guys kissing on a boat with the Italian sunset on a private boat

Captions would be could “my favorite fairytale is our love story” or “yasss queen slay it!”

It’s cringey but god Joe is so adorable

A combination of a child and gentleman ALL IN ONE

All of his friends are like “you guys HAVE to be dating!’

It’s suppose to be nothing more than an arrangement right?

I mean the two of you were living with eachother and he dropped all of this other sugar babies for you

The two of you are master chefs minus the one time Joe burned mac and cheese and set the stove on fire

Also not to get smutty but the sex between you two? Like

Straight up RAMMING to sweet pillowtalk

Anyways Joe being your sugar daddy would definitely not be a bad thing at all😘

Always exchange those “I love you’s” 💕✨

Ben Hardy-

When first seeing Ben on your sugar daddy app, you were 100% intimidated

But upon meeting him, this tough dude was a PUPPY🥺❣️

On the first date he bought you flowers and gave you a hug

“Y/n, right?”

“That’s me!”

“I just wanted to say you look stunning, love.”

You were wearing jeans and literally smiled so much

You know this date was going to go VERY WELL NOW😩✌🏽✨

Instead of a fancy restaurant, Ben took you to a stroll around London

Whatever clothes you wanted? He got it

Whatever cafe you wanted to stop at? Buy all the tea/coffee and pastries you want

Hotel? Trivago

The two of you walked around the city, hand and hand as you got to know eachother

You ended up walking around the city for five hours up until midnight

You laughed and talked about thousands of things

In confusion, you had to see Ben again

As Ben walked you back to your place, you smiled at him,

”I’d like to do that again.”

”Call me when you want, y/n.”

So your “dates” became more frequent

Ben had the best ideas for dates

Dinners at small Italian places, walking around a museum, or just sitting in his place and watching mindless television

He made sure to spoil you

With gifts, literally and figurreitly

Sex was a large piece in your arrangeemnt

But it was not the only thing in your relationship

And it was!! Amazing!!

”You’re so fucking beautiful” as he would kiss your forehead and dive straight into it 🥺😳

Not only could that man be A BEAST but an absolute sweetheart

Everyday you looked forward to not only getting paid by him, but just talking to him for hours on end

He would stay up for hours just to talk to you, whether it be about your lives or anything

and that ladies and gays is a dedicated MAN

No matter what, Ben always found a way to touch you

He always had his hand on the chair behind you or your thigh

You guys would have pillowforts and nerf fun battles together

It would always end with a cuddle session

Frankie would be skeptcial but love you!!

You guys got so close that he took you on a trip to the greek islands AND PROPOSED!! LIKE!! YES!!😌😌😌

LIKE YES POP OFF MISTER BEN HARDY

#rami malek #joe mazzello #gwilym lee #ben hardy #rami malek x reader #joe mazzello x reader #gwilym lee x reader #ben hardy x reader #my writing #queen #borhap boys #headcanons

[s-c-r-i-p-s-i]

Desperate Measures

[Dead by Baelight’s Kinktober // Day 1: Ritual]

🖤 🖤 🖤 Seeking privacy, you stray a little too far from the campfire to perform your... daily ritual. Ghostface has been watching and decides it’s time for a little audience participation.

🖤 🖤 🖤 Pairing: Ghostface (Danny Johnson) x Gender-Neutral AMAB Reader

Rating: Explicit

CW: non-consensual voyeurism, choking, spanking, canon-typical violence, smut

Word Count: 3,219

When you first started this ritual, you weren't planning on making it a habit.

Here, every minute of your life was survival mode. Nonessential functions closed until further notice. You were a heart, some nerves, and sometimes, sometimes a brain.

You didn’t get bored; hah, that was rich - there was always something that needed to be done, even in Limbo. You were perpetually exhausted, yeah, but sleep was an impossibility. For the most part, you didn’t get hungry; you didn’t have to eat anymore - although sometimes you were struck with the overwhelming desire to eat one of the offerings meant for the Entity, just to taste something other than blood for once.

And for fuck’s sake, you thought you didn’t get… You know.

Horny.

See; for all intents and purposes your appetite for anything like that was dead. For the longest time. It wasn’t even something you thought about, so… not on your radar, that you didn’t even mourn it. There were other things to worry about.

And then one day Ghostface came around, and it’s like he slammed a live AED on your libido.

Maybe this place was getting to you. You knew you shouldn’t have found a serial killer so goddamn hot… but when death was just a setback, it kind of fucked with your sense of morality. At least, that’s how you tried to rationalize it.

So, how did it happen? You’re still asking yourself that. Assholes weren’t exactly your type. At least… you didn’t think so. Not back on Earth.

But he had your attention immediately. Mostly because you’d never heard a killer speak before. That is, not to you. And in your own language no less.

And boy, did he speak. (And speak, and speak…)

The first time you faced him, you’d been working on a generator and felt a chill rock your body just as it finally hummed to life. That random little bite at the back of your neck that prickled down your spine. Except here, it was rarely random. Here, it always spelled danger.

“Nice work,” He’d cooed, stepping out of fucking nowhere. You’d later learn that he… tended to do that. “Haven’t seen that in awhile. Must be getting slow.”

It was obvious what he was - the mask was a dead giveaway. Killer. But you didn’t move. You were too stunned that he was actually talking to you. “Thanks,” you’d kind of snorted, “I try.” You were still asking yourself ’what the fuck was that’ to this day.

“Oh...” He breathed. “You talk back. I like that.”

And he sounded so genuinely - if maliciously - interested that you had to assume that didn’t happen often; survivors talking to him. That your shitty little, what, comeback? if you could even call it that - pleased him.

“I hope you run, too.” He’d cocked his head - a not so subtle hint to get this show on the road.

“...Is that what-” He wanted, you were about to ask, although you weren’t sure why. Looking back, you think you were just stalling for time, not for any tactical reasons, but just because this was such a novelty to you.

The thought that maybe, just maybe you already wanted to please him was simply too annoying to entertain.

But he interrupted you.

“Yes.”

And this strange mix of almost playful and ruthlessly efficient would be a running theme in your trials against him. He didn’t waste a whole lot of time - even though he very well could have, with how adept he was. No one was ever spared. You never got the impression he was taking it easy on you, or drawing out a chase, or anything like that. Ninety percent of the words you ever exchanged were while you were looping him, or dangling from his shoulder as he strode towards a hook.

And yet, you still found yourself oh so fucking fascinatined by him. It was definitely conceivable that you were just attention starved. That there wasn’t anything else to it. Even among the survivors, there weren’t many you could count as real friends. And yet...

It was to the point where getting caught almost felt like a reward, because it always carried the positive reinforcement of you being able to banter with him for a minute. Which - you like to think you’d gotten a little better at. Always through bouts of struggling, of course; you tried not to be completely useless. For your own sake, if not your team’s. Getting hooked hurt.

Anyway, it was during one of those struggles, one day, wriggling around in his grip and beating his back and being a general nuisance, that it happened. You’d been bitching about -... you didn’t even remember.

And then he decided, “You know; you’ve become awful mouthy.”

And you were immediately riled up, because if anything, it was him that liked to talk just to hear the sound of his own voice - not that you could blame him, because what a sound it was. But you opened your mouth to protest, but before you could get anything out beyond an offended, “You-!” his other hand came down on your ass with a resounding slap.

You’d jolted straight, heat flooding your body at an alarming rate as you suddenly forgot how to string syllables together. Don’t worry. You made several embarrassing, aborted attempts.

“Well.” He mused, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he grabbed your hips to string you up. “Now I know how to shut you up.”

You screamed as the hook pierced through your chest, but he shushed you, breath stuttering with chuckles as he raised a finger to his mask, “Shh, shh, shh, shh, shhh. Don’t ruin it, now.”

That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you ended up in the middle of the fucking woods with your hand down your pants after every other goddamn trial.

It started, as all addictions do, with the simple rationalization ‘It’ll just be this one time. Just to get it out of my system.’ How many times have you told yourself that? Only to end up exactly where you were now - breath quivering like a goddamn junkie as you threw your back against a tree and shoved your shaking hand down your drawers.

Your fingers finally wrapping around yourself was both sweet, sweet relief, and at the same time not. Goddamn. Enough.

It’s just, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Him. It. Did it really matter? God you wished he’d done more than spanked you. Done more than promptly tossed you on the hook afterwards. That’s how goddamn bad you had it. He hadn’t even done anything else, but for you, it was the sexual awakening of a century.

You hastily stuffed your shirt in your mouth to grant yourself access to your chest, eyes rolling back as you gripped yourself and began to pump, other hand quickly trailing up your chest to tease your nipple between your index and middle fingers.

Always a frantic means to an end. Mechanical abuse. No time to really even fantasize. Which was fine, because that’s all you seemed to fucking do in between these little affairs.

Infuriatingly, though, this constant throttling of your bits meant you were starting to build up a tolerance to your own rough treatment. Still, you tried to get yourself off as quickly as possible. You knew you’d be missed, and -

You felt a bite at your neck, a chill down your spine. The kind that spelled danger.

“Slowly, slowly, it’s too nice a job to rush.” Ghostfaced chuckled, emerging from behind a tree. You saw the mask first, a shock of white in the darkness that nearly sent you into cardiac arrest.

With all the frenzied, nonsensical urgency of someone who’d just seen a bug crawling on them, you flailed in your rushed attempts to make yourself decent, yanking your hand from your pants, spitting the shirt out of your mouth and trying to frantically smooth everything down. It didn’t even occur to you at first, in your lizard brained panic, that he’d already seen everything. Or that no matter how you fixed your clothes, you still looked thoroughly debauched; panting, blushing all the way down to your chest, and your hair all mussed from the tree you were leaning up against. Oh yeah, and the fucking erection you were still sporting.

Your mouth was still bone-dry from the shirt you’d just had stuffed in your mouth all but two seconds ago. “What’re you-?!”

You had about a million questions on your mind. For one - How was he even here? You thought this kind of pocket realm - the one with the bonfire, the holding cell for survivors in between matches - was a sanctuary. The only place you were safe from these fucks.

“We all come here when it’s our time to play,” He explained smoothly, “We burn our offerings in the same flames as you. You just don’t see us. But we see you.” Ghostface sung, stalking closer.

“Besides. I’ve been here a long time. Long enough to know how to traverse the fog. Useful,” he sighed the word as if conceding something, even though you hadn’t said a word, “when one doesn’t have a home.” He stopped right in front of you. “...Useful for watching what naughty little survivors do when they stray far enough away from the flock.” Even with his face hidden behind that mask, you could feel the accusation in the way he cocked his head and crossed his arms expectantly.

“I-” You choked the word out, a second wave of mortified heat rising.

“But you, you were such a good little lamb until just recently. I wonder what changed.”

“Please just…” Shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up, you mentally pleaded. You wanted to die. You’d rather melt into the ground than hear another minute of him taunting you. You were far too embarrassed, and far too wound up to suffer through whatever the hell he was monologuing on about. Any other time you might have appreciated the opportunity to talk to him without all the pretense of trials. But not. Right. Now.

“You’re having trouble with that today!” He observed gleefully - about your inability to put together a complete sentence, you assumed. “And usually you’re so vocal. That’s alright. Here. I’ll make it easier on ya.” Reaching for the damp, wrinkled up hem of your shirt, he pulled it up, and two gloved fingers stuffed it back into your mouth, feeding it to you until your mouth was full of cotton and he was satisfied.

You just stood there, stupefied.

“What, do you prefer my other method?” And he- he fucking reared his hand back and mimed a spank in the air. Oh my god. You hated him. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, here,” he chuckled.

Placing his hands on his hips, Ghostface hummed, long and deliberate. “Come to think of it, you’ve been acting awfully strange for the past, oh, say the past few weeks or so. Ever since I…”

Oh. Oh no.

Your glare morphed into a look of sheer horror. That bastard. He knew? Or was he just a goddamn narcissist and automatically assumed it was about him, and just happened to be right on the money? It’s not like you’d been screaming out his name while you did it. Maybe you just weren’t half as subtle as you thought.

“So - here’s how it’s going to go. It’s been fun, just watching you. Really. But I’ve seen this show enough times that I think I deserve some front row seats, don’t you?” When you don’t respond, he just takes you by the chin, forcing you to nod for him. ”Great!” He throws up a hand, “Then we’re all in agreement. Keep going.”

Ghostface crossed his arms over his chest expectantly, settling in.

He wanted you to…? You push at the shirt with your tongue, intending to speak, but he stops you.

“Nope. Nah. Keep that in.”

O...kay. This was probably the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done, but you were still so stunned that it wasn’t... wasn’t quite sinking in yet. In the back of your mind, you were lowkey convinced this was a prank. A joke. That any second he was going to bust out laughing, tell you ’psyche! Oh my god you actually almost did it.’

But that moment never came.

Slowly, and with no small amount of hesitance, you began dipping your hand back in your pants. You half expected him to complain about how long you were taking, but he didn’t say a word. You guess he did tell you to go slow. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking under the mask, his posture impassive. But you eventually reached your sex and gave it a slow, experimental tug, inhaling sharply at how much more sensitive it felt just knowing that his eyes were on you.

You looked back up for any sign of approval, some sign that this is what he wanted but he hadn’t moved an inch. So you kept going, touching yourself, just a lot more slowly and mindfully than before. The thought of going full monkey brain on yourself in front of him was… not appealing. Plus, it didn’t even seem necessary anymore, with the way your stomach was now fluttering at the lightest touch.

“That’s much better,” He said eventually, and the way he cooed it like he was praising you went straight to your core, hips twitching forward. “If you keep going at that thing like a can of spray paint, you’re liable to rip it clean off. And then what’ll be left for me?”

That imagery wasn’t sexy at all, your nose wrinkling as you cringed at him, but then he said that and all you could focus on was the notion that maybe he was planning on doing more than just watching.

“You want me to touch you?” He asked, clearly sensing your hope.

“MmfHmfh.” Your sorry sound of agreement was muffled by the shirt in your mouth, so you paired it with a pathetic head nod, eyes pleading.

“Shit,” He laughed, “I was just going to bait and switch you, but if you’re going to be so damn cute… I guess I could be generous. Why don’t you show daddy what he’s working with?”

Maybe you were paranoid, but you felt like that was opening yourself up to get stabbed in the junk. Was it really wise to be so vulnerable around him? You weren’t sure if you trusted him, but Mr. Knife hadn’t made an appearance thus far, and you felt so desperate and full and achy that you just didn’t care.

Hesitantly, you pulled down your pants and drawers down to your thighs, just enough for your cock to spring free, bobbing lightly, crown swollen and shiny and absolutely flushed with arousal.

“Adorable. Now,” He removed the shirt from your mouth, only to press two fingers at your teeth so the end of the finger seams were between them. “Bite.” You did, carefully, and he used the leverage to slip his hand from the glove. Rather than just leave it hanging there, he pushed it back into your mouth like he had the shirt, the disgusting tang of leather and you didn’t want to even think of what else rusting on your tongue.

But it was all worth the sweet relief of his bare fingers finally wrapping around your cock. Your eyes fluttered back almost immediately, moaning around his glove as your head fell back against the tree behind you. Oh, this was wrong, wrong, wrong, but it felt so much better than touching yourself and you’d fantasized about this for so long. It was like honey for your body, the best kind of sweetness building up in your core, every pass of his fingers pushing you closer to overflow.

And it didn’t take long at all, with how long it had been since you’d been touched by another person, with how wound up you already were. You neared the edge fast, your dick twitching in his grip as your hips began to weakly rock, chasing that saccharine end.

And then he stopped.

Motherfucker.

You growled in frustration as your budding climax waned, hips instinctually slanting forward in search of something, anything, and finding nothing. Your gaze flicked up to him, silently asking ’What gives?’

“I said I’d touch you, I didn’t say anything about cumming.”

You nearly spat the glove out and gave him a piece of your mind, but his hand did eventually return, placating you for the time being. Even if his touch was far too light and understimulating at first, waiting until you’d been sufficiently backed down from that edge before building you back up. In due time your head was falling back against the bark, gasping as that feeling in your core started to balloon.

And then he did it again.

This time you really did spit the glove out, catching it in your hand. “I have places to be, Fuckface!”

“Riiiiight.” He drawled skeptically, amusement coloring his tone. “And, it’s Ghostface, actually.”

“Okay, GrossFace, if you don’t fucking finish me off-”

In seconds, his gloved hand was around your throat, leather creaking as he squeezed lightly. “You’ll what? Careful what you ask for, baby, you just might get it,” He warned, pressure slowly increasing. “But you might not like the way I decide to finish you off if you don’t play nice.” His hand eased off your throat, and you were relieved as you were disappointed - because shit, you were actually kind of into it.

“So, let’s go with Danny. Do you think you can manage that, sweetheart?”

Was that… his name? You felt oddly touched that he’d give you that. You hardly knew any of the killers' real names. Not trusting yourself to speak, you nodded, and your reward was his hand coming back to gently wrap his fingers back around you, stroking you slowly.

“Maybe third time’s the charm, huh?”

You weren’t so sure, but you were so backed up it hurt so you let him steer you back to the brink, your sounds growing desperate and so much more audible without anything to muffle them. “Danny, please,” you begged; you could feel yourself nearing that apex again, and if he stopped now you might actually cry.

He hummed, low and thoughtful, but the sound didn’t betray an inkling of emotion.

But he didn’t stop. And soon your climax was crashing over you so hard your knees nearly buckled, the tree at your back the only thing keeping you up as your whole body lurched, dick jumping as it choked up it’s release all over his hand and the forest floor.

Panting, your legs shook as you just stood there a moment, head tipped up to the sky, just trying to recover. You were dimly aware of him snatching his glove back as you felt him yank it from your hand but it barely registered. One by one, questions started to pile up but you were still too whelmed to speak.

To absolutely no one’s surprise, Danny spoke first.

“So… Same time tomorrow?”

“I-” You broke, half laughing, half scoffing at the outright absurdity. “Sure.”

You guessed you could start a new ritual.

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Thank you for reading!!! 🖤 🖤 🖤 Notes: AHHHHH, I did it, I wrote my first real one-shot. I've been roleplaying for nearly 20 years and it's kind of ruined my motivation for writing by myself but I wanted to break the habit. Thank you to Pugge and Libby for beta'ing this for me, ily both. This piece was written for Day 1 of the 🔞 Dead by Baelight 🔞 Discord server's Kinktober. ((I'm just posting it early because I have 0 self-control)) Anyone over 18 is welcome to join here.

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd ghostface #ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen #my writing #oneshot #scripsi

[beyoncesdragon]

Sisyphean

→Pairing: Harry Styles x gender neutral reader (as far as I know? Like tell if otherwise...) 

→Summary: Sisyphean. Used to describe a task that can never be completed. a damn make up look for example. 

→Warnings: swearing, but else no, this is crack™️

→Wordcount: around 1.2k? 

a/n: Happy whatever you want to celebrate today. If its Halloween, go for it. Ariana’s new album? Ateez’ tbcn performance? Harry’s golden mv? 2020 being over in 2 Months from tomorrow? Me being able to write a fic in one go? Go for it. 

Masterlist 🦋

“How in the bleeding fuck do they do that?!” I called out, angrily staring at my laptop. The lady on screen continued to effortlessly apply dark eyeshadow on her cheekbones, unbothered by my sudden outburst.

I pressed pause and was about to get up for another mug of tea (and a treat, I deserved it) when someone came sprinted into the living room.

“Everything okay? I heard you swear like you just got a positive pregnancy test…” I looked up with a frown. “If I had a positive pregnancy test, I wouldn’t swear like that. However, does that mean, you expect me to swear like this in case I had one? And if we analyse that, does it mean you don’t want kids because you projected your own reaction onto me in that situation, and your reaction was this?” Harry stared at me for a moment without blinking.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why you should never date a psychology major.” Despite my bad mood, I had to grin.

“Sorry.” And then I pressed play again. “What are you watching?” Harry asked, sitting down next to me. His eyes trailed over the many opened make up palettes and brushes, sponges and make-up wipes. There was a little pile of them, stained black and red and dark green, because I had decided that I disliked the look when I was already half through. Consistency and patience were not one of my biggest strengths.

“I’m attempting to do this…” I pointed at the YouTube video and the woman doing her thing, before sighing deeply, “but to be honest, she lost me at applying primer because I don’t…I don’t even know if I ever even owned one.” Harry hummed and leaned closer to the screen. “I didn’t even know you were into Halloween like that.” I shrugged. “I am not. I just like doing make up. Besides, it’s not like we would go anywhere anyways. We’re in midst of a pandemic after all.” Harry nodded, carefully lifting one of my brushes in the air. “Alright. And why are you on the floor and not in the bathroom or at least at a table?” I shrugged, trying to darken the corners of my eyes like the woman. “I don’t know…we have a comfortable carpet. Ah, can you pass me that fluffy brush please…hey what the heck? Why is she done all of a sudden? She skipped the eyeliner part and the…why would she do that, I am not even done with my left eye!” Harry started to laugh loudly and that laughter only grew when the creator announced that she “did the eye liner off camera because if you followed me for some time now, you know how I do it anyways!”

“Oh she did not.” I breathed in anger, clicking away from the video consumed in self-pity and anger. I wasn’t following her and this was my first video of hers so I was appalled greatly. I scrolled through my feed, trying to find a similar look so I could at least modify the mess I had already made on my face a bit. So far, there was nothing and I felt like throwing my lap top away. “Why is this happening! I was doing so well, I don’t want to waste more make up.” I whined dramatically, flopping against Harry before placing my head in his lap, sulking in my make-up misery. Harry poked my cheek softly.

“You could improvise.” I snapped up. “I can’t even come up with an original look Harry, what do you mean.” He shrugged. “Okay, I could improvise for you.” now that was an offer.

“I could do your make up and then we cook something. And watch that Ateez performance you yelled to me about for the last two days. But you stop sulking. Deal?”

Moments like this was when I questioned if I really was living or if I was stuck in a schmaltzy  rom-com or just simply daydreaming.

“For real?” he nodded, a small dimply smile appearing on his handsome face. “Yes, for real. I’m feeling generous today, you know.” I hummed, feeling as if my heart grow impossibly big with all the love I felt for him.

“How comes?” he laughed softly. “Well, first of all, I am a generous human being,” I slapped his arm softly, “Generous maybe, humble rather not.” He grinned, sending me a wink. “I never said humble. However, secondly, because I am an amazing and supportive boyfriend…” I could only nod to that; no lie detected, “and thirdly because I had a good laugh at how you dragged this one twitter user to filth this morning.”

Ah well that.

“Yeah I had to. The comment was so impossibly stupid I had to reply. What fucking dumbo calls  wearing lace gloves the beginning of the end of real men? Like yeah, we get it, you’re reeking of toxic masculinity, no need to be so loud about it.” Harry grinned proudly. “I mean, I’m all in for kindness but “If “real men” describes people like you, please everyone wear lace gloves, quick. I wish you and your fragile ego a good time.” Is a pretty solid answer.” Harry hummed amused and I laughed. “I also tweeted a link to affordable gloves, did you see that? Also, he basically gave your video a free shout out because now all his dumb friends go watch it too and feel attacked. Bet he was one of those men who threw a massive mantrum when Wonder Woman came out. I bet.” I sat up from his lap and stretched my body.

“I think you would win this bet, babe. I did see your second tweet, by the way. And I retweeted it too, right before I heard your cursing.” He nodded towards the make-up products scattered across the carpet.

“Which would be a perfect transition back to the issue. Before I completely ruin all you’ve accomplished so far, any specific wishes?” I laughed shaking my head. “I just ask for you to not poke one of my eyes out or something. The look doesn’t have to become too graphic, neither does it have to be permanent.” He grinned smugly.

“If you would wholeheartedly love Halloween you would sacrifice one eye at least. It’s just an eye.” Surely an interesting take, yet I had not met anyone that was so invested in Halloween that they would go the extra mile and willingly remove an eye for authenticity. 

“I said before that I am not, so you don’t even have to worry about that.” Harry pouted in fake disappointment before leaning forward clicking on a video.

“Just for inspiration…” he mumbled when he caught my questioning eyes. “Alright. Close you eyes…alright so black in this corner…” a few minutes passed quietly, only filled with the instructions of the make-up artist in the video and Harry’s whisper, since he repeated everything under his breath. 

Suddenly it was quiet for a second, Harry’s muttering and brush stokes stopped. I opened my eyes, seeing him stare blankly at the screen before taking a deep breath.

“Alright, but how in the bleeding fuck does he do that?”

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[tenzinwinter]

◟ * ◊ ─ believe it or not tenzin winter is working for the bianchi family. they are 32 years of age and are known to usually spend their time around players: gentlemen’s club. the escort, who has been a part of the alliance for four years, has been living in victoria for six years. the people closest to them describe the pansexual sagittarius to be +passionate and +optimistic as well as -temperamental and -impatient » ◦ °

Whaddup? It’s Elle again with another beautiful lady!!!

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Tenzin Alisha Winter PRONUNCIATION: Ten·zin  A·lee·sha  Win·tr MEANING: Tenzin means "the holder of Buddha Dharma". NICKNAME(S): Zin PREFERRED NAME(S): Zin BIRTHDATE: December 5th 1987 AGE: Thirty-two ZODIAC: Sagittarius GENDER: Cis female PRONOUNS: She/her ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual NATIONALITY: Nepali ETHNICITY: Mixed (Tibetan and German)   CURRENT LOCATION: Florida, America

BACKGROUND

BIRTHPLACE: Pokhara, Nepal SOCIAL CLASS: Lower ADOPTED?: Yes FAMILY?: Tenzin was adopted by a Canadian family when she was 7 years old CHILDREN: None PET(S): Bengal cat named Bagheera

OCCUPATION & INCOME

PRIMARY SOURCE OF INCOME: Working as a stripper/escort SECONDARY SOURCE OF INCOME: None SPENDING HABITS: Tenzin is disciplined when it comes to money. She makes sure she has enough money for rent before she buys anything that’s not a necessity. When rent, bills, and groceries are out of the way, she occasionally splashes out on designer clothes MOST VALUABLE POSSESSION: Sentiment-wise, her birth mother’s necklace. Value-wise, her car

SKILLS & ABILITIES

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 7/10 SPEED: 8/10. INTELLIGENCE: 7/10 AGILITY: 8/10 STAMINA: 9/10 TEAMWORK: 8/10 TALENTS: Fast runner, trilingual, excellent cook, good singer LANGUAGE(S) SPOKEN: English, Nepali, German DRIVE?: Yes JUMP-START A CAR?: Yes CHANGE A FLAT TIRE?: Yes RIDE A BICYCLE?: Yes SWIM?: Yes PLAY AN INSTRUMENT?: Yes, she can play the piano PLAY CHESS?: Yes BRAID HAIR?: Yes TIE A TIE?: Yes PICK A LOCK?: Yes

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS

FACE CLAIM: Dichen Lachman EYE COLOUR: Dark brown HAIR COLOUR: Blonde HAIR TYPE/STYLE: Long, wavy GLASSES/CONTACTS?: Contacts DOMINANT HAND: Left HEIGHT: 5ft 7 WEIGHT: 119 lbs BUILD: Athletic EXERCISE HABITS: Running, yoga, swimming, going to the gym SKIN TONE: Olive TATTOOS: She has this covering her right side PIERCINGS: Ears, belly button MARKS/SCARS: A heart-shaped birthmark on her left hip CLOTHING STYLE: Skinny jeans, stilettos, pencil skirts, pretty blouses, boots, oversized sweaters JEWELLERY: Birth mother’s necklace, charm bracelet ALLERGIES: Peanuts, kiwi PHYSICAL AILMENTS: None

PSYCHOLOGY

MYERS-BRIGGS: ESFP-A ENNEAGRAM: The Challenger TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine HOGWARTS HOUSE: Gryffindor MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral MENTAL CONDITIONS/DISORDERS: Mild depression SOCIABILITY: Tenzin has no choice but to be social for work. If she isn’t, she loses money and customers EMOTIONAL STABILITY: 8/10 OBSESSION(S): She obsesses over money, constantly worrying she’ll lose it PHOBIA(S): Arachnophobia, lepidopterophobia ADDICTION(S): Smoking DRUG USE: Occasionally cocaine ALCOHOL USE: She doesn’t drink PRONE TO VIOLENCE?: Only when the person deserves it

MANNERISMS

ACCENT: Canadian   QUIRKS: Always fidgeting, cracks jokes when under pressure, leaves motivational notes for people on bathroom mirrors HOBBIES: Running, swimming, yoga, meditating, working out FEARS: Losing her good looks, having no money to live, seeing her adoptive family again DO THEY CURSE OFTEN?: Sometimes

FAVORITES

ACTIVITY: Yoga, reading ANIMAL: Cats & snakes BEVERAGE: Sparkling water BOOK: Harry Potter CELEBRITY: Michelle Obama COLOR: Pastel pink FOOD: Falafel FLOWER: Red roses GEM: Rose quartz HOLIDAY: Christmas MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: Car MOVIE: We’re the Millers MUSICAL ARTIST: Fleetwood Mac SCENT: Lavender, lilies SPORT: Basketball TELEVISION SHOW: Stranger Things WEATHER: Sunshine only, pls VACATION DESTINATION: Cancun

OTHER NOTES:

I’ll be adding more info about Tenzin later! I’m having some laptop problems right now, so I just wanted to get this posted!

#victoireintro

[isaksbestpillow]

I've just read a book by a Swedish finish author and man, that was wild. I've Googled it to death, but still don't get it. There's like a Swedish elite in Finland who (as a class, not as people) thinks of itself as better? And they have names for places and streets in Swedish? And that has newspapers? Is it still like that? Is there like... A colonization type of situation?

hi there! okay so this is a bit of a complicated subject as there are many Opinions, and i don’t want to claim that my views represent everyone in this country.

you may have googled this already, but finland was part of the kingdom of sweden for 400 years until 1809 when sweden lost a war to russia and russia claimed finland, which resulted in the formation of finland as an autonomous grand duchy within the russian empire and later on establishing itself as a sovereign nation in 1917. we share long historical ties between sweden, and swedish remains our second official language. 5% of the population speak it as their first language. these are all finnish nationals whose first language just happens to be swedish. and yes, there are swedish language newspapers, universities, and tv shows, even a political party. in some places street names are also in swedish. board a train and you’ll hear hyvät matkustajat tämä on intercity-juna helsinkiin bästa passagerade det här är intercitytåget till helsingfors ladies and gentlemen this is an intercity train to helsinki in all three languages. (funnily enough the finnish and swedish announcements are gender neutral while in english we all become ladies and gentlemen).

what makes this a bit of a sensitive topic is the fact that even though only 5% of the population speak swedish as their first language, for the rest swedish is a mandatory subject at school. you are expected to be able to provide service in both finnish and swedish regardless of your native language, and to ensure this you must pass a field-specific swedish language test to graduate university. unlike, say, norwegian and swedish which are mutually intelligible, finnish and swedish are not related at all, so we’re talking about two completely different languages with completely different grammar and vocabulary. my personal opinion on the matter is that compulsory swedish language education in finland is a failure at least in its current form, illustrated by the inability of many pro-swedish politicians to provide their pro-swedish statements in swedish. (there is a whole political power play there which i won’t get into here.) 

so yeah, it’s a nuanced situation, but it’s not by any means a colonisation type of situation. there is a stereotype of the swedish-speaking minority as being rich and powerful stemming from history, and it is partly true even today. they are sometimes mockingly referred to with the swedish term bättre folk, better people. however, there is no real oppression from either side. in fact, the swedish speaking elite are the ones that first birthed the idea of finland as a unified nation with its own unique culture when so far finnish people had existed in tribes without a shared identity. finland as a sovereign nation and as a national identity would not exist without the swedish speaking elite. a divide does exist, but i’d say it is not as deep as it is in some other countries in europe with multiple official languages.

#now i'm interested in what the book is! #i only know a book by a finnish speaker from sweden about the poor treatment of finnish people in sweden #asks

[a-polite-melody]

so my friend is nb, and i was wondering how I could further support them (other than respecting their pronouns) because i know that they suffer from quite a bit of dysphoria. i know that there isn't a fix-all for something so complex but i just want to be the best friend that i can be. much love :)

It’s so great you want to help your friend out with this! :)So, of course, the best thing you can do is ask them. Everyone’s experiences with this stuff will be different, and what might be good for some people might not make much of a difference to others.As for some ideas from experience? I don’t have a ton of experience really at this point to draw on myself. But some things that I have noticed that help me?People using more gender-neutral language around me. Not just directed at me, I mean, that too, but just sort of... I kinda shudder a bit when I hear stuff like “men and women”, “ladies and gentlemen”, etc., even when they aren’t directed at me.It also helps to use gender-neutral pronouns around me in general. Like, say you’re out somewhere and see someone wearing a cute outfit. Rather than saying “he’s wearing such a cute outfit!” or “she’s wearing such a cute outfit!” use they instead. Of course, barring times when you know the observed persons pronouns. This just... I don’t know, I know I’m always hyper-aware of the fact that I’m perceived as my agab, and so to have people around me try not to make assumptions about the genders of the people around them that they don’t know helps me feel less... weird about that.Asking if it’s okay to use my name. I generally am cool about my name, but, like, it really makes me feel more... in control over how I’m perceived I guess? to be asked about that. Like. My qpp has sent in a couple asks that used my name, and they ask before doing that, and it makes a huge difference, even if the answer is yes.That’s all I can come up with from experience. Can you tell it’s mostly social dysphoria that I deal with? Lol.If your friend does experience more physical dysphoria, not sure how much you can really help with that. I know the bit I experience is rather... awkward and personal. But if you’re really close and they actually talk to you about that dysphoria, as in they initiate the conversation about it, maybe ask if you can help them research ways to lessen that?Anyway, hope all that helped a bit! You sound like you’re a great friend, and I wish you and your friend well!

[epochryphal]

So I thought this article did not go nearly far enough (way too 101, and undetailed; also, inclusive of "genders" not *people*?), so I wrote up my own guide: - Pronouns aren't a be-all end-all, but they are a basic courtesy. - Restroom access is fundamental: Make gender-neutral restrooms available, allow "switching" between differently-gendered restrooms, and never point to restroom choice as a sign of a "real"/"aligned" gender. Genderfluid people exist, and "pick the one most appropriate and stick with it" is *not* reasonable accommodation. - Dress codes are similarly an immediate major stumbling block. Be clear about expectations (when is a belt needed?) without tying them to gender: If need be, just describe two major "styles." And if there are on-site locker rooms/changing areas, see above about restroom access and gender. - Years of coworkers/employers "forgetting" or refusing to acknowledge a non-binary person's gender identity points to need for a) ongoing training, both on hire and throughout employment; b) proper procedures for reporting and having something done, without backfiring on whistleblowers. Consult with organizations like the Transgender Law Center, or find local trans/gender non-conforming/non-binary workplace education workshop providers. - This one shouldn't have to be said, but it really does: Make absolutely clear no one is to pry, speculate, or otherwise talk about people's bodies, genitals, and medical status. Never assume someone hasn't "started anything" or that you can tell their birth assignment - even if you know their current legal marker. Firmly shut down all "curiosity" as inappropriate in the workplace. - Always use the person's pronouns and name in reports and internal writing. The only place that needs legal gender and legal name is actual legal paperwork - and no, documents that "might be confusing if needed in court but under a different name" is not acceptable. Just write a simple "AKA" note explaining that despite being legally known as Z, this person *is* and will be referred to as who they are, and leave that in their file. (Yes, this means anyone who writes a report must not misgender their coworker/employee. Yes, training needs to be for everyone, period.) Those are the raw basic necessities. Want to be more proactively inclusive? Try these: - Update your paperwork and database software, too. Never have forms/records default to printing legal gender. Have a separate, higher-priority field to track *actual* gender identity. Same for preferred vs legal name. - Same for honorific: Let people select "no title" or an alternative like Mx. or Per. or Ind. or M. or something else. - Check your wording. Update both written and spoken language: * "he or she"; "s/he" ➡️ they * "ladies and gentlemen"; "guys (and girls)" ➡️ distinguished guests; everyone - Actually shift your culture. Learn about "jokes" that are extremely hurtful (like how "men in dresses" contributes to the murder of trans women) and make them unacceptable. Keep an eye on jokes about gender in general and how they make people feel - and how they might be assuming gender = biology. - Consider observing annual events like the Transgender Day of Remembrance for the year's murdered, or the Trans Day of Celebration. Just a mention can be meaningful. And be understanding if a trans or non-binary employee wants that day off or is emotionally affected around that time. Most of all, firmly establish that non-binary people are not to be resented for who they are, and are not unreasonable or seeking "special treatment" for needing basic accommodations to be respected and able to participate on an equal level in this heavily binary-gendered world.

#the good part of the article was seeing Ah Yes Same Experience #same shitty shitty experience #nb bloggin #nonbinary bloggin #queer bloggin

[kilmameri]

This is an old ask meme called “22 questions for nonbinary november” that I had saved in my drafts. Picked this up from @thebisexualmandalorian‘s post

So! Wanted to do this one

22 Questions for Nonbinary November!

1.Which labels do you use? I’m agender for sure. Also feel that I fit under the umbrella terms enby, nonbinary and maybe also trans, even though I don’t prefer that

2.What are your pronouns? they/she

3.How old were you when you came out to yourself as nonbinary? I was fifteen? Had just realized that I’m not completely straight and then questioned my gender. Was quite tricky as absense of gender is kinda hard to,,, figure out. It’s like a feature you didn’t know the excistense of

4.What’s one thing you’d like to tell your younger self? That that school isn’t going to work out. Just chill and learn from it. Enjoy city life when you can, I’m sorry you can’t stay yet

5.Is there a myth about nonbinary people that annoys you the most? The myth that there’s always a neutrality that we aspire to

6.Is there a nonbinary celebrity you look up to? No, I am not famous

7.If you’re out, how did you come out? I told my mom on a gas station. “Ya know how I hated how yall dressed me as a kid? and how i was and still am atypical? well heres one reason. please dont call me a girl“

8.Is there a gender-related pun you like? i love that some things dont apply to nonb ppl as theyre directed at “ladies and gentlemen”

9.Do you have friends who identify as nonbinary, too? Yes! my best friend got more than one gender and i have none so yea. venmoed them some gender

10.Do you have a favorite lgbt+ character? not really

11. Lgbt, lgbt+, lgbtqa+… which one do you usually use? Queer. LGBTQ+ if like,,, absolutely have to. “gender and sexual identity minorities“. in finnish i say “rainbow folk“

12. How do you explain the term “nonbinary” to people who have no idea what it means? Gender thats not man or a woman. Like how there are more than two biological sexes. And how gender is a social construct (but still real!)

13.Tell us a fun fact about yourself (gender-related or random!) I met some alpacas and one of them was really shy. I was the first person ever who got him to eat from my palm!

14.How did you find your name? I hate how english speaking ppl pronounce vilma with a deep v and an ö sound. like wölmä. and if i substitute the v for a k then they didnt do that. then it got shortened to kilm and kim

15.If you’re in a relationship, how did your partner react to your coming-out? N/A

16.Do you prefer partner, datemate, significant other or something else? Idk? partner, date.

17.A piece of advice for questioning kids? Most people do feel comfortable with being called their gender. If you don’t, its either internalized,,, misogynia? women bad or u being trans. so like,,, buckle up kiddo

18.Which flag(s) do you use? agender flag baby!!

19.Any tips for bad days? forget abt gender alltogether. watch some vines.

20.Do you have a favorite nonbinary blog on tumblr? not really

21.Feminine, masculine, androgynous - or none of those things? im just me

22. What are your three favorite things about yourself? im smart in multiple ways, im funny and am a good problem solver