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babybluebex · 2 months

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ughhhh boyf dom is my fav!! I know I mentioned this in the vacay ask but he will always take pics of you!! Candids always, all day every day, but also if you ever want to take pictures for instagram or anything like that he’ll double as your photographer and number one hype man. And those cute couple TikTok fit checks omg just imagine everyone going crazy over the two of you like not even fans but just everyone hyping you up in the comments (she’s everything, he’s just Ken vibes lmao) anyway this is going to be my daydream for forever and a half now (also I hope you have a great time at your show tonight!!!)

ugh i love the thought of hype man boyf dominic, he loves awards season bc you're always dressed up and look so stunning, he can't stop himself from snapping pics of you at all times, no matter what you're doing

and if you ask for posed pictures to post, he's being serious about it, telling you how to turn your head and where to place your hand, and if the lighting isn't good in the place you chose, he'll move you to the side until you reach the good lighting, and he's doing that dorky Thing "work it, girl! yes ma'am, you're slaying it!" and it makes you laugh so hard

and as far as the tiktok fit checks go, he'll crash yours all the time, you're just trying to show off the sundress you thrifted and he stands in the back of the frame eating a sandwich and sweetly heckling you the whole time "who's this smokeshow here? damn girl, you look fire" and omg the whole meme about like "pookie's looking incredible today", dom EATS THAT UP and jokes about it all the time, you're doing a fit check for the baftas and he comes into the video "pookie looks amazing as usual, wearing... balenciaga, right?" and you nod "i like this on you... a quintessential pookie outfit"

i can see like for halloween, you and dom went to one of your friend's parties as western barbie and ken, and back when you posted the video of you two lipsyncing the "take a walk or something!" scene, nobody really knew who dom was, and people find the video after ryan does "I'm Just Ken" at the oscars and you make dom reenact it on the street in philly and the comments are all "IS THAT DOMINIC SESSA???!!!" and your friends comment "100k views on tiktok, she's an influencer"

#bex answers #anon ask #dominic sessa x reader

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brayneworms · 9 months

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— 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

note: please find the complete list of content warnings in the fics themselves, and note that this masterlist will only display the more 'extreme' ones. minors and ageless blogs, do not interact with this post or any of the fics linked.

almost none of these fics will feature sub!reader. reader will either be a dom, switch, or power dynamics won't be explored. almost all readers will be totally gender-neutral, with maybe three exceptions such as amab or afab anatomy.

these kinks, characters and content are subject to change.

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟏

fingering + hinata hajime content. new relationship, gn!reader, post-killing game, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟐

frottage , sexual frustration, virginity + leviathan content. virgin!levi, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟑

dry humping + sampo koski, tighnari content. hatsex elements, gn reader, tba summary. tba content. inexperienced!tighnari, gn!reader, ear petting, tba summary.

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟒

overstimulation + xiao content. inexperienced!xiao, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟓

face-sitting + hayakawa aki content. afab!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟔

collar/leash + mammon content. light petplay elements, anal fingering, praise kink, gn!reader summary. mammon lost a bet, but he doesn't consider it much of a loss, considering

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟕

praise kink + jolyne cujoh content. afab!fem!reader, switch!reader, established relationship, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟖

chastity + dazai osamu content. gn!reader, brat dazai, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟎𝟗

slutwear + leander content. masochist!leander, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎

kissing + johnny joestar content. anal fingering, slight internalised ableism, crying summary. johnny's lost all feeling below his waist, but you try to find another way to make him feel good

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏

teasing + akutagawa ryunosuke content. virgin!akutagawa, gn reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐

orgasm denial/control, lingerie + sonia nevermind, tanaka gundham content. threesome, switch!reader, gn reader, established relationship, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑

bondage + shenhe, scaramouche content. trust excerises, established relationship, gn reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒

uniform + belphegor content. nurse!belphegor, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓

boot worship + al-haitham content. hatesex elements, brat!alhaitham, gn!reader summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔

body worship + tsukimi shin content. sweet and sappy, gn!reader, established relationship, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕

blowjob + edogawa ranpo content. amab!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖

service top/power bottom + cyno content. pb!cyno, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗

biting + yosano akiko content. gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎

thigh fucking + mhin content. amab!mhin, hatesex elements, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏

hair pulling + kishibe content. masochist!kishibe, light degradation, gn!reaeder, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐

sexual exhaustion + komaeda nagito content. gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑

fancy dress + asmodeus, solomon content. threesome, switch!reader, gn!reader summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒

bratty sub + urie kuki content. gn!reader, brat urie, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟓

leather + higashiyama kobeni content. inexperienced!kobeni, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟔

wax play + kaneki ken content. kuroneki, masochist!kaneki, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟕

edging + matsuda touta content. soft, gn!reader, post-canon, tba summary. tba

➥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟖

enclosed space + l lawliet content. trapped in a closet, gn!reader, tba summary. tba

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stanfanfiction · 8 months

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Okay, any fun requests or ideas for the next Taste of You chapter? I’m actually REALLY tempted to have Ken take the reader to Barbieland and let chaos ensue 😂😂😂

I also get TONS of extra love especially in DMs every time I give Ken some extra dom! energy / jealousy issues, so I’m kinda balancing on that while working to not make him ridiculously possessive because I don’t feel like *this* Ken would get to that point. I have also considered him having a therapy session to see how emotional I could get it and then maybe he drowns all of those emotions in, ya know, sex.

I’m also having minor struggles because I’ve been working on four different Bucky Barnes commissions (which thankfully I’ve been given permission to post all of them, but I’ll be making a separate blog because I like my pink pastel Ken blog here and don’t wanna mix the vibes with Bucky), and so trying to balance them all while being happy with my for-fun Ken writings has been a lot, but since (at least for now) I have no more commissions, I’m hoping the next Ken chapter will be within a week-ish. Especially because I just started writing it.

#ryan gosling #ken #barbie movie #ken barbie #ken doll #ken smut #ken x reader #ken x reader smut #fanfiction #ryan gosling fanfic

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dranna · 7 months

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Movie Night with Ken

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Warnings: fluff, tiny tiny angst, hurt/comfort, feeling excluded, sobbing, not beta read

Summary: Ken planned a special night to watch a horsey movie with you. But when emotions starts bubbling up due to the film, he gets insecure.

a/n: I watched this movie for the first time a few days ago, and I fell in love with this silly. (I'm still practising writing and english is not my first language, so I apologise for mistakes) ((lowkey nervous posting this ))

tags my beloveds: @ken-dom

Moon was shining,

Stars were singing,

All the clouds went sleeping.

It was a quiet evening,

Notley as quiet as Los Angeles can be,

When Ken was busy arranging things,

He thought were important for his doings.

You two were in your home,

That Ken called Dojo Mojo.

You still remembered the time,

Caughting him red handed as he tried,

To hide something from your sight.

“What you got there dear?”

“I-it’s nothing..

It’s stupid really haha..”

— as he moved,

You saw a picture of—

“Horses?

Is that what you tried to hide from me? “

“ … yes.”

“ Oh you silly!

Come,

Tell me about them, everything.”

“ Really?!”

— And with that,

He started telling you all things,

About horse riding and races,

While you let him to put,

That beloved picture on the wall.

Right now as he was organising your Dojo,

He looked at the canvas many times,

As if collecting confidence from its sight.

He checked everything twice,

Because he wanted to make everything perfectly fine.

You were waiting patiently in the kitchen,

Stealing secret looks towards that working man.

After he found everything flawless,

He escorted you in your bedchamber,

The room was casted with a pinkish light,

Burning candles on the bedsides.

“My idea was.. I thought,

That we can watch,

The horse movie together,

Spirit: the Stallion of the Cinnamon!”

“It’s Cimarron”

— You laughed,

As you saw him all so excited.

Standing on tiptoes,

And taking a breath,

You kissed his little face,

That made his cheeks scarlety red.

“So it’s a sleepover?”

“Yes”

— with your reply,

He punched the air,

Jumping up and down in a merry way.

“Sublime!”

The two of you were on the bed,

That Ken insisted to be decorated with pinkness,

Buried under pillow forts and blankets,

Flushed together in sweetness.

There wasn’t a quiet minute,

Because Ken was talking horse facts,

And exhale his delights and surprises.

How you loved to see him that way,

Comfortable and talkative!

You could’ve listen to his silly little things for hours,

So you can see his adorable smile,

Accompanied with giggles,

Which were music in the night.

The movie was progressing,

So as the plot,

And you noticed a silence that covered you both,

As the end credits rolled you turned,

To see what’s wrong.

He sank deeper into the soft covers,

Turning away from you,

“Ken?”

— You called softly his name,

Resulting in him sinking even further away,

Something is wrong,

But what?

So you gently touched,

His carved shoulders.

If it wasn’t for the contract you would never know,

But shivers were running through,

His perfect beach-ready form.

“What’s the matter?

I thought the movie wasn’t that bad!”

“ He got free.. after all the h-hardships,

And ..found l-love!

Someone who ap-ppreciates him—“

A sudden sob cut him short,

Making him turn away even more,

“Ken, there is nothing wrong with crying.”

“You think so?”

“Yes I do”

—With that ,

You pulled him up from the deep Bluness,

Tugging him into a cosy embrace,

Filling his chest with warmness.

Silly silly Ken thought,

That showing “weakness”,

Would resort,

You realising he isn’t Kenough,

That he is a pathetic, unworthy doll,

And would be yet again left alone,

In the footsteps of yours.

Of course,

You would never leave this cutie pie behind,

You only want to see him shine.

With your arms around his hot body,

And the praises from your lips,

He finally started to relax and let,

His emotions to wash over his head,

With teary puppy eyes,

He started to tell headcanons of his mind.

With your blooming love,

You two were a peaceful island among,

The noisy streets and haste,

Where only the night sky,

Could hear Ken’s movie ideas.

He just talked and talked until he felt,

The magical visit of dreamland.

Sleep came and hid you both,

Under that horsy picture,

Which watched over you two.

#ken x reader #ryan gosling ken #barbie 2023 #ken x you #ken x y/n #barbie ken #ryan gosling!ken #ken fic #ken fluff #poetry #poem #poems on tumblr #ao3 #ken #ken barbie #fluff

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ryanspinkfuzzyblanket · 3 months

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No Artificial Colours or Flavours

Blade Runner 2049 Fanfic - Officer K

Summary:

K is on the run with Deckard and Ana. He doesn’t feel real, Of course he doesn’t, he’s a replicant. But there are some days where he feels more real than others

The one where K tries chocolate for the first time

Warnings: Brief mention of blood and stab wound, the word ‘ass’ is said once by Deckard, some form of existentialism from K (?)

A/N: this fanfic was originally written back in september and was inspired by an ao3 fanfic. i unfortunately don’t remember the author’s name but credits to them. this is my first post on here so it’s a tad bit scary haha. i’d like to thank two blogs for giving me the confidence to in the first place @hollandstrophyhusband and @ken-dom you guys are such talented writers and i love reading your fics!

Wordcount: 1,387

There was a warm glow coming from the kitchen light that illuminated the small space. It was almost comforting in a sense.

Almost.

But something felt off. It always did. K couldn’t remember a time where he had simply been able to sit in comfort and feel. Even when he had Joi, he was never truly comforted. Everything felt artificial; never real.

The kitchen was mostly silent apart from the slight hum of the fridge that didn’t actually have much stored in it. The only contents within the metal box were gas station sandwiches. (Fridges were actually mostly made from plastic but that's besides the point). Only two remained out of the five they had stocked up on a few days ago. Most food supplies were stored outside of the fridge. This mainly included non-perishable items such as the cans of beans Deckard so graciously loaded up on. The assorted range of legumes didn’t need the colder temperatures that the fridge provided.

K noticed he had been staring a hole into the metal, no; plastic, box whilst he sat with his thoughts and quickly refocused his attention back to the area in front of him. There, just a few feet away from the replicant, Deckard stood with his back facing towards him. The older man rummaged through cans of beans in search of something.

“I’m not sure any more pills should go into your system, kid.” Deckard had told K as the two walked into the kitchen together moments ago.

There was a gruff edge to his voice as if his mind momentarily strayed elsewhere when speaking the words.

There was a pause before he continued. “But I've got something for you to try.”

Though it had been well over a week since K was stabbed by Luv, he found himself still sickly which was odd since a: he never got sick and b: when he did, he would heal up within a day or two depending on the illness.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you for still being ill.” K had been told by Deckard after mentioning he should’ve been better by now, “It’s almost like you were stabbed in the artery and were bleeding out in the snow.”

There had been a sarcastic bite to the man’s tone but the way the corners of his mouth twitched betrayed an underlying playfulness.

The sickness K felt caused him to consume more pills than usually needed. The usual amount being zero. He observed Ana’s face scrunch up in worry that evening before bed when he had popped his fifth of the day. He hoped the drugs would cause him to sleep through the entire night but when he found himself fitfully resting and eventually waking up altogether, he got up to find more. The action was odd. Usually, he would simply lay there silently awake, looking over the cracks in the ceiling and scanning his eyes over the impurities. Then again, the fact that he was sick in the first place was odd too.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

K whipped his head around to where the voice had come from, hands still in the drawer looking for pills.

He paused, finding his words, “Yeah.”

“Come on, follow me.”

That’s how K now found himself sitting at a dirty kitchen bench, dust mostly caking the surface apart from fingerprints from him, Deckard, and Ana. He looked on curiously as a soft bang was heard. The noise was soon followed by a grumbled string of expletives from Deckard. More sounds of the cans being reorganized was heard before a triumphant exclamation.

“Ah hah!”

K furrowed his eyebrows as he saw the older man pull his hand out from the bottom kitchen cabinet, holding a bar wrapped in purple plastic. Fancy gold lettering decorated the bar as it read ‘Magnifique’.

“This, kid,” Deckard spoke, opening the purple wrapping, “is way better than those pills.”

As the man unwrapped the plastic, it revealed a shining silver on the underside. K remained silent, listening to the way the wrapper crinkled and watched as Deckard's fingers pulled out a brown bar.

“Chocolate.” Deckard said simply, breaking off half of the bar and walking towards the dusty bench.

He reached out to hand the brown bar to K, who hesitated to take it. Deckard waved it in front of K, beckoning him to grab it.

“Where did you get this?” K asked as he took the half, “Isn’t it expensive?”

Walking past the wealthier suburbs of Los Angeles, K had encountered children eating the brown substance before. He remembered overhearing an elderly woman once, sharing a story to her friend about how her mother had told her there had been a time where chocolate and other sweets were cheap and easy to come by. K never took much notice of the treats. He was perfectly fine with his synthetic meat and noodles. Afterall, he wasn’t real so what use were human pleasures.

Deckard shrugged, “Traded the gas station owner for it. The guy apparently found a couple of bars and was willing to give it out in exchange for something.”

K eyed the chocolate before looking at Deckard. He had begun to feel it melting under the heat of his fingers.

“Well, are you gonna try it or not, kid?”

K looked at the bar. He supposed eating it would be a good way to rid his fingers of the uncomfortable stickiness he encountered with the melting substance. Taking a bite, K’s tongue was surprised at the flavour. He wasn’t expecting something so creamy and sweet, though, creamy wasn’t exactly the perfect word to use but it melted and went down easily. When his mouthful had gone, he took another bite and then another. Soon, the half bar was gone and he was left with chocolate on his fingers which he licked off before wiping them onto his sweatpants.

Deckard looked pleased, “Better than those pills?”

K nodded, “Yeah.”

There was a quiet moment between the two of them before Deckard spoke up again.

“You should go back to sleep, kid.” K gave a nod, “You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“The chocolate will help.” The replicant spoke.

Deckard chuckled before turning back around to tidy the cans of beans back to how they were before he had gone rummaging, “Yeah, I guess it will. Goodnight, son.”

K felt himself freeze at the word.

Son

He was surprised everytime Deckard said it. Son.

A son was somebody real. Only somebody real could be a son and K was not.

“Goodnight, Deckard.” K said to the older man.

The latter sighed and turned around.

“How many times do I have to tell you to just call me Rick?” He asked. There wasn’t any scorn in his voice, “You helped me reunite with my daughter and I saved your ass from bleeding out in the snow. I’m sure we’re on a first name basis.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize, son.”

There it was again. Son.

This time it caught K less off-guard but still made him feel something strange on the inside. He felt warm? Just like how the chocolate got warm under his touch.

“Goodnight, Rick.” There was a brief pause between the two words as K internally reminded himself to call the older man by his first name.

“Goodnight, K. Go get some rest.”

K moved off his seat and turned around, moving back to where his sleeping bag was in the other room. As he got on the floor and into the material he felt his abdomen strain slightly where he had been stabbed. Maybe one day, if they had a more permanent place to stay, they would invest in beds. K chose not to zip up the sleeping bag but instead draped the material over his chest. He glanced over to where Ana was sleeping peacefully, chest rising and falling steadily. He felt a sudden pang of warmth similar to how he felt before when Deckard, Rick, called him son.

K turned his head back towards the ceiling and looked at the cracks. Soon, he shut his eyes and darkness flooded him. Though he did initially struggle to find rest, this was far from his sleepless nights back in his apartment in LA. It was new and it made him feel more real.

#officer k #ryan gosling #officer k fanfic #officer k fanfiction #blade runner 2049 #blade runner 2049 fanfic #blade runner 2049 fanfiction #ryan gosling fanfiction #ryan gosling fanfic #officer KD9-3.7 fanfiction #rick deckard fanfiction #dr ana stelline fanfiction #harrison ford fanfiction

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heresthestorymorningglory · 7 months

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Under Your Spell - Part 2

Good morning my loves!

Part 2 is comin' in hot 🔥If you missed part 1 find it here

A/N: As I said initially, approach with caution; as per usual it’s an 18+ NSFW but on top of that this one has a stalker warning, some voyeurism and also got a tad violent. it’s not TOTALLY Dead Dove, Don’t Eat but it toes that line, so if that’s not for you, just don’t okay?

And of course, again I say,

I can’t post without giving credit where credit is due; this thing took on a life of it’s own and if it weren’t for @ken-dom and @travelerwashere it wouldn’t be what it is; I can’t thank you both enough for your constant support and inspiration (at all hours of the night) and keeping me from spiraling down the anxiety rabbit hole you both know I tend to lose myself in <3

Title credit goes to my fellow Goosecord compadre @webbo0, and he also gets credit for the "If you know me irl and you saw this...no you didn't (you know who you are xD)

Enjoy babes <3

Multiple times throughout the week he had freely let himself into your house, not to do anything malicious…he would never, just simply to sit on your bed and read your journal.

Today was Saturday, and if you stuck to your usual routine, you would be out until well into the afternoon. He had found himself in a bit of a weird routine himself, he would find your journal which lately you had kept on your bedside table, and before taking off his boots (because sitting on your bed with them on was just rude) he would check behind your pillows where you had yet to discover the lacy pink…..they were gone.

He frowned, moving the pillows a little more…he was almost certain he’d-

“Is this what you’re looking for?”

His blood froze instantly and he slowly straightened up, making no moves to turn around immediately. His mind raced with excuses, reasons he would be here, in your bedroom…he had none.

Slowly, he turned around and there you stood, your face unreadable, one hand on your hip, the other holding those pink panties.

He didn’t speak, he couldn’t….what could he possibly say? And yet, there you stood, silently, waiting, blocking his exit.

After a few more excruciating seconds you raised an eyebrow “Well?”

He opened his mouth to speak and couldn’t find the words, so he closed it again; you didn’t seem angry though….or scared. Just…indifferent.

He licked his lips and tried again, looking from your face to the pink garment hanging off your index finger…they were clean, which meant you had washed them.

When he still didn’t speak, you did; obviously tired of waiting for an explanation he didn’t have.

“Do you make a habit of breaking into your neighbours houses?” you asked, the question obviously being rhetorical as you continued “Going through drawers, and journals….”

His brow creased as he listened to your words…how had you known…

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, navigating somewhere before turning the screen towards him.

“But my personal favourite,” you continued, as he watched himself on your tiny screen, back on that first day

“I…” he had started, not really sure what to say next; you had cameras, there was no denying it, no making up excuses, you’d had cold hard evidence in the palm of your hand; he was busted.

You walked deeper into the room, setting your phone on the dresser as you spoke. He was rooted to the spot, even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t move.

“Does it turn you on?” you asked softly, pink panties now swinging from your still extended index finger as you walked, like a lioness, stalking her prey “Watching me?”

He wasn’t sure what to say, so instead of incriminating himself further, he kept quiet; his heart slamming against his ribcage.

“And you read my journal…” you continued, in that soft even tone, that only slightly put him on edge “Which means you read what I wrote….about you”

His nose scrunched slightly in confusion briefly as he listened to you, your journal still in his hands.

You had stopped walking, now standing a few feet in front of him before you tossed the panties at him; instinctively he caught them against his stomach; eyes locking with yours.

You looked him up and down and he watched you curiously. Were you….flirting?

“Do it again”

He cocked his head slightly with a frown; hand unintentionally closing tightly around the underwear still in his hand. “What?”

“You heard me” your voice was still low, even and unbothered “Do it again” you repeated, reaching out and taking your journal from his hand, tossing it on your bed. “Come on,” you taunted, “Or would you rather watch from under my bed?”

He stood face to face with you in this standoff; you were unreadable, was this punishment? Or were you more like him than he had realized?

“I want to watch you jerk off into my panties” you whispered, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

You were flirting.

Almost instantaneously, his body felt like it had been set on fire; his cock rock hard and straining against his jeans. He unbuttoned his jeans, very aware that your eyes were watching him, and had before…

"Take your gloves off; I want you to feel them" you smiled up at him from under your lashes.

He chewed the inside of his cheek but did as you asked, pulling them off and putting them in your outstretched hand, his fingers brushing your palm sending shockwaves through his overheated form.

You ran your tongue between your lips, your fingers toying with the worn leather.

"I'm waiting" you whispered and he watched as you took the gloves dragging the leather fingertips down your chest and between your cleavage.

His eyes slipped closed as he wrapped his fingers around his shaft enveloped in that familiar silky fabric.

"Look at me"

He moaned, and opened them, you had moved closer, mere inches between you now.

His breathing had gotten heavier, his knees threatening to give out.

He gasped audibly when your hand closed around his; slender and warm, stroking slowly. You pressed against him and he shuddered.

Your breath was hot against his neck.

"I watch you too" you whispered and he squeezed his eyes shut, a deep guttural moan as he spilled over his hand and yours.

You moaned into his neck, smiling against his skin, as you kissed his jaw dropping the newly soiled underwear at your feet. Your now bare hand, closing around his cock with no barrier between the two. He moaned as you stroked, he could feel himself growing hard against your palm.

"I-I can't…" he breathed

"Can't or won't?" You asked, squeezing gently and he moaned loud "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

You pulled back, and the pout on your lips made him want to bite them. Hard.

"Or do you just like watching me?" You pressed against him "Get naked?"

There was a silence that hung in the air before you spoke again. "I want you" you moaned and he broke.

He slammed you up against the wall, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip before he sucked on it and you moaned against his lips. Your hands tugged hard on his jeans before yanking his jacket off.

His hands pulled just as frantically at your clothes, still not convinced this wasn't a dream. He yanked your t-shirt over your head, both hands cupping your breasts over your bra, burying his nose into your cleavage, teeth sinking into the meaty flesh. You threw your head back moaning to the ceiling, pushing your chest out, fingers twisting in his golden locks, pulling hard.

He sank to his knees in front of you, you had released your hold in his hair, eyes meeting his as he looked up at you from the floor, hands hovering over your hips; you pulled on your bottom lip with your thumb and index finger with a nod. “Do it” you nodded breathlessly and he throbbed painfully between his own legs.

Fingers curling around the waist of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties in one swift motion.

Chest heaving as you kicked them off, his bare hands sliding up your warm naked thighs. He leaned forward, nose pressed against your core; you moaned over him, and he felt your hands find his shoulders to steady yourself on the wall. He licked a hot stripe up your centre and your knees instantly buckled as you thrust your hips forward with a loud cry; He squeezed your hips harder, with a shove, pinning them against the wall with more force before he continued his assault on your most sensitive parts, you were absolutely soaked. He moaned into your folds and this time when your knees buckled he let them, arms hooking under your knees and around the backs of your thighs,your legs over either one of his shoulders, his hands pressing against the small of your back, forcing your core to be flush with his mouth. His boot slid against the polished floor trying to find its grip as he tipped you gently, distributing your weight, you braced yourself against the wall, giving him the leverage he needed to get to his feet; you leaned forward as he pulled you away from the wall just long enough before he dropped you on your back on your bed, hearing you gasp as the air rushed from your lungs.

“God, please” you breathed as he knelt on the bed, head dipping between your now bent knees, placing soft kisses on the inside of your thighs, before his mouth enveloped your entire dripping core, fucking you with his tongue.

Then you started to whimper and it was like music to his ears, heels in a fetal attempt at digging into your soft mattress, as you fisted the sheets underneath you, begging for it not to stop; for him not to stop.

Your hips thrusting forward as your body started to shake, he reached up with his hands keeping your hips steady and your hands covered his, your nails biting into the backs as you arched your back, voice straining with effort as you came unraveled in his hands,

He pulled back breathing hard himself, his head dropped, still between your bent knees, the taste of you on his lips as you swallowed hard, catching your breath. You pawed for him, your mouth claiming his in a breathless needy kiss, pulling him on top of you, your face pink and flushed.

You pulled away first, breathing hard against his mouth as you spoke “More, I want more”

He dropped his head and you pushed a hand through his hair, kissing his face and neck, any part of him you could reach from underneath him it seemed.

“Tell me” His voice was thick with arousal with every intention to draw this out as long as he could. Even if it meant edging himself beyond a point of pleasure.

“I want you to be rough with me”

He sat back slightly, not sure he had heard you properly “What?”

“I want you to be rough with me” you repeated, looking up at him “Bite me, slap me,” you paused for a beat “Choke me…Fuck me”

He moved to kiss you and you pressed a flat palm to his chest, shaking your head sitting up, forcing him to shift backwards.

“Not tonight” you sat up climbing off your bed, grabbing a silk robe and wrapping it around yourself.

He tried to make the words he was hearing make sense; he stood up ignoring the painful throb between his thighs, your soft laugh caught his attention. He turned to look at you as you held your robe closed as you chewed on your lip. “You should take care of that,” you smiled biting a fingernail with a jerk of your chin “It looks painful”

He couldn’t help chuckling then; that’s the kind of game you wanted to play; he didn’t say anything, just ran his tongue between his lips watching as you turned on your heel in the doorway “You found your way in, you can find your way out” and then you winked at him before disappearing; the bathroom door closing across the hall.

#ryan gosling #drive 2011 #driver x reader

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webbo0 · 7 months

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A Night To Remember

AKA: How did Holland get that hand tattoo?

Warnings: Alcohol, Angst, negative self worth, dead wife mention (?), usual Holland messiness

Part of the Pathetic Holland trio fics along with I Can Fix Him. by @ken-dom and Drunken Stranger by @hollandstrophyhusband. Shout out to them for enabling encouraging my writing, go check them out!!

Also be forgiving about the formatting, this is my first time posting fanfiction to Tumblr 😅

The problem with a loving marriage, Holland thinks, is that you start to collect small anniversaries all the time, happy memories worth celebrating. The first date, the first kiss, the first time going to the disco, the first time staying the night, the proposal, the wedding, etc. And Anne had loved to celebrate each and every one. Something about “loving each day as if it’s your last”.

And look how that turned out Holland thinks as he finishes his first drink of the evening.

Today was one of those small anniversaries. Well, it would sound small to anyone else, but it was one of Holland’s favorites. 13 years ago tonight, he knew he was ready to be a father. Anne had gone into labor a whole week earlier than the midwife had told them was expected and she was panicking. Her whole pregnancy Holland had been a nervous wreck; researching the foods to avoid, buying every weird gadget on the market, and fastidiously believing he would be a horrible father. His own father was shit, and well, the apple never falls far from the tree, y’know?

But when the contractions had started (a whole week!) early, all of the sudden he was laser-focused. He got their go-bag, called the midwife, and even drove them to the hospital without his usual clumsiness. It wasn’t until he saw his daughter- Holly- it wasn’t until he saw Holly that it finally came together. Anne was glowing, holding her like the treasure she was, and handed her to Holland. It all clicked in place.

“This is what I was meant for.” he choked out, tears collecting in his eyes. “I never want to forget this moment” He locked eyes with his wife, and everything was perfect.

Every year after that, they celebrated this moment. They made sure to do it 2 days before Holly’s actual birthday, to prevent any hangovers or potential mishaps from ruining their baby girl's day.

So here he is. In the bar they went to every year for 13 years. Her favorite drink was a sweet red wine (she hated anything bitter), so Holland takes a sip from a glass of some after every shot. Which means he’s 5 sips in? He doesn’t remember.

Memories are a funny thing, Holland muses.

His memory’s been shit his whole life. He struggled in school, never remembering his assignments, never knowing where his wallet was, and don’t get him started on his paperwork. It was why Anne was so insistent on celebrating the little things

“You have to start living in the present, honey” she would tell him, always with a small smile.

But tonight he was stuck in the past.

It had only been 2 years since she di- since the fire, and his memories were already starting to slip away from him. Maybe he should write them down? He turns to the bartender.

“Heyyyy Pam, d’ya have a pen or something?” He knows he’s slurring his words, but he doesn’t care. Pam the bartender had worked there for years, and Holland had a sneaking suspicion she remembered him, seeing as his glass hadn’t been empty all night. She turns to him with a look in her eyes. Is it pity? Disgust? Worry? Holland’s too drunk to tell. She hands him a pen and turns back to cleaning some glasses.

Holland lets himself slip back into the past, trying desperately to remember.

Remember her voice, her smile, her smell, anything.

He knows he’s forgetting something. When he finally handed Holly back to her at the hospital, she had said something to him. Something important. He shakes his head as if he could stir up the memory from the haze of alcohol and regret.

“You will never…” he mutters to himself. He knew it started with that at least. He’s gotta write this down before he forgets again. If he writes it on a napkin he knows he’ll lose it, but luckily he has a hand right here! He’ll just jot it down so sober him can write it down properly later. Well, sober-ish, he can’t remember the last time he was properly dry.

He goes to write down the few words he knows, but his hands are shaking far too much. Shit.

“Hey, Pam?” He calls out, probably too loudly. “Can you help me out for a second?” This time he knows he’s slurring his words, but he has more pressing matters.

“I’m not helping you invent a new drink again, Mr. March. I never got rid of the stains from last time” Pam says, but still, she turns towards him.

“No, no, my mixology days are behind me” he jokes but his smile is more forced than usual

“Can you just write something down for me? Right here?” he asks, holding up his hand for her to take.

She raises an eyebrow, but takes his hand (he misses her touch so much it burns), uncapping the pen in preparation.

“Thanks” he mutters God, what was it again? Right.

“Ok, ok, write down, uh, ‘You will never’, um, You will never…” he trails off. He can’t remember.

“You will never what?”

Holland lets himself fill in the blank and blurts out the truth.

“You will never be happy.”

Pam pauses, glancing at Holland with a look that this time he knows is pity, but she dutifully writes it down.

Holland holds his hand up to take a look. She had added a smiley face.

“Thanks' ' he murmurs again, as he stands (more like tumbles) from his seat, making sure to leave enough money behind for the bill plus a nice tip for Pam. He slams back the last of his liquor, and stumbles out the door, into the bright lights of LA. Why had he left? He doesn’t remember. Stupid fucking memory.

“Gotta make sure I remember…gotta be permanent” he slurs out to no one in particular. He feels his consciousness fading into an alcohol-induced blackout.

Tomorrow he'll wake up in a bathtub with a tattoo permanently reminding him of his worth.

Tomorrow he’ll cut his arm open trying to break into a bar for his latest stupid case.

Tomorrow he’ll come close to dying in the back of an ambulance and his last thoughts will be how much he’s fucked everything up.

In two days he’ll meet the man that will change his life forever, and then the day after that he’ll take a case that’ll change his life even more.

But right now it’s today. And before he slips into blissful nothingness, Holland remembers the sound of Anne’s laughter and the smell of gas.

#the nice guys #the nice guys fanfic #holland march #Holland March fanfic #my writing #fanfiction #angst #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fanfic

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kndllroys · 7 months

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something only we know

18+ minors dni!! smut, vaginal fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, soft dom!ken, implied age gap

a/n: this is my first ever fic? i wrote this in my notes app so i apologize in advance if it sucks lol also if i missed any tags or warnings please lmk!!! i also posted this on ao3. my username there is hardt0explain

You can sense his presence before you actually see him. Someone like Kendall commands the attention of a room that way. You’re at your favorite dive bar, a place Kendall is known to frequent when he’s in a certain headspace, feeling particularly young and daring. Glancing his way, you can see Ken has that gleam in his eye. You smile to yourself, knowing if you play your cards right you won’t even have to ask - he will be ravenous, animalistic.

Kendall sees you smiling to yourself; you’re clearly not paying attention to your friend chattering on beside you. So smug, Ken thinks to himself as he suppresses a grin. He knows how much of an ego boost it is for you when he shows up out of the blue, wanting you. He knows you’re going to be fun tonight.

“Hi,” Ken approaches your table and shamelessly rakes his eyes over your body.

Your friend has seen Kendall approach you multiple times at this very bar, but she can never really get used to it. She stops in her tracks, mid-sentence, mouth agape.

“Hi, Ken,” you take your straw out of your cocktail and place it between your teeth, still holding it between your pointer finger and thumb. “You decided to make your quarterly pop-in, eh?”

“Well, of course. I just, uh, had a feeling you might be here. We have that kind of magnetic pull toward one another, don’t you think?” Ken is laying it on thick already. This might be a record.

Your friend takes that as her cue to leave and politely excuses herself, “Oh! I think I see my friend from my yoga class. I’m gonna catch up with her - call me if you need me, okay?” She gives your hand a squeeze before heading across the bar.

“You know, I think there might be something there. It’s just hard to tell sometimes,” you tease as Kendall scoots in beside you at your booth. He’s right up next to you, his thigh flush against yours and his face so close to yours you can smell the sandalwood of his beard oil. He’s grown out his facial hair. Just a bit. He looks fucking good.

“You think?” Kendall challenges, the k at the end of the word prominent. You nod and ghost your fingers over his knee, up to his mid-thigh and drape your hand to casually linger between his legs. You look up at him through heavily lidded eyes. His breathing hitches.

“Yes, baby, I think. What if you take me and show me? You wanna see how good I can take your cock?” You’re feeling bold now. You slide your hand up to feel his cock hardening inside his trousers. Your face is still close to his; you lean in close to his ear and whine.

“Alright. Let’s go. Brat.”

Kendall practically drags you to his car. Once you’ve shut the car door, he’s on you. You try to play coy but he isn’t having it. His hands are all over you - cupping your face as he kisses you deeply, pulling your hair so he can kiss and nip at your exposed neck, grasping your breasts through your dress. You let out a whine when he suddenly stops.

“Not yet,” is all he says.

On the elevator ride up to his penthouse, he grabs your hand and rubs his thumb along your knuckles. He’s still not looking your direction. You know you’re in for it.

The elevator dings - Kendall steps over the threshold and pulls you into his penthouse with fervor. His lips are on yours and he is just as you imagined, just as he has always been - needy, passionate. You love having him this way. He walks you backwards, making your way to his living room.

“Did you miss me, baby?” you coo, turning around and bracing yourself on the couch so you can give a little bounce against his cock. He’s breathing heavy already.

“Fuck you,” he groans. Kendall pulls up the skirt of your dress and bends you over the arm of the couch. “Fucking brat,” he pulls your panties down and off your body. “God, you have no right feeling this fucking good,” he says as he pushes two fingers into your cunt. “So fucking wet for me, baby.”

You cry out, arching your back and grinding against his fingers. Fuck, why does he have to be so good at this? Before you can catch your breath, Ken drops to his knees and bends you further over the arm of the couch so he can reach your cunt with his mouth. You can feel his moans vibrating into you as he drinks you in, eating pussy like his life depends on it. Fuck, the way his facial hair scratches against you, your clit, your thighs.

“Baby, oh fu— oh fuck. I need—“ you stutter. Then, Ken’s patronizing voice—

“Oh, sweetheart, I know you can do better than that. Use your words baby, come on. Tell me what you need from me.”

“Ken, I— I need you. Fuck,” you manage.

“You need me? Oh, baby, I know that. Come on. Surely you’re not fucked stupid yet, baby. Tell me exactly what you need,” Kendall’s scolding now.

“Kendall, oh god, I need to fuck you.”

Kendall lets out a low groan, “Good girl.”

Ken is back on his feet again. You hear a belt buckle and zipper. You feel the tip of his cock brushing against your cunt and subconsciously push your hips back, seeking him out. Kendall stops your hips before he can enter you.

“Oh, you are so pitiful. Such a pathetic little thing,” Kendall condescends. He leans closer and whispers in your ear, “You’re so fucking good for me,” and pushes himself inside you completely.

You barely recognize your voice as you cry out his name, grabbing at the pillows in front of you and Ken behind you and anything you can get your hands on to tether yourself to reality. You push your hips back into him and arch your back, trying to get him as far inside you as possible. Kendall grabs your hips and snaps his into you, grunting as he thrusts.

“Let’s try something,” Ken interrupts. He pulls off his trousers and button down shirt, boxers following shortly after. You slip your dress off and Kendall hands you his button down.

“Put this on. Leave it unbuttoned.”

You do as you’re told and Kendall promptly pulls you down onto the floor with him, giving you kisses and grasping at your breasts hungrily.

Kendall sits cross legged, and with much care and attention, helps you wrap your legs around him and lower yourself onto his cock. The closeness, the intimacy is so much more intense than you could have ever imagined or hoped for. Your nipples press up against his bare chest. Kendall looks at you hungrily, thinking that witnessing you in this position wearing his shirt is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

You run your nails down his back, feeling the slickness of his sweat atop his strong muscles. His fingers find your clit and you cry out, burying your face in his neck. Ken circles the pads of his fingers against your cunt as you gasp and whine and beg.

“Come on, baby. You take me so well. Let me hear you cum for me,” Kendall pleads.

You fall apart around his cock, head thrown back and moans echoing off the ceiling. The noises coming out of your mouth are unrecognizable to you, but the ecstasy you feel overshadows any embarrassment you might have had.

“I can’t stop, fu— fuck, I can’t—“ Kendall cries out, sounding so pitiful (and erotic) as he cums inside you. He moans, whimpers, performs a monologue about how perfect, beautiful, amazing you are. You both take a moment to catch your breath, Ken still inside you.

Kendall is the first to speak, “So, uh… you think we have something?”

#kendall roy smut #kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy/reader #kendall roy fanfic #kendall roy x you #succession #succession smut #kendall roy fic #succession fanfic

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0hmyg0th · 21 days

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( I doubt anybody will see this but whatever 😭 )

— but y’know usually I don’t entertain things like this but this is so comical that I have to indulge 💀 to give a crumb of attention to what this anon is clearly begging for 🤗 and it’s also clear that they want to be seen and heard by leaving a trail ( which is not even the half of it ) of what they think deem to be true. Just a disclaimer, all characters that’s in the jjk universe is fictional characters. that is a fact. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Instead of replying to anon I thought I would make a generalize statement about this. Recently, I put out smau type of fic of the jjk characters; mostly the men. and literally the title is called. “asking jjk men if you can peg them” or something along those lines. purely based off of a idea had in my head and instead of making a full fic I thought it would be cool to make it into a smau ! 😛. Assuming, anon felt like it wasn’t their cup of tea which lead them to start bombard me with messages stating their point of view of the idea of the jjk men being so oppose to the idea of “pegging” ( oh brother 🙄)

I’m not even gonna breakdown each message cuz at the end of the day it’s all repeating itself. However, what I am confuse on is when they said , “they would NEVER be in to pegging. Plus they are all confirmed straight” heavy on that never part apparently 🤣 my thing is, when did “pegging” had anything to do with sexuality????? I think something got lost in translation cuz i don’t understand. 🤡

And I also think IT IS NOT A FACT or not entirely true that men never put anything up their butts and they never will because at the end of the day, you can’t speak for all men. regardless if they are fictional or not. ATP I’m genuinely curious to see who’s behind anon like really 😭

I genuinely think this person have some sort of issues of their own that they need to work on cuz what even is this ??? Again, im not gonna breakdown everything. Yall can form yall own thoughts about this but in the end anon thinks that all jjk men are straight. Again I’m not seeing what pegging have to do with sexuality but whatever. 😭

just a psa for everybody including anon: all writers on this platform knows that everything that they create may not be everybody’s cup of tea. And that’s okay. but what’s not okay is flooding our inbox’s with shit like this and then just expected us to apologize like 🤣 if you don’t like something then don’t interact with that piece of writing. Just keep scrolling. Simple 🤗

Oh and another thing, adding megumi to your rant anon is fucking weird and disgusting. I never added megumi to that piece of writing nor will I ever. Megumi is NOT a man, Megumi is NOT a Dom, Megumi is a 16 year old BOY, Megumi is a fictional character just as well as gojo, Ken and anybody else you mentioned. Please get a grip onto life and maybe check in with a threpist. 💋

don’t ever let me catch you or anybody else doing this type of shit again. 😛💕 if you don’t like what I post then don’t read it.

#??? be so fr 😭#im going back to sleep #writers on tumblr #writing #𖤐 𓈒࣪ ᭡ ˖ my thoughts #writerscommunity #jujutsu kaisen smau #jujutsu kaisen

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ken-dom · 8 months

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#i love him ur honor #henry letham #stay 2005 #ryan gosling #ken-dom posts

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simptasia · 1 year

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ages of LOST characters when we first meet them vs the ages of the actors when they first started playing them. reminder that the starting point of LOST is september 22nd 2004. if a character’s age seems one less than sounds right to you its because their birthday is coming up. if a character is missing from this it’s because we don’t know their age in canon (looking at you, desmond)

jack shephard: 34 matthew fox: 38

kate austen: 27 evangeline lilly: 25

hugo “hurley” reyes: 25 jorge garcia: 31

james “sawyer” ford: 35 josh holloway: 35

sawyer says he’s 35. but lostpedia only has sawyer’s birthyear, 1968, making him 36. however an easy explanation for this is that sawyer has a birthday coming up in the post september to december range (like many other characters here) thus making the birthyear and what sawyer said still right

john locke: 48 terry o’quinn: 52

sayid jarrah: 36 naveen andrews: 35

jin-soo kwon: 29 daniel dae kim: 36

sun-hwa kwon: 24 yunjin kim: 31

claire littleton: 21 emilie de ravin: 23

charlie pace: 27 dominic monaghan: 27

okay so an odd thing happened here. we don’t actually know charlie’s age in canon, except that based on a statement from liam that he’s absolutely less than 30. and basically what happened is there was big debate on lostpedia, the general gist being he’s 25 to 28, until everybody just gave up and they slapped dom’s birthday on charlie’s page. and it’s still there to this day

walt lloyd: 10 malcolm david kelley: 12

walt’s actor was gonna age outta the role anyways due to the nature of lost’s timeline but their first mistake was casting a 12 year old. like, hello, puberty?

shannon rutherford: 20 maggie grace: 21

boone carlyle: 23 ian somerhalder: 26

danielle rousseau: 44 mira furlan: 49

ethan rom: 27 william mapother: 39

the consequences of season 5 are starting to hit

bernard nadler: 56 or 57 sam anderson: 58

ana lucia cortez: 29 michelle rodriguez: 27

eko tunde: 35 adewale akinnuoye-agbaje: 38

alexandra “alex” rousseau/linus: 16 tania raymonde: 17

benjamin “ben” linus: 39 michael emerson: 51

this isn’t even due to later timeline decisions, they just decided to do this

miles straume: 27 ken leung: 38

daniel faraday: 26 jeremy davies: 39

charlotte lewis: 33 rebecca mader: 31

and theeere’s the season 5 whammy. for those who don’t know (you must be new to my blog) dan and miles ages differ so much from their actors because when our guys are in 1977, it suited the story and characters better for miles to be a baby and dan to be an embryo (and char to be 6) at the same time. the writers were set on 1977 being the year everybody got stuck in and that’s how we get daniel faraday being an oxford professor at fucking 18

it’s something that gets funnier and sadder the longer you think about it

anyways. thank you for your time!

#i dunno when exactly lost started filming so the actor's ages are close enoughs #i say this like any of you care that much #anyways i just think lists are neat #this took more effort that it looks. i had to look up every actor's birthdays and i had my calculator open the whole time #this took forever and my computer hated doing it #7 years isn't much of an age difference but because dan's starts with a 2 and char's starts with a 3 it looks like a much bigger gap #miles would jokingly call char a cougar

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stars-and-birds · 10 months

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okay i think i explained it well in the replies to this post but for those of you who think the Barbie movie ending was stupid and was bad writing because the Kens weren’t equal in barbie land… you just didn’t understand the movie. the movie isn’t called, for one, “Barbie and Ken”. it’s not “Barbie and Ken Land”. Barbie wasn’t made with boys in mind (ofc it’s fine, great, for boys to play with barbie, but that’s not the point). barbie was created to inspire little girls and show them everything they could be. the movie makes this clear in the opening sequence. Barbie’s we’re created to inspire. not Kens. Kens were never the point.

barbie land was created for barbie. making it barbie-and-ken land would take away the whole idea of it, and frankly the point of Ken. Ken was just created to be Barbie’s boyfriend, literally nothing else. at the end of the movie he starts to learn a little more about himself, and the movie implies that as time goes on maybe Ken’s will have more power. it’s a great ending.

(also, if you didn’t notice, Barbie Land was worse after it became Ken Dom. like the Kens were happy in Barbie Land, but they were corrupted by the idea of a patriarchy— Ken and Barbie’s stories mirror each other like that, both showing what it’s like to grow up— but the Barbies were miserable. this is shown because of how they’re taken out of their trance, by Gloria pointing out the injustice of what they’re going through. but i digress)

#barbie #barbie spoilers #i am kenough #ken #barbie movie #barbie 2023 #barbieland #greta gerwig #margot robbie #ryan gosling #kendom #and those of you saying it’s anti-men are hypocrites and kind of proving the movie’s point.#or one of the points #you don’t care about one gender not having equal rights unless it’s men.#but that’s another post

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respectthepetty · 1 year

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I love Hit Bite Love. *long post*

In the most unironic way, I'm intrigued by this scorching hot mess. The subtitles are nonsense. The product placements are wild. The plots are questionable. However, episode zero proved that this crew did its homework and aced Kink 101, which is why I love it! It's cringe, but it's cringe with a heart.

We have the A+ plot with Burger and King (who were missing this week), but we also have Lil' Dom Daddy Masochist, Mateo, who is doing it the best I've seen. Mateo talked about puppy play, blade play, needle play, wax play, bondage, impact play, consent, and AFTERCARE! And he mentioned that play does not equal sex. And AND he gently explains to Shogun what is happening. And AND AND he isn't ashamed of his kinks.

They lost the key which is the introduction lesson in Kink 101 and resulted in them ending up in the ER where King's mom lectured them about being safe, but Mateo has got the spirit. Also, I loved that when Mateo hung up the phone and announced his mother was coming over, Shogun merely told him that he needed to clean his room.

I thought Mateo was going to regret picking Shogun as a playmate after Shogun compared Mateo's toys to a story about a queen and a princess.

And I think even Mateo thought twice about it.

But a product placement quota had to be met, so Mateo decided to continue with the play date and taught Shogun the importance of aftercare. He wasn't expecting Shogun to reciprocate. He simply wanted to value Shogun and care for him like a good Lil' Dom Dom.

Plus he reminds Shogun to be kind to himself. Ken was emotionally abusive to Shogun, and here we have Lil' Dom Daddy Masochist telling Shogun that he is special, and that Shogun should believe it as well.

Mateo bought every instrument Shogun wanted. He didn't get the teacher, but that wasn't the deal, so even though this started strange, it's equally beneficial, and the limits can always be negotiated. Shogun hears how other playmates are, which helps him see how compatible he is with Mateo. Shogun doesn't have to role play or clean as punishment. Mateo just tells him he is pretty and buys him things in exchange for him tying Mateo up and gagging him. That's a win in my book!

Also, Mateo has friends.

He is aware of what is going on (that comment about Saint already having an extension of himself around 24/7 = Hida), but listens to them rather than judges.

And he helped Hida remain the constant barrier between Saint and his girlfriend for at least six more years. What a trifling bitch Hida is. Don't change, babygirl.

I like the objectionable parts (Hida x Saint) of this show as much as I like the sweet ones (Burger x King).

But I really like this kinkster!

M is for Mateo Masochist

#hit bite love #episode 3 #I really love this show #Mateo is my favorite #King is my second favorite #And Hida is my third favorite #I didn't love HIStory 4 for only one of the couples #No‚ I liked BOTH couples #I love the questionable plots #I love mess #And this show is a strategic hot mess

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bitacrytic · 4 months

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Bita it has been so long since anyone has talked about Vegas 😭😭 I miss talking about him and Pete ( the character). But I read your tags and omg yes. The trial and error noodles! ( even though I haven't watched this bl you posted about) sugar daddy tendencies. Burning the world down of anyone looks at his partner wrong ( I mean Pete did escape unscathed from the shootout)

HAPPY NEW YEAR, ANON!

And please watch that show. This boy really could be a theerapanyakul. I swear. The anger issues, the daddy issues, the rich boy walk, THE HAIR!!! THE DEAD MOTHER! Please.

I never really did the kinnporsche in high school thing in my head, but I could see it. I could see Vegas being a total ass to Pete but then deciding that Pete is his center and therefore should be protected at all cost. I mean that's literally canon.

And as for the trial and error noodles, I was so annoyed (affectionate) by this boy in this other show. Because at least Vegas did a good job. But Wubi, he refused to accept defeat. Kept his little sister hungry for hours in the name of making noodles... FROM SCRATCH!!!

You should watch this show, please.

You know how everyone wanted one of the Theerapanyakul boys to stand up to their father? Especially Vegas who was a crying, mewling mess, and a punching bag? yeah, Wubi had a moment where he caught his father's arm and informed him that if he hit him again, Wubi would fight back.

Vegas should have done that. I feel like we would have been given that chance if Korn didn't kill Gun. Vegas was working up to it. I keep going back to his sting operation and how he had MULTIPLE bodyguards from his father's home who were helping him BEHIND HIS FATHER'S BACK. Not to mention Ken who chose death over outing Vegas' plans.

Vegas needed to work up to it. Eventually. Like, just imagine his father telling the guards, "We're going to kill everyone in the Main Family today," but then Vegas was standing behind them all narrowing his eyes to remind them that they can kill everyone... EXCEPT PETE!

Menace. Cowardly, but still menacing, if you ask me.

As for Pete, yep! yes! exactly. but also, you might want to look out for Wubi's love interest because, HELLO BACKBONE!!! I understand that Pete was a bodyguard and it took a lot of courage to run from Vegas, considering the amount of indoctrination that goes on in that household, but I wish we got to see Pete stand his ground more against Vegas. I loved that he punched the shit out of Vegas in that garage. And Vegas' suicide attempt completely destroyed every bit of anger Pete rightfully had. I get it. but I still wanted some more push back from him. I was hoping season 2 would give us Pete setting boundaries...

Only for the writers to release a new book where Vegas was, once again, SA'ing Pete in the name of being a dom! *sigh*

but yeah, watch stay with me. If not for anything but for the vegaspete/kinnporsche enemies to lovers vibes. plus there are fathers on the show who actually care about their children so there's that too.

#vegaspete #kinnporsche #stay with me #stay with me bl

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the-apostates-martyr · 10 months

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You’re just right on top of right on top of right. Women in VC fandom (like many fandoms) gravitate to “petite” guys (no matter how canon describes them, they’ll fanon whoever’s shortest down to petite) they can girlcode so they can simultaneously avoid Scary Men and exert their basic hetero-porn sex fantasies against a character who functions in their minds eye as a socially stereotypical woman without being accused of being straight or engaging in straight content because they hid it in MLM media. Lmao who reads fairy smut, basic bitches that’s who. *They* read sophisticated gay vampire sex.

The non-“petite” characters get to take various Ken Doll roles adjacent to the girlified (self-insert) fandom fav. Also the Taylor Swift villain comparison is hilarious.

I call it like I see it

And I'm gonna give the * again that like. I'm not here promoting gender rolls. I'm not standing here as a queer man saying guys can't cross dress or be femme. I'm a Twink. My boyfriend does drag. I write ABO, I love Dom/sub power dynamics, I LIVE Dom/sub power dynamics. But some parts of fandom are still stuck on a yaoi message board from 2005. Like you said, look at the small character. Look at how Armand is described in canon and then how fandom wants him. He's not strong, stocky and average height for a guy his era, he's a dainty petite waify flower. He's drawn to look like a girl. Not girlish, but a girl. Most of the sexy fan art of guys has to be crossdressed, in stockings, braletts,. Even in posts about how men should wear short shorts (they should!) The example image has to be a woman in shorts because idk muscly hairy bear legs are gross?

"I'm a man and you deny it!" Yes they do.

Look at all the awful things he and Louis have done, the awful things Lestat has done, then look at all the awful things Marius and David have done. Now look at how fandom treats them. The ones who are easier to write as placeholders for women and feminize get a free pass and trussed up as the ever lasting uke kawaii desu des victims while the men are evil.

Edit - also to be clear again I'm not against women in MLM fandoms. I'm not against women writing gay erotica or gay romance. But as a gay man sometimes I'm just like.....men can be men you know that right? Queer men act like and are attracted to men. Yes sometimes that means vering very femme and gender bending but that also sometimes means being masculine, muscular, hairy, dominant, and other sticky yucky things

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