mushgloomz

[mushgloomz]

PEDRO PASCAL as MAYOR TED GARCIA EDDINGTON 2025 | dir. Ari Aster

[mushgloomz]

PPCU SMUT CHALLENGE SUBMISSION LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

this is,, everything to me. like you guys don’t understand, javi g is the light of my life and i know that man has a raging daddy kink okay

thots and feelings below:

nobody touch me bc the actual butterflies i have reading this sentence??? please lord give me one chance

oh my GODDDDDDD🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦

I KNOW THAT’S RIGHT - what is it about a guy telling you how tight you are that just hits different?????

this was such a bloody treat to read - will 100000% be having dreams of daddy tonight 😩 tysm for participating 💓

Daddy's Office

Pairing: Boss Daddy Javi Gutierrez x f/reader

Summary: f/reader and her boss Daddy Javi were working late in the office. No work was down, but they did get their fun out of it. Smut

Warnings: MDNI / DADDY KINK, office sex, soft-dom, oral play, (unprotected piv), cum, (pet name, Baby). /// Please if I missed why warnings tags let me know!

WC: 1477

This was written for the PPCU Smut Challenge. My prompt was Javi Gutierrez x f/reader office worker.

Thank you, @mushgloomz for letting me be a part of this challenge. I hope you like it

Javi Gutierrez was her boss. When she started to work for him she didn't notice that he was watching her every now and then from his office or the break room but she only started to take notice because of the way he treated her compared to other co-working women, it made her feel like she was special because he'd only let the others call him by him name. He wanted her to call him DADDY, just that plain simple word when other weren't around. She made a once and he spank her, he did that out of punishment not knowing that she actually loved it.

What started out as simple flirtations turned into something a girl like her could only dream of. He's tall, not necessarily dark, and average on the hot radar. Someone she would never assume would become to her as he has. She doesn't know too much about him, but that's the good thing about our relationship. It's not meant to be personal. At least, not on that level.

"Evening, Daddy."

"Hi, baby." It was a greeting Javi used often. She had learned the hard way that she'd had 10 minutes to get her ass to his office once he disappeared beyond the wooden panel or she wouldn't get what he wanted out of the deal.

She hated the black pumps she was wearing. It made it so hard to walk, but my Daddy liked them, so they stayed. She hated them almost as much as she hated the skin tight, royal blue, scoop neck dress that was so short my ass almost hung out. But her Daddy liked it, so it stayed. In fact, it was his favourite.

Careful not to knock myself out of whack, I walked to the large door my Daddy had disappeared behind and knocked lightly. Rule #2, you always knocked.

"Enter." He'd said in a low, hot voice

"May I, Daddy?" She says just in case it is a mistake

"Of course, come on through, baby." She slid into the room to see him lounging on the leather couch in front of the faux fireplace. His office had always amazed her. Half the room had walls made of glass, allowing you to see the entire city lit up 13 stories below. The other half held every toy a man could dream of. Including the secret closet filled with couples' toys.

He had removed his blazer and draped it over the arm of the couch. His dress shirt was unbuttoned and untucked from his designer slacks. In his hand was a crystal glass filled with two fingers of whiskey.

"Have a drink, baby." Daddy didn't actually wish to offer her any beverages. That was her cue to lock the door and go right to him. Her daddy wasn't rough with her. He didn't demand or require anything of her. At any point, she could stop, walk out, or even turn the tides on him. Daddy actually liked it when she took control sometimes. But tonight, she needed him to be her Daddy.

Daddy Javi

God, my baby is beautiful. She was wearing the blue dress I had picked out for her, the one that brought out those amazingly bright blue eyes of hers. And the heels... She had told me she liked them, but I know they killed her feet. Yet here she stood, tall and proud and waiting for my command. I could see it in her face, a face that was framed with gorgeous black hair that spilt over her right shoulder and down her back like waves. And across her right breast. My eyes lingered there, the temperature in the room seeming to rise. I leaned up and brushed her hair back lightly, careful not to scare her. My baby did scare easily, which is why she needed to call me Daddy. And, honestly, it was just plain hot to hear it roll off of her talented tongue. She inhaled sharply at the contact but made no move to stop me. I cupped her in my palm, massaging her. The nipple beneath the fabric protruded, and I had to smile.

"Do you know what I want to do to those nipples of your's, baby?"

"N-no, Daddy." Her face was flushed and her mouth had parted. See, the chase was my baby's favorite part. Well, that and the end result.

"I want to suck and lick these nipples, baby." I pulled her closer so that she stood between my legs and slipped the shoulder of the dress down, not quite enough to show what I was after. Goosebumps blossomed all over her skin, so much so that I could see them, even in the dim lighting. I ran my hands around her hips and grabbed her ass, lifting her up off of the floor and into my lap. Her dress hiked up at the hem, and I could see the little red panties I'd bought for her. I kissed her, her tongue matching me tease for tease as I placed my hand on that red silk and began to massage. She moaned into my mouth and wrapped her arm around my neck. "Or maybe I'd rather lick and suck on my baby's pussy."

"Uhmmm God, Daddy..." she breathed, her hips working gently against my hand. That's all I needed. I lifted her up and laid her back on the couch, our lips still battling it out, my hand dipping under the silk and rubbing her wet pussy.

"My, baby. You're so wet. Is that what Daddy does to you?"

"Oh yes, you always make me wet, Daddy." Grinning, I pushed the dress up further so she could spread her legs for me. Like a good girl, she wrapped those long legs around my shoulders as I dipped down and gave one long lick to her wet pussy. She gasped and raised her hips up to me, her hands gripping the cushion beneath her.

"Someone's horny tonight. Did you touch yourself this morning, like I told you to?" She nodded furiously and I took the opportunity to swirl my tongue around her clit. She arched up into me as I licked, the ball of my tongue ring catching on the hood of her. I loved it when she moaned for me and she loved it when I ate her out. "I'm gonna get my pussy nice and wet for my cock."

"Fuck, Daddy Javi..." Slipping two fingers into her, I worked her pussy slow and I could feel her begin to tighten around them.

"Am I gonna make my baby cum?"

"Yes!" She grabbed my head and worked herself against my mouth and fingers.

"So close, baby. I can feel you starting. You gonna cum in my mouth?"

"Daddy!" She clenched and screamed as I worked my fingers in and out of her, riding her orgasm until she was gasping for air.

I sat back, pulling her with me as I went. She straddled my hips and kissed me deeply as I peeled the top half of her dress down, exposing her perfect tits. I palmed them both and she worked against me, making my already hard cock even harder. Taking her right nipple between my fingers, I rolled and pinched, making it hard again. She breathed hard, her hands on my shoulders, gripping the fabric there.

"Ready again, so soon?"

"God, yes, Daddy. I want to feel that big cock of yours inside me." My baby only asked once. She undid my belt and unzipped my pants, freeing my rock hard cock. Wrapping her hand around it, she worked it up and down and leaned in to whisper "I want Daddy's cock to feel how wet my pussy is."

"What Baby wants, Baby gets." I grabbed her hips and positioned myself so I could enter her slowly. Inch by inch. I groaned at the tightness of her around my cock, her pussy like a pair of vice grips around me.

"Tight, baby." She buried her face in my neck and licked and bit at the skin there, sending chills down my spine. My hands on her, I began to grind her against me. She was tightening again.

"Daddy! I'm gonna cum." she gasped into my ear and a moan left my lips.

"Cum for me, baby." My turn to gasp, she clenched around me and I began to shoot into her, the orgasm unstoppable. She rocked against my hips and I filled her up, her pussy milking every drop out of me. "God, baby."

"Oh my god, that was amazing, Daddy." She slumped against me, sweat beading on her skin.

"You like that, baby?" I asked, pulling my cock out of her and bringing her legs up so she could curl up in my lap.

"Always, Daddy." Followed with a deep kiss to end the night.

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[mushgloomz]

ANOTHER PPCU SMUT CHALLENGE SUBMISSION PEOPLE THIS IS NOT A DRILL 🚨

my GOD this was delicious, i’ve never needed this tin can man more honestly

thots and feelings below the cut

‘mine’ ?? MINE??? yeah u right c’mere big boy <3

hnnnnng in his modulator voice fuck OFFFFFF i need him

I’m so glad u had reader fucking transfixed on his cock in this scene bc that’s so REAL - i wanna get rope burn on my wrists from how tight he ties them GIMME

next time he’s spilling down my throat idc I DONT CAREEEEEE

sorry but stabilising himself with the headboard is spinning me out - hot as FUCK

all in all, i am clearly feeling very normal about space daddy rn <33

thank you SO much for taking part, and to anyone else participating the deadline is 10 days from now!! (happy to extend for people if need be!)

at your pleasure (one-shot)

summary: din didn't need a partner, but he can't deny the fact that having you around has helped him complete his missions much faster. after din messes up a mission (which rarely happens), the truth finally comes out.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x fem!reader content warnings: EXPLICIT CONTENT (18+ ONLY MDNI), unprotected p in v, din keeps the helmet on (obviously), fingering, oral (m! receiving), edging, bondage (din ties reader up), light choking, creampie (oops! maybe? be safe y'all), no use of y/n. word count: 4.1k a/n: please bear with me! this is my first time writing for din ever so i really hope that i captured his characterization to the best of my ability. this is also part of @mushgloomz ppcu smut writing challenge! i got din djarin, trope: colleagues, with edging and bondage. please heed the warnings, it's gonna be a filthy one <3

“You almost died,” you tell him, bringing him back to the Razor Crest with one of his arms draped around your shoulders. He’s leaning against you and he turns his head to look at you—have you always been this attractive? 

“But I didn’t,” he answers. 

“Yeah, because I was there to save your ass.” You shake your head and gently set him down on the edge of your mattress. “Let me just get your bacta spray and you’ll be good as new.�� 

“Don’t need you to take care of me.” 

“Well, your actions say otherwise. Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.”

Din just huffs and grunts in response. From underneath the helmet, he lets his eyes deviate to your ass when you walk away. He wouldn’t admit it but you had distracted him. The mission started out like any other mission—he would hide in the shadows while you did the talking. Your beauty always seemed to get most of their attention so rarely did it ever turn violent. He also knew that you could handle your own—he’s seen it plenty of times. 

But tonight… Tonight was different. He didn’t know when he had started to look at you differently, but when he saw the man get a little too close and touchy for his liking, he ended up ruining the entire plan. 

And the man ended up getting away. 

It was just a mess, and it was his fault. 

By the time you come back, his hands are resting on the was edge of your mattress. His shoulder is in pain, blood soaking through the fabric—it would be his fucking luck that he’d get stabbed just right next to his armor. 

“You know the drill,” you say, motioning towards his armor. “I’ll turn around but you need to let me do this.” 

“I can do it myself.” 

“We lost the bounty because of you, Din!” 

Din. He tightens his jaw—he should be angry at you that you’re using his name, but instead he’s angry with himself. Mainly because his body is reacting to the way his name leaves your lips. 

“We’ll get him.” 

You sigh quietly and turn around. “What got into you tonight anyway?” 

“Nothing.” He answers, standing up to remove his armor until he’s clad in just his undergarments. He places the helmet back over his face and clears his throat. “You can turn back around.” 

You nod to yourself and turn around—your eyes linger on his frame. He’s always been so broad with the armor on, but even clad in just his pants and tank top, he’s so much more muscular, so big, so—

“Don’t have all night,” he interrupts. 

You roll your eyes and walk up to him, standing between his legs when he sits back down on the edge of your bed. He keeps his hands resting on his lap as your fingers delicately—gently—touch his skin. 

“This might sting,” you warn him. 

“Used to it.” 

“Seriously, Din…” you sigh. “What happened tonight? We’ve done this so many times.” 

“Nothing,” he repeats. “Now, can you get on it with it?” 

You tighten your jaw and without warning, release the spray onto his skin. His large hand comes up to grip your hip instantly. 

“Fuck,” he growls.

“You said you were used to it.” 

Din looks up at you from his helmet, tilting his head slightly as his jaw tightens. His hand on your hip remains and you clear your throat as you stare down at him. 

“Was it because he was getting too close to me?” You ask quietly. 

“No,” he answers quickly. 

“Din…” 

“You’re a distraction,” he interrupts. 

“What?”

“You heard me.” 

“How am I a distraction? We’ve handled so many other bounties without any issue before!” You exclaim, glancing down at his hand which only seems to tighten even further around your hip. 

“Didn’t want a partner. Didn’t need one,” he says, ignoring your question. 

“Yeah, we established that already.” You roll your eyes. “But we both know that you’re making twice as much as you are now because you have me.” 

“You’re just getting too friendly and—”

“Just stop, Din.” You shake your head, taking a step back from him as his hand drops from your hip. You find that you miss his touch—you always had felt something for him but he had always seemed so out of reach. 

He stands from your bed and looks down at you. “You need to know when to stop.” 

“Stop?” You ask, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“He was getting too close to you,” Din admits. 

“It’s always part of the plan, Din,” you sigh. “And if he crossed a line, you know I would’ve handled him.” 

“Didn’t like him touching what’s mine,” he whispers. He gazes at you from behind the helmet, hands itching to reach out to you. 

You clear your throat. You can feel your cheeks heating up and even if you’ve never seen what he’s looked like, you can’t help but still feel so attracted to him. Your body reacts to his words—wetness beginning to pool between your legs, throbbing and yearning for him. 

“W–What?” You don’t move, watching him near closer and closer to you. “Yours?”

“Yes,” he mumbles. Din reaches up, gently brushes his gloved-clad hand across your cheek. He sees your lips part and there’s a part of him that wishes he can feel your lips on his, can have you gaze into his eyes. 

But he can’t. 

He cannot show his face. 

“Din…” you whisper. Your heart races faster and you feel his thumb brush against your lower lip. 

“He was touching you,” Din grunts lowly. “And you let him.” 

“It was part of the plan,” you repeat. “It’s always part of the plan.” 

“Not like this. You seemed to like it.” 

Then, he drops his hand from your cheek and grips your hips, turning you around as he firmly presses himself behind you. He leans forward—the coolness of his helmet a relieving sensation along the side of your neck. Your body’s on fire and you can feel his hardening length pressing into you from behind. 

“Din,” you whimper, pushing back against him. You can hear his muffled grunt from behind the helmet. “I was just playing my part… like I always do.” 

Din clears his throat and reaches around you, hand coming up to wrap around your throat. He doesn’t apply pressure, but he can hear you inhale sharply. You’re still squirming against him, the roll of your hips and your ass firmly pressed against his front causing his other hand to grip your hip tightly. 

“You like the attention, don’t you?” He whispers. 

“Only from you,” you finally admit. “I just wanted your attention. Only yours. Always yours.” 

Din bites back a smile and his hand moves from your throat down to your chest, brushing against your breasts as he skates his hand down between your legs. “You are a distraction,” he repeats. “It’s becoming harder with you around.” 

“What is?” You tease, moving a hand behind you—palm brushing against his hard and impressive length. “This?” 

“Don’t be smart,” he growls. “You’re the only one I ever pay attention to,” Din admits. “It’s dangerous. You are dangerous.” Suddenly, he turns you around to face him and your hand still continues its movement—he’s glad that you can’t see his face because his eyes flutter at the sensation of your hand palming him. 

“And you’re not?” You ask, increasingly gaining more and more confidence. You pull your hand away and gently push him back until he falls back onto your bed. He looks up in your direction, head tilting as you watch his hand move down to squeeze himself—you can visibly see the outline of his length and it causes a pulsating throb between your legs. 

“I’m not,” he huffs. 

“You are.” You answer, watching him kick off his boots before he moves further up on your bed until he’s sitting up and resting against the headboard. You wish you could see his face, his eyes because you begin to pull the ends of your tank top over your head, revealing that you were completely bare underneath. 

“See, dangerous,” he points out, nodding in your direction. Din clears his throat as he watches you push your pants down your legs. Once you stand completely bare and naked for him, he slowly begins to push his own pants down his legs. 

“Not my fault you can’t focus,” you quip back, slowly climbing onto the bed. 

“I can focus just fine,” he grunts. Din sits back against your headboard—now clad in boxers and fitted tank-top as his large hand squeezes his hardening length. 

“Yeah?” You ask teasingly, slowly crawling over to him. You can’t see his face, but you can see the rise in his chest, the grip he has around himself as he squeezes once again. 

“Yes,” he whispers quietly. He lets out a low groan when he feels you straddle his waist. Din can feel the wetness between your legs when you firmly sit on his lap, right on top of his growing erection. He lowers his gaze to your breasts, bringing his large hands to your hips. He slowly feels your hips roll against him and he whimpers, the grip around your hips tightening. 

“Liar,” you whisper, lowering your head to gently move your lips across his shoulder and to his collarbone. When your teeth grazes his soft skin, you feel him flip you over onto your back as he hovers above you. You stare up at him, watching his head tilt and you hesitantly reach up to rest a hand on the side of his helmet. His hand darts out to grip your wrist and your eyes immediately soften—hoping that he can see that he will always be safe with you.

Then, you catch him off guard when you press your lips on his helmet. He feels his breath catch in his throat as he loosens the grip around your wrist. “Din,” you whisper. 

“Hm?” 

“Do you know how much I have thought of this? Of you?” You move your hand and grab his own, bringing it down between your legs. He hesitates—almost like he’s unsure that you really want this but when he feels your slickened folds, something overtakes him. 

His eyes stay directly on you—watching your mouth slightly part when he slowly begins to circle your clit. Then, he hears you let out a quiet moan and it fuels him even further. “Tell me,” he finally answers. 

Your hands move to grip your sheets—it has been such a long time since you’ve felt someone else’s touch. Your own fingers definitely don’t feel as good as Din’s. There’s a part of you that’s afraid to tell him—afraid that he might realize that there’s no coming back from this. 

And you certainly don’t want him to stop. 

Your eyes flutter when you feel him apply a bit of pressure to your clit and you’re about to reach out to rest your hands on his shoulders when you feel him grab your wrists and pin them above your head. Your moans filter your small room and it fuels him further—turning his hand slightly so that the tip of his middle finger slowly slides past your folds. 

“Tell me,” he repeats. 

“Din—baby,” you whimper, squirming against his grip as you roll your hips upwards—a sign that you need more.

Din grunts lowly and slides his finger past the knuckle. He can feel how tight and how wet you are and the grip around your wrists tighten even further. “Tell me,” he whispers. “Tell me how much you’ve thought about this, about me.” 

Your eyes fall shut and you nod in agreement, feeling him slowly begin to pump his finger in and out of your depths slowly. “T—The way you just walk into a room,” you begin, toes beginning to curl when you feel him slide another finger inside of you. “The way you walk—you know that you’re valuable and oh god—” 

“Keep going,” he demands. 

“And your voice, Din,” you continue. “I know I—I won’t ever get the chance to hear it for real, but fuck!” He quickens his movements—the sounds of his fingers thrusting into your wet heat mixing in with your moans. “I—I just want you to use me,” you admit. “I know there are nights you can’t sleep, days where you can use some release and I wish—I wish you could see that I’m more than willing—”

Din’s fingers immediately slide out of you and he looks down—your glistening arousal around his middle and ring finger. He pushes down his boxers, letting out a groan of relief and he looks up at you hesitantly. He should feel very shy and uncomfortable under your gaze, but instead he feels the complete opposite. He’s clad in only a white tank top and his helmet, but your eyes take in every inch of his frame. He knows that opening himself like this with another person is dangerous—he knows that you are dangerous—but he can’t help himself. 

“You want me to use you?” he asks.

You nod, biting your lower lip as you stare up at him. “I’m at your mercy, Din.” 

From behind the helmet, Din’s eyes soften. He releases his hold on your wrists and moves his hands to your hips, lifting you further up the bed until the top of your head is near the headboard. He then climbs off your bed, leaving your room without a word. You furrow a brow, sitting up your elbows as you sigh, staring at the opened door. You think you must have scared him away, but just as you’re about to follow him, he reappears with a rope in his hand and now only clad in his helmet. 

You clear your throat, heart racing faster in anticipation. You look at him from top to bottom—his tanned skin, chiseled with muscle, hair across his chest down towards his lower half where he’s completely erect and leaking at the tip. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, continuing the conversation before he had left your room.

“Yes,” you answer almost breathlessly. 

Din nods once and walks back in your direction. He climbs back onto the bed, straddling your midsection as he takes your hands and begins tying you to the headboard. “Not too tight?” he asks. 

You shake your head, licking your lips as you keep your eyes focused on his hardened manhood that’s inches away from your mouth. “No,” you answer. 

“Good.” 

You’re about to whine in protest, thinking that he’s going to settle back between your legs, but he surprises you by reaching down with one of his large hands to grasp himself in front of you. His knees are placed on the bed at either side of your chest as his free hand rests on the headboard above you. Slowly, he pushes himself forward until his tip—leaking with precome—rests on your lips. You can’t help but grin excitedly as you part your lips, tongue darting out to lap at his precome. You keep your eyes focused up on him—even though you can’t see his face, you can see the way his chest rises when he inhales sharply at the feel of your mouth now wrapping around his tip. 

Din forces to keep his eyes open, wanting to remember this moment for the rest of his life. You lift your head slightly off the bed to take more of him and he gets the hint, pushing his hips further as a few more inches slide into your warm mouth. He reaches back behind him, his fingers finding your clit almost instantly. As he begins to circle your throbbing bundle of nerves, the moan that leaves your lips sends vibrations through him. Involuntarily, he pushes even further, the tip of his manhood tickling the back of your throat and your choke around him out of instinct—he pulls away and tilts his head down at you. 

“Too much?” he asks quietly, chest heaving.

“Not enough,” you answer and then lean forward to wrap your lips around him again. 

Din groans and pushes his hips slightly forward into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around him and another moan escapes your lips when you feel him slide two of his thick fingers into your heat. This time, though, Din pushes even further into your mouth and he watches as your eyes fall shut. God, he could have come right there at the sight of you—mouth filled with his thick and girthy length. 

He can tell that you’re enjoying this as much as he is—the squelching wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you a clear indication that you’re becoming increasingly and increasingly wet with his manhood in your mouth. Din pulls out of your mouth again when he feels your walls begin to tremble around his fingers and your back arches upwards, but as soon as your orgasm arrives, he pulls his fingers out of you and a loud whine catches in the back of your throat.

“Din!” 

A quiet and amused chuckle leaves his lips. “You said I could use you,” he grins. “Didn’t say how.”

“P—Please,” you beg. “I was right there and—”

“Consider it payback,” he answers, slowly moving to settle himself between your legs. His length is glistening with your saliva and he grasps himself to line the head of his manhood at your opening. “For distracting me.”

Just as those words leave his lips, Din thrusts into you fully—burying himself into the hilt. You’re so tight and so wet—so warm and he can feel your walls throbbing around him. His large hands move to your breasts, slowly beginning to caress both into the pit of his palms as he pulls out to his tip only to thrust back into you roughly—it causes your breasts to bounce in his grip. 

“F—Fuck,” you moan out breathlessly. You’re already right near the edge and you wrap your legs around his hips in hopes to keep him sheathed inside of you. Even though his thick length is stretching you from the inside, the pressure and slight pain disappears instantly. 

He brushes his thumbs across your peaked nipples—it’s at this moment Din wishes that he could remove his helmet to wrap his lips around one of them. He squeezes and your back arches further into his touch. Din moves his hands down your sides to grip your hips as he continues to drive into you—it’s like he’s fucking you into your bed, chasing more of your tight and wet walls that slide along every vein across his length. 

He suddenly feels you clench around him and Din immediately ceases his movements, causing another whimper to escape your lips. You stare up at him, eyes glazed over in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. From behind the helmet, he smirks to himself as he reaches down to brush his thumb across your clit. You shudder in response and when you roll your hips upwards for more friction, he shakes his head and uses his free hand to hold your hips down. 

“Impatient,” he mumbles. “And eager, aren’t you?”

“S—Stop teasing,” you whine. “And just fuck me already.” 

Another amused chuckle leaves his lips. “I don’t think you’re the one in control here, are you?”

“Shouldn’t have told you the truth,” you mutter. 

“No?” Din asks, slowly rubbing your clit in circles with his thumb. Your eyes flutter and you pull your lower lip between your teeth. 

The tightness in the pit of your stomach builds even further and you can feel your walls clench around his manhood that remains inside of you. You’re so fucking close and your body begins to tremble—maybe if you listen, maybe if you just submit to him completely he’d finally let you come. 

But he wasn’t your boss. 

You both were equals. 

He was your colleague and you saved his ass tonight. 

“Fuck, Din!” you snap in frustration. “I—I need you to fuck me. Or is this all you got? Hm? Been a while for you that you don’t know how to—”

He growls loud enough for you to hear and he moves his hand back to your hip. He grips it tightly and without wasting another second, he begins to pound into you. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes throughout the room and into the rest of his ship—you can feel the bed creak with each of his movements and your breasts bounces with each push. 

Din slowly moves a hand up to wrap around your throat and you smirk, the corner of your lips lifting when he lightly applies pressure. He looks down between your bodies, watching his length disappear in and out of you—still so slick with your arousal. 

Your walls begin to clench around him and Din doesn’t let up. You feel almost breathless as your climax fast approaches. You shut your eyes tightly as your body begins to tremble—you’d never come as hard as this and Din’s thrusts don't falter and it almost becomes too much. Almost. 

“This is what you wanted, huh?” Din groans, the feeling of your clenched walls milking him closer and closer to his own release. “Is this what you think about when we’re debriefing on a mission, hm?” He pounds into you and you’re so wet that your arousal seeps through where you’re both connected and begins to dampen the hair at his base. It’s so obscene and he can’t help but want more. 

“Or when we’re planning our next one?” Din lets out a quiet moan and he glances up at your wrists, seeing you try to wiggle yourself free. He grins and leans down, removing his hand from your throat as he rests his forehead against your own. He can see the way your breaths fog up his helmet from the outside and your moans continue to filter throughout the room. He’s going to remember this—every inch of your body, every sound you’re making, and the way your body just gives way to him. 

It’s like you were made for him. 

“Din, baby,” you whimper, feeling another orgasm fast approaching. 

That was all it took. The way you said his name, the way you called him baby, it shoots straight to his lower half. His hips falter and become more erratic, but he feels your walls clench around him once more. He has no time to ask where you want it, but he assumes that you’d be fine with him finishing inside from the way your legs wrap around his hips and bring him even further into you. 

Din moves his hands to the headboard as he delivers one sharp thrust, his warmth shooting inside of you and painting your walls. His chest heaves rapidly as his own orgasm overtakes him—his length twitching inside of you as his entire body shivers at his own release. 

He looks down at you and he can’t help the smile that lines his lips when he sees you stare up at him with a look of bliss across your features. You’re both sweaty, bodies glistening and he slowly pulls out of you. He looks down between your legs and watches his come trickle out of you—it causes something animalistic inside of him because he grasps his length, gathers some of his spilled come and pushes back inside of you. 

You whimper, eyes widening slightly in surprise and he reaches up to undo the rope around your wrists. When your hands are finally free from its bondage, he lets out a quiet moan when he feels your touch on his chest—right near his beating heart. 

“Din,” you whisper. 

“Hm?”

“We’re definitely doing that again.” 

“Yeah?” he asks. 

“But this time, maybe I tie you up,” you grin. 

Din let outs a quiet chuckle. “We’ll see, baby.” 

Baby—you smile at that and you lean up to press your lips lightly on his helmet. “You know I won’t take this off, right?” 

Din nods. “I know.”

“And I trust you.”

“I know,” he repeats. “And I trust you,” he admits. “Which makes you dangerous.”

You roll your eyes playfully and slowly roll your hips. You bite your lower lip as your eyes flutter—even as he’s beginning to soften inside of you, he’s still so thick that it causes a quiet moan to leave your lips. “Dangerous or not, Din,” you whisper. “I’d lay my life on the line for you.” 

Din groans and brings a hand up to your cheek, thumb brushing across your soft skin. He wishes he can kiss you, can feel your lips on his but when he brushes his thumb across your lower lip, you gently press a soft kiss on the pad of his thumb. 

“I suppose I have a partner from now on,” he says. 

“And I guess I’m stuck with you,” you sigh playfully—lips pulled into a genuine smile. 

You don’t know it, but Din smiles so broadly that for once, he feels like this can be the start of something great. 

[mushgloomz]

it’s either joel miller marries me or i get SPAYED and LOBOTOMIZED to forget him…it’s HIM or no one

[mushgloomz]

i remain absolutely BESERK when it comes to this series - delicious and sick as always bby <3

Body and Soul

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x f!reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: Part 10 of Collared. Same as before, it's dark so please heed the warnings and skip if it's not for you.

I promised an anon I would put Tommy in a ponytail but I had to split the chapter because it was getting too big. So ponytail Tommy will fall in the next chapter, sorry anon!

Moodboard is for aesthetics only, reader is not described beyond having boobs and a vagina and hair (very brief mention and it is not described). Please refer to this post for more info on the series mooboards.

Summary: You take a step forward in your relationship with Joel.

Warnings: Non-Con, dark Joel, dark Tommy, kidnapping, daddy kink, uncle kink, restraints, stockhom syndrome, praise kink, unprotected piv, manipulation. Let me know if I missed anything.

You heave a massive sigh and bury your head in your hands. What a mess. Your brain is on overdrive following Joel telling you about their bet. And the worst of it is that it’s not outrage at them using you as a pawn in their games. It’s the thought of letting one of them down.

A few hours ago you had been drowning in pride at how well you were doing in your training, how pleased Tommy was with you. How much faith he had in you. The thought of disappointing him makes you sick to your stomach. Because of course it would be him. You had genuinely come to care for Tommy. But you needed Joel. Going 24 hours without him would be an unthinkable torture.

You felt like you should hate yourself for how little thought you actually gave it. Because as soon as the secret slipped from Joel’s mouth, the outcome was inevitable. And to make things worse again, you knew that had been his intention in telling you. A manipulation dressed up in praise and feigned sadness over a loss he knew would never come. And yet you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him, because weren’t you just as bad?

Joel had told you because he couldn’t bear the thought of going without you for that long. And you would risk your relationship with Tommy because you felt the same way about him. That pull you felt towards him was inescapable. It defied all logic. You knew Tommy was objectively the better choice for you. He was younger for a start. More open, fun, where Joel was closed off and manipulative. But Tommy didn’t make your body sing or your heart flutter the way Joel did. So no matter how much you hated letting him down, Tommy never really stood a chance.

Now you just had to figure out a way to do it that would limit the damage. You couldn’t just put no effort in. Tommy would know something was off if you did. And that sent your brain spiralling in another direction. What would happen if Tommy found out that Joel had told you?

You’d often considered what would happen if the brothers turned on you. But it had never crossed your mind to wonder what would happen if they turned on each other. It was clear to you how close they were so it had never really seemed like it would be a problem. But now the secrets between them were starting to mount up. Because of you… You grabbed a pillow off the bed and stuffed it over your face, screaming your frustration into it.

You tried so hard over the next few hours to shut off your brain but it was no good. Your mind ran in circles, searching for a solution that wouldn’t materialise. When Joel and Tommy came in for the day you were amped up, pacing and fidgety.

“Whoa sugar, what’s got you all riled up?” Tommy asks, coming over to still your pacing, grabbing you by each bicep.

You couldn’t look at him, too filled with guilt so instead you leant forward and buried your head in his shoulder.

“Hey now, what’s goin’ on?” He tries to push you back so he can look at you but you resist, wrapping your arms around him and clinging on like your life depends on it. He admits defeat and wraps his arms around you and pulls you in close.

“It’s ok princess, just tell us what’s wrong hmm?”

You turn your head to the side and mumble, “I’m ok Uncle Tommy, just got in my head and couldn’t switch it off.” You lift your head slightly to peer over his shoulder at Joel. He’s looking back at you, studying the scene in front of him, frowning. You see how this must look to him, you diving straight into Tommy’s arms while upset, knowing what it must be about.

The panic wells in your chest. Your breath comes in frantic little pants and you start to feel lightheaded. You reach one arm out to him while keeping one locked around Tommy’s back and whimper out a soft, “Daddy!”

He softens immediately and rushes to you, grabbing your hand and leaning over Tommy’s shoulder to give you a kiss on the crown of your head. His thumb rubs back and forth gently on the back of your hand as tears start to leak from your eyes.

“It’s ok baby, we got you, you’re alright,” Joel murmurs into your hair.

You sniffle and nod into Tommy’s shoulder, feeling so safe, so cared for it almost makes you forget what you were upset about in the first place. Almost.

“M’sorry,” you mumble, finally getting a grip of yourself and stopping the tears.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about princess, some days are just like that. Happens to me and your Daddy too, ‘cept he gets a lot grumpier than I do.”

You huff a laugh and Tommy snickers into the side of your head when Joel gives him a playful clip around the back of the head.

“There she is. Happy to hear you laughin’ sugar,” Tommy tells you as he finally succeeds in peeling you off him so he can look at your face. You take a deep breath and meet his gaze with a little smile, still holding tight to Joel’s hand.

“Right, I know just the thing to properly cheer you up. How bout some of Uncle Tommy’s famous hot chocolate?”

You smile and nod at him. He is achingly sweet and its making you feel terrible for the way you know you’re going to betray him. But it’s somewhat easier to face with Joel by your side, your hand held securely in his.

“Ok, good girl. Why don’ you snuggle up with Daddy while I work my magic,” he winks at you and moves over to the small kitchen to get started.

Joel looks at you for a beat before sweeping you up in his arms and depositing you both on the sofa, you sitting in his lap with both legs off to the side. The raging jealousy he felt when he saw you latch onto Tommy just now is ebbing slowly as he runs his hands over your soft skin. He’d momentarily worried that he’d pushed you too far. That he’d lost you to Tommy completely through his scheming. But as you lift your little hand to cup his face and lean up to give him a kiss on the cheek he knows his worries were baseless. You’re his. You choose him. He kisses your forehead in a soft apology for what he’s putting you through. You just sigh and sink into him. His sweet, tender-hearted girl. He’ll think of a way to make it up to you.

///

By the time you finish your hot chocolate you’re feeling much better. Snuggling with Joel has quieted your mind and reaffirmed your conviction that you cannot spend 24 hours apart from him. And his tenderness has reassured you that, no matter what, he will take care of you. And you know that maybe you’re being naïve. Maybe he’s just playing with your mind to pass the time. But something deep within tells you that’s not it. That he wouldn’t risk his relationship with his brother if he didn’t reciprocate your need for him. And you decide that if you need to have faith in something, it may as well be Joel. After all, you’ve never felt as safe as you do with his arms wrapped around you.

So when Tommy pulls you out of Joel’s lap and guides you towards the bed, you don’t resist. You don’t even think twice. You can give Tommy this at least. Make him feel good as recompense. You lay on your back and spread your legs for him.

For once you don’t fight the uncomfortable feeling that overcomes you every time Tommy touches you like this. You let it wash over you, bathe yourself in it even as he sinks inside you. This is your penance. You’re just grateful he decided to fuck you tonight rather than have you blow him. This feels less intimate somehow. Maybe it’s because there’s no thought involved for you. You can lie back and let your body take over.

He lies on top of you and buries his head in the crook of your neck. He pumps into you steadily, moaning into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You turn your head and lock eyes with Joel, even as your hands latch onto Tommy, one burying itself in his loose curls and the other grabbing a handful of his butt cheek, encouraging him to beat into you. Tommy groans as he feels you, enjoying you finally reciprocating his advances.

Joel leans forward on the old sofa, leaning his forearms on his knees, his hands clasped tightly together. His eyes never leave yours, it feels as though they brand you with their intensity. 

You mewl softly as Tommy starts to move faster, the curls at the base of his dick catching on your clit with every thrust. You let out a broken moan when Tommy’s cock brushes over that spongy spot inside of you and you see Joel’s jaw clench and his hands ball tightly into fists. You wrap your legs around Tommy, pulling him even further into you.

“That’s it princess, bein’ so good for Uncle Tommy, lettin’ him make you feel good.”

He continues to aim for that spot, pounding into with determination, making you cry out. You see something flash in Joel’s eyes as he pushes to his feet. Anger, jealousy? It’s gone too quickly for you to fully identify as his jaw clenches again and he scrunches his nose, but seeing him getting worked up while Tommy fucks you is what pushes you over the edge.

You come with a wail, your pussy clamping down on Tommy hard.

“Jesus, fuck!” he curses as he slams into you a final time before pulsing deep inside. He slumps on top of you, sweaty and breathless. You gently caress his back and press a kiss into his shoulder. A silent sorry that he will never understand. 

“Mmmmm, so good f’me princess. Such a good girl.”

He pulls out of you and disappears into the bathroom, returning quickly with a damp cloth. He cleans you up and announces, “I’m off for a shower,” before disappearing into the bathroom, not noticing the prickling tension between you and Joel, who has resumed his position on the sofa like nothing has happened.  

As soon as the door locks you climb off the bed and make your way over to Joel. He reaches for you before you fully get to him, pulling you forward with his hands on your hips, desperate to have you near. The rough callouses feel heavenly against your skin and you moan out a breathy, “oh Daddy,” before straddling his lap.

You lean your forehead against his and whisper, “thank you Daddy.” Because you know what that was. Him letting you see how affected he was by Tommy fucking you. Letting you see how little he liked it. It was an apology. And a promise. Dropping his mask to let you know how much he cares for you. How little he wants to share you.

He clutches you to him tighter, nuzzling his nose against yours. “Say it. Tell me.” There’s no authority in it. He’s not demanding. He’s begging.

“M’yours Daddy. Only yours.”

He lets out a sigh of relief and his eyes slip closed. You smile and gently cup his face in your hands, waiting for his eyes to be on you again. When he opens them you give him a smile and lean in and press your lips gently to his.

He doesn’t react at first so you pull back, afraid you’ve misread this entire thing but you barely manage to get any distance from his face before he’s pulling you back in with a groan, his lips pressing against yours, gentle but insistent. It makes your breath hitch and you gasp. He takes the opportunity to suck your bottom lip between his before releasing it with a small smacking sound.

“My. Perfect. Sweet. Girl,” he tells you, punctuating each word with a kiss, each one getting firmer. Your hands fall to his shoulders to brace yourself against falling completely into him with the way he is tugging at you.

His tongue swipes against your lips and you moan. As soon as your lips part his tongue is shoving its way into your mouth. It slides against yours and you hesitantly try to match his movements, uncoordinated and sloppy. It feels divine. You pull away every now and again to gasp for air but Joel pulls you right back into him, drowning in his desire for you. You never expected kissing to feel this good. Your pussy throbs and drools as you get more and more aroused, soaking Joel’s crotch with your slick and Tommy’s cum.

Joel’s hands come up to cradle your face and he slides his tongue out of your mouth to growl against your lips, “he doesn’t get to have you like this.” His gruff, possessive tone has you about to lose your mind and you simply whimper as you crush your lips against his once more. He meets your kiss gladly but then abruptly pulls away again and you chase his mouth.

“Say it,” he demands, and you open your eyes to find his boring into yours, expression laced with desperation. “Kisses are only for Daddy,” you mewl at him and he crashes his mouth against you once more, pulling away to growl a “good girl,” at you before claiming you once more.

You can’t take it any more, you drop your hands to fumble with his belt, made harder by the fact that you can’t see with the way Joel is invading your mouth. You finally get it loose and somehow manage to get the button and zipper of his jeans open. He lifts his hips to help you push down his jeans and underwear, just enough to allow his cock to spring free, all whilst joined at the mouth.

He moans when you wrap your hand around his cock and the vibrations rumble pleasantly against your tongue and around your mouth. You break from his lips, head falling back as you sink down onto him, the tight stretch of him stealing any remaining breath you had. You choke and gasp as he slides further and further inside of you, you think you may pass out from lack of oxygen.

His lips are now attached to your neck, the thought of them not being on you unbearable to him. His arms are looped under your arm pits with his hands grabbing at your shoulders as he eases you down to his base. He groans as he finally bottoms out, your head is still tipped back, you can’t think, can’t move as you pant and gulp for air.

He gently guides you forward until your head falls to his shoulder, air coming more easily in the more natural position.

“Tha’s it baby, just breath for me, good girl, big deep breaths,” he coos at you while he strokes your back and lets you settle into him. He doesn’t move, just sits and lets you recover, enjoying the way his balls nestle against the soft skin of your ass.

“My good girl got all worked up from Daddy’s kisses, didn’t she?”

You hum out a dreamy “uh huh,” before latching your fingers in his curls and planting your lips against his once more. He chuckles against you, sucking and nipping at your lower lip and starting to rock you back and forth.

You reluctantly pull away as he encourages you to start bouncing on his cock.

“Fuck yeah you did. Been waitin’ so long for those kisses baby, even better than I imagined. Shoulda’ known. Always fuckin’ perfect for me ain’t ya?”

You whine and your pussy clenches at his words. You already feel that tightening in your core, your whole body lighting up with the pleasure he’s giving you. You’re almost certain he could have made you come just with his kisses.

He groans as you tug on his hair and ride him with fury. You’ve never felt so feral. It’s savage in the way it grips you, your whole existence stripped back to one fundamental truth. You are his. Body and soul.

It’s dangerous you know, to be lured by these feelings in the throes of lust. That it could just be your body fooling your mind into believing this is more than just raw, primal attraction. That this could be his greatest manipulation of all. But the way he pulls you back in to place soft kisses against your lips as you pound each other tells you different. You are his. But he is also yours.

He sticks his thumb into your mouth alongside his tongue, startling you slightly before he retracts it, slippery with your mixed saliva and brings it to your clit. You wail as he rubs it fast and hard, in time with your movements on him.

The pressure releases abruptly and you feel a gush of liquid pour out of you as you scream for him, the world around you seems to explode in light. You feel as though it must be bursting through your skin, the power behind your high is so extreme. Far too intense to be contained in your body.

You’re fairly sure you black out because the next thing you know, you’re limp in Joel’s lap, he’s holding you still with a massive hand each grabbing one of your ass cheeks hard as he punches into you from below, babbling in your ear.

“Fuckin’ made for me, best little girl I could ever ask for, always so fuckin’ good f’me. Kissin’ and ridin’ and squirtin’ all over me. Always takin’ my cock and my cum so good. Oh fuck! Here it comes baby, FUCK!”

He explodes, pouring into you in several warm bursts. He continues to buck up into you, milking himself dry and making sure every drop is in you. He slumps beneath you and pulls you in for another kiss, slow and languid and so fucking delicious it makes your pussy pulsate around him, making him whimper with overstimulation.

You pull back and smirk at him, biting your lower lip to stop yourself from giggling. He rolls his eyes and smacks your ass with a grumbled, “watch it,” but you see his eyes crinkle with the smile he’s trying to hold in. You don’t say anything but you make a mental note that you definitely want to hear him make that noise again.

You sneak another quick kiss when you hear the lock to the bathroom click and Joel pulls you into his chest to cover the evidence of your squirting. You go happily, listening to the beat of his heart through his soft flannel. Strong and steady and comforting.

Tommy chuckles at the pair of you as he walks through the living area to his room, still damp from his shower and a towel wrapped round his waist, completely oblivious to the potentially life altering events that just happened.

Everything is laid bare now, you’ve surrendered yourself completely. To Joel. You wonder if you should feel ashamed. You don’t. You feel content. Happy even. You luxuriate in it as you soak in Joel’s scent and heat, snuggling in as close as you can get. To the man that you love.

///

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[mushgloomz]

Today's Position: speed bump Housekeeper!

It's day six of our week of hiring here at the B&B, and it's time to select our housekeeper! Things can get messy with this many guests coming on any given day, so we need someone who knows just what kind of aftercare a b&b requires.

Meet the applicants and tell us:

Have any letters of reference or thoughts to share? Feel free to drop those in the tags/comments!

[mushgloomz]

Today's Position: facesitting Chef!

It's day five of our week of hiring here at the B&B, and we are choosing our chef! Without offering a delicious morning mouthful, can we really call ourselves a bed-and-breakfast? I think not.

Meet the applicants and tell us:

Have any letters of reference or thoughts to share? Feel free to drop those in the tags/comments!

[mushgloomz]

i’m weeping this is IMMACULATE

I spend most every night beneath the light of a neon moon.

-Cigarettes After Sex

May I present: Javier Peña💜✨

after SOOO long I am finally back on my painting grind and OMIGOD?? I think a hiatus did me good because this only took me one day and- as you might have guessed -this ain’t the whole thing;) I’m obsessed with these colors, man😭

Like, reblog and the rest of that jazz to see the full piece!! Im hoping to have it done in a few days, and I absolutely can’t wait to show y’all!

Stay hydrated, and dream of soft summer nights in Medellín🌙

I love you all so much

@theywhowriteandknowthings @furious-rogue-stuff @for-a-longlongtime @beefrobeefcal @pedrit0-pascalit0 @pedroshotwifey @astrangebird

[mushgloomz]

I love you Javier pls dont die

 Ermmm...must've been the wind.🤷

[mushgloomz]

SCREAMING

[mushgloomz]

Clint slowly smiling in the car as he looks into his wife's eyes... 🥹

[mushgloomz]

ofc bby - anything for you (plus this is just fucking beautiful, highly highly recommend)

Everybody should read this anthology, it's so wonderfully thought provoking. I can't really begin to explain how personally it touches me. But yeah, read it. It has a little something for everybody. There's a link to download in the article, and it's free.

also thank you @mushgloomz for sending this my way. And @clubsoft for screaming and giggling about it with me.

[mushgloomz]

there is no way THEE @daryltwdixon has featured my peepaw joel yap in a fic rec list😩😩

beyond honoured, thank you so fucking much💓

𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥

Bitch!!! I ain’t even a series girl and there’s multiple in here!!! Who is she!!! And look at me tagging a fluff fic!! Turning a new leaf round here. If you see something you like please let these wonderful authors know by showing them some much deserved love Sorry this is late! I was traveling and literally haven’t touched my laptop in days

Bicep biting by @tinysunshine

Daryl Dixon x you one shot summary: you kiss daryl’s arms and have to explain what cuteness aggression is after you bite his bicep ♡ my thoughts: I feel like woodchuck todd from easy a when he’s gobblin’ on that wood log LET ME GET A BITE OF THAT BEEFY ARM, DIXON

literally anything by @cavillscurls

(bitch I’m such a fan we got a whole damn list to get thru)

daddy next door

joel miller x you ongoing series summary: It’s summer in Texas, and when the dashing Joel Miller moves in next door, your less than favorable life gets completely turned around. my thoughts: ohhhhh my heart. such a different version of joel than im used to (rich & fancy) but it really hits the spot. cute romance and I see you in so much of this!!!

ass man

joel miller x you drabble summary: joel miller is an ass man my thoughts: what I wouldn’t do for this man to put his hands all over my best ass(et). Mya showed me this after I went off about joel in fact being an ass man and I was eternally horny grateful

Inescapable 🕊️

clint (freaky tales) x you one shot summary: Clint always gets what he wants—this time, you’re going to give it to him. my thoughts: YES SIR YES SIRRRYYYYYYYY mya has already heard all my praise but we’re gonna say it again holy SHIT Clint smiling into my neck as he puts a baby in me?!?! SIR MAAM YES PLEASEEEEE this has been a fave trope of mine lately. Captive reader who used to scream and beg for him not to touch now loving every second of it sorry bit dark it’s giving “run” vibes which was rec’d on last month’s list!!! And that shit is one of my faves so I knew this would tickle my pickle in the same way. I wish I could be eloquent about this shit but my GOD it’s so good trust.

Joel in glasses by @mushgloomz

peepaw!joel x you drabble summary: what the title says my thoughts: I’ll just put this here and you tell ME you don’t feel some type of way: “ain’t i old enough to be your daddy, darlin’?”

of rage and ruin 🕊️ by @corazondebeskar-reads

werewolf/alpha!joel x you ongoing series summary: Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though. my thoughts: no no no you don’t understand. You don’t GET IT. Is this omegaverse? Yep. I’ve been dabbling. And the others just don’t do it like you do baby 😭 I read this way too fast and now I just wait for the updates but holy shit. No one puts my baby in a shock collar 😭😭😭😭

Idle Threats by @pearlessance

jackson!joel x you series summary: Joel has watch duty with Jackson’s twenty-year old, smart-mouthed brat and gets more than he bargained for. my thoughts: I’m so glad I didn’t post this fic rec on time because holy mother of god. I blew through this so quickly because of how fucking beautiful the writing is. Joel Miller feeling dirty about liking a younger woman? Check. Religious themes denouncing god for his one and only girl? Check. I’m sorry I’m so sorry I don’t usually add this but some of this dialogue is 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 “Because if anyone but me ever called you a slut an’ I heard about it?” He presses your clit harder, grinning when you start panting. “I’d have to kill ‘em, baby.” .....Like W H A A A A A a a a aaaa 😵‍💫😵‍💫

[mushgloomz]

she never fucking misses - read it and weep

tlou.

this is the last time i'll say anything about this, hopefully, and the ppl who should read this won't, but we always end up in this conversation again and again and again. i'll put it simply for you:

to ignore the inspirations behind the last of us, to say that the people talking about it are just bitching, just complaining, saying their takes are dogshit, that their consumption of that show isn't normal is ERASURE. no one is saying you can't watch the show, no one is saying you can't enjoy it, because it's okay to critically think about media, it doesn't make you a hater.

people's lack of ability (i won't name who because we already know what i'm talking about) to differentiate critical thinking and being hateful is concerning. they genuinely believe that if you like something, you have to defend everything about it tooth and nail, and if you don't, if you even slightly agree that something about it is wrong or not well portrayed, that you're no longer a fan. open up your world view, because to view the world in such a shallow manner is harmful to not just you but the people you engage with.

i've run this word to the ground but i implore you guys to read about intersectionality, to learn how the things in the real world connect to the things in media, how perceptions of media affect our thinking, how the problems of the world come to intersect and grow from each other, and the hills that we choose to die on just to allow ourselves a few reblogs and shitposts about a show. learn nuance.

the idea of people of color advocating for themselves to be taken as a threat, being spun into some sort of attack by white people is a historical pattern, and it doesn't make it not real just because it's fandom. imploring you to learn, understand, broaden your worldview and be more accepting, more educated on the things that you consume isn't a threat, an insult, it's a suggestion that'll better more than just your tumblr experience.

also, if the creator of something says word for word that he is inspired by real life events, and you get on tumblr and say that it's simply not true, and that people are being cynical and negative and just trying to ruin the viewing experience for others. not only are your comprehension skills an issue, but your willful ignorance, your purposeful dismissal of what is important, what is being talked about for the sake of your enjoyment is genuinely something to worry about.

get it the fuck together.

[mushgloomz]

girls who get wet from just sucking dick need to be cherished

[mushgloomz]

this is frying me why is my name there 😭😭😭

[mushgloomz]

Thanks for sexualizing peoples trauma fuckhead

anytime