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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years
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I'm loving your mobsters so far!! The drama and smut is 🥴🥴
Do you have any other men planned for us to fall in love with?
Aaaww, first of all I’m glad you’re enjoying them as much as I do, so thank you for being on this journey with me. We’ve talked about these assholes and their feisty felines on numerous occasions. So alright! You want them all don’t you? I know I want all of them, so why not.
I’ll give you little snippets for the ones I already have something for. That includes all mobsters and bikers plus some of the legal management team. Hopefully I’m keeping enough easter eggs for me and not spilling too much on all of their journeys.
Let's give @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog a round of applause for reading this over for me, but all mistakes are still my own. Divider is by @firefly-graphics
This is not in any particular order of release, though I’ll give you the first one that will be released next month after a heavy edit. So let’s start with Curtis shall we.
Warnings: 18+, dark content, explicit sexual content, explicit language, coercion, corruption, biker business, mob business, torture methods, oral (f+m receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, unprotected sex, BDSM elements, sleazy pick up lines, throat grabbing and just to be sure DubCon.
By clicking keep reading you are over 18+ ^ please respect the 18+ boundary, we say it for good reason.
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Curtis Everett x Duchess
“Curtis?” You asked, taking in your surroundings, he didn’t respond, just took off his jacket and started to unbutton his blue shirt. “Curtis? What are we doing here?”
“Take off your heels.” He demanded
“Cur-,” without even blinking once he stood in front of you. Your jaw firmly gripped in his calloused hand.
“I said, take off your heels.” His eyes pierced yours, with bated gaze you kicked off your heels. “Get rid of the dress too while you’re at it.”
“We’re not doing this Curtis.” Your voice trembled with uncertainty.
“Take it off and put this on.” He grabbed your wrist and placed his light blue shirt in your hand.
“Can you unzip me?” You asked as you struggled with the zipper. He nodded, his hands slid down your spine with calculated intention. He was slow and didn’t rush the process. It made you feel vulnerable in the moment, what would he be thinking?
You couldn’t help but smile when he grunted as he reached the bottom on your lower back. You always knew he was interested in you, making those obscene comments. You hated them, but you loved them at the same time. He turned around, giving you your privacy.
Slipping out of your dress you shrieked at the arms wrapped around your neck. Your hands clutching his arm, your spiked nerves calming at the smell of his bergamot, cedar and pepper scent.
“Never assume you’re safe. Remember to always watch your back.” He whispered in your ear. He let you go circling your body. “Welcome to your fight lesson, because Colin did a shit job at protecting you.”
Mr. Freezy x Teacup
The sound emitting from his balls slapping against your cunt. The blood drained from your knuckles at the vice grip of the sheets. With each rut your body shuddered with the building electricity. Sparks being sent to your core as his pounds started to feel heavenly making you keen into the mattress.
His irregular pounds made you whine as the loss of your builded orgasm. You bit your lip at the fast ruts when he stilled and pushed in once.
“Stop playing games.”
Your words were rewarded with him pulling you up by your hair making you wince at the pull on your roots. His uneven breathing while he gathered strength to give you a reply. He grunted as you rocked your hips trying to get him to move and being frustrated enough when he faltered his pace and stilled entirely.
“You’re mine to play with, remember, teacup.”
He bottomed out manhandling you onto the mattress, turning your body swiftly. Your legs spread over his thighs as you watched his face carefully. Not knowing where his mind was always frustrated you beyond measure.
His tip teased your fluttering hole, ready for him to push through your walls and take him deep inside.
Your hands grabbed the sheets as he single-handedly pushed in one go, leaning forward resting his hands beside your head. His lips hovered over yours as you held a strong eye connection. Deep single ruts drilled into your channel as you gasped with each stroke.
“Want to keep talking, teacup?” You tried to conform a sentence, but as you opened your mouth his vicious rut pushed harshly in. Your head falling back and biting down on your lip suppressing the mewl that took your soul to another level. “That’s what I thought.”
Nick Vaughan x Turtle
“Are you going to fuck me like you hate me?”
“I am going to do so much worse.”
With ease he had unbuckled you and had pinned your body underneath him. The ripped sound of your laced panties entered your ears, making your body arch into him when he slid his fingers through your folds.
“That’s what I thought.” Nick grinned. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”
“I’m not asking you for shit trumpet boy.” You growled, stilling as your hand met his cheek. Shocked by your own reaction you laid there staring at him observing his eyes and features. Debating if you should apologise or continue the mood you were in.
His jaw clenched while you could see the dark storm in his eyes. At the speed of light he had pulled himself free, lining himself up at your entrance. Agonisingly slow pushing in, leaning down breathing soft moans into your ear. “10 minutes is enough time for your legs to give out.”
You wailed at his last words as he gave you a rough rut of his hips. Keeping you on edge fastening and slowing down his rhythm as he saw fit. Every time you started to tremble he changed his pace.
“Does that feel good?” He questioned, the slow quiver in his voice told you he was enjoying this more than you’d thought. “Oh goddamn. So tight.” He moaned out as he angled his hips, stretching your soft walls. You keened at the right spots stroked with each push and pull, turning to face away from him not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you fall apart under him. He gripped your jaw, stopping you and forcing you to look back at him. “Good girl.” He breathed out.
“Nick.” You whined lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.
“I know, I fucking love you.” He groaned burying his face into your neck, sucking bruises into the skin. “God, you make me feel so much, so alive. Touch me. When. Oh fuck.” His incoherent words made you lose thought of where you were and why this even happened. “Let’s face it, I need you turtle.” With every snap of his hips you breathed and groaned down your ear. As his rhythm steadied and allowed you the orgasm building under his words and ministrations.
“Feeling better?” He asked, you nodded slowly feeling his warm cum dribble out of you. “Good girl.”
Hayden (harvard hottie) x female reader
You dragged your feet over the sidewalk. Thankful for darkness as you knew you were being paranoid and frantically looking around you. The small sleepy body firmly against your chest, covered by the torn up blanket you had taken.
She felt so heavy on your fragile body, not being used to carrying around weight anymore, being fed only not to starve. Kept only to be abused. You swallowed hard, suppressing your feelings and emotions.
Block after block passed as you stepped on the concrete underneath you. Sirens passing with speed and urgency. Your feet were cold and heavy as you rushed further into the streets. Darkness looming, terrifying you even more. You had tried to escape once before and he caught you eventually.
Your thoughts interrupted when the small girl squirmed in your tight hold. The only thing worth doing was to keep going and not give up on this fight. You ignored the stares of the few people you passed by. It didn’t matter what they thought, you couldn’t care less if they thought you were homeless.
You repositioned the tiny body in your arms, the torn blanket falling to the floor. You went to bend over, but was met by a hand. Looking into his eyes you swallowed hard, he narrowed his eyes looking at you and the small child in your arms.
“What are you doing out so late?” He questioned holding out the dropped blanket.
“Thank you.” You accepted, covering up the baby girl as she let out a few whines of discomfort. Your eyes followed the patches on his leather vest, SGT at Arms. You tried to pass the biker in front of you, but he stepped aside and blocked your way.
You needed to get away from him, you knew he had relations to the infamous biker gang. Standing here and talking to one made you anxious and nervous. Your wide eyes looked at him, but you knew he knew. The toothpick rolled between his teeth, looking you up and down.
“I have to go.” You croaked mentally cursing yourself for showing your faltered confidence.
“What you found there Mace?” You heard over his shoulder. Your body stilled at the sound, your eyes welling up with the sudden relief. Never in a million years had you thought to hear that voice again.
Syd x Lemon
“What was your business with Weiss?” Syd demanded
“Why?”
“He’s on Barber’s books.” He frowned looking concerned
“Why does their business concern you?”
“Lemon, stop being stupid, I work for them, well sort of. Andy is my uncle and ever since Steve was put in charge of their security.” It was like something clicked and he shook his head. “What was Weiss doing at the club?”
“Stop!” You whined
“In order to protect you I have to know your business.”
“You’ll judge me.” You felt the shame rise as your gaze dropped to your feet.
A heavy sigh came from his body. “I swear I won’t. I couldn’t judge you - knowing the work I do. It would be hypocritical.” Your eyes shot up at the confession. “My hands aren’t that clean and I’m guessing yours aren’t either.”
“If you’re suggesting that I murdered someone, no.” You shook your head
“But you do sell your body to the highest bidder.”
Your lower lip quivered trying to keep the tears from falling. Suddenly you felt dirty and cheap.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, you’re doing the best you can.” Syd whispered. “Not to mention a scantily clad woman like yourself shouldn’t be fooling around with guys like me.”
Steve Rogers x Psych
“Are you done, psych?” Steve questioned as he unfolded his arms.
“Done? Are you kidding me Rogers? I’m just getting started.” You spoke, pointing an accusing finger at him. You were taken aback when he gripped your throat lightly. Pulling you close to him, leaning into your ear.
“I asked; are you done?” His tone low held a dark clouded warning.
“And I told you - no.” The reply seemed easy, but you swallowed hard at the thickened air.
“Pick a number between 1 and 10.”
“Steve, stop playing fucking games.” You tried hitting his chest, but his grip on your throat seemed ironclad without applying any of the pressure.
“Pick. A. Number.”
“Fine, 9.”
“Now multiply that number by three!” He straightened himself out, looking at you, watching your facial features change from confusion to realisation. “Now. You’re going to take these spanks like the good girl I know you are.”
Frank Adler x Vet reader
Halloween night, not one of your favourites. Lynette had dragged you out to her usual hangout spot, having to do something with a big party and your recent break-up. According to her it had nothing to do with whatever guy she was dating now and ditched you for at this party. As you swallowed the beer you contemplated the investment in someone else. four years of your life wasted on another, when the prospect never really was going to work out.
The only positive you hadn’t paid for a single drink all night. Tossing them back to drown the misery of being stuck at this party. You made your way through the thick crowd as you came back from the toilets. The hunt for a drink started, but you bumped into something. Almost falling to the floor, but breaking the fall as you were pulled up by your arms.
“Thank you.” You gave him a thankful smile.
“You should watch where you’re going.”
“I’m sorry. Can I offer you a drink?” It was the least you could do for spilling his drink. His calm presence made you feel at ease when he nodded to accept your offer. “What are you supposed to be anyway? A biker?”
“I am a biker, yes.” He seemed thrown off at your question like it hadn’t been obvious.
“The jacket is really cool and looks very authentic.”
“Just adds to the outfit.” He shrugged
“Yes it looks good, but we’re both so lame though.”
“Why? Because you came dressed as a doctor?”
“Not just any doctor, an animal doctor.” You clinked his beer bottle with yours. Tipping you head and nodding his way.
“You’re a vet?” He questioned followed by a laugh. “Your costume is lame indeed.”
“Says the biker.” You joined in with his laughter. “Probably the last piece left on the rack to go bar hopping and picking up chicks.”
“So far the charm is working on you.” He raked your body making you feel exposed to the intense look. “Frank.” He held out his hand, waiting for you to accept.
Jake Jensen x Notes
You watched the man being tied to the chair by his ankles. His hand held down on the small table in front of him.
“You know what we want.” Steve growled, grabbing a fistful of hair.
“I don’t know; I don’t have any information.”
“Give me the names.” Steve’s tone increased in volume as you could see him rage. It was like he had flipped a switch.
“I don’t..” the plea started again, a tortured scream filled the ear. The sound uncomfortably pierced your ears, making your blood run cold. You watched a knife wielding through the skin. “No, no, no, please.”
The broken shovelling of the chair heard as it screeched on the surface, while the captured was being de-fingered. You winced at the unwilling watch, flinching at the screams as they penetrated your ears. This was normal business as they claimed territory. Marking it with their brutal tactics.
The pained sounds as the blood poured from the intentional cut body parts made your skin crawl. The horrified actions were caught on camera. You knew it was wrong to have it on film, but this was the evidence you needed to nail down the bikers for good. The newspaper headlines were already being printed inside your head. Your mind was already celebrating the downfall by doing a victory lap as your feet dragged you away from the scene.
Johnny Storm x Donut
“So you want me to give the next person that walks through those doors a blowjob?”
“I dared you too, so yes.” Johnny smiled. “Or flash that pretty pink cunt of yours and play with it.”
As if on cue Colin entered the confined wooden space. You heard Johnny snicker and rolled your eyes before giving him a glare.
“You are so lucky, donut.” Johnny snorted. “I was hoping for some old fat man.”
Colin gave you both a confused look making Johnny fully lose it. You cringed on the spot, but there was no backing out of this bet without it coming with massive repercussions and knowing Johnny it was probably daring and embarrassing beyond.
“I fucking hate you.” You gave Johnny a glare.
“Flame on.” He laughed, pouring some water on the hot stones. The mist rose as the evaporating water steamed the sauna.
Johnny watched you contemplating on what to do. Taking your time you heard him clear his throat. Whipping your head back, pulling the towel over your body to shield it. He tutted at your move as if he knew you would make a run for it.
“Colin?” He started, giving you a cocky smirk before looking back at Colin. “Would you rather receive a blowjob or watch a girl finger herself?”
“Seriously? That’s a tough one.”
“You’re seriously considering answering this?” Your eyes widened, Coling didn’t even seem fazed by Johnny’s question.
“He asks me these weird questions all the time.” Colin shrugged. “Tough one. Is this relationship ongoing? A one time thing?”
You groaned at the extra questions, wanting out of the sauna.
“Let’s say a one time things.” Johnny grinned
“Let’s say never gonna happen.” You intervened
“I think as a one time thing, I’d want the most out of it. Make it last for hours. I’ll watch her play with her pussy.” Colin grinned. “So gorgeous, how about you open those legs and let us watch.”
“You fuckers. I’m out.” You cursed standing up, the idiots had played you. You shouldn’t have been surprised. Colin and Johnny had been two peas in a pot.
Why would Johnny even be into you? All it had been was a drunken night at the club with flirtatious remarks having ended between his sheets. towel being grasped from your clutch. Your unbalanced frame stumbling over ending in Johnny’s lap.
“Hello gorgeous, not the cock you were dared to swallow, but I’ll happily let you.”
“If this is your way of charming your way into my heart you’re wrong.” You pushed off from his chest, yanking the towel from his hands wrapping it around your body. He had made you feel so humiliated, not knowing when he should stop. You caught Colin’s look and he looked apologetic about his comment. “You’re fine Colin, it’s all Johnny’s fault.”
Colin Shea x Tiny
Your eyes widened as you poured more wine into your glass. The sudden stroke against your covered cunt made you swallow hard.
“You alright tiny?” Your eyes redirected towards your brother. Cringing at the nickname he had given you when you first had started your dance classes. Revering to Elton John’s Tiny Dancer.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” You questioned trying to push away Colin’s hand. “Please stop calling me tiny.”
“Never. Your wide eyes say something different. Did you sniff a line before dinner?” Robert asked, tilting his head slightly observing your body language.
“Fuck no, I didn’t use anything and you know I don’t use in general anyway. I just remembered I forgot something.” Having managed to still his arm, his fingers kept curling at the seam of your panties, finding its way underneath the fabric.
Your excitement was evident as he pressed his fingers between your folds. Your cunt soaking them with the proof of the gathered slick.
He pulled his hand from your panties, you watched him collect some of the left sauce on his plate. His finger was moulded by his mouth as it disappeared, licking it clean. He hummed at the mixed taste.
“Sublime sauce you have made there love, compliments to the chef.” Colin spoke. You could feel yourself cringe in your seat, but had to stay calm and collected for the audience surrounding you both. Family dinner had never been this entertaining and awkward, but your brother could not find out about Colin.
Nick Gant x Cupcake
With your knees perched up on the coffee table the book laid in your lap. Your eyes scanned the pages as you drowned in the fantasy. The smell of oud wood with aromatic tobacco, hints of cinnamon and sandalwood penetrated your nostrils. You tried to ignore his presence by continuing the book in front of you.
“Can you not?”
“Not what?”
“Breath.”
“Now that would be something huh? Just keep reading, it’s interesting material.”
“Whatever.” You huffed, annoyed he wouldn’t just leave you alone.
His presence clearly was a distraction to reading. You squirmed a little in your seat.
“What’s wrong cupcake? Can’t focus?”
“Not with you breathing down my neck and watching what I’m doing, no.”
“I’m genuinely interested in how Captain Hook here will capture his Wendy.”
Instead of saying another word you slumped back into position. Your eyes readjusted to the pages in front of you. Not paying attention to Nick anymore, your thoughts wandering to the imaginary place on paper. Soft giggles and lip bites at the intensity of some scenes written.
For a moment Nick wasn’t there nor were you in the house. A split second passed and you were somewhere else. You gasped at the sudden cold breeze, huffing annoyed as your thoughts were brought back to the annoying waste of space behind you.
You side eyed squidward, giving him an eye roll as you wanted to punch the sly smile of his face. Grumbling your annoyance under your breath. You yelped at the sudden touch on your nipples. Looking down and slapping his hand.
“What would your bosses say with you sitting here with your breast out on full display?” Nick teased, continuing to softly flick the sensitive erected skin. “Keep reading your book like a good girl while I play with what’s mine.” As you tried to get up he pushed you back into the chair. “I said, keep reading your book like a good girl.”
With his locked hold on you there was no other choice than to sit back and read. With the twins still napping there wasn’t much you could do. The aroused feeling sparking to your core. Slightly leaning into his touch, pursing your lips letting out a pleasured huff.
James Mace x Needle
Your breath hitched as his knuckles grazed your cheek. Not being able to figure him out. His eyes piercing your gaze, his hands finding yours taking the sewing measuring tape from your hands. Your wrist comfortably held in his hands, giving him a questioning look as he rounded your wrists with the bendable material.
He guided your bound hands to the bulge in his pants. “Feel that? All for you.” He didn’t even blink or blush as he spoke the words. You wanted to be swallowed by the ground you stood on. This couldn’t happen, not with your father out in the front of the shop. “I think it’s time for you to experience my real measurements.”
The panicked feeling taking over, this couldn’t happen, not here, not in the shop. “Don’t it was just one night and clearly a mistake.”
“Don’t scream too loud, needle, don’t want daddy to hear you, do you?”
What was supposed to be a one night thing had evolved into something else completely. The exciting thrill rushed through your body swallowing hard as his hands hiked up your skirt. Pushing your body into the wall to give himself the upper hand. Getting out of his grasp had been made impossible now.
His hand pulled your panties aside, his finger sliding through your folds. Biting down on your bottom lip to keep from letting out a moan. You wanted to slap the smug grin from his face, but your focus had quickly shifted to the gratifying feeling from the circles on your clit.
“Needle, is everything going alright in there?” Your father asked and for dear god you begged the heavens above for him not to step inside.
Mace’s rapid movements had made it hard to focus on anything. Biting back the soft cries, you hoped he would back off now that your father needed an answer. Instead he did the polar opposite and quickened his pace.
“Answer daddy.” He commanded in a soft whisper pecking your lips. “Now.”
“Yes-yes.” You breathed through the assault on your pussy. “Everything is alright in here, I just messed up the measurements.”
“Okay, do you need any help?”
“No, we're all good here.” Your forehead dropped against Mace’s shoulder.
Devin Peters x Tats
“Oh you want to play now?” He stroked your cheek as you tried to dodge the contact. “Guess what princess.”
“Screw you Devin.”
“Will you shut up?”
“Never.” You bit back, a squeal leaving your body as he pushed in a single thrust.
“You’re not throwing me off balance this time. We’re going to have a nice little session of me using your pretty and tight cunt.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“We'll try again. I think you need a reminder of how things work around here, since you needed my help….remember?” He spoke, his hand pressing you down on your workbench. His hands running under your skirt. “Nice and wet. Just how I like my slutty cunts.” You felt him line up, with no prospect of getting out of this odd predicament. Whining as he slid home, trying to move. “Calm down - just like that.” He coaxed as you stilled under his strength.
Mike Weiss x Judge
The motel looked like it had seen better days. The paint cracked and peeling off the walls. The curtains had been attacked by moths and hanging off the rods as it seemed. It wasn’t the most ideal place to stay at, not with Mike. But at least you didn’t have to spend the night in the same car as him.
“What are you laughing at?” You asked as he walked back towards you.
“Must be your lucky day, we’re stuck in the same room together.”
“Outrageous.” You yelled out, your foot stomping along at the angered feeling. All you had wanted was to be away from him. A break from self centred egocentric prick.
“Come on, I can’t be that bad.”
“I can’t stand you. It wasn’t even my choice for you to tag along on this trip.”
“Look at all the fun we’re having, adventure.”
Sighing deeply you followed him towards the room. Watching him unlock the door you pushed past him. Dropping your bag on the bed, rummaging through your items, pulling some toiletries out. With the bathroom door in hand you turned towards him.
“Don’t you dare to disturb me.”
“I wouldn’t even dare, miss pageant queen.” He snorted as you slammed the door shut, locking it.
Turning on the shower you let the room steam for a second. Slipping out of your travel outfit. Your skin crawled at the contact of hot air washing over it. Pulling the curtain aside you stepped into the tub, groaning at the heat relaxing your muscles. It felt like hours had been spent under the cleansing rainfall.
Your senses spiked at the multiple voices coming from behind the door. You quickly dried yourself off, wrapping the towel around your body. Not even bothering to get dressed. You swung the door open, your blood instantly boiling at the sight in front of you.
“Want to join us?” Mike asked, giving you a smug smile, snorting up a white line from the held up pocket mirror while caressing the skin of two unknown ladies.
“Get the fuck out. Both of you.” You exasperated, picking up the scarce clothing from the floor and throwing it their way. They didn’t seem to want to move. “I said get the fuck out or I’ll drag you out myself.”
“Sorry ladies, the judge has spoken.” He searched his pocket, handing them some cash as they gathered their own clothing getting out of the room.
“I fucking knew it.”
“What?” He asked as he watched you approach the bedside table. The white substance messily scattered on the wood.
“This,” you swiped a finger through the cut drug, “you, using.” You watched his mouth drop as your finger rubbed your gums, before snapping at him. “What?”
“I don’t know something amazing I guess?” He shrugged.
“Keep on waiting, because who doesn’t use it for recreational purposes.”
“Let’s see if I can ruin you my way.” He licked his lips fascinated by the way you had foreseen yourself of the drug on hand.
Are you ready? Because I’ll even throw in a free check-in with the current four.
Andy Barber x Pebble
It had been two days since your therapist had told you to separate yourselves. She wanted you both to have some space of your own, in order to work toward each other. She had told you to see it as a business trip. Touchpad laughed at that comment, because business trips weren’t one that Andy usually would take.
He’d agreed to stay in the guest house and tonight for the first time in months you had missed his presence. It weighed heavy on your head, wanting him to be there. You knew you weren’t allowed to physically see him, so FaceTime was the only option left.
The rapid ringing tone kept going and as you were about to hang up, the acceptance call entered. Andy’s face had worry written all over it, but it softened when you gave him a soft smile.
“Hi.”
“Hi.” He replied, returning your smile and sitting up. You swallowed hard at the tattoos peeking from underneath his white shirt. He pushed the sleeves of his beige cardigan up, making you clench. “Is something wrong?”
“No.” You shook your head trying to get out of the spell he had so easily put on you. “I-I just - I don’t know, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.” He assured you. “I’ll let you get to it and get some sleep then.”
You hesitated for a split second, seeing his finger reach for the ending button. “I miss you.”
It seemed to stop his actions and he perked up a little more, leaning into the screen. Almost as if to tell you to continue and tell him more.
“I miss you too, Toots.”
“I need you, Andy.”
“It’s only been two day.” He laughed
“I know.” You sighed. “I’ll let you go to bed, you look tired.”
“Sleep well.”
“Goodnight.”
The call ended and you went on with your nighttime routine. Removing the make-up from your face, applying all the creams and serums, gently rubbing them into the skin. You washed your hands still wishing he was there.
“Fuck it.” You placed the tube back on the shelf and marched into your closet, pulling out one of his zip-up hoodies. You’d been stealing some of his clothes when he hadn’t been home, they always felt like a comfort blanket you could curl into. Relaxing your senses as you inhaled his scent.
As you walked towards the stairs you pulled the hair tie from your bun, letting your hair fall. A woman on a mission, determined to get her man.
Ari Levinson x Flower
“I never played with your body for hours. I’ll show you how to focus on an order. Give you a subtle reminder who you belong to.”
You watched him fumble in the drawer. Pulling out the blue and golden leather cuffs. Your naked body all of a sudden felt extremely exposed. Embarrassed for breaking the rules, but excited for your reward.
You bit your lip to hide the smile on your face, instead holding out your wrists watching him putting the leather in place. After checking if everything was tied properly he yanked your arms up by the chain, hooking the metal on the wall.
Your cheek pressed against the cold mirror. Your breath fogging up the surface. A small whine fell from our mouth as Ari pulled your ass back. Without waiting or preparing the loud slap against your asscheek made you gasp. Your hands balled into fists when he rapidly striked your ass four times, massaging each cheek to numb out the inflicted punishment.
You relaxed when he stepped away, his jacket being pulled from his shoulders and thrown aside. Your eyes watched him undo the cufflinks of his dress shirt, setting them aside on the cabinet. His sleeves being rolled up while he watched you squirm under his gaze. Helplessly trying to escape your current situation.
“Now I’m gonna play and you’re gonna be a good girl and cum when I need you to.”
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Tagging @dreamlessinparis @chase-your-dreams-away because I know you are just as impatient as me. Want to be tagged in the future, let me know.
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I posted 199 times in 2021
59 posts created (30%)
140 posts reblogged (70%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 2.4 posts.
I added 263 tags in 2021
#goosebumps - 77 posts
#rl stine - 61 posts
#slappy - 40 posts
#chucky - 33 posts
#childs play - 15 posts
#buddi - 10 posts
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#childs play 2019 - 7 posts
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#i did put a previous post of this up but turns out my sibling had access to my account and started messing with everything
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
this all happens in one comic
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42 notes • Posted 2021-10-24 09:24:40 GMT
#4
my top 10 favourite game characters
im not much of a gamer person as i normally watch random stuff on youtube, draw or read goosebumps books, but when i do play games, HOLY CRAP some of the game characters i encounter are flipping awesome. i wont give much information about these characters away because i dont want to give out spoilers. so i made a top 10 list of my favourite game characters (in my opinion) 
(i dont own any of these gifs, characters or games)
number 10 = Lisa from PT Silent Hill
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ah lisa, the first ever game character to scare the ever living hell out of me and cause major paranoia whenever i was alone. and thats what i love about her. to me, making me feel paranoia and having me look behind my back constantly, thats true horror to me and its flipping awesome. i also like her design as shes disturbing and the way she walks towards you while twitching violently as well as making noises that sounds like shes sobbing, perfect horror dude
number 9 = Nemisis from Resident Evil 3
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60 notes • Posted 2021-07-15 22:05:53 GMT
#3
i havent been able to watch the chucky tv series due to it not being released in my country (im in the uk) but from the clips and sneak peaks ive seen:
number 1: it looks flipping AWESOME
number: it reminds me a lot of the goosebumps book “my friend slappy” and i love it
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i just thought of something funny. you know how chucky is a doll with human organs? and that we’ve seen him eating in the previous movies? im pretty sure he is able to feel hunger
imagine if jake got home late/early, walked into the kitchen and sees chucky just rummaging through the fridge like that scene from lilo and stitch
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i never would have thought that i would see my 2 favourite horror toys play video games... yet here they are.... and i flipping love it
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Happy 10th!
The time has finally come to talk about why PaF is so important. Really, anyone could do this anytime, but this date alone has a significance to it. To any of my followers who don’t know(and will sit through this brick wall of text to find out), today is the 10th anniversary of the sneak peek premiere of Phineas and Ferb; technically, February 2008 is when it officially premiered around the world, but I’m sure that everyone else in the fandom is eager to kick off the celebration today. I’m sure this will turn out to be a multi paged thesis, so I’ll try to split this up into parts.
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PART 1: Best Day Ever
Anyway, ten years ago today marks the 10th anniversary of Phineas and Ferb. This show is considered an old soul of sorts, enjoying a long lifespan of 8 years, tons of merchandising and entertainment opportunities, the admiration and respect of many celebrities, and a very long summer. As formulaic as it appears, this show has more history to it than it appears to have.
PART 2:Busted
(This part details history of Disney’s TV animation ventures and basically life before PaF. Feel free to skip if you’re clued in to its history.)
The 2000s were considered a lousy time for TV animation . While many say it's the "worst" decade for it(whether worldwide or just in North America), I'd call it a transitional period. The 90s was an exciting a refreshing time for TV animation where the stories were driven by the creators, not toy designers. I would generally consider it more of the same from the Golden Age of Animation but more modern. The 2000s had newer technologies to work with and perfect while the ‘90s mainly just worked w/ cel animation and did it so well. Flash and CG were in their infancy, so I assume the software got a bit more attention than the stories. Primarily, companies were just looking to work with more cost effective options to make their shows with. It was a rough period,but far from the worst. Anyway, this kind of TV animation is still a relatively new type of animation. Disney were the first ones to spearhead this movement and they made three or four blocks of new cartoon for different generations of kids. 
The first block(formally known as Disney Afternoon)was ushered in with three pilots; Fluppy Dogs, Wuzzles and Ducktales. While the former two merely tested the waters and the latter was the only one successful, all three were made with stellar animation and complex storytelling for what everyone knew as entertainment for kids. After the success of Ducktales, Disney was brimming with pride and made seven years worth of cartoons for this block. Even if some cartoons didn't strike people the right way, they were still wildly memorable. While their D.C. original programming generally doesn't get more than short compilation discs, the DA 'toons get full series releases digitally and through DVD. This prompted to launch One Saturday Morning on ABC. 
With the acquisition of Nicktoon Doug, Disney paired it up with Recess and Pepper Ann, chasing after the success they had a few years before. The aforementioned series were the highest rated on the block while other series are more obscure and buried by Disney. They are acknowledged as good but were overshadowed by 24/7 network like Nick and Cartoon Network bringing a lot more cartoons to a lot more times of the day. 
Disney started to notice how much of an animated surplus they had and that they air their cartoons for weeks on end. Thus, Toon Disney was founded,which became a more visible hub for the cartoon blocks of the 90s and all other ages of Disney. At one point,they started airing Sonic the Hedgehog and making their own co-productions under their most popular TV cartoon brand, Jetix. As extensive as these programs got, they were being seen by fewer and fewer people. 
To overlap slightly with the end of OSM, Disney started making more cartoons for the Channel’s demographic. Shows like Kim Possible, Lilo and Stitch, and American Dragon:Jake Long began airing and netting extraordinary ratings. In fact, Disney Channel was probably most successful in the early 2000s. It found its new groove if you will with its signature style of tween/teen sitcom and animated series. The former seem to have more clout on the network after the premiere of Lizzie McGuire,solidifying the formula. Similar to OSM, many cartoons were more or less not acknowledged the way they were 10 years before. Since sitcoms dominated because they were faster and cheaper to make, it seemed that the outcome was better. Over the course of the period (c. 2002-2008) they released the smallest selection of DC cartoons ever while the sitcoms got more and more press. It’s unclear what Disney was going to do next, but soon summer of 2007 came along...
PART 3: Gotta Make Summer Last
Disney Channel aired the premiere of High School Musical 2 and decided to air the first episode of PaF afterwards. As a result HSM 2 netted 17.6 million views and PaF 10.8 million views. We could easily deduce that eager HSM fans made up the clout of viewers, but that’s not to say the show couldn’t prove interesting to viewers anyway. In fact, Disney delayed its original 2007 release in the US to release it in February in multiple countries. Places such as Latin America, Brazil, Japan, France and Portugal got to experience the show right along with us. International promotion was rolled out which only netted PaF even more press. It became one of Japan’s most popular Western cartoons, it got wild promotion in Latin America and most of Europe(all around) made excellent dubs and gave it the lion’s share of time slots. This was a pretty good outcome all things considered.
Thus the cycle began. First came DVDs and games, then came interviews and guest spots, than movies, Disney park attractions, live events and then omnipresence.... scratch that last one, but you get the idea. The TV Movie itself was more or less the peak of the show. It remains the 10th most watched DCOM premiere of all time and the show remains one of the longest running animated series of the main Disney networks(DC, XD, and Junior). I think the last time Disney mass merchandised a TV cartoon this much was Lilo and Stitch(last one not already a franchise was Doug or Recess). The show is even part of the Marvel and Star Wars universes(non canonically of course)Even then, Disney elevated the show to new heights. It had everything Disney wanted; likeable protagonists, innocent motifs, enough songs to last for days, episodic adventures, and tons of mass marketing appeal. This simple show connected people across the world(if the Tumblr/DA fandoms for PaF were any indicator)through its mult-faceted music and rudimentary themes. While this show raised the bar, it also left the bar to be raised another notch by...
PART 4: Meet the Man of Mystery
In 2012, Gravity Falls premiered as a sneak peek behind DCOM Let it Shine. While not an instant ratings hit, it quickly became one of the most critically acclaimed Disney TV cartoons of all time. The spotlight quickly began to fade on the smartest stepbrothers around as new episodes were coming infrequently. While the numbers were still big enough to make Teen Titans Go mutter in awed jealousy, it still was becoming less of a force on the main network. However on Disney XD, it was still Adored by the Network. I remember how I felt watching day long marathons several times a month, sometimes without reason. Despite its mass appeal, Phineas and Ferb could be classified easily as a boy targeted program due to the protagonists and the subject matter. Until XD found its groove, they would continue to spam PaF for what felt like eons. To this day, they still occasionally air it in primetime slots.
The way I wrote this last part may sound cynical,jaded, and/or pessimistic. However, it’s written that way to emphasize another point. After the success of this series, Disney went from relying on a few filler shows to releasing a new show basically every year and truly giving them all the promotion they could. While not all series got the treatment we all wanted them to have, a lot more of them have come and gone to try to re-innovate and reinvigorate the brand. Phineas and Ferb (more or less) singlehandedly convinced Disney TV to put more stock in their animation division. Don’t know how many Fallers know this but Disney actually asked Alex Hirsch to make his pilot for them after seeing his work. They were actively seeking out new talent and new stories. Honestly, while Kick Buttowski and Pickle and Peanut got a lot of flac in the day, they were(to an extent) a sign that the House of mouse was trying to experiment and make something they liked to see. The latter especially seemed like a personal pet project of XD’s off sense of humor. 
I’m sure the networks would have reinvented their cartoons eventually, but PAF brought it out in the best way.  In a way the boys were kind of dc celebrities in their heyday. When you can summon a bunch of popular characters from the live action sitcoms to dance for possibly hours for a two minute music video in the name of a teal platypus made out of digital ink and pixels, that’s pretty special indeed.
CONCLUSION
Phineas and Ferb is my favorite animated series,explaining why I can info dump mostly from memory as I have in this post. While many have told me that it’s nothing special, to me it stands out as the brightest diamond in the rough and a shining testament to the duality of animation in general. Ten years from now, I hope that I can write better when I must wax sentimentality about my favorite cartoon show. Thanks to the cast, crew, creators, and fans for making summer last. See you at the 20th!
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VOGUE DEBUT: Simone Biles Opens Up About Breakup With Boyfriend, Racism, Battling Depression & How She’s Handling The Postponed Olympics
The greatest gymnast of all time makes her VOGUE debut for the August 2020 issue! Get into Simone Biles’ amazing covers, spread, a video filled with all her beauty secrets and more! Get it all inside…
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                  @simonebiles stars on the cover of our August issue! With the 2020 Olympics postponed and a shadow hung over American gymnastics, Biles–who is widely regarded as the greatest gymnast of all time—has had to be resilient as never before. When Biles was first photographed in February and interviewed in March for this cover story, America was also a different place. Since then, the coronavirus pandemic has upended regular patterns of life and #BlackLivesMatter protests have occurred from coast to coast. “We need justice for the Black community. With the peaceful protests it’s the start of change, but it’s sad that it took all of this for people to listen,” Biles said. “Racism and injustice have existed for years with the Black community.” At the link in our bio, Vogue reports on a champion looking ahead. Photographed in Feb. 2020 by @annieleibovitz, styled by @phyllis_posnick, written by @abbyaguirre, Vogue, August 2020
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Olympic Gold Medalist. NY Times Best Seller. Gymnastics Game Changer. Dog Mom.
Simone Biles wears many hats, but she’s arguably the greatest gymnast of all time, toting 30 Olympic and World Championship medals. Sis is AMAZING and VOGUE is just now jumping on the bandwagon.
Shot by Annie Leibovitz, the 23-year-old flosses her incredible physique in a red Bottega Veneta bodysuit for the August 2020 issue of VOGUE magazine. It’s her very first time covering the magazine and - of course - she slayed it like she does her gymnastics routines. It’s rare to see a black female athlete on the cover of VOGUE, so this is a big deal. We’re gagging!
Simone Biles, the greatest gymnast of all time, is the August cover of VOGUE. https://t.co/HnWCeoeiCc pic.twitter.com/CMZOHMZgN0
— philip lewis (@Phil_Lewis_) July 9, 2020
Perfection.
In the interview (that was conducted in early before the COVID-19 pandemic crippled the U.S.), the Olympic gold medalist really let her fans into her life, speaking of sensitive topics and making sure she was crystal clear on where she stands on certain issues.
The BOMB gymnast shares she and her gymnast boyfriend of nearly three-years, Stacey Ervin Jr., have called it quits during quarantine. Aww! After sharing with the world they were a couple, they often posted cutesy coupledom flicks on their social media accounts. However, it just didn't work out.
“It’s hard being young and having that long of a relationship and then ending it,” Simone tells the publication about her breakup. “But it was for the best.”
The Ohio native is making big moves. Literally. A breakup isn't stopping her glow up. She has a new home she's settling into and she recently gave her fans a sneak peek on social media:
A new environment is good for the young athlete, especially with everything that's going on right now.
“I think for athletes, it’s hard for us to be out of our element for such a long period of time,” Simone tells the magazine. “That kind of throws your whole balance off. Because you go to work out and you release endorphins. You get any anger out. It’s kind of our oasis. Without that, you’re stuck at home with your own thoughts. I’ve kind of let myself live in those thoughts, to read more deeply into them. At the gym, it’s a great distraction, so I never really live with my thoughts. Now it’s like, Okay, what are the depths of it? Sometimes I’ll write down little notes about how I’m feeling. Like, Today, it’s sh*t. Or Okay, I feel good, I feel content with this, this is the right decision, we need to make a plan. And then other days, I’m like, Are you joking? Another 15 months? I don’t know if I can do that. So it’s been nice to be able to live with them because I avoid them a lot of the time. That’s my way of protecting my mind.”
2020 has been SO insane and we're only half through the year. First, the COVID-19 pandemic literally shut the nation down and then the death of Minneapolis man George Floyd reignited the Black Lives Matter movement like never before. Simone shares her thoughts about racism, the BLM movement, and her disappointment after learning how black EMT, Breonna Taylor, was killed by police while sleeping in her home.
I last spoke to Biles in early June. The world was now exploding with outrage over the killings of Ahmaud Arbery, George Floyd, and so many others, the disproportionate impact the pandemic was having on Black and brown people, and a horror show of police violence on display at protests from coast to coast. “We need change,” Biles said in response. “We need justice for the Black community. With the peaceful protests it’s the start of change, but it’s sad that it took all of this for people to listen,” she said. “Racism and injustice have existed for years with the Black community. How many times has this happened before we had cell phones?”
It was the morning of what would have been Breonna Taylor’s 27th birthday, and tributes to the emergency medical technician—killed in March by Louisville, Kentucky, police officers who barged into her home without warning just after midnight and shot her eight times—were flooding the internet. “With everyone speaking up and the traction that Ahmaud and George are getting,” Biles said, “Breonna will be remembered. She’s going to find justice. They’re already reopening her case. I’m happy for that. But I just don’t understand. She was sleeping. How do you feel threatened when you’re a police officer and they’re sleeping? Come on now.” Media debates over protest tactics also struck Biles as odd. “We tried peaceful protesting. Then Colin Kaepernick—he lost his job. He lost his career. They took his whole entire career away from that poor man. And look at us now,” she said. “It’s working. You just have to be the first and people will follow.”
The author talks about her important role in holding the governing body of gymnastics accountable, especially when it comes to sexual abuse.
Another asked, “Do you think you’re obligated to stand up when something bad is going on in society?” The question summoned the specter of Larry Nassar, the longtime USA Gymnastics doctor who is now serving a sentence of up to 175 years for the sexual abuse of athletes, including Biles. For two years and counting, she has been trying to hold officials in her sport accountable. “Personally, for me, I don’t think of it as an obligation,” Biles said. “I think of it as an honor to speak for the less fortunate and for the voiceless. I also feel like it gives them power.”
After the Nassar trial, Simone battled with depression.
That summer, Biles moved out of Ron and Nellie’s house and into a condo of her own—the beginning of an “adulting” process, she told me. For a while she could do little more than sleep. “I was very depressed,” Biles said. “At one point I slept so much because, for me, it was the closest thing to death without harming myself. It was an escape from all of my thoughts, from the world, from what I was dealing with. It was a really dark time.”
So glad that's behind her now.
The World Champions Centre, where the YBF gymnast trains six days a week, was shut down indefinitely due to COVID-19 and Simone was distraught she couldn't train/workout. Then, the 2020 Summer Olympics were postponed until next year, July 202! As you can imagine, this CRUSHED Simone.
“I felt kind of torn and broken,” she said. “Obviously it was the right decision, but to have it finalized—in a way, you feel defeated because you’ve worked so hard.” There is a science to “peaking,” timing your training to reach optimal shape at precisely the moment you are scheduled to, say, compete in the Olympics. Not only would Biles have to redraw the plan, she would also have to interact with USAG another year. “We were gripping at the bars, and I just started crying. Another year of dealing with USAG. That, I don’t know if I can take.”
At first, Biles wasn’t sure how she would stay in shape. Adria asked if she had any dumbbells at home. (“First of all, in the gym, I don’t even use dumbbells,” Biles told me. “Why would I have a dumbbell set at home?”) Eventually she started improvising. She did a “twerk-out” class she found on YouTube. She went to a local track and did 100-meter sprints (a first). She even participated in an internet meme—the handstand challenge, in which celebrities like Tom Holland and Jake Gyllenhaal did handstands against a wall and, while inverted, slowly put on T-shirts. Biles did a free handstand (no wall) and held it for nearly a minute, removing her sweatpants with her toes.
Biles settled into something of a routine. She had Zoom sessions with her coaches, Cecile and Laurent Landi, three days a week. She walked her French bulldog, Lilo. (Five weeks in, she adopted a second one, a puppy she named Rambo.) And she did more adulting, fully inhabiting a new house she bought last year and expanding her repertoire of slow-cooker recipes (burrito bowls, pork chops).
So, Simone Biles is learning to adjust to her new life as she prepares to snatch up all the gold medals at the Olympics near year. And we can't wait to watch and cheer her on. You can read more from her interview here.
Watch Simone Biles reveal her beauty secrets, from Epsom salt baths to show-stealing eyeshadow, training diet and more below:
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We already know she's going to kill it at the Olympics next year!
Bonus:
  Simone Biles, the greatest gymnast of all time, is the August cover of VOGUE. https://t.co/HnWCeoeiCc pic.twitter.com/CMZOHMZgN0
— philip lewis (@Phil_Lewis_) July 9, 2020
  Some folks were not happy a black woman wasn't chosen to photograph Simone for VOGUE. And most we're impressed with the photos that made it to the magazine. Peep the thread above. Thoughts?
Photo: Simone's IG
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The One With The Sneak peak No-one Asked For
18+ Only, MINORS DNI and that is because this story will be hellraiser itself, in my opinion.
Just a little sneak peak on this rough monstrous piece I’m currently working on. I’ve completely plotted it out today and I’m having WAYYYYY too much fun writing it. Current word count rests at 17k >, but not everything is connected and NONE edited or proofread. I’m excited to share this one before the end of this month for a challenge. 
Yes, it will be dark content! 
Yes, it will contain smut, maybe even too much! 
Yes, it will contain a lot of disapproving behaviour!
DO NOT COPY MY WORK!
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The air is thick, filled with too much testosterone, but you keep a straight face taking in every single person in the room. You stifle your giggle with ease, it could easily be a scene from a movie. Associates with Fedora’s and Lincoln’s resting on their heads, long fitted coats and cigars between their teeth. Was this the shit Andy had to deal with daily?
You’re unfamiliar with the three men out of the ordinary, they peaked your interest.  Wearing leather jackets, arms and necks covered in tattoos, denim jeans and leather biker boots. The biggest of them all rolling a toothpick between his teeth, another chewing his gum like a llama and the small one with the glasses seemed nervous and agitated, tapping his fingers on the table he was sat at.
The sound of your heels hitting the concrete coming from below. You straighten out the fabric of your dress hugging your curves. Hair hanging loose, make-up done to a minimum, but had opted for a bright red lip. You had to present yourself as the strong woman you were, you had let yourself go for a moment. All justified, grieve had send you in a mood, but none of the men present had to know that.
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