#AND I’LL SAY ‘GOOD RIDDANCE!!’

[katierosefun]

the smallest man who ever lived is trevor and mike coded and also cameron dennis and harvey specter coded. no stop walking away from me i’m right

[blues-valentine]

This is my last post about it. OBX 4 wasn’t just bad in terms of JJ but all characters in general.

The writers, knowing they’d kill JJ off, started a character assassination train on him perhaps expecting us to feel like he deserved to die? But we know JJ. We all know JJ’s reckless but not to this level of detachment. He was acting like an entirely different person. JJ would’ve never treated Kiara, John B or any of his friends like that. Ever. Not matter how bad life turned out. Even with the whole “JJ blew all of our money!” it’s like they wanted us to hate him so badly.

Don’t even get me started on how bad that JJ plot twist was and since Part 1 I said it. Trying to erase his entire life like that even when it didn’t make sense was lazy writing. And all for what? To have his biological father be the one to kill him at the end? Because that’s the only possibly cruel explanation for that plot twist.

Killing JJ in such a way when this character spent his entire life suffering physical and emotional abuse from his adoptive father is cruel and it sends such a sad messaging.

OBX has always been bad at giving the girls good story lines and that aren’t always about their boyfriends. Kiara’s relationship with her parents was totally ignored. We got from them cutting her off at 401 to them clapping for her at the ceremony and we never got to know how they reached that place. Did they go to family therapy in those 18 months? Did they talk and came to an agreement together? But nothing.

Cleo didn’t get to have a story line that wasn’t mostly adjacent to Pope. And for a character that’s been here for 3 seasons we only know she worked for Terrance and it’s good with knifes. We don’t know her actual surname. And I was expecting more from her revenge plot and I feel silly for expecting that from those writers.

Sarah’s PTSD regarding Ward was never further explored. The writers also forgot about Wheezie and Rose. Sarah wouldn’t have continued on without trying to reach out to her. It’s like they just didn’t want to deal with it. And the worst one is them making Sarah say she didn’t feel ready for a family at her age for them to forget about it and have her pregnant. Despite how silly it is considering the circumstances of their life and how much trauma she has to heal from.

Don’t even get me started on the way the writers never explored the girls relationship. The only bonding scene between the girls we got was Sarah telling Kiara she’s pregnant and Cleo wasn’t even there. We never saw them just existing as young girls just joking around. Hell; even a whole boys conversation would feel somehow natural and we didn’t even got that.

Pope is a killer now? And by the influence of Cleo not less. Did the writers forgot about Season 3? And how she was the one that stopped him from killing Rafe. So, now you’re telling me she was the one egging him on to become a killer. Make it make sense please.

And the pogues dynamic was so bad. God, it was so out of character for them all. Firstly, John B would’ve never allowed JJ to walk into that self destructive path especially after learning about Chandler. And then, the way JJ confessed to Pope he was sucidical and he just didn’t say anything about it? Kiara was also incredible out of character. And that death scene was particularly dumb in so many levels, because it could’ve been preventable and it was pointless. But the thing that pisses me off the most is that the pogues stood there watching. In a scene that felt perhaps a bit anticlimactic. “Not pogue gets left behind” but they buried him on a desert in Morocco and had Rafe be the one to dig the hole too. Those are not my pogues and this wasn’t the dynamic I feel in love with. OBX went from being a comfort show to give me so much unnecessary frustrations.

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

pleaaase she made a whole post about how she's "leaving the acotar community" i knew that part of the fandom wasn't built for this website. y'all should've stuck to liking fanart on instagram :/

they’re just not built for fandom as a whole lmao like it should be instinctive to know that when in a community space all contributions to that community are welcome and if you are annoyed by some contributions, complain to your friends in private. no one is saying don’t react to anything ever, but like advocating for a fictional character at the expense of a real life person is bananas.

[goldkirk]

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[nothinggold13]

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived but it’s for the friend who stopped replying to your messages after she asked you to call her seven years ago, and now may or may not be in town hanging out with all the other friends you used to hang out with together, because, not to be dramatic, but I just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was your goal.

[mazzy-rockstar]

Everytime i post about Palestine I lose followers.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Oh.

[getting-messi]

Pretty much sums it up for me.

[bunnymajo]

…so uh.

On the bright side I don’t have to pinch my pennies so much for a few weeks and maybe even not feel guilty about buying extravagancies like *reads notes* food.

Maybe I can even buy something fun for myself again. Looking forward to that.

[rockmonopoly]

I really should take advantage of my school’s free therapy shit bc even if it sucks it would be better than nothing. I’m ruled by fear and it’s not looking good via googling my feelings! If only I wasn’t haunted by my past full of relentless bullying and a man who called me a trap bc I “didn’t look enough like a girl to be one” ! Well he was right about one thing at least.

[emmafallsinlove]

i was joking yesterday with @lorelaigilmo how the smallest man who ever lived is a lorelai / christopher song but i’m listening to it again and edit in the making??

[xcleanx]

were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? were you writing a book? were you a sleeper-cell spy? in fifty years will all this be declassified? and you'll confess why you did it… and i'll say good riddance ’cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden…. I WOULD’VE DIED FOR YOUR SINS INSTEAD I JUST DIED INSIDE!!!!!!!!! AND YOU DESERVE PRISON BUT YOU WON’T GET TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU’LL SLIDE INTO INBOXES AND SLIP THROUGH THE BARS YOU CRASHED MY PARTY IN YOUR RENTAL CAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU SAID NORMAL GIRLS WERE BORING BUT YOU WERE GONE BY THE MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU KICKED OUT THE STAGE LIGHTS BUT YOU’RE STILL PERFORMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!…………. and in the plain sight you hid……. and you are what you did…… and i’ll forget you but i’ll never forgive…. the smallest man who ever lived.

[leninisms]

WERE YOU SENT BY SOMEONE 🚶‍♂️WHO WANTED ME DEAD 😵 DID YOU SLEEP 💤 WITH A GUN 🔫 UNDERNEATH OUR BED 🛌 WERE YOU WRITING ✍️ A BOOK 📖 WERE YOU A SLEEPER CELL 🧫 SPY 🕵️‍♂️ IN FIFTY 5️⃣0️⃣ YEARS WILL ALL THIS BE DECLASSIFIED🔎 AND YOU’LL CONFESS WHY 🤷‍♂️ YOU DID IT AND I’LL SAY 🗣️ GOOD RIDDANCE 👋 ‘CAUSE IT WASN’T SEXY 🫦 ONCE IT WASN’T FORBIDDEN 🚫 I WOULD’VE DIED 🥀 FOR YOUR SINS ☦️ INSTEAD I JUST DIED INSIDE 😫 AND YOU 🫵 DESERVE PRISON 🚔 BUT YOU WON’T GET TIME ⏰ YOU’LL SLIDE INTO INBOXES 📥 AND SLIP THROUGH THE BARS 🍻 YOU CRASHED 💥 MY PARTY 🥳 AND YOUR RENTAL CAR 🚗 YOU SAID NORMAL GIRLS 👩 WERE BORING 👎 BUT YOU WERE GONE BY THE MORNING 🌅 YOU KICKED 🦵 OUT THE STAGE LIGHTS 💡 BUT YOU’RE STILL PERFORMING 🎙️ and in plain sight you hid 🫣 but you are what you did 🖕 and i’ll forget you 💭 but i’ll never forgive the smallest 🤏 man ��‍♂️ who ever lived 🧬

[reputayswift]

were you:

☑️ sent by someone??? (who wanted ME dEAD?)

did you:

☑️ sleep with a gun? (underNEATH our bed???)

were you:

☑️ writing a boᵒᵏ????

☑️ a SLEEPER CELL SPY?

in 50 years will all this be declassified?

🔘 (yes)

⚪️ (no)

and you’ll

confess why you did it (500 words or less)

_________________________________

and I’ll say:

☑️ good riddance!

☑️ it wasn’t SEXy once it wasn’t forbidden

I would’ve:

⬜️ DIED for your SINS

☑️ just died inside

and you:

⬜️ deserve prison

☑️ won’t get time

you’ll:

☑️ slide into INboxes

☑️ slip through the BARS

you:

☑️ crashed my party (and your rental car)

☑️ said “normal girls were boring 🤪”

☑️ were gone by the morning

☑️ kicked out the stage lights

☑️ are still performing

and in plain sight you:

☑️ hid

but you are:

☑️ what you did

and I’ll:

☑️ forget you

⬜️ forgive

Signature:

the smallest man who ever lived…

[xazse]

archon scara x devoted follower smut PLEASEEE I BEGGGGGGG PLEASE ☹️☹️☹️

KNEES

Synopsis: The Archon has allowed you to fulfill his desires.

Notes: HI!! I hope you enjoyed this, I see you left another request! I’ll get to it as soon as possible my love. Also I don’t know why I get carried away and make the writing longer than it should be? I hope you guys like when I do that. <333

Pairings: Archon!Scaramouche x devoted!femreader

Warnings: mean!Scaramouche + God!Scaramouche + a god complex to go along with it + mutual masturbation + snarky!reader + creampie + happy ending!!

Scaramouche was above the people who stood below him, bowing and offering him the last cent in their pockets, how easy it was to get humans to worship the ground he treads on. They’ll do anything to get his approval, some will kill for him, burn for him and even harm themselves if he had said to do it. He sat on his chair like he does everyday while his people brought him things he knows he’ll have his servants throw away or he’d let them keep the shit for themselves.

It’s a long line today, people must have been feeling extra grateful or they’re trying to cover sins they’ve been making. It’s a tired mantra of saying thank you’s and goodbyes as he watches them leaves all he can think is good riddance.

He isn’t paying attention to the next person stepping up because of his servant telling him something, the servant stops and stares in front of him, Scaramouche follows his line of sight and they settle upon you. In fact you’ve caught a few eyes with the attire you’ve decided to wear today, the outfits puts your breasts on full display, they look soft and inviting, all Scara can think is: Whore.

You put on your best smile and make your way towards his seat, holding your skirt up as you bow and offer him the sweet treats you’ve made. There’s a look in your eye that he likes, it’s badly full of lust as you brazeningly eye his body up and down, even taking the initiative to lick your lips so seductively. You’re bold, he’s never had a bold lady such as yourself outwardly showing off, you’re just trying to get him to fuck you.

You place the treats down and turn around to let the next follower go, Scaramouche makes sure to get a good look at your ass when you stand over to the side to watch the others finish giving their gifts. You don’t stop eyeing him for the rest of the evening.

When enough people have come past he announces that he’s tired and wishes to retire to bed, they leave one by one but you stand, keeping eye contact with him as everyone leaves. It’s just you left and his servant is about to dismiss you but Scaramouche is intervening and letting you stay. He also tells all his servants to leave.

Now it’s just you and him left.

“Such a little bold thing you are, letting everyone in the room know of your plans just by your body language alone.” He laughs as he allows you to approach.

“What ever do you mean m’lord” you shyly place your hands behind your back.

“Don’t get shy all of sudden, it bores me.” He ushers you closer allowing him to get a close up of you, of your body especially. “I’ve been swamped with protecting you lot, I think I’m owed something. Don’t you agree?” His smirk drives you crazy, you obediently nod.

You with no hesitation slip your arms out of your shirt and pull the front of your shirt down letting your breasts for his eyes to feast on.

You make sure to ooze confidence and he supposes he likes that, most women who offer themselves up are boring prudes who want a quick buck, but you, you look as though you only came to be fucked and thrown to the side, or maybe you’re planning on doing that to him instead.

“Lose it all, we’ll have no need for it anyway.” You quickly discard the dress to the side. “No panties? I wasn’t wrong about my assumption about you being a whore.”

You offer no answer, your lips don’t move but your hands start to roam your body, from the top of your chest to now rubbing your nipples.

“I see no need for foreplay woman, I want you now, you must’ve been wet from the moment you seen me no?” Cocky bastard.

“Unfortunately I was not sir.”

He raises his brow were you not eyeing him down like an animal in heat, he’ll let that comment slide. You continue to touch your breasts before making your way down to your cunt, softly rubbing inbetween your folds. Scaramouche can’t deny himself anymore and unbuttons his pants letting his cock free. Scaramouche is a short man but his cock tells a different story of not judging a book by its cover, his cock is of a great size, width and length. He begins rubbing himself in tandem with you, he can see how your fingers are already glistening with your cum.

He grabs your arm and tugs you forward, you fall flat on his lap. He fixes your body so you’re facing him. You kiss his neck from his ear to his shoulder blade, leaving colorful hickeys. He groans out loud, still stroking his cock but just the right amount, he wants to be inside of you when he cums. You kiss your way to his lips and lightly drag your tongue across them. The distraction allows for you to grab his cock and line it up with your hole, it slides in with a little bit of difficulty but nonetheless you take all of him.

You moan, his cock sits resting against your gummy walls, waiting for him to add stimulation. He grabs you by your waist and begins bouncing you, making sure to pull you all the way off then stuff you full.

“Oh… mhn…” you open your eyes to find Scaramouche staring at you, his eyes bore and burn into yours. His cock starts beating against your sweet spot and you jump, feels so fucking good the way it directly hits against it, it’s hard to control the way your thighs quiver and shake.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” “I’ve been told by women from all around that my cock is something to behold, wouldn’t you agree?” He snarls in-between baited breathes, he could hardly get the sentence out with your pussy clenching down on him.

“The same applies to me, no?” You mock him. He slams you down hard enough for you breath to get caught in your throat, enough for a lewd moan to slip from your lips. He grabs ahold of your boob and guides it to his mouth, sucking on it, licking your nipple, that doesn’t last long enough, he pops off the nipple to rub at your clit.

He flicks it and even pinches it, getting an annoyed reaction out of you. You hold on to the side of his chair like throne and begin bouncing on his cock all by yourself. The combined pleasure has your stomach clenching.

“Fuck- m’so close.” You’re like a rabid animal chasing after your high, your vision seems spotty. His shaft keeps throbbing inside of you every-time you take a moment to rest. You lift up one more time before coming down. Your body convulses and you’re gasping for air, his fat cock has you cumming and whining. You’ve soaked his abdomen In your juices. You’re slumped ontop of him attempting to put yourself back together.

He gives you a moment of clarity, he moves fast when he starts fucking you again, your pussy being filled with him once more. The gross mixture of your cum creates nasty noises which bounces off the walls when your hips meet his. You let him use you to the fullest extent, mumbling in his ear on how full you feel and how good his cock feels. Though he already knows that but he likes his ego to be stroked.

His hands find their way to your ass, gripping the flesh hard in between his fingers as he uses it as a leverage point to slam you down more firmly, oh he was definitely cumming inside you.

You start kissing him with pure tongue, sucking on it and dragging it into your own mouth, he once again lets you. He uses his own tongue to lick the drool that’s starting to seep out of your mouth: it’s so damn dirty and lewd.

“Oh god- m’cumming inside you.” He slurs out in between the messy kisses. He stands up while still holding you, he keeps bucking his hips up into you. He stills and buries his cock deep inside of you, his balls tighten in a way it almost fucking hurts, moaning with no shame he finally cums, you can feel his sticky cum filling you, it feels so gross but in the same sentence you want to experience it all over again. He falls back into his chair with you still settled in his lap.

“Mm….” He pants out enjoying the best orgasm he’s had in a while, you make a move to leave his lap but he keeps you against his chest, “don’t even think about it, I’ll be keeping you close to me.” You obediently nod.

[holylulusworld]

Up his sleeve - Kinktober 26

Summary: You're in trouble.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: forearm/hand kink, sexy mafia Bucky, implied oral (male rec), fluff

Kink: Forearm/Hand kink

Idea/Requested by: @buck-star

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Blue eyes watch your every move.

You’re in big trouble. You knew the moment your fiancé stepped inside your shared home. He called your name, and you heard the angry undertone in his voice. Someone must’ve ratted you out, telling him you broke his rule to not bring up his past relationships.

His features darkened watching you sit in his leather chair while reading another article about his past. A sneaky reporter believed he could get away with writing shit about Bucky's past lovers.

He forbids you to read more of the lies the report spread, but you were like a woman obsessed. Bucky never talked much about his past lovers. He always told you that what’s in the past is past.

You, on the other hand, wanted to know for the longest time who were the women before you.

“Doll, you’re in big trouble,” he taunts as you drop the magazine in your hands. You lift your gaze to meet his stormy blue eyes. “I told you not to read this crap. But here you are, reading yet another article about me.”

“I was just trying to find out if the women before me were—” You bite your tongue. The last thing you want to admit is that you doubted your relationship with Bucky due to the articles. He assured you the women before you didn’t mean anything to him.

Bucky was a heartbreaker and womanizer before he settled down. He only wants you; Bucky assured you more than once. Still, there’s this bitchy little voice nagging in the back of your mind.

“Our bedroom,” he says. “Five minutes. I want you naked, and don’t believe I’ll forgive you easily tonight.”

You whimper. Not in fear or because you believe Bucky will break up with you. No. He’s up to something dirtier when he’s in this mood.

“Yes, Bucky,” you say, and slip off the chair to hurriedly walk out of his office. You giggle when he playfully swats your ass.

“That goddamn reporter,” Bucky huffs. “Good riddance, though.”

This time, you watch Bucky’s every move. While you sit on the bed, vulnerable and bare, he’s still in his suit, minus his tie and suit jacket.

He smirks as you watch him roll up his sleeve. You whine, catching his attention. Bucky quirks a brow as your eyes are glued to his forearms. You lick your lips, remembering how he once allowed you to ride one of his arms and hands.

“Bucky,” you purr his name. He rolled up his sleeves, which means the game is on. If you play your cards right, he’ll forgive and not edge you again. “I’m sorry. It’s just…”

“If you are still reading the articles, it means you doubt my word. We can’t have this, can we?”

“No,” you reply, afraid Bucky is madder at you than you thought. You exhale sharply when he rolls his shoulders. Your eyes drop to his forearms again. Fuck, why is this so much hotter than having him naked? “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, believe me, baby doll,” he says while stepping toward the bed. “You’ll be sorry,” Bucky smirks down at you. “Now I want you on your hands and knees. You won’t get back up until I tell you so.”