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partycatty · 5 months

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dark star!johnny cage > against the world

what it's like dating the evil version of hollywood's golden boy. it's not all fun and games, even if that's how he sees it

warnings: lowkey abusive relationship like just straight up. yandere. lil smutty but nothing horrifically graphic.

notes: listened to "wrap me in plastic" and "watch me work" while writing LMFAO also please god the coat stays ON ‼️‼️‼️‼️ hes so scrummy i need him biblically

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part 2* / part 3* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

•first of all, dark star!johnny is so incredibly emotionally immature. he's a whiny bastard fr. hell hath no fury like a white man that's in the wrong during an argument with his girlfriend

•"baaaabe what's wrong?? it was just a joke!" after he says you're a 6/10 compared to a model on his phone. ZERO awareness.

•WALL PUNCHER. IM JUST BEING HONEST. your beautiful pale pink walls have so many shoulder-height white patches from you having to fix the wall every time his water has an inadequate amount of cucumber slices.

•he's got the same upbringing as the better johnny, shitty dad and dead mom. he just never really knew how to cope with it. equally as famous as his counterpart, he prefers throwing punches in action flicks. he's just somehow more of a dick about it.

•pampered to holy hell between shots, all relaxed in his chair with his name embroidered on it while one woman tends to his makeup, another to his hair, a third feeding him water. it's how he wants it to be, he needs to be perfect. he is perfect.

•spends like two hours getting ready, most of the time is spent on his hair. you tell him it'd be more efficient to trim it down a couple inches but he likes the way it flops over. you also like the way it falls in front of his face during his stunts. he's just so effortlessly sexy.

•uses his height and physique to his advantage. he loves backing you into corners and looming above you menacingly to watch you squirm, flustered. his large sunglasses reflect your pathetic little face.

•now with you, he loves to show you off, but not enough for you to steal the spotlight. you're his favorite little accessory that hangs off his arm. he chooses your outfits when you make public appearances. INSISTS on matching all the time. misty blue dress with gold jewelry to match his obnoxiously large coat.

•the good johnny plays things up for the camera and saves the sweetness for behind closed doors. dark star!johnny doesn't know when to turn off "camera mode." bro will not be sweet with you unless it gets him brownie points after he fucks up.

•he's so unfair. women fawn over him constantly and he smiles all smugly and leans into their touches. but if a man so much as looks at you for more than a couple seconds, he's beating the guy in moments.

•hates it when you find joy in other people. he will constantly fill you with thoughts that everyone will leave you one day for one reason or another, and that you should feel lucky that a world famous actor wants you.

•will make you turn against people you hold dear, he cuts them out of your life so they can't influence you like he does. this man is a smooth talker and hardcore manipulator that'll leave you anxious when you talk to anyone but him. he has you thinking everyone's out to get you.

•"come on baby, you really think they'd love you like i do? don't be delusional. it's just you and me against the world, you got it?"

•you guys have had so many public scandals, you're the main source of income for the TMZ employees.

•sex tape here, public screaming match there

•speaking of which this dude FUCKS. HARD. :3

•johnny will literally pound you into oblivion whenever he pleases. he prefers doggystyle so he can use your hair as leverage. sometimes he reaches forward and holds your jaw, chest pressed against your back as he mercilessly fucks you. he totally gets himself off on your pathetic moans.

•records it every time. partially to jerk off to later, partially as leverage against you.

•"you like that?" he'll ask in that low growl, somehow hitting even deeper. "nobody can fuck you like i do. so don't even fucking think about leaving - ngh -"

•after an argument, you'll find gorgeous purses or necklaces on your shared vanity. not because he's sorry, but because he knows you'll forget about how annoying he can be when he shells out a couple thousand on a gift for you.

•you could honestly probably do better, but who's gonna say no to johnny cage?

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shadesslut · 6 months

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KINKTOBER IDEA reader and ethan are fighting for top w! breeding kink to get ethan on bottom but he literally refuses to admit he's lost the battle and just turns from mean! dom! ethan and power bottom! reader to shy! bottom! ethan and mean! dom! reader like im in love w that dynamic ngl

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Pairing: (Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, a little breeding kink)

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“Stop it.” He said sternly. His lips were swollen and a darker shade of pink. His hair was ruffled, and his curls hid her delicate fingers. Veiny hands gripped at her waist harshly as the boy pulled her halfway onto his lap. Her eyes lidded as she felt his hand snake around to her ass, but this isn’t how she wanted tonight to go. Ethan, the whiny brat he was, refused to not take the lead during sex. He always wanted to be the one in charge, telling her what to do, doing whatever he wants with her body. But she had needs too. She wanted to be in charge.

She pouted her bottom lip at him as he pulled away from kissing her neck, and the bastard laughed at her. His eyes slowly traced down to her pouting lip, and he swiped his thumb across the skin. “Ethan, please,” She begged.

He only shook his head. “Nah babe, I’m always on top.” He remarked slyly as he smirked. Her eyebrows raised in amusement. And she took that as a challenge.

Maybe Ethan deserved a little bit of teasing.

She huffed, and Ethan took that as a sign of a win. He leaned back on the couch, hand still on waist, and spread his legs open. She watched him as he patted his knee, urging her to sit on it, but she hadn’t given up yet.

“Let me make you feel good first.” She cooed at him. She arched her back and leaned forward, allowing a clear shot of her cleavage. Ethan stared with his mouth open, and he nodded. She placed her palm on his knee, taking her other hand to unzip his jeans. Ethan shifted his hips at her touches. He raised his free arm to the top of the couch cushion, resting his elbow. His gray shirt rode up, revealing his v-line. That spot was one of her favorites to look at. She loved looking at the strands of dark hair that were placed perfectly below his belly button.

He dryly chuckled at her staring. She shook her head and focused. Ethan raised his hips as she tugged on the waistband, pulling his jeans down to his calves. He was hard, obviously, but she needed to make sure she focused everywhere but his dick. She slid her fingers under his boxers on his thigh, and she leaned forward to softly kiss his lips. Ethan groaned as she kissed him, his eyes peeking down to her still hand.

She used her other hand to play with her tits. Ethan watched her movements as she made her way to his neck, and he involuntarily bucked his hips. “C’mon baby, I thought you wanted to make me feel good.” He whispered lowly. She smiled against his neck, his stubble poking at her skin.

“Be patient. Gotta get you worked up first,” She responded, and her hand slightly shifted to his inner thigh. She heard a quiet whine escape his lips, and she felt her thighs warm up. Her thumb caressed his skin back and forth. He whispered her name, and she glanced up to see his head resting on the couch cushion.

He hummed softly once she continued to pepper kisses all over his exposed neck, but he started to grow impatient. Her hand kept inching towards his aching cock ever so often, making sure she never got too close.

Ethan had never been this whiny before, and he hated to admit it, but maybe he secretly liked being manhandled more. He liked the way his body tensed and chilled up as her cold fingertips grazed over the tender flesh of his inner thigh. He liked the way he bucked his hips at her telling him no and to be patient.

Her fingertips finally grazed over the wet tip of his cock, and Ethan let out a yelp at the touch. He felt his cock twitch, and his face reddened from embarrassment of how needy he was.

She softly laughed at his reaction, and she retracted her hand. Ethan jerked his head up at her movements, his chocolate eyes glossy as his eyebrows curled upwards.

“What’re you doing?” He asked in a strained voice. His chest rose up and down at a quick pace, and his fingers shook as he waited patiently. She didn’t answer, she only hooked her fingers at the hem of her top, swiftly pulling it over her head as she exposed her breasts. Ethan’s lips parted open as he watched her. She situated herself to sit fully on his lap, and she heard Ethan swallow hard.

“Wanna take your shirt off for me, baby?” She whispered. Ethan’s movements stuttered as he quickly reached for his shirt, practically tearing it off of himself. She giggled at him being eager, and she wondered why she’d never done this before.

Her palms were immediately placed onto his chest, and he shuddered at the coolness. She hummed softly as she leaned into him, looking down at him like she owned him, she knew she owned him. Ethan’s eyes were watered, like he was about to cry. “Baby please, I-I need you. I need you to touch me, please.”

“How bad do you need me?” She asked, him wrapped around her finger.

“So bad, I need to feel you. I’m yearning for you, my entire body is aching for your pussy. I want you to fuck me like you’re angry with me, I want you to fuck me raw. Fuck, sweetheart I want you to ruin me and my cock.”

His chest was heaving up and down, and his cheeks were red. She stared at him for a moment, a small smirk painting her face. Her hand wrapped around his neck, and she swiftly and roughly pulled him up to her, smashing her lips on his. He whimpered into her mouth, his bottom lip trembling at the feeling of her against him. Hooking her fingers into the crotch of her panties, she rushedly pulled them to the side, raising herself up onto her knees.

“F-Fuck,” Ethan moaned, before she lined herself up with her dick. Giving him one soft kiss on his nose, she then sunk down on him, filling herself with him. Ethan’s eyes widened, and he threw his head back onto the couch, groaning her name. She sighed heavily as she sat full weight on him, her ass pressed flat against upper thighs. She closed her eyes as she bent over, resting the top half of her body on Ethan’s chest. She felt a part of him, like she was made to be one with him. One mind, and one body.

Her hips began to rock against him as she thrusted against him. Her face was pressed against his neck, her hot breath hitting on his delicate skin. Ethan was shaking, loving every second of pure lust. He whispered sweet nothings to her, telling her how good she made him feel, and she quickened her pace. She made love to him like her life depended on it.

The tip of his dick hit the squishy flesh of her sweet spot. Wet sounds filled their ears, and Ethan hummed with satisfaction. “Those are such pretty noises,” He whispered to her.

He started grinding into her, thrusting himself into her, and she started to get annoyed. Slapping him on his cheek, he stuttered his movements, looking at her in shock. She grabbed a hold of his face as her fingers squeezed his cheeks. “You’re not allowed to fucking move, got it?” She warned through gritted teeth. He only moaned in response as he nodded frantically. She loosened her grip on him, but his face remained in her hold.

“Fucking brat,” She whispered to herself.

She started again, bouncing on his dick, letting out soft gasps each time she sunk down. The only sounds coming out of Ethan were soft whimpers. His eyes were screwed shut as he took her assertiveness. She heard his breaths speed up, and she smiled to herself. Her tits bounced as she moved, enamoring Ethan even more. He wanted to memorize her movements, every crevice and curve on her body, every sound she made. She reached behind her, and before Ethan could ask what she was doing, he felt her fingers touching his balls. His head jerked up at the new feeling, and he let out a guttural groan.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” He whined. Her middle finger rubbed harshly at the skin behind his scrotum, and Ethan’s eyes rolled back. His legs shook as she continued to manhandle him. “Baby,” he moaned softly.

“Hm? What is it, honey?” She asked, panting, also reaching her climax. He whined at the pet name.

“Please, just make me cum. Make me cum as many times as you want until I’m begging you to stop. Just please make me cum baby, please.” He begged as his glossy eyes stared up at her. His entire face was a darker shade of red than he had ever been, and he truly felt shameless. She smiled down at him. She kissed him delicately on his lips before quickening her movements, applying more pressure to her stroking. Ethan droned pathetically, and he mewled sweetly as he came. His cock twitched inside of her before he came, spewing out white streaks of cum. She didn’t mind it, the thought of his cum coating her insides, and the risk of her getting pregnant made her knees weak.

She smiled against her neck as they caught their breaths. His hand rested on her asscheek, while his other held the wrist of her hand that gripped his jaw. His eyelashes fluttered open, and he licked his lips upon looking at the line of her bare back. “Okay,” He huffed, annoyance slightly lacing his tone. She looked up at him through her lashes. “Maybe you’re better at being top.”

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asterias-record-shop · 11 months

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OMG OMG OMG OMG OKAY IMREALLY EXCITED NOW!!! HERE WE GO BINGO: Dark Fic with Jimmy Keene with "Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you -- I need to show everyone who you belong to."

For the quick description I was thinking maybe Jimmy's girl is the type of girl that always turns heads and attracts ppl so one time when they're out (could be a party/bar/club) and Jimmy sees some guy talking to the reader and laughing then he gets jealous and yknow...😩 gets all possessive and shows her she's his

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Jimmy Keene x Fem! Girlfriend! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 2.8K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Everyone knew you were Jimmy’s girl, everyone. It didn’t stop them from trying to steal you away, though, not that it ever worked. Besides, tonight was the opening of a new club, you both might as well give everyone something to look at - right?

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - in this, I am only writing Jimmy as a rich boy who runs with the wrong crowd. The only reason I am attracted to this man is because of Taron Egerton and nothing else, and it is not set in the universe as Black Bird but the character of Jimmy Keene as Taron Egerton. || I do not remember the names of his friends, so I made them up- || cursing and foul language || sub! reader || girly reader || reader wears makeup and exposing clothing || kinda whiny reader || definitely a dom/sub dynamic || breeding kink || raw sex || multiple rounds || multiple orgasms ||

“What about this for tonight?”

James had been watching you come in and out of your walk-in closet for hours, trying on dozens of different outfits that all did the same thing — to show off your amazing body. He didn’t care what you wore, you would walk in under his arm tonight and no matter how many people looked and ogled, you were his.

“It’s nice.” He was way too focused trying to control his dick rather than pay attention to what he’d say about your outfits.

You looked beautiful in all of them, he didn’t care what you wore because in all honesty, it’d be off in a matter of seconds. His friend was opening a new club downtown, and it was the grand opening, so of course you had to go all out.

“For fucks sake, James, you’ve been saying the exact same thing for every outfit! You know what, how about I just don’t go, huh?! Nothing in my closet seems to satisfy you, bastard!” You sobbed, stomping into the closet and slamming the door.

“Fuck- Y/N!” He was quick to stand, fixing his cock as he tried to open the door, the lock making him groan. “Y/N, honey, let me in!”

“No! I don’t want to see you!” Your voice was muffled, but he could hear your sobs. Oh you were so over dramatic, but he loved it.

James groaned, leaning his head on the door. “Baby, come on! I think all of them were really nice!”

“Yeah, I know! That’s all you were saying, I don’t want to look nice, I want to look perfect, hot, amazing- anything other than just nice!” You sobbed even louder, wailing as you pressed your face into your hands.

Why was he so short? Why did he keep saying the same damn things over and over again? For fucks sake, he could’ve said something else besides, ‘It’s nice’ for every single damn outfit!

“Oh baby, I didn’t mean it like that! Come on, how about I buy you a new outfit, hm? I’ll take you to that shop you love so much, does that sound good?” He could hear your sobs pause, smiling. You always loved it whenever he took you shopping, this would be no different.

You whimper, his smile widening. “As many outfits as I want?”

He laughed, nodding. “As many as you want.”

“And some lingerie?”

“How could I forget the lingerie, baby?”

“And perfume?”

You were going to make him go broke, but he didn’t care. Not when everything he was about to splurge on was for you.

“How about two perfumes?”

He didn’t even notice the door opening, quickly catching himself before he fell and you ran into his chest with a loud sob. “Don’t ever tell me I look just nice again!”

James laughed, nodding as he stroked your cheeks. “Whatever you say, my love. Do you want to wear that to the store?”

You paused, looking down at your black dress that was way too short but James loved, a smile on his lips as you bent your leg back, looking down at the bottom of your Louboutins. “Yes.”

It makes him laugh again as you walk out, your strut perfectly swinging your hips from side to side before you stop and look back. “Are you coming?”

“Yes ma’am.”

He followed you out the door of your shared room, stepping over the mess of clothes you had made trying to figure out outfits, smiling as you reached back and grabbed his hand. “I’m hungry. Get me some food too?”

“Whatever you want, baby. From the food court or the way back?” It was a simple question, but you pouted like it was the biggest decision on earth.

“I don’t know. They have that really good place at the food court, but I’ve been craving that restaurant too… Can we decide later?” You lead him down the stairs making James nod, smiling.

He could never stop smiling around you, it was impossible. “You just tell me what you want me to do, baby, I’ll pick up whatever you want.”

“How about both?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“That’s what I want! Now come on, we have to go!” You giggled as you pulled him out the door, groaning as you tried to tug on his hand to get him to go faster as he locked the door. “Come on, Jimmy!”

It didn’t take you both to get to the shopping center, James lounging on one of the expensive futons while you changed in the dressing room. “Jimmy, are you ready?!”

“Yes, love!” He sits up, smiling as you walk out of the dressing room onto the platform, the entire dressing room like your own personal runway.

You walked down toward him, showing off the black dress that he was sure you had just tried on earlier back home. “Darling, as beautiful as you looked, didn’t you just try that one?”

You started giggling, nodding. “You passed the test! I wanted to make sure you were paying attention.”

“How could I not when your tits look so good in that dress baby?” He begins to stand, already walking toward you before you pressed a foot to his chest.

“Behave, James, I’m not done with my fashion show. I still have to find an outfit for tonight.” You giggled, pressing your foot against his chest to push him back into the futon. “I’m thinking red.”

“Oh, I don’t care what color it is, as long as I can take it off of you quickly.” He winked up at you, watching as you giggled and strutted back into the dressing room. “Still love that dress, baby!”

In the end, you did settle on a red dress, and he loved it. Oh, he loved it.

As soon as the both of you walked into the club, he squeezed your ass firmly and pressed a kiss to your temple. You were already swaying your hips to the music, giggling as you looked around at the strippers on the pole like how you were looking around at the clothing store.

“Oh, they’re so pretty! James, do you have some bills?” You looked over at him making him nod, not even looking at the women. He was sure they were beautiful, but no one compared to how pretty you were. So instead, he watched as he handed you a lot more hundred dollar bills than he expected and watched as you giggled. “Thank you, baby! I love you!”

“I love you too, darling.” He pressed a firm kiss to your temple and watched as you ran off to join your friends. He slipped through the crowds easily, quickly going up to the main pavilion where everyone was, quickly getting a drink and sitting right on the edge where he watched you throw money – both his and your own – at the very pretty dancers before being dragged to the dance floor with your friends.

He smiled, already taking a sip of his drink before Shawn sat down next to him, letting out a loud cheer that made you look up. He could practically hear your giggle as you waved up at him, James softly kissing his hand as you smiled widely before starting to dance again.

“Oh for fucks sake, Jimmy, you’re fucking whipped.”

James rolls his eyes in annoyance, scoffing. “Yeah, I’d rather be whipped than be getting STDs-”

“Oi, keep it down!” Shawn laughs, leaning over as he takes the next two drinks offered by a server. “Want a drink?”

“I’m good.” James raises his own, shrugging. He didn’t trust Shawn enough to take a drink from him, even if he invited him to the opening. “Can you blame me though? Look at her.”

He watched as you threw your head back, mouth open as you laughed and smoothed down the sides of your dress. Your friends were dancing with each other, one behind you before someone tugged you away making James shoot up.

“Hey, calm down!” Shawn laughs, looking up at James. “That’s Kingsley, man, you know him. He’s a trust fund kid. You can’t do shit to him.”

“Fucking watch me.”

James was already basically running down the stairs, shoving past everyone to get to where you were, yelling at the guy to keep his hands off of you.

“Hey, don’t you fucking hear her?! Get your hands off!” James shoved him, pulling you behind him not even a minute afterwards as Kingsley stumbled. “Get your fucking hands off my girl, you fucking bastard.”

“Oh, hey Jimmy,” Kingsley laughed, pushing his hair back. “Didn’t know this was your girl, she’s prettier than the last time I saw her. You don’t know the meaning of sharing, Keene, come on- fuck!”

Jimmy really couldn’t have been happier when searing-hot pain developed from his knuckles, watching as Kingsley fell back and you yelped loudly. “Jimmy-!”

“Come on,” Jamese grabbed your hand, pulling you back toward the private rooms as you gasped. “Come on, baby, let’s go.”

“Where are we going? Jimmy, what if someone calls the cops-”

“You think I care about some cops?” James walked into the first room with no ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign, pulling you into the room with a smile. “Gonna make sure everyone in the club knows your mine.”

You whimpered as he easily lifted you up, hands holding your ass that was basically falling out of your dress, your hot cunt grinding against his cock as the two of you fell back against the bed. He laughed, his hands groping the fat of your ass as he fixed himself.

“Fuck, darling, you’re already so desperate. What, were you getting wet on the dance floor?” He could feel the wet patch developing on his slacks, hands shaping your thighs as you roll your hips against nothing.

“N-No, no of course not!” It was embarrassing how wet you got just from him punching Kingsley, but it was so fucking hot.

“So when did you get this wet, hm baby? Tell me.” His thick fingers slide up and down your slit, his open mouth sucking and biting against your neck, your mind already blurring as you bucked into his digits.

You weren’t even able to speak at this point, whimpering loudly with his fingers the only thing on your mind. Why hadn’t he pushed them in yet, why wasn’t he fucking you?

“You think you’re still stretched out from last night?”

Well for fucks sake, you were about to find out.

He merely pulled your underwear to the side, his mouth never stopping its assault on your neck, continuing to bite and lick and suck marks all over your skin. Your body was hot, hips bucking uncontrollably as his thumb starts to rub firmly against your clit and his cock slides up and down your slit.

“Y-Your… you’ve already covered my entire neck, J-James, it hurts,” you whisper, gasping as his hot tongue delicately trails over the hickies and bite marks as he slammed his hips forward. It makes your vision go white, a gasp falling from your lips as he groans loudly. “J-Jimmy!”

“Oh my darling girl, I have to mark you — I need to show everyone who you belong to. So that no mother fucker like that ever gets near you again, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He basically growled against your skin, his hips rolling slightly to get his cock deeper inside of you, his balls sliding against the bottom of your cunt, smearing your arousal. “Maybe I should do some more things to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

“What, like putting a baby in me?” Your voice was strong now, your hands rubbing against his chest as you slipped open his shirt by undoing the buttons. “You want to have kids while being a drug lord?”

“And I’ll spoil that kid fucking rotten,” he whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours as he sighed. “I’ll spoil you and that kid fuckin’ rotten. Just give me the word and I’ll give you that baby.”

“Y-Yes,” you whisper, ducking down to press a kiss against that mole on his neck. “Yes baby, yes. Give me that baby, get me pregnant.”

That was all he needed to pull out of you before slamming back in, just that one thrust making your mind blur and a loud moan fall from your lips, your first orgasm of the night coming quicker than you thought it would. “F-Fuck Jimmy!”

“Did you-” he paused, staring down at your cunt as he felt you clench around him, over and over again as your hips rutted upwards into his own. “Did you just cum?”

“I-I did, I did, please be gentle-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he flipped you easily onto your stomach, straddling your lower thighs as he held the back of your head, thrusting into you from behind. He was humping against your butt, the pubes on his pelvis rubbing against the globe of your ass as he held your hips to help you stay kneeling upward for him. “Fuck, James!”

“Come on baby, I haven’t even cum once and you're already so sensitive? Fuck, you’re always so desperate for me darling, so fucking desperate for me,” he groaned against your shoulder, his other hand that wasn’t holding your hip going up to intertwine with your own. “How would I not get you pregnant, baby? What would keep you from not getting pregnant from the amount of times I’m about to cum in you?”

His large hand held your hips, his pointer and middle finger rubbing against your swollen clit, his dirty words making your stomach twist. Or maybe it was the amount of times his tip was ramming into your cervix, his cock fucking you like a fleshlight. You could feel sparks running up your back, his hot breath fanning against your skin making everything just feel so much more.

You could feel every stutter of his hips, every sharp breath he took as he groaned against your skin, the sharp thrust that finally concluded his first climax of the night. It wasn’t like he was done yet, though, gently settling your body against the bed and slipping a pillow under your body to help support you.

You could feel the soft material of the pillow case against your puffy clit, your hands digging into the bed as he hoisted your red, two piece dress higher up your body and stared at the movements he made your body do. He watched your knuckles turn white as you gripped onto the sheets, your body bouncing with every thrust as he moved both hands to intertwine his fingers through yours.

“Fuck baby, I’m going to cum inside of you so much, it’s going to leave a damn bulge. There’s no fuckin’ way you won’t get pregnant after this.” He groaned against your skin, gasping as your cunt fluttered around his shaft.

Were you going to cum again? You had felt your stomach tighten so many times, so many fucking times, which orgasm was this? How many times had you cum around his cock?

“F-Fuck!” You screamed out as he thrusted forward, groaning as he rutted against your ass, the both of you cumming at the same time for the first time that night, even though it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

He groaned against your skin as he kissed up your neck to your ear, humming softly. “I’m going to cum inside of you so much that when you walk out of this club, my cum’s going to run down your thighs. Does that sound nice baby?”

“Y-Yes, fuck, yes.”

“Good fucking girl.”

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jackoshadows · 1 year

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Typical fandom nonsense when justifying Catelyn’s emotional abuse of Jon Snow

This standard is only applied to Jon Snow. Cersei was murdering bastards! How dare whiny, thin-skinned, over sensitive Jon Snow complain about the emotional abuse he experienced growing up as a child - at least he did not get murdered!!

Also Catelyn being a better person than Cersei is setting the bar very low indeed.

All our other main character POVs are also nobles who have it much, much better than the small folk or in many cases their counterparts. And yet the same readers who love to play oppression Olympics when it comes to some characters - even going so far as to write that Sansa was traumatized by Ned’s ‘favoritism’ towards Arya and that Ned Stark abused and groomed Sansa - will be over here shrugging off the deliberate and forced social ostracization a small child experienced growing up and seeing his half-siblings get the love and attention denied to him.

Hell, Sansa playing a pretend bastard in the Vale gets more sympathy in this fandom than the actual bastard’s thoughts and feelings on this. How dare Harry the Heir treat Sansa like a bastard, she was so hurt! But look isn’t Sansa so kind, gentle and polite in treating Jon Snow as a bastard 🥰 🥰?

#Jon Snow #this fucking fandom!#asoiaf fandom wank

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sneezingfetishftw-fics · 2 months

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Insufferable (2/7)

Chapter 2 is up! The next part was taking a while to write, so please enjoy this quick lil interlude with Velvette (and a bit of plot at the end), I promise we’ll get back to poor sick Vox next chapter lol.

Previous chapter: 1

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Velvette walked out the door, ready for action. Vox was always going on about how she could stand to learn some more professionalism, this was her chance! As she traversed the hallways, she realized there were a few other bits of bookkeeping to handle. She sent a text out to Val’s main assistant. “Filming for today is cancelled. Val currently unavailable, consider me as your point of contact for today (and probably also tomorrow.)” She pulled up Vox’s notes, grateful the man was so meticulous. Ok, plenty of talking points here, but what were all these markings? Oh. Those were the spots where Vox was planning to use his hypnotic eye, for the facts that were a harder sell (or maybe just straight up lies?) Velvette didn’t exactly have that option, she would have to rely on the skills she learned in social media to help her spin the story.

Velvette walked into the studio and all conversation stopped, everyone’s eyes on her. She reminded herself they weren’t just admiring her outfit. She had a job to do. “Vox is unavailable. I’ll be doing the interview in his place.” Several eyebrow raises, but then a sigh of relief as they realized they wouldn’t have to deal with Vox’s insufferable attitude. “Oh, and you can turn the temperature back to the default. It’s freezing in here!” Another collective sigh of relief. “How’s the equipment, everything working now?” The employee over by the AC nodded. “Good. I suppose you’re not so terrible at your job after all. Oh, and let’s turn the lights back up, it looks a bit gloomy in here.”

Another employee came up to Velvet. “We’re ready for the sound check, Ma’am.”

“Ma’am? I’m not a fossil! Try that again.”

Awkward throat clearing. “We’re ready for the sound check, Miss Velvette.”

Velvette suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. It was a little bit better of a title, she supposed. She sat down at the desk, watching with amusement as the employee lowered the mic. She took a sip from the water bottle at the desk. “Testing, testing, I’m Vox and I’m a stubborn, whiny little bastard who had to be forced to take a fucking break for once!” That’s what she wanted to say, but that wouldn’t exactly be a good way to show she could handle the responsibility. She settled for the more boring standard, and the setup was a breeze.

“I suppose we should start by addressing the elephant in the room,” the interviewer began.

“Yeah, you could stand to lose a few pounds,” Velvette thought, but she held her tongue.

“This interview was supposed to be with Vox, CEO of VoxTech.”

Velvette had thought for a while about how to answer this question. Would his illness come across as weakness, a sign that this was a good time for enemies to attack? Or would a cover-up be even more suspicious? She responded with the answer she’d prepared, with just the right level of adjacency to the truth. “Val is sick. Nothing major, but as someone who cares so much about his business partners, Vox thought it best to take it upon himself to make sure Val is well taken care of. He’ll be working from home the next few days but felt that the interview was best conducted in person, thus he sent me.” The CEO being sick was too much weakness to expose, but without a compelling reason Vox would look inconsiderate for skipping the interview. Taking care of Val had a level of believability and, Velvette was hoping, would humanize Vox a bit and enhance his likability. The interviewer seemed unimpressed. Fine, extra details then. “Vox knows that for such a big product like this there will be many questions. I’m here to handle the initial facts, and then after you’ve had a week to collect your thoughts, Vox will conduct another interview to answer those more in-depth, burning questions. We could, of course, get a different interviewer if you don’t appreciate his methods.” She flashed a toothy grin.

“No, no, that won’t be necessary,” the interviewer responded quickly. “I look forward to interviewing Vox next week.” He shuffled his papers awkwardly. “Right, then. Let’s get started.”

The interview itself passed without too much trouble. There were definitely a few moments where she had to pull something out of her arse, but the interviewer seemed to have bought it. Eventually, it was finally over. Ugh, these people were so boring.

When Velvette returned to their residence, the place was eerily quiet. No sound but the constant whirring of Vox’s fans, which could be heard even from the entryway. Velvette popped into the bedroom to see what was up. She found a mostly naked Vox (ew!), asleep and a (thankfully still clothed, also asleep) Val. A second glance at Vox revealed that he seemed to have some kind of screensaver, a little DVD icon bouncing from wall to wall of the screen. Was that normal? She couldn’t remember, she wasn’t exactly in the habit of watching him sleep. Never mind, better to let them both get some rest.

Velvette decided to continue her self-assigned responsibility of Vox’s affairs. She had just claimed the man was working from home, after all. Thankfully, his computer seemed to still be functioning. First step was checking his calendar. There was some big meeting scheduled for tomorrow. She seriously doubted Vox would be healthy enough by then. She did a quick scan of his sent messages to get a feel for the right tone, and then she sent out an update to all the participants. “Meeting rescheduled - it has come to my attention that some of you still aren’t prepared. I’m giving you until next week to figure it out. Don’t disappoint me.”

As she closed the email window and considered her next move, something caught her attention - a folder on the desktop labeled “Fuck Alastor”. Their rivalry wasn’t exactly a secret, but still she wondered just what was in there. She clicked it open and took a look. Inside were millions of photos, all of the same subject: Alastor. Captured by security cameras, perhaps? There’s no way the radio demon would willingly let Vox take so many photos of him. She stopped looking at the photos and went back to looking at the list of files in general. The most recent one was from this morning. And its file size was significantly smaller than the other files. Velvette took a look at the file details. Hidden extension? But it already had an extension - .vxc, for a raw photo from a VoxTech camera (presumably kept in original form for the sharpest image quality?). She unchecked the checkbox to reveal the actual extension: .exe. Oh. Velvette may not know computers as thoroughly as Vox, but she knew enough to know that was a bad sign. She sighed. This might be about to get a whole lot worse.

#my snezfic #snezbin hotel #I wanted to write more of the interview but then when I tried I realized I wasn’t feeling it lol I’m too impatient #could def have written vel ruder here but she’s trying to be on her best behavior #soon it will be time to make this man suffer again #also the title has grown on me so that’s nice #also if you didn’t already know or figure out form context clues - exe is an executable which is a common file type for viruses lol #based on my quick google search it seems that viruses are actually smaller than photos? who woulda guessed lol

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cannivalisms · 10 months

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random question but does the world of terras town have any sort of religion

swear i've been sitting on answering this one for literal months now i'm. so sorry! wanted to be in a more tt mood again before replying (i'm still not fully but nostalgia is hitting hard on this friday night. btw).

also yeah! so since tt exists as a refraction (and opposition) of the town right above it, its no surprise that its religion also has similar (and skewed) foundations. considering lev's hometown is largely christian (& catholic), aka structured around a man dying for them, surprise! tt's is all about a woman being killed by them. which actually fits into their general day to day beliefs and attitudes more than you'd think.

so, just as lev's world has Our Lord, tt has Our Lady. and god in their case came from the earths, her divine body both one with the sand and also somehow sleeping deep within it. and in popular mythos, this is how the people of terras also first came to be: chewing and tearing their way free from her flesh, and thus becoming imbued along the way with a small spark of her divinity (aka, their magic). but subsequently, for each new person 'born', god grew weaker, until eventually self preservation rose and she woke up, with the aim to swallow them all back down again and re-become whole. this is the point where the people of terras proceeded to band together and kill her to maintain their lives. bonding activities fr

anyway it's no real surprise that as a result religious virtue in tt is based less around humility and fearing your god, and more about personal pride and surpassing them. terran religion is meant to uplift the self, promote determination and senses of justice, and encourage unity in the face of greater evils, since they are literally all each other have in the middle of this cut off dreambubble wasteland. these beliefs also tie though as to why the council & upper classes in terras generally suppress or hand wave away most religious affairs - last thing they need here is the lower classes to start being like oh shit right, we are so powerful actually, we can take on those corrupt bastards in charge if we all stick together haha!!!. it's not like they'll discriminate or outright prohibit religious displays or holidays, since that tends to only breed fiercer devotion and encourage the unwanted behavior, but for each religious holiday, some other follow up festivity or something will be made to sort of remind people of their power in particular. yk. power that you can actually see and touch and fear. not the general sense of power that allowed us all to hypothetically kill a god once upon a time. so. it's also why they encourage the vitriol and suspicion people in the lower classes have for each other.

unfortunately these attempts have also sort of largely worked, since there is not a lot to be proud of when you're fighting from day to day to survive to the next - or a lot to trust when your neighbor seems keen to stab you in the back. religious people exist in terras, but they're not that frequent (esp amongst The Masses), and are also usually dismissed more as optimists.

anyway past this, there's also some other branches off this primary faith - main sub groups include people who maintain that the Lady willingly let herself be killed instead of being gloriously defeated, and that there is no honor to be found in that kind of victory and that terras town citizens should be repenting for the original sin (sounds more familiar right?) vs people who maintain that the Lady wasn't ever really killed, only pushed back into slumber, and that one day she'll rise again to swallow them all - and that the people of tt must be ready to band together when that happens and truly defeat her for good etc etc. most people in tt find the former group whiny, if not downright heretical if they too are religious (who are you to try and shame us for our proudest and core tenet?), and the second cringe as fuck, plus slightly hererical if we are being picky (the whole point is that she's fucking dead dude).

oh and also there's the breakers. right. forgot about them. they are not connected to religion so much as they are like... the science of terras town, but they're a cult so i guess they sort of count in this section too. basically their full title is the barrier breakers, they think terras and the upper world need to be unified in a great rapture, and that the first sign of this happening will be the two planes 'swapping blood.' & they are going to love lev ❤️

#terras town #urban fantasy #writeblr #original writing #worldbuilding #talking with the wind #theres also some fun superstition around. ie sandwalkers which are like a combination of changelings and zombies #who are formed from the corpses of those who lie under the desert’s sands #people say you can identify them by the unburnt soles of their feet and pale skin #they take on faces of loved ones to lure you in and then bite you to draw the life out of you you know how these things go #oh also sandgrabbers! vaguely same premise as far as creation goes but these corpses were too skeletal to start walking about so #they stay underground and pull you under if you walk over them #this isnt religion either but hey! kinda fun. kinda fun!#anyway sorry for late reply & also forgive the slightly messy everything about this. im lacking in iron and trying to remember what my 18 y #old self was on about with a lot of this #she writes

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katapotato55 · 10 months

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Writing review: Saints row 2022 is an example of overly safe writing

disclaimer: I have NEVER played the old saints row games. saints row 2022 is my first exposure to the series, so you can rest assured knowing i am mostly unbiased. My only frame of reference for older games is the internet second disclaimer: the focus of this post is on the writing and maaaybe some unrelated stuff here and there. also let me remind you that this is my opinion and that you are allowed to enjoy something that i personally hate. you don't need my permission to enjoy things. spoilers for saints row 2022 obviously. do not play this game it is not worth the money. lets begin under the cut.

First problem: the main character is an unlikable turd, also they look ugly.

half related but i spent 30 minutes on that damn face slider and i still couldn't get them to look natural. What an ugly looking creature. the thing that sticks out to me is in the start of the game where they are constantly bitching and moaning about their commanding officer ordering to do things. when i think "lose cannon" character, i don't imagine a whiny 14 year old with a gun and ugly armor. at that moment i have decided to put that thought aside at that moment and think to myself "ok so perhaps the game is trying to go for a character that doesn't listen to the rules. I will play along for now"

whoopsie! the main character is too much of a coward to shoot the big bad guy who has killed a bunch of people up to that point ! let me just throw empty threats like "don't move or i am going to shoot you" without actually shooting! wOULD YOU PLEASE SHOOT HIM IN THE FUCKING KNEE ALREADY YOU HAVE A GUN. YOU ARE AN OFFICER OF THE CORPORATE LAW. YOU LET HIM GET AWAY AND TAKE OVER A FIGHTER JET BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T SHOOT HIM HE IS UNARMED AND YOU HAVE A GUN AND BULLET PROOF ARMOR. FUCKING FUCK FUCK The story can't decide if your personality-less protagonist is a lose cannon or a goody two shoes, so to artificially move on to a boring "dangling off a jet" fight scene they just don't shoot the fucker causing a huge mess and I am not even going to get into the fact the big bad didn't even fly the fuck away when your character was literally dangling off the jet. what is it made of??? Styrofoam ? ? ? ?

Problem 2: this game is too scared to actually be a game aimed at adults

the rating of this game is rated as M for mature. This is a game that they will not sell to minors in stores. As in this game is made for adults who are legally able to enjoy dirty jokes in games.

so why the FUCK did they censor RimJobs and Freckle bitches??? what are you scared that the underage teen that bought the game on steam without telling their parents is suddenly going to have a meltdown because they saw a swear ? ? I never played the older games let me remind you, but it feels so lame that my first experiences is jokes stolen from older games and then bastardized. and no this does not make the game more mature. Let me tell you why:

Problem 3: the main villain conflict is an unholy mash between high school drama and boring "fight the system" stories

today I learned that you run a CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION in this game. did you know that? I didn't know that. "Kat that's the whole point of the series" OH REALLY? WELL TELL THAT TO THE DAMN WRITERS OF THIS STORY first issue: the fact that the evil corporation somehow buys your criminal organization legally and your dumbass character and even dumber team-mates think this is some big deal hey friend! did you know that the perks of having a criminal organization is that you don't follow the law ? did you know that owning the rights to something doesn't mean shit when the thing you own is a criminal organization that doesn't follow the law? did you know that this is a criminal organization ? have i made that clear yet? are you sure you understand ? the evil corporation is an EVIL CORPORATION. they own the city ! couldn't you actually make them more threatening than "lol we own you now" what the hell do they expect to do? take this criminal organization to court? gee wouldn't society improve if we simply had huge businessmen buy out the fucking mafia out and then tell them to stop doing crime? (this is sarcasm in the event this actually does happen in real life) Second issue: the big bad guy who has experience with being a crime lord and has a history of manslaughter becomes a yandere. no i am not shitting you. Your character (WHO RUNS A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION) decides to suddenly be a good guy and teaches the big bad that the magic power of friendship and how wonderful being nice truly is like its fucking my little pony. then at the end of the game your character gets stabbed, magically survives being burred in a shallow grave after being stabbed, and then the big bad apparently is forcing your friends to be his weird friendship puppets. listen. yandere characters can work sometimes in situations like this. but like all characterization: you need to ACTUALLY ESTABLISH TRAITS LIKE THAT EARLY ON. why the hell is this grizzly 30 to 40 something year old man who has a history of being a charismatic crimelord suddenly acting like this is a really shit anime and he is a 16 year old nutbasket? ? ? ? ? nothing about him screams "i am socially starved to the point i am willing to kidnap people and force them to be my friends" like ? ? ? ? these stories and themes are NOT comparable at all- to recap this story features -a "fuck the system" story where your character fights against the evil corporatin -a yandere story where the big bad steals your friends with murder or whatever. -a story where the main character is good actually and they will free this city of evil -a story where the main character is a crime lord and that they create their own criminal gang and snuff out other criminal gangs. PICK A LANE THIS IS THE STORY EQUIVALENT TO ADDING PICKLES, CHOCOLATE SAUCE, MINT, AND ORANGE JUICE TO A FUCKING SOUP.

Conclusion: what not to do and suggestions for people who want to try these kind of stories.

first things first: don't be a fucking pussy. this is a crime lord story. you need to be comfortable with adult themes, swearing, and doing illegal and morally dubious shit. if you can't handle writing about that, then this genre isn't for you. Second: pick ONE threat as the main threat and then perhaps have smaller, less consequential threats. MAKE IT COHESIVE if it isn't obvious already, "screw the system" stories where the evil corporation is going to buy x building to fund their golf course or whatever isn't very compatible with crime lord stories where the main character is the lord in question. i am sure you can make it work if you are creative enough, just don't do what saints row 2022 did. Third: let your main character be a bad person in some way or form. Or even better: a complex character People who run crime rings are not good people. They are people who are running a hierarchy where they exploit money and society for personal gain. some of them are cults who convince their lackeys to stay, while others give their lackeys a cut of the dough. people. who run. crime rings. are not. good. people. Part of the failure of saints row 2022's main character is that they are a mix of the worst traits of a goodie two shoes and an aggressive hipster. they tried to make a CRIME LORD a morally good person who is fighting the system or whatever. get it through your head people who exploit people and the system are not good people who should be respected in your story. If your protagonist is in this position, they need to either A: start out as a good person and be corrupted, or B: start out as bad people and improve as a person only to then LEAVE the crime organization. unpopular opinion: but Mary sue characters can work in fiction depending on what you are writing. Steven universe is still a good show even if i can argue that Steven has Mary sue like tendencies. A Mary sue character is not inherently bad if the point of the show fits the reason why they exist. this is popular in escapist fantasy stories. But Mary sue type protagonist do not work in crime lord stories. Even if you want to make a weird gang related escapist fantasy story, you still need to make the protagonist do morally dubious things for it to actually work.

sometimes i ask myself: why was this story so bad? it was written by a professional studio, so something must had happened. my theory is that the studio had no experience with writing saints row games and basically got too scared to do anything actually mature and adult oriented. Its the fear of accidentally making something problematic. fair enough But at that point..... just don't make a saints row story ? don't make a game featuring a criminal organization at that point. but remember: there is no safety in a good story. all stories have risk. Why ? because art SHOULD provoke. art SHOULD make you uncomfortable, it should make you laugh, it should make you cry and feel. Art NEEDS to provoke some emotion to be considered quality art. and saints row 2022 didn't even make me laugh or connect to the boring ass characters like it set out to do, because it didn't provoke anything. I am not even angry. I am not a fan of the series, I just wrote this so that those who love writing can learn from this awful story. the only gain i got from this story is lost time because I "legally acquired it" if you get my drift. here is a suggestion to you fanfic writers: maybe you can make a story where its the future and the saints are the main villains of the story after accumulating so much control, and the protagonist has to fight against them only to eventually lose track of the plan and rise the ranks to the leader of the saints. there is so much you can do with this story, why be scared to offend? lifes too short, just get out there and fail as fast as you can so that you can gain the failure experience to make something great? thank you for reading my crap, check out my blog for a bonus reblog!

#sorry that this post is very salty and less comedic #i got back from a huge trip i am so tired right now #game review #writing reviews #writing review #saints row #saints row 2022 #writing advice #writing tips #writing help #writing #writer on tumblr #writer tips #fanfiction writer

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talesandfluff · 2 years

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How would you rank the 12 nightmare time stories,now that all the episodes were uploaded to YouTube?

Love your writing!

Thank you so much!

I’ve been thinking about making a video ranking them, however I’m not really in a video editing mood these days, it takes so much work and I’ve been exhausted in my personal life and more focused on other new projects, so I’ll just give my ranking as is:

Black Friday: this is the best piece of content Starkid has ever written and performed. You simply can’t beat it.

Jane’s A Car: Love the deeper look into Tom’s grief from a different perspective.

Honey Queen: SHENANIGANS GALORE

Time Bastard: Hate that man, love to see him suffer <3

Yellow Jacket: This took Lex (who was already very compelling and well rounded) to a whole new level I honestly cannot believe, it’s incredibly moving and well acted, even by Lauren who was never meant to play the part.

Abstinence Camp: All I want is for Girl Jery to be happy :/ Religion in America is a topic of high interest to me and has been for many years, so this really hit on a special interest for me.

Daddy: JUST LET JAIME LYN PLAY ALL THE PARTS FROM NOW ON, also best Ted death so far, hands down

Killer Track: I’m always down for a Kim-led story and it’s been so cool to see Bryce get a main role! I love when women help each other.

The Hatchetfield Ape-Man: This is actually peak Ted whether you want it or not

The Witch in the Web: I love how this episode set up soooo much of what season 2 was built upon, the honey festival, the Hatchet Men, Miss Holloway, Hannah’s immeasurable powers, etc

The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals: I just want her* back (Charlotte Sweetly)

Perky’s Buds: eh, not as bad as people are making it out to be and there’s a lot to take from it, I liked a story about Emma without a man, but eh.

Forever and Always: I hate Paulkins this was terrible

Watcher World: I don’t care for Alice either, as far as I’m concerned she’s whiny and annoying lmao

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aroyalpaininthecass · 1 year

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So reading some reviews for Storm and Siege, most people are annoyed with Mal...and besides not a lot happening in it, that has been the main complaint.

And I think I put my finger on why...he bitches too much about what he can't have, how powerless and unhappy he is.

But that violates a key tenant of the "suffering martyr" role he got thrust in (some of his own doing tbh). The thing that makes that role fangirl worthy (at least, imo) is the SILENCE. You have to let us realize your suffering on our own. You can't point it out to us at every turn and corner.

He calls so much attention to it, the worst of which, though it happens in Ruin and Rising, his fucking whole back tattoo, displaying it to her as a symbol of his devotion, and then constantly going back to "but I can't have you, you're meant for more than me." Okay, if you believe that...stop. But because it constantly goes on... it's obvious he doesn't believe his own words to her. And if it's a matter of "I'm devoted to your cause whether or not I can have you", that was already very, very clear. You don't need to remind her every day. Grade A Annoying.

It made me think of roles like Franz D'Epinay from Gankutsuou and Doumeki Shizuka in xxxHolic. These are both MASTER CLASSES in this. I know there are more but those are the first two that came to mind...

Mal. Buddy, friendo. Gotta let us kick ourselves in the feels. That's the only way that position works. Until then...well, you're just a whiny, horny bastard.

#thanks for coming to my TED talk #I also think it's funny his name translates to bad in Spanish. foreshadowing? or just funny?#Grishaverse

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delphinecormierslexus · 3 years

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Have y’all seen La Mante? the terfiest of shows

#im pretty sure the end is like legit transphobic #but la mante herself *chef's kiss* exquisite #(too bad she has a whiny bastard for a son and we have to put up with him being the main character)

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Pokemon Legends Arceus Volo 🔞 Hcs

It had to be done

Volo x Gn!reader

CW: parts of this relationship is not the healthiest volo is not really a healthy man./Choking/Spanking/hairpulling/ overstimulation/ marking.

THE READER IS NOT AKARI/REI

In some cases I might write the reader having the same role as the main character but not the child themselves if that makes sense...

Spoiler warning for Legends Arceus!!

Volo doesn't hate you... Sure he is a little heated about The God he worships choosing a random stranger that came out of lord Dialga's ass. And he may or may not show you how much you fall apart on his cock as he tells you that no matter what you will always be his little whore just to have a little bit of power over you.

Volo would either playfully touch you and get intimate while putting soft kisses against your neck, or sink his teeth in your flesh, degrading you while he pounds you again the nearest surface. Really it depends how he's feeling that day... it's not like he can really hide his more unflattering side of himself from you anymore.

Volo is very vocal during sex. Some times he (or you) will cover his mouth to quell his grunting, moaning and growling. He's a talker too He will not shut the fuck up about either how cute you are underneath him/ how good you feel, how well you take him, that you're a greedy little slut you are for his cock, or murmuring how he doesn't want to break his toy too early.

Volo is a mostly dom leaning switch it's very hard to get him underneath you, begging for you to have mercy. And his pride will not let him submit without getting you back later. Sure you might have got him to whimper and beg for your touch, the whiny brat will get his revenge.

Omg, he loves marking you bite marks hickeys scratch marks everything. This bastard would purposely put marks on visible parts of your body just to watch you scramble to hide them later.

Volo loves to be as close to you as possible his head would be resting against your neck taking in your scent his arms possessively around you as he grinds his cock as deep as he can.

Volo is very perceptive when it comes to things/people he likes. When he find something that makes you cum faster/harder. He will immediately pick up on it, give you a cocky smirk and say "Oh? You're really losing it just for me doing this one simple thing? Interest..."

How to make Volo lose it during sex: pull his hair. Fucking yank that ponytail, you'll hear him moan loudly, and the next thing you know his hand will be around your neck as he drags you to the ground asking you "If this is a game you want to play right now?"

He gets ROCK hard to the idea of you worshiping him like a god. God the idea of you with a collar around your neck obediently sucking him off.

Volo is OBSESSED about making you cum as many times as he's satisfied with. he could just be [ fisting your length/knuckles deep inside of you] overstimulating you until you cry out to him that what he's doing is too much and he would just chuckle and say " Oh come on do one more for me. Can't you just cum one more time?" And when you finally reach past that edge You close Your eyes thinking it's over until you see him disheveled looking down at you smiling with hungry eyes touching himself "Sorry dear... I kind of lied, I need to be inside of you...now."

#Volo might have red flags but red is my favorite color #pokemon volo smut #pokemon volo #pokemon legends arceus #volo x reader

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Soft dom harry makes subby reader upset subspace?

MEANIE ANGRY H :D BUCKLE UP FELLAS

Y/N's day is been shitty so far. It started with an ache in her lower abdomen from Harry’s morning stiffy bulging against her asscheeks fattening everytime he snuggled into her to hoard her warmth and blankies and to stuff his face in her neck with incoherent blabbering.

She wanted to wake him up with her hand, mouth, hole— anything around his cock and to please him and dull the burny feeling in her tummy -- but -- she had an important workshop at UNI that was must needed to be attended.

The time she managed to knock herself out of her needy and lusty headspace, she was getting late and whirling around the room and closest like a thunderstorm -- burying a snoring Harry under the heaps of clothes and littering the floor with her shoes collection, the kitchen got treated much more worst with maids being not around (she’s used to Harry waking up earlier than her and making her a full course brekkie) after making a laughable ruckus of cabinets all she stuffed her mouth with was a chocolate protein bar.

The stars were still not in her favour. She was grabbing onto her hair until far when she missed the bus (she usually don’t take buses, Harry makes sure the driver drop her off safe and secure) and it started raining leaving Y/N with nothing but a bare head to take all of it as she already left the bus shelter to stop a taxi.

If all of that wasn’t much of a tragedy and humiliating, Y/N slipped the moment she stepped out of the vehicle and on the slippery curbs of the building, she saw her life flashing right infront of her eyes as the papers tucked in her armpit fled everywhere and landed on the rainy mud sadistically along her. It gave her a serious hit in her ankle and completely yanked her hip, still being a stubborn-head she picked herself and went inside despite how many glares the cleaning staff threw her way for bringing the dirt with her feed all over the shiny floors.

She felt bad.

Stupidly bad.

Her workshop teachers were kind enough to accept her late arrival, but her designs for fall got rejected and they’d have been a huge milestone for her to get her dream internship.

Y/N felt awfully, teeny, pathetic and little while slumping into the corner of the bus and holding her breath to refrain from crying these little liquidy bitches out of her eyes.

Reaching back home she was met with pure chaos, bumping into petrified and agitated employs from Harry’s company scurrying out of their main foyer and she could persist but to ask what happened only to be informed in stammers that the staff messed up big and caused a loss of million dollars— making Harry terribly mad and fire people left and right.

It wasn’t a joke at all.

Because once, she steps inside, bag falling from her shoulder as she sighs in exhaustion feeling her muscles stiffening everywhere but one particular spot's hurting wrenchingly— her foggy mind couldn’t figure it out yet. She peeks into Harry’s home office to be met by a very annoyed, aggrieved, furious Harry pacing in his office all whilst with a phone against his ear shouting at someone who was destined to be humiliated today just like her and she pouts gingerly seeing his features skewered tightly into displeasure, the vein that curves along his temple prominent with blood pumping erratically in his body.

His head snaps up at the door’s creak and albeit his eyes softens a little, the kink of brows and the scowl on his lips is still there and he watches her paddle towards him carefully knowing anything at the moment would burst his chimneys out and she wants to be good for her daddy.

“Hi.” She speaks timidly, pout getting more rusty when the greetings not returned and instead he keeps all of his attention on the phone keeping a loose arm around her.

She grumbles, when he gestures down at her to give him a sec and untangles himself from her walking away and huffing and puffing into the phone.

How could he!

She feels so denied and rejected and kicked like it’s done to those affection starved lil puppies.

Her clingy tendencies flying high drunk and wooly. The needy beastie inside her wanting nothing more than take a bath where Harry could cream her back in her favourite berry bubbles, massaging her head and whisper sweet nothings into her ear, then lots and lots of cuddles, maybe he'll be generous enough and let her keep him snug inside her while they watch movie because she had such an awful day.

But, No! He's trying to escape free from her because she’s such a burden for him now.

Her eyes turns glassy, her shoulders slumping sadly and out of nowhere she’s feeling cold and barren as Harry’s voice becomes a wafting fume for her— an indication she has gone under too much.

“Daddy . . .” She stomps behind him, circling his footsteps like a whiny puppy and grapples at his dress shirt gasping sullenly when he swats her dainty hands away and glares down at her in dominance, his tone harsh as he blocks the receiver with his palm and mouths at her with a huff, “Stop being needy fo’ once. I’ve clearly some important issues to care for, Y/N.” Poor Y/N's deathly grip on his shirt loosens sorrowfully and her chin wobbles as she nodded still wanting to be good for him and if it wasn’t enough to give her the biggest heartbreak of the year— he even rolled his eyes at her too grumping under his breath about something how he turned her into a spoiled brat himself.

“Okie. . .” Her voice strangled and small. She shrinks into herself but wasn’t paid any heed from Harry and without another word she leaves him as to be it.

Having a huge breakdown in her room didn’t help at all. A painful headache hitting her like a train as she clumsily strips down, wearing one of his t-shirt heavily drenched in his scent he keeps for her under her pillow anytime she needs it and hides under the blankets with tears still running down her swollen cheeks— slipping into a light slumber from all of weariness and crying.

Once the smoke cleared from Harry’s mind and his capabilities of rational thinking coming back to him, he was reminded of how he denied his baby of his littlest of affection and tenderness when she clearly looked so glum and sad and upset.

He wanted to whip himself in head.

He’s such a twat that he let work come between them.

He curses himself. Making a sprint to his bedroom, knowing he’d find her none other than there and he was right puffing out a disheartened sigh when his eyes falls over his princess buried under all of these layers of blankets, he crawls up towards her carefully not to startle her awake.

Grunting at himself when he finds she’s been crying, he strokes a thumb up her blushy cheeks and her wet lashes, kissing her puffy eyelids and her little sad unhappy pout away.

He frowns. Feeling her feverish and flushed under his hand, “Hey puppy . . .” He thumbs down her throat getting a little fretful when she doesn’t stirs, however she’s such a squirmy little one and he moves the blankets away to let her body cool itself smiling proudly at his shirt swallowing her whole is when she snuggled herself more into her stuffie letting the shirt ride up her thighs and hips exposing a ghastly bruise of red and purples and he frowns not remembering it being there before.

Now. He feels shittier. Wanting to jump of the cliff for being a shitty sadist boyfriend to his only beloved.

“No!” Y/N whimpers loudly, squirming away from his touch as he examines her gently and it sent shockwaves to each of her tissues and lions causing her an undeniable pain.

“Puppy, shh, shh. ‘s just me, making sure if y'okay.” He scrambles closer to her towering her to cradle her face and kiss the tip of her nose—- his face falls drastically and his heart cracks miserly when Y/N pushes him away with a sorrowful mumble not even letting him wipe the drool away from the corner of her mouth as he usually does.

“’M okay . . .” She tries to knuckle the sleepiness away with shivery hands, “No you’re not —...” He’s cut off by her angry pout and her silly efforts to keep as much distance between them as possible, “I don’t need, Daddy . . ‘m big and I could take care of me self.” At her puny waver realization dawns upon Harry and his brows shoots up to his hairline feeling nauseous and terrible for not taking care of his babylove earlier.

He’d have never let her be away from him if he knew she was in her subspace.

“Y/N baby . . . I didn’t mean it, darling —--...” With gentleness he tries to approach her but she wraps her arms around her petite figure in a protective manner, haziness taking best of her and Harry’s chest suffocates into itself, being a dom it’s your responsibility to make your subby feel protected, loved and happy and he even failed at that.

He quickly cups both of her hot cheeks in his nippy palms when she hiccups sadly, a sob threatening to slip out, “Yes you did! You meant it. Said you spoiled me, I don’t want your money, promise! I just want you and y'shooed me away saying Y/N’s too needy . . .” Harry flinches at her words. He never even spared a thought to this negativity that she chooses to be with him for his money because he knows out of all the people she’s the only one who loves him out of the boundaries of status and money.

He realises how stabbing they'd have been to her when she was so sensitive and floaty wanting nothing more, just him.

How deep she has gone if she’s taking her own name in third person.

“’M sorry baby. So sorry. Swear on myself, didn’t mean to hurt my baby, knows tha’ work shouldn’t be an excuse t’ make y'feel unloved—- but those bastards got a tick outta me.” He rambles on frantically. Afraid she’ll think he’s lying and would finally make up her mind to leave him.

“You didn’t?” She asks with so much innocence Harry nearly cries out, “’Course I didn’t! How could I? You could never be needy, Bab. I love you so much and you’re my whole word, forgive me please?”

“You’re forgiven,” She let a small smile flutter up her features, a tinge of gleam in her previous dull eyes brightening the whole room and Harry immediately bunches her up in his lap.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks her, not sure if she still needs space from him and would rather be better without him but she bobs her head shyly and he chuckles softly before touching their lips together into a tender loving kiss and brushes their noses up and down murmuring sweetly coy to her.

“Now, could y'tell daddy how y'got this bruise baby? How did ya get hurt?” He coos, brushing her sweaty hair back and rubs her sweet gland behind her ear delicately, “Oh yeah . . . this, was raining and slipped.” She murmurs, hissing a gasp jolting away when Harry glides his fingers gently down her hip bone and fresh tears springs in her eyes as she buries herself in his chest, “Daddy hurts. . .” . “Oh babypie. Daddy’s g'na take care of his love.” He lays her down gently kissing her forehead when she whines for him to keep on holding her, “’M right here darling. G'na prep us a bath, make my baby alright.” Saying this he quickly disappears inside the washroom and next their room’s sursuring with marble tub filling with warm water, Harry throws in her favourite pink coloured bath bombs and rose essences and throws their towels in the warmer coming back with her as he left her to be, he has decided he’s gonna love on her whole night, “My baby’s the best, ain’t she? She’s my bestest girl.” He coos down at her sweetly and slides his forearms under her knees and back picking her up carefully and brings her to his chest securely.

She closes her eyes, biting down a whimper when Harry dips them in the water some it sloshing down the edges of bathtub and it envelopes them and gives a stingy feeling to her bruise before soothing it down.

He rubs her arms, and circles smoothing patterns on her tummy and kisses her a gallons as she melts in his embrace and he let’s her sink into him more, nibbling and sponging wet ticklish kisses on her neck making her purr and become a puddle of softness in his hold while she takes her time to mumble all the bad events that happened to her and he felt so guilty of not asking her how she’s and how her day went when she came to him, in need of some of his lovin.

“I love you so much, bab.” He suckles her earlobe, toying and plucking her bottom plush lip, “Was prick to me love —.. you deserve all my lovin,” He noses at her jaw, not forgetting it to mark it with his pecks and sloppy bites.

“’S okay daddy, y'had a bad day too.” He’s grateful to have her in his life. She cares about him, maybe more than he does for her and he feels himself lucky for it.

“You want me to help you relax?”

“Can I have you?” Her tone bashfully desperate and coy, Harry meanders their fingers together and kisses her knuckles softly.

Considering her wound still being sore and pulp, having sex would be painful for her and she might not grasp it in her hazy mind but Harry doesn’t want to hurt at all.

He plants a little noisy smooch to her shoulder when she nods, she mews and purrs when Harry glides his palm all the way down her body and cups her pussy digging his palm into her mound and coats his digits with her arousal dipping the pads of his fingers into her entrance, “All this wet f'me?” Palming her tits while whispering sweet nothings into her ear when she gasps and closes up on Harry scratching nails into his bended knees.

“Shh, shh puppy, jus' relax hmm? Feel yourself.” With sputtery inhales she does as he says, soon two of his fingers slips inside her and he strokes her pussy and pulls them out making her all whiny and pushes them back with a squelching noise, fucking her with it smiling and stopping when her thighs parts falls again his’s completely.

“Daddy!” She writhes and whines, trembly hands trying to bring Harry fingers back to her pulsating wetness, “You’re the cutest.” He smiles against her lips giving her cheeks several squishes and pats her head loving to see his adorable princess all flustery for him.

On her demands. He slicks his fingers back inside her and caresses the insides of her thighs while she pants and sinks onto his knuckles blabbering out daddydaddydaddy weepily.

“Cum fo’ me, puppy. Feels good? Yeah? My baby feels nice?” He rasps in her mouth, curving and petting the soft spot inside her pussy and sucks onto her upper lip when she moans and mewls loudly gushing all over his finger and he keeps on fucking her till she’s all sleepy and balmy against his chest.

Harry coaxes her tenderly, smoothing his hands all over her twitchy spots and patches sloppy kisses all over her face that makes her all giggly and shy—- the amount of endorphins spiking high in her system.

“Love you so much, daddy.” She mushes puckering her lips into his throat.

“Love you too, pup.”

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jackoshadows · 3 years

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It really pisses me off when I see justifications for Catelyn’s treatment of Jon Snow. Like just straight up abuse apologia.

Cat was not Jon’s mother, so it was not abuse.

Cat did not kill Jon like Cersei killed Robert’s bastards and so it was not abuse.

She did not have him beaten so not abuse

Jon was fed and clothed, so it was not abuse

Jon did not fear for his life like Theon, so it’s not abuse

Cat was not obligated to treat a little child with kindness and basic decency, so it’s not abuse.

Jon does not show any visible signs of trauma, so it’s not abuse

Making a child feel like he is should not eat their food, making him feel isolated and unwanted, never calling him by name, treating him different to his siblings - all not abuse, just Jon being oversensitive.

There is a difference between understanding why Catelyn acted that way towards Jon and justifying her actions towards him.

Was Catelyn a victim of Ned’s actions? Yes. Was Ned wrong in how he treated Catelyn? Yes. Does she have reasons to think her children’s right to Winterfell would be endangered by Jon Snow’s presence? Yes. Did Catelyn have reasons to be angry, frustrated, helpless and bitter about Jon? Yes. Was it an insult to Catelyn and house Tully that Ned brought up Jon at WF? Yes. Was it easier for Catelyn to take out her frustrations on Jon rather than Ned? Yes.

Is it okay and right for Catelyn to then take out those frustrations on a child? NO.

I can understand why she treated him that way. Catelyn is flawed and human. She was married to Ned Stark. She can’t divorce him, she can’t fight with him. To have love and stability in her marriage she has to go along with Ned’s decision and bring no animosity to the table.

So what does she do? She takes out her anger about that entire situation on a child. She transfers all that anger and negativity to Jon as a way to deal with this situation. Ned brings up Jon at Winterfell? It’s Jon’s fault. Jon looks like Ned? It’s Jon’s fault.

Was Catelyn particularly cruel to Jon? No. No one expects Catelyn to be a mother to Jon. But Jon was a child. An innocent baby. Of the three of them - Ned, Catelyn, Jon - he was the least responsible and had the least power to do anything.

Imagine, as a child, one sees the rest of one’s siblings get love and affection and at the same time be ostracized and not even called by one’s name. Imagine being a child and looked at with hate and anger. Being begrudged one’s food.

He reached the landing and stood for a long moment, afraid. Ghost nuzzled at his hand. He took courage from that. He straightened, and entered the room.

He stood in the door for a moment, afraid to speak, afraid to come closer.

Part of him wanted only to flee, but he knew that if he did he might never see Bran again. He took a nervous step into the room. “Please,” he said.

Something cold moved in her eyes. “I told you to leave,” she said. “We don’t want you here.” Once that would have sent him running. Once that might even have made him cry.

He was at the door when she called out to him. “Jon,” she said. He should have kept going, but she had never called him by his name before. He turned to find her looking at his face, as if she were seeing it for the first time. “Yes?” he said. “It should have been you,” she told him.

“You Starks are hard to kill,” Jon agreed. His voice was flat and tired. The visit had taken al the strength from him. Robb knew something was wrong. “My mother... “ “She was... very kind,” Jon told him. Robb looked relieved.

Jon wondered how Lady Catelyn’s sister would feel about feeding Ned Stark’s bastard. As a boy, he often felt as if the lady grudged him every bite.

It was Lady Catelyn’s. With her deep blue eyes and hard cold mouth, she looked a bit like Stannis. Iron, he thought, but brittle. She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything. Who are you? that look had always seemed to say. This is not your place. Why are you here?

Imagine reading the above and thinking that Jon is being whiny and oversensitive because of his reaction to emotional abuse. That he should just ‘man up’ and not be bothered, to discount and undermine his narrative and experience because the smallfolk have it worse. Why then consider the experiences of any of the main characters in this series? They ALL have it better than the smallfolk.

What does it matter if Jon never feared for his life unlike Theon? Is that the line at which we define what abuse is? That a child must fear for his life for it to be abuse? What does it matter if Catelyn was not like Cersei and did not murder him? Is that where we draw the line? To have it really bad as a bastard, one must be murdered?

And it’s not like Jon does not blame Ned for his situation or that Ned is entirely exonerated in his eyes. His bastardy and Ned’s actions are what complicates his relationship with Ygritte.

Benjen Stark stood up. “More’s the pity.” He put a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “Come back to me after you’ve fathered a few bastards of your own, and we’ll see how you feel.” Jon trembled. “I will never father a bastard,” he said carefully. “Never!” He spat it out like venom.

And again, I have noticed that it’s only Jon’s pain at being a bastard that’s undermined again and again because he had it better than others.

Sansa had it better than Jeyne Poole because Sansa was a Stark and Jeyne was just a steward’s daughter. Jeyne was send to LF’s brothel, send to Ramsay Bolton, raped and tortured. Does it mean that the abuse Sansa suffered in KL does not count? But it’s these same folks, who play the oppression olympics of how Sansa suffered the most of all the characters and hence deserves a fairy tale ending, writing essays about how Catelyn was totally justified in her treatment of Jon and it was really Cat who is the victim in that situation because she was ‘rightfully putting her children’s inheritance above the feelings of her husband’s bastard child’.

It’s easy to understand that Catelyn is a flawed and human character, who was as trapped in this situation as Ned and Jon, who had limited options on how to respond and at the same time acknowledge that she was wrong to ostracize, isolate and treat with cruel anger a little child, who was not responsible for the situation they found themselves in.

#Catelyn Stark #Jon Snow #Ned Stark #Fandom nonsense #I observe that it's always the Sansa stans who downplay the experiences and abuse of other character #It's all no big deal #Only Sansa suffered in the entire series #But this idea that Catelyn did no wrong is also pervasive in the wider fandom #For some reason when it comes to Catelyn there is a kneejerk reaction to defend justify and excuse abuse #Emotional abuse is still abuse #Especially when a little child is subjected to it #asoiaf

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