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[m-s-justice]

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[thevioletscout]

Did you know!

Betty Boop was based on an African American jazz singer named Esther Jones, pictured below!

Despite this, Betty Boop has been consistently portrayed as white, and Esther Jones' likeness was used without her permission. 

And if you've actually read this far and not just nodded and scrolled on, congratulations! I was lying to you, that entire thing was bunk.

Esther Jones, better known as Baby Esther or Lil Esther, was only a child when Betty Boop made her debut, her exact age is a mystery due to a lack of records. That image I showed you before? That's of a model named Olya P. for the magazine Retro Atelier in 2008. Also Olya’s not even black, she’s white and either Russian or Ukrainian.

Betty Boop was indeed visually based off a jazz singer and actress, but it was Helen Kane, a white woman. Clara Bow, another white singer, is also sometimes cited as an inspiration, but with less evidence. 

It was Helen Kane who found out her likeness was used without permission and filed a lawsuit against Max Fleischer and Fleischer Studios for it. While he would later wholeheartedly admit it, he denied the likeness as part of his testimonies. In the process, he argued that Kane had taken most of her songs and style from Baby Esther. However, according to Wikipedia it’s possible a lot of the evidence for that was fabricated in an attempt to discredit Kane.

So to be more precise, Betty Boop was based off a white woman who might have based her image off a little black girl.

Also, the topic of Betty Boop's intended race gets a little silly regardless given that she was first conceptualized as an anthropomorphic poodle. While it's not exactly unheard of for the 1930s, I don't think they were really focusing on coding her as a specific race at that moment.

The cartoon Minnie the Moocher (remember this) would even depict Betty Boop as coming from a German immigrant family. Many speculated she was even Jewish due to this as well as the Fleischer brothers and her voice actress Mae Questel both being Jewish, but Benjamin Ivry of Forward pointed out that her family's meals were not Kosher so this was unlikely. 

Now you might be thinking; okay but what's the harm in portraying Betty Boop as black? Can’t black people reclaim this one character for themselves? And honestly, I kinda agree. Personally I think Betty Boop is one of those characters that can be ANY race, not just white or black, given her ambiguous and stylized features. I love seeing black women cosplaying Betty Boop or her being portrayed as black in art.

However, the reason I bring this up is because I personally think false or misleading information does not make for good representation. Especially when it leads to situations where artists have to explain themselves for giving Betty Boop light skin when the reason cited otherwise is blatant misinformation. Though thankfully the one interaction I have had about it before posting this was very polite.

Not to mention, this kind of thing maybe not necessarily buries but distracts from the very real contributions and accomplishments of black people in Betty Boop's history.

Let's talk Cab Calloway, for example.

Cab Calloway was a singer and bandleader acclaimed for mixing jazz with vaudeville. He was the first African American to sell one million copies of a single record, and collaborated with Fleicher Studios for three animations, Minnie the Moocher, Snow White, and The Old Man of the Mountain. In these, he would perform a song, the first and last even being directly named after his music, and he was even directly rotoscoped while dancing. 

I can't find any sources for who approached who for these collaborations, but I feel its needless to say there's an inherent respect for Calloway and his work in these cartoons. For a black man in the 1930s. And they didn’t even hide it, Minnie the Moocher and The Old Man of the Mountain features live footage of Cab Calloway and his very visibly black band.

These cartoons bleed passion from both the singer and the animators. And if you’ll excuse the sidenote, I watched those cartoons as part of my research and even today his music is still absolutely enchanting. 

And Calloway was not immune to racism just because of his success either. He and a friend, Felix H. Payne Jr. were even victims of police brutality by officer William E. Todd in 1945 when they were attempting to visit Lionel Hamptom at the whites-only Pla-Mor Ballroom.

His work matters. Betty Boop was only one small part of his career, the man did a lot in his time, but he brought something truly amazing to the table.

There are real people whose accomplishments deserve to be recognized, but I feel they often get pushed aside in the efforts to make up representation that was never actually there under the false belief that there was none in the first place.

Hell, this entire thing is a discredit to the real life of Esther Jones herself!

She was a literal child who’s date of birth and especially death are unknown. She gained fame in her hometown Chicago which led to her becoming an international celebrity, touring Europe as an honored representation of African Americans alongside Josephine Hall. Then she basically retired as a teenager and disappeared from the public eye.

And what is her memory nowadays? As a sexy flapper that supposedly inspired Betty Boop’s creation.

Even knowing this was false, I had to fight back so much misinformation while making this. This photo right here? I was led to believe this was a photo of an adult Esther Jones, but it’s not! We don’t have photos of her as an adult! This is a completely different, unidentified, woman photographed by James Van Der Zee!

And quite frankly, as a white woman I feel like a jerk having to be the one to tell black people that actually no Betty Boop was based on Helen Kane, not Esther Jones.

So in conclusion, STOP MAKING SHIT UP.

[Sources:

Betty Boop - Wikipedia

Cab Calloway - Wikipedia

Baby Esther - Wikipedia

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Minnie the Moocher (1932)

Snow White (1933)

The Old Man of the Mountain (1933)]

[hairupintheair]

Trolls Band Together Commentary Notes Part 2/4

- Commentary quote: "Mount Rageous - What is it? It's very expensive, that's what." - The Mount Rageous club where we first see V&V perform is shaped like a boom box so it seems like they're performing from inside one. - The scene where JD finds Floyd in the perfume bottle backstage was going to be the opening of the movie, and JD's design was a lot more Branch-like so the audience was going to think it was Branch at first. - One of the inspirations for the Mount Rageons' designs was Betty Boop. - Any time Crimp has accessories, they're office supplies -- a reference to her secretary/assistant role. Her ukelele is technically a shaped eraser. - "It was an era!" <- improv line from Justin Timberlake - The jungle around Vacay Island is designed with pool floaties, pool noodles and inflatable leaves, all things kids will instantly recognize as belonging to a pool or beach setting. They describe the Trolls world as a "DIY environment" (meaning the crafts and fabrics that are often used to make up the settings). - At one point the jungle was going to be all rope and macrame because that seemed like a texture you would associate with vines and rain forests, but the idea evolved into the vacation one instead. - There was a lot more of Poppy, Branch and JD trying to get through the jungle to get to the island resort which was cut because it was too long and dragging the scene. - At one point they were going to have Branch surprised by the sudden appearance of the head of the first Vacaytioner (the one on the rock climbing wall). He pulls out a slingshot to defend them but the rock bounces back and knocks out his tooth, after which he has a whistle when he breathes. - The animation team got to fill a kiddy pool behind the studio with water beads and threw in Trolls toys to see how they moved through it. (They also tried putting their faces in and as it turns out, you really can't breathe if you're under water beads, so Branch was right to be annoyed about Rhonda not being waterproof.) - The pools around the Vacay Island bar were designed because originally when the camera was focused on the Trolls, all you would see in the background were Vacaytioner feet walking by, which was boring. The pools allow us to see their faces and it was more interesting to see them swimming and lounging around. - During one of the early test screens, when Branch breaks out in "You're all I ever wanted" during the song, the test audience burst out into cheers, completely delighting the team. - Poppy's "I can't believe this is really happening!" scream during the dance was an Anna Kendrick improv line. - The cookies Bruce tosses to his kids are supposed to look like the foam circles you tie on your keys when you're driving a boat. - Commentary quote: "And the nachos are hard plastic. Don't eat them."

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orientation: cisbi girl♀️

status: single + no caregiver or sibs. really wanna be someones lil girl, be a lil sister and make friends!! <3 ( ≧ᗜ≦)

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likes: omgomg i luvvv drawing and coloring, making snacks, writing+reading fanfiction, late 90s+Y2K childhood stuff, watching cartoons (tom n jerry, angelina ballerina, ed edd n eddy, peep and the big wide world, charlie and Lola, zaboomafoo, spongebob, ni hao kailan, hero: 108, adult swim cartoons, simpsons, king of thr hill, samurai jack, powerpuff girls, puffy ami yumi, sagwa, toddworld, the save-ums, wonder pets, FHFIF, charlie brown and the peanuts, lucky star, pink panther, maisy mouse, popeye, nanalan, betty boop, chowder, adventure time, flapjack and moreee), rilakkuma, littlest pet shop, tamagotchi, bratz, sanrio characters like kogimyuun and keroppi, animal crossing (new leaf+new horizons), nintendogs, kingdom hearts 358/2, will build as i remember!!! >w< nyaaa

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Betty Boop was created in 1930 by animator and artist Grim Natwick. The original Betty Boop was a redhead with blue eyes and was based on Paramount Pictures top star Clara Bow.

Natwick created Betty for Dave Fleischer and Max Fleischer and their studio the Fleischer Studios. The character became a success in 1932. Max Fleischer promised to return Betty Boop to her original creator after the series had ended but he didn't keep his promise.

After Fleischer died, Natwick tried to sue the Fleischer Studios but he had no proof that he created or owned the character. Fleischer Studios and third-parties made billions off of the character, and Natwick did not get any royalties.

The Fleischer Studios maintain that Natwick's contribution was small, however this was a fabrication lie spread by the Fleischer family to discredit him.

[girlfairysmokinggirlweed]

finding myself evermore in love with femininity,

there’s always things to be sad about but as it becomes a new year,,, I wanna recount the big steps ive taken in 2024 to be more true to myself.

I came out as transgender to my dad a little over a month ago, and it’s opened a door with both of my parents for discussions and experiences that have brought me so much peace and joy

The month before that I finally got my dream femme haircut. Have been growing it out the last year and a half and before the cut it was long but kind of a mess. I have had so much fun styling it, before and after getting bangs and aaaa, it’s crazy to see how much I look like my sister

In October I had my first slutty girl holloween?? yes I froze my ass off but the mini betty boop dress gave everything I have to give:) thank u party city for supplying me the smallest piece of fabric and to an old coworker for the sexy too-tall heels.

This last summer was so beyond freeing, the year prior I had grown comfort with my partner at the time and was loving cute outfits and shaving my legs,,,, well! being single and enjoying the weather I showed so much skin and got tan thighs for the first time in my life

move back to a little before in May a friend did my first photoshoot where im femme-presenting and let’s just say they were so good I changed my insta username;)))

I’ve become soo much more social, partly feel like now that I look more like myself, it’s easier to talk to people? and,,, how do I say the type of people I want to talk to are just drawn to me. I’ve been invited out to bars for nights of friends, fun and drinks so much at this point it’s my normal- and I love it.

I’ll end this year review with just how much better of a time I had at my entire family get together for christmas yesterday than I ever could have guessed. Something about- feeling the flow of moving around and talking to everyone? I’ve always wanted to chat with an older cousin of mine whose lesbian and Gorgeous and doesn’t live to far from me, but she’s always seemed so confidently gay it made me insecure- so!! Not only did we chat but she (and her girlfriend earlier in the day when I was talking w her) invited me to come hangout sometime.

if I could tell myself something last year at this time, it would be that once you fully accept your feelings on being trans- you are single handedly the only one standing in your way. It’ll feel like others opinions hold weight- but the second you hear your hearts song and hold it as your own, there is nothing standing between you and being who I want to be💞

[maamsshopbaby]

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[embroidery-pro]

Bringing Betty Boop to Life

Bringing Betty Boop to Life:

Embroidery Machine Designs for the Iconic Cartoon Character

  Betty Boop, the vivacious and timeless cartoon character, has captured hearts since her debut in the 1930s. With her distinctive appearance, flirtatious personality, and iconic "Boop-Oop-a-Doop" catchphrase, Betty Boop has become a beloved figure in popular culture. Now, embroidery enthusiasts can bring this classic character to life through intricate machine embroidery designs. In this post, we'll explore the world of Betty Boop embroidery patterns, their applications, and tips for achieving the best results. The Enduring Appeal of Betty Boop Before diving into the embroidery designs, let's take a moment to appreciate why Betty Boop continues to resonate with fans nearly a century after her creation. Created by Max Fleischer, Betty Boop was one of the first animated sex symbols, known for her flapper girl style, big eyes, and curly hair. Her confident and carefree attitude made her a symbol of the Roaring Twenties and an early feminist icon. Today, Betty Boop's image adorns countless products, from clothing to home decor. Her timeless appeal makes her an excellent subject for embroidery projects, allowing crafters to incorporate a touch of vintage charm and playful nostalgia into their creations. Betty Boop Embroidery Designs: A World of Possibilities Our collection of Betty Boop embroidery designs offers a wide range of options for embroidery enthusiasts. From her classic pose with a wink and a smile to more elaborate scenes featuring Betty in various outfits and settings, there's a design to suit every project and skill level. Some popular designs include: - Classic Betty: The quintessential Betty Boop pose, perfect for adding a touch of retro flair to any item. - Seasonal Betty: Designs featuring Betty in holiday-themed outfits, ideal for creating festive decorations or gifts. - Profession Betty: Betty dressed up in various career outfits, from nurse to chef to rockstar. - Pinup Betty: More sultry designs capturing Betty's flirtatious side, great for adding a bit of sass to your projects. - Betty with Props: Designs incorporating Betty with iconic items like her pudgy pup, Pudgy, or a vintage microphone. Applications for Betty Boop Embroidery Designs The versatility of Betty Boop designs makes them suitable for a wide array of projects. Here are some popular applications: - Apparel: Add Betty to t-shirts, jackets, caps, and other clothing items for a fun, retro look. - Home Decor: Create unique throw pillows, wall hangings, or tea towels featuring Betty Boop. - Accessories: Embellish bags, purses, and even shoes with Betty Boop designs. - Quilting: Incorporate Betty Boop into quilt blocks for a whimsical touch. - Gifts: Personalize items like aprons, cosmetic bags, or tablet cases with Betty Boop designs for memorable presents. Tips for Successful Betty Boop Embroidery To ensure your Betty Boop embroidery projects turn out beautifully, consider these tips: - Choose the Right Fabric: Opt for stable fabrics that can support the detail in Betty Boop designs. Medium-weight cotton, twill, or stabilized knits work well. - Use Proper Stabilizers: Always use appropriate stabilizers to prevent puckering and ensure clean stitching. Water-soluble stabilizers can help with intricate details. - Select Thread Colors Carefully: Betty Boop's iconic look relies on specific colors. Choose high-quality threads in black, white, red, and flesh tones to capture her essence accurately. - Test Your Design: Always stitch out a test sample before embarking on your final project. This allows you to make necessary adjustments to tension, thread colors, or design size. - Mind Your Machine Settings: Adjust your machine's settings according to the complexity of the design. Slower speeds may be necessary for intricate details. - Pay Attention to Design Size: Ensure the design size is appropriate for your project. Scaling a design too small may result in loss of detail, while oversizing can lead to loose stitches. Legal Considerations When using Betty Boop designs, it's crucial to respect copyright and licensing agreements. Using these designs for personal projects is generally acceptable, but commercial use may require additional licensing. Caring for Betty Boop Embroidered Items To keep your Betty Boop embroidery looking fresh and vibrant: - Wash embroidered items inside out in cold water. - Use a mild detergent and avoid bleach. - Air dry when possible, or use a low heat setting if machine drying. - Iron from the back of the embroidery, using a pressing cloth to protect the stitches. Joining the Betty Boop Embroidery Community Embroidering Betty Boop designs can be more than just a solitary hobby. Join online forums, social media groups, or local embroidery clubs to share your creations, get inspiration, and exchange tips with fellow Betty Boop enthusiasts. You might even find opportunities to participate in Betty Boop-themed craft fairs or exhibitions. Conclusion Betty Boop embroidery designs offer a delightful way to bring a touch of classic animation charm to your crafting projects. Whether you're a seasoned embroiderer or just starting out, there's a Betty Boop design that's perfect for your skill level and project needs. By following best practices and letting your creativity shine, you can create stunning, one-of-a-kind items that celebrate this enduring icon of American animation. So, dust off your embroidery machine, select your favorite Betty Boop design, and get ready to stitch some magic. With a wink, a smile, and a "Boop-Oop-a-Doop," Betty Boop is ready to add a dash of vintage glamour to your next embroidery adventure!   ... ... ... ... Read the full article

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[fashionveroshop]

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[saotome-michi]

Not quite.

First off, those photos aren't of Esther Jones they're of a Ukrainian model, Olya Gussy, cosplaying as Betty Boop

Here are some actual photos of Esther:

Esther was a child performer, she was active from the ages 8-16 approximately and disappeared from the public eye after that, so if you see any photos of grown women, those are not her. (The second photo above was allegedly taken when she was 16 just for reference)

Btw, these photos were taken from this website, which I recommend reading since it has a lot of interesting information on Esther Jones. Apparently the press called her the highest paid child performer in the world! She performed for royalty in Europe, played to sold out houses at the Moulin Rouge, and even shared the stage with Josephine Baker!

But returning to the subject at hand, notice how neither of the photos I posted above look like Betty Boop? While Esther did sing scat style with lyrics like "boo-did-do-doo" and "whad-da-da-da", she was not the only performer to do so and NEVER tried to "win the rights" to the character.

The performer who DID file a lawsuit claiming that Betty Boop was based on her, was Helen Kane, pictured below:

I'd say the likeness is pretty apparent. Also the song, "I wanna be Loved by You" is HER signature song, NOT Esther's, although Esther did perform it. She was known for singing in a baby voice and for her catchphrase "boop-oop-a-doop".

In 1932, Helen Kane filed a lawsuit against Max Fleischer and Paramount Publix Corporation, for "exploiting her image". The defense claimed that her style of singing was not unique to her, arguing that she was inspired by Baby Esther (yes this is where Esther comes in). They got Esther's first manager, Lou Bolton, to come to court and testify that Helen Kane had seen Esther perform and was inspired by her, coming up with "boop-oop-a-doop". It should be noted, however, that some historians, like jazz historian Robert O'Meally, have theorized that Fleischer Studios struck some kind of deal with Lou Bolton, to fabricate evidence in order to discredit Kane. This was certainly a possibility, considering that later on animator Grim Natwich, who allegedly created Betty Boop, stated that the character was based on Helen Kane:

According to animator Grim Natwick, it was he who created and designed the character while working on the Talkartoons. "One morning they put on my desk a copy of the 'Boop-Oop-a-Doop' song sung by Helen Kane," he told John Canemaker. "At that time there were no designers and no story men. We virtually wrote our own stories and designed our own characters, then animated them, and so it was with Betty. I'm not even sure she was okayed before I animated her."

(It is also stated in some articles that the Fleischers also admitted to Helen Kane being the model for the character, but I couldn't find a source for that.)

In the end, Helen Kane did not win the trial.

If you are interested in the trial, you can find more information here: https://bettyboop.fandom.com/wiki/$250,000_Infringement_Lawsuit

It's important to note that the true originator of "Boop-Boop-a-Doop" is believed to be African American singer, actress, dancer and comedian Gertrude Saunders, who, after catching wind of the trial, said that she had "Boop-Boop-a-Dooped" in 1921, long before Betty Boop and Helen Kane and long before Baby Esther. However, I don't think that that weakens Helen Kane's argument that Betty Boop was based on her, considering... everything.

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[radikalrags]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Vintage Betty Boop Long Sleeve Baby Tee Size Large.

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[cosmomoore]

I received some really cute Betty Boop fabric from @dollsahoy and @lenabloo yesterday!!

Thank you both for thinking of me!! There are some really cute illustrations that I can't wait to make some dolls clothes out of! All of the prints are really well sized and well spaced for doll clothes making!!

The prints paired with clothing ideas kind of remind me of the designer x pop culture property trend (like Moschino x Barbie, Moschino x MLP, etc).

I can't wait to turn these into something!! Thank you both again so much! 😊

[beigehearts]

this is a mastered version of these drabbles

this is part 2, NSFW, when you land a hit on the adult trio

TW: noncon fingering, noncon blowjob, noncon sex, unprotected sex, physical trauma, blood

DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE NOT 18+ DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU ARE NOT 18+

this one is much more delicious than the last one 😈 i was in a betty boop mood so those are the gifs

Illumi

His rough hand grips your chin even tighter, as if he's trying to push straight through your jaw. He looks you in your eyes and you can see something brewing in them.

"You are to look at me when I am speaking."

His bone shattering grip tightens on your jaw when you dare to look away from him. He studies your face closely until he lets go, dropping you to the ground once again.

You reach your hand up to feel where he had just grabbed you. Your fingers just barely ghost over the abused skin before you wince in pain. The bruises will definitely be just as painful as the initial injury.

You look down at your body and find yourself recoiling in disgust. You're pants are drenched in blood, in his blood. You had been dragged through his blood trail and it shows.

Finally, you look up to Illumi, and regret it. His eyes dawn something you've never seen in him before. Interest? Lust? Curiosity?

He halts you train of thought with his sudden words, "Normally I would instruct you to sleep outside with Mike under circumstances like this." He taps his foot and seems to ponder to himself, "But he's taken a liking to you."

He lifts his injured foot from the ground to take a look at it. "But I would like to figure something out." He says thoughtfully. Blood drips from his ankle and onto the ground. It seems like he'll never stop gushing blood.

You don't spend much time thinking about his words until he grabs you from the ground by under your arms and carries you away. What does he want to figure out? Whatever it is, it can't be good.

He closes the door behind the both of you, and places you on your bed. You look at your hands that are doused in blood and have the sudden urge to gag. So much blood from this one man, and you're absolutely drenched in it.

He places a hand on the side of your face, a bloody hand. "I've been curious." He states.

He places one hand on your chest, and gently lays you down. His gentleness is more than a surprise to you. But as you're laid flat, you get an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.

He fingers the waistband of your pants, toying with it. "I want to see what you look like without utter disdain for me."

His fingers slip under the waistband and begins tugging on it. Your heart begins to pound and panic begins to over take your sense. "I- Illumi, what are you..." You can't even bring yourself to finish your sentence. Never has Illumi treated you this way and it practically immobilizes you.

He tugs down your pants, and when your hands shoot down to grab his he swats them away. He slowly inches the fabric off, until they're hung around your ankles.

You reach down to pull them back up but he lets out a guttural growl and mutters, "I'll break your wrists."

You slowly raise your hands back up to your chest and find yourself feeling helpless at the hands of your captor. He lays one hand on your chest, over top of your hands too to hold you down. His other hand plays with the hem of your panties and it takes your breath away. He seems entranced by the garment.

That same hand trails down your thigh, and grabs at your flesh like a kid playing with their new toy. He continues to paw at your fat, enjoying every squeeze he takes. But it doesn't last for long, his fingers ghost over your skin and find their way to your clothed, slick folds.

You blurt out as you try to sit up, fighting against the hand holding you down, "Illumi please, please, please stop..." You begin trailing off with your pleases, which becomes just internal cries.

He rubs up and down your clothed lips, and you wonder when you got so wet. But the barrier between you and your sweet skin seems to only frustrate him. He moves the fabric to the side and dives in.

His fingers rub up and down your womanhood experimentally. But it's not so experimental when his thumb begins rubbing your clit. He rubs gentle circles around it, pressing and pulling at it gently.

A gasp leaves your lips and when you try to sit up again, his hand shoves you back into the mattress.

A finger begins to tantalizingly rub outside of your entrance. Tears begin brimming in your eyes from the battle of fear and pleasure.

He pushes his index finger in, only a digit and seems to wait for a reaction. He doesn't have to wait long, you buck your hips against his hand and let out strained whimpers. He takes this as a sign to continue.

He slowly pushes his cold finger all the way inside, curling and prodding against your walls. You can't help as your body yearns for his touch, begs for him to assault you more. He begins thrusting his finger in and out of you, causing you to squirm in your spot as you bite back a moan.

You're unprepared when without warning, he thrusts two more fingers inside of you, painfully stretching your walls. You cry out in pain and squirm against his grasp. But the pain subsides into irresistible pleasure. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you until you're crying out in pleasure. He watches your face as sweat and tears stream down your skin.

Your walls begin to clench around his fingers and you let out a loud, pained moan. Your orgasm is so pleasurable that you find yourself aching from your very core.

But you're given no time to recover, his fingers continue pumping in and out of you, dragging out your orgasm as long as possible.

But he doesn't stop. No. He doesn't stop. He retracts his hand from your chest, and begins playing with your clit, rubbing it somewhat aggressively while his fingers continue plunging into you. You don't last half as long as you did before. Your legs shake and your eyes roll to the back of your head. His cold fingers thrusting in and out of you, pressing against your cervix with every thrust brings you to another orgasm.

You grip the sheets and cry out, begging him to keep going, begging him to let you ride this out.

Your body clenches around him and you can hear and feel your fluids gushing out of you.

You begin seeing stars and you rest a hand on top of your head, trying to gather some sense of self.

Illumi observes his hand, and licks your juices off of his fingers. He seems to take a liking to your flavor because he leans down and presses his face in between your legs. He licks a slow and agonizing line between your folds, until he can't hold back. He laps up your juices like he's starving and he can't get enough of you.

But he doesn't give you the painful satisfaction of another orgasm. He stands up and looks down on your pitiful body,

"So that's how."

Hisoka

He sits up, a string of spit and blood connecting your tongues. He leans down again and you prepare for the mouth assault, but it never comes. He bites down on your neck and you let out a pathetic whimper. You can feel a trickle of blood falling from his bite mark.

He presses his lips against your ear and with a low grumble says,

"It only turns me on more."

Oh fuck oh fuck. You've really done it now. You destroyed your one chance of escape and pissed off your captor. While his face doesn't show any signs of anger it doesn't need to, you can feel it.

Realizing that you can't scream or even cry out strikes fear into your heart, stripping you of your last line of defense.

Hisoka tastes your blood on his tongue and then croaks, "I could kill you right now. Right here. With my bare hands, I would watch you bleed out slowly with immeasurable satisfaction."

He traces lines up and down your neck, examining his handy-work. "But what's the point of breaking a toy you haven't even played with yet?"

Before you can process his words, he stands up and grabs you by the roots of your hair. You wish you could scream out in pain but the most you can manage are pitiful whimpers. He drags you, and your skull screams out in pain. He lifts you up by your hair and you claw at your hands. It doesn't bother him in the slightest.

He shoves you against the wall and removes his hand to hold you up by your waist. Your head begins to throb and you find it hard to focus your vision on anything.

His hand traces circles on your skin, and his nails continuously bite into your flesh. His hand travels down from your belly to your thighs, and back up again... You squirm as his fingers snake their way under your skirt, the skirt that he made you wear.

You go to punch him, but it's meaningless against his iron exterior. This annoys him and you reap the repercussions instantly. He let's go of your waist but before you drop to the ground, he wraps his fingers around your throat. He lifts you against the wall, and your toes barely touch the ground. You let out a pained gurgling sound and claw at his wrist.

It's as if you weight nothing to him, you're some toy he can manhandle. He pulls you from the wall only to quickly slam you against it again. Your skull makes a loud cracking sound against the wall and your arms go limp as tingles find their way through your body. You wish you could make any sound, any indication of pain, just for your own sanity. He moves you so that your feet can touch the ground again and that provides the smallest amount of comfort.

You close your eyes in defeat, there's no point in fighting if you don't want a fractured skull. You try to zone out, think of anything else but those cold, cold hands that invade you. You're quickly pulled from that trance when lips meet your own. And by meet, you mean assault. You shut your eyes tightly and hold your lips closed.

You're no match for him though, his tongue pushes through your lips and he licks at every crevice of your mouth. He presses his tongue against your own and you almost gag and his saliva mixes with your blood again.

He pulls his head back, only to attack your shoulder. He leaves painful bites up and down your skin- but you can't even whimper in pain.

He brings his other hand up, and pushes his fingers inside of your mouth, coating them with a good amount of saliva. That same hand trails down your body, finding its way between your legs. You can feel your body trembling in his grasp and all you can do is be manhandled by him.

Two, wet fingers, begin to massage your folds, unobstructed by cloth since he doesn't let you wear panties. They squeeze at your swollen bud, and then travel to your hole. He debates stretching you out for him, but where's the fun in that?

He retracts his hand from your core and tightens his grip on your throat. He chuckles and licks at your earlobe, "I know you want my cock in you. I know you want me so badly pet."

He hoists your lower half up so your legs are wrapped around his slender but sturdy waist. You can feel his member prodding at your warmth, it's rock solid and pulsating. You want to beg for him to stop but all that escapes your mouth are hitched, shallow breaths.

You grab fistfuls of his coffee-stained shirt and tug at it. He puts the tip of dick into your hole, and you can already feel the burning of the stretch. But he doesn't wait for you to adjust. He pulls you down onto him, pushing his entire member inside of you in one thrust. Pain shoots up your back and your body begins to sweat, trying to fight him. But the clenching of your pussy around him has the opposite effect.

He pulls out, so his length has almost completely left your body, and thrusts into you. His thrusts are hard and heavy and fast. Your walls stretch to fit his cock, molding around his shape. With each thrust the tip of his member presses against your cervix, trying to push further.

His hand reaches between the two of you, and begins rubbing circles on your clit. The pain subsides into pleasure, and then into immense pleasure. He rubs your swollen and needy nub while thrusting into you relentlessly. You gasp for air but the cruel hand around your throat refuses to let you. Your vision begins to blur and your head begins to ring.

The feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you, pressing against every nerve in your pussy becomes torturous, and your body begins to move in tandem with his.

You hadn't thought it possible but he thrusts faster, and the wet squelching sounds brings a furious blush to your face. Your body begins to cry out, and it becomes too much for you. Your walls clench around his length and he groans when you do so. Your legs spasm and huge waves of relief and pleasure rush through your body.

He doesn't stop. You ride out your orgasm on his thick cock and he moves both of his hands to grab your waist. He holds you down against him so he can fuck up into your tight, throbbing, hole.

He lets out a low grunt and holds you down on his cock, so you can't move an inch. You can feel his tip pressing against your cervix and your legs shake uncontrollably. His warm and thick cum fills your walls, and he holds you there for a moment even after he's finished fucking you.

Before he pulls out, he thrusts into you one last time with his half-limp dick, and drops you to the ground. You fall to the hard tile with a loud thump, and a terrible pain shoots up your spine. You hold your hands to your throat and gasp for air even though it burns your throat.

He zips up his pants and looks down at you, sitting pathetically on the floor in a pool of your own and his cum. It drips from your pussy, leaking onto the floor.

"You better clean that up." He says with a scoff. He turns on his heel and calls out as he walks away, "I don't want dry cum on my floor."

Chrollo

You give up squirming and relax your muscles, and let the sobs rack your body. You sob out and feel yourself shaking in his grasp.

He shushes you and brings his hand up to your head, petting you.

But your fate is sealed with his simple words.

"That's why I love you so much."

He turns you to face him, and holds your chin to look at your ugly sobbing. He smiles sweetly and whispers, "But you hurt me, so you have to be punished."

He lets go of your shaking form and you step back some. "Get on your knees." He commands.

Your eyes go wide and you shake your head violently.

He sighs and you can feel him staring at you even in the dark. "Do I need to put you on your knees?"

It's a hard choice, be humiliated and get down voluntarily, or fight and then have your kneecaps busted. Part of you wants to fight him with every inch of yourself but the other wants to keep your knees as they are.

You bend down slowly, kneeling on the cold and rough carpet. You can already tell that you knees will be raw after kneeling on the scruffy carpet for a while.

You keep your eyes trained on his shoes which you can barely make out in the darkness.

His voice cuts through the silence, "Take it out."

"Take what out?" You ask dumbly.

He leans down some to grab your chin and force you to look up at him, "You're not stupid. Take it out."

He lets go of your chin and you nod to yourself. You can do this, you'll just get it over with. Just get it over with. Your shaky hands travel to the zipper of his pants, and you struggle to pull it down. Your body is fighting every single one of your movements. You can tell that he's watching you intently.

You pull his pants down and you can feel the fabric of his boxers. His member is painfully hard and begging to be released from it's confines. You pull his boxes down and cringe when his dick springs upwards, taunting you only inches away from your face.

You give him a pleading look but he shows no mercy. "Suck it." Is all he says.

His cock twitches and you can feel your pride being wounded with every passing second. You reach for his member but he stops you, "Don't use your hands." He commands.

There's no chance that you'll have an ounce of self respect after this. Hesitantly you move your head forward until your lips brush against his tip. You want to make this as brief as possible, so you waste no time in inviting his cock into your mouth. You open your mouth and slowly push your tongue down his length.

His dick touches the back of your throat, but you're not even half way there. You repress a gag and clench your thumb under your fist. But he's impatient it seems. He's never impatient with you.

His hand grabs a fistful of your hair and shoves you all the way down his length. Your teeth scrape against him and you can hear him hiss through his teeth. You can't help but gag as bile begins to rise in your throat. He moves your head back and you gasp for air desperately but the emptiness in your throat is short lived.

He pulls you back down his length and your nose presses against his pelvis. He holds your head in place this time, and fucks into your mouth. You gag and flail but to no avail. You can feel the imprint his dick is making as it drags in and out of your mouth. Drool drips from your mouth and he lets out a low moan when he feels your teeth gently scrape against him.

Your eyes are watering and you're trying your best to hold back the puke fighting it's way up your throat. The sight of your pathetic and messy expression only turns him on more. He begins fucking even faster into your mouth and you hope to some god out there that he's close.

Someone answers your prayers. He pulls your head all the way dow. his length again, and your nose is pressed into his pubic hair. You can't gasp for air, or even make a noise as he blocks your airways. Your throat spasms around him and he let's out a loud moan. He releases his seed into you, and it goes straight down your throat. He cums for a full 15 seconds, and your vision begins going dark as you're denied any air at all.

He holds his cock in your pretty little mouth for a second to make sure that you've swallowed every last drop of him.

He pulls out of your mouth and you fall back, gasping for air. The bitterness in your mouth is enough to make you puke. You hold your throat and can't help when the violent coughs begin to overtake your senses.

Chrollo squats down and looks you in the eye with another sickeningly sweet smile,

"What a good girl you are."

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Kinktober Day 1: Facesitting||Anonymous Sex - Johnson

Word Count: 2174

Warnings: Oral, overstimulation, faded sex, slight angst

A/N: Hello! So, I kinda got a bit carried away with this one *looks at the word count* hehe. But I hope you enjoy reading this fic. Was a bit hesitant at first while writing this smut, but with a few readings from a couple of friends, I continued writing! It's sort of unfinished, a work in progress. The rest of the kinktober day's will probably be short, not sure yet. I have a few exams this week and work is being a cunt, so the writing will be delayed for a short while, sorry. Also, I refer to Johnson in this fic as "The Man" cause of the anonymous sex part. Anyways, again, hope you enjoy reading! Let me know what you think. I do accept feedback/criticism, just don't abuse that power. And I hope ya'll are having a wonderful day. -Ren

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“So, do you mind telling me where the hell we’re going, Frankie?” the strawberry-blonde glanced over at her friend sitting beside her, gripping anxiously at the steering wheel.

Frankie had her head leaned halfway against the open window of the moving car. Feeling the cool summer-night breeze hit her face while her hand traces circles on her wooden thigh. A small yet noticeable grin leisurely forms on the brunette’s face, thinking about tonight’s plans. She had been looking forward to this night for some time, finally be able to get away from the Bang-a-Rang - a place she once called home but is now a prison - and go wherever the river takes her.

“Hello? Earth to Frankie.” Frankie opened her eyes, turning her head swiftly towards the calling of her name. “Are you going to answer my question? Or do I have to turn the damn car around and drive back?”

Frankie pressed her lips together, letting out an exasperate sigh. “You worry too much, V,” she finally replied in a soft, choleric voice.

“No shit,” V retorted, “I rather not have Aunt Rosemary or Dennis be on my fucking ass if you’re doing something that could get us in trouble. Or worse, killed.” She glanced once more at Frankie with a furrowed brow. The brunette rolled her eyes with a snarl, glaring back out the window, head resting in hand. The pale broad’s narrowed eyes dropped into a pitiful look, sighing as she turned her attention back on the road. “Look, hon. I’m trying to be there for you more and back you up, but you can’t just leave me in the dark. You know what happened last time, fuck, it scared the living shit out of me.” Frankie’s eyes darted down at her wrist, seeing the visible dark-faded bruises wrapped around her like a cuff. Her face scrunched mournfully at the memory, remembering how painfully tight those bastards tied the chains. “I don’t want you to die, Frankie,” V finished, becoming teary-eyed.

The strawberry-blonde jumped at the gentle touch of something weighing on her shoulder. Looking over, she saw the olive-skin hand belonging to Frankie, giving a light squeeze for reassurance. “Didn’t know you cared this much about me, V. Thanks,” Frankie gave a half sympathetic smile, V returning a similar smile. “But you should save that melancholic shit-talking for your butch when it gets close to war,” She quipped, making V scowl and slap Frankie’s hand off her shoulder.

“Fuck you, bitch.” Frankie couldn’t help but tilt her head back and release a cackle as V continued staring angrily at the road.

“I’m just fucking with you, puta. You know I love you.” The brunette adjusted herself in her seat, now sitting up straight. “Anyways, a little birdie sent me a note to meet them at this motel in town,” Frankie pulled out a wrinkled note from the pocket of her shorts, handing it to V, “Mira. Thought I could -you know- check it out.” V quickly snatched the piece of paper, silently reading it while keeping an eye on the road.

In town only for tonight. Meet me at the Woodland Motel at 8 pm sharp, don’t be late. See you there.

Ps. bring the thing XO

“The thing?” V quirked up a brow, turning to Frankie with a puzzled expression. All the brunette could do was shrug at her response, fixing her spaghetti strap. V scoffed as she shook her head in disbelief, “Do you even know who you’re meeting? It could be some crazy lunatic who’ll bash your brains out or make you end up in a tub full of ice with a missing organ!” Frankie reached to grab the note out of her friend’s hand as she was waving it around in the air. “Honestly, Frankie. Do you not see the red flags here?”

“Nope.” The brunette answered with a popping sound on the p, “Plus, I know him. Known him for a pretty long time. And besides-” she bends down, tracing her fingers on the smooth wood of her prosthesis. Finding the split crack, she gently pulled at it to reveal a hollowed compartment and a revolver nestled inside. “-if I ever am in danger. I always have this.” She took the gun out of its chamber, swaying it in the air.

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Lighting another cigarette, the man watched from his car as the brunette struts out of the front office towards the parked convertible, bending down to lean against the car’s open window of the driver’s side.

The last time he saw her, her shaggy hair was long and vibrant, reaching down to her backside, her bangs acting as curtains to shield away her flaws, as she called it. Now her hair was short - below the ears and sleek, it reminded him of Betty Boop.

It was unclear what she was saying to her friend, but not even a minute passed when the convertible came to life and started to drive off, leaving the girl wiggly waving goodbye. Once the car was out of sight, she twirled in the direction of her room.

He couldn’t help but stare longingly at her ass. How her shorts hugged tightly around the brunette, revealing more of her curves and backside. Even her tight-fitted tank top that displayed her womanly busty’s made the man’s cock twitch as they bounced merrily.

When she entered the motel room, the man waited a couple more minutes, taking one good draw of his cigarette puffing out a cloud of smoke before exiting the vehicle. Throwing the cig on the ground, he swaggers across the street, taking out a spare room key from the pocket of his blazer, and approached quietly to the door to room 6.

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Frankie let out a faint moan, feeling a wave of pleasure overtake her as she played frantically with her clit. Her face growing red hot, firmly cupping one of her breasts, whimpering lowly when she twisted the nipple to feel the burning friction and pressed down on a particular spot of her clit that made her see stars.

After she stepped inside the room, the brunette did not waste time quickly disposing of all her clothes and hopped daintily on top of the bed, not even bothering to turn on the light. She wanted to start slowly, gradually roaming her hands around her body and steadily rubbing her slit on the outer layer of her boxers, but the brunette was impatient. Hungry for the pleasure that would push her over the edge. Intimacy she hadn’t felt for a long time.

Now, sprawled out on the bed, Frankie writhed in frustration, her free hand clenching the pillow below her head as she concentrated on the small squelching sounds of her pussy from teasing her bud. Eyes shut tight, biting back her cries of bliss. She could feel it rising, the knot in her stomach tightening, aching to be released. Yet Frankie refused to, not wanting to climax so soon. Not without him.

She wondered where he was. Wishing -fuck- begging for him to show up and claim her, ruin her, make her a mess. Turning her head toward the nightstand, she saw the red numbers illuminate from the digital clock reading 8:22 pm. Maybe he was running late. The river always kept him busy and distracted, slowly drifting him away from her, leaving her to sink further into the watery depths of the current to drown. Maybe she was set up, that this was another one of the pin-up’s sick jokes to get back at her. Frankie’s chest ached tightly at the many dejecting thoughts consuming her, stopping and removing her hand out of her boxers. He’s not showing up, Frankie thought, tears beginning to cloud her vision.

Suddenly, a pair of hands swiftly grabbed her by the leg and thigh, pulling the brunette down at the edge of the bed. Frankie released a startled squeal, opening her eyes widely to see the dark outline of a man hovering above, two dimly lit orbs longingly staring at her. She gazed back up at the man with a slack-jaw, blushing. Wondering how long had he been here, watching her touch herself soundlessly. Her breath hitched, jolting when she felt the cold but comforting touch of the man, delicately tracing her slender frame. Sending her body trembling every time the tip of his fingers draw near a sensitive bit. He moves down to her breasts, burying his face between them, giving small pecks and soft bites of reassurance that left the brunette flush, turning her head to the side biting her fist to hold back the moans. Noticing this, the man then latched his mouth onto one of her nipples. Frankie hissed and jerked at the pleasurable shock as he sank his teeth into her, granting a loud moan to escape from her lips. She could sense the man looking up, smirking smugly. He repeated his action one more time, greedily wanting to hear her whines and soundless beggings.

Hooking a finger on the waistband of her boyshorts, he steadily tugged the fabric down, opening her legs to fully exposing her wetness. The brunette’s breathed heavily as the man left a trail of tender kisses, going down between her legs. Before he could press his lips against her heat, his hand brushed her thigh accidentally, making the girl flinch and back away out of instinct. He looked up at her with a furrowed brow, questioning what he did to make her panic and flee so slightly. Then it hit him. His eyes darted back at her leg and at the wooden prosthesis still strapped onto her mid-thigh, realizing the mistake he made. He looked back up to her, kissing her other leg apologetically, signaling that he wasn’t going to do anything she was thinking of again. Frankie mumbled an ok before moving hesitantly closer, carefully leaning back and opening her legs once more.

Immediately, he sinks his face into her cunt, dragging his tongue up and down her slit to savor her juice. Frankie whined and stirred, arching her back at the feeling of him vigorously eating her out. As his mouth focused on engorging her clit, he worked two fingers into her hole, perfectly sliding inside her.

The brunette choked out a moan at the intrusion, grabbing ahold of the bedsheets as he slowly dragged his fingers out and quickly shoved them back in, setting a rough pace that hit her g-spot with every thrust. Her hips began to move to meet his fingers and tongue as he proceeded to fuck her, picking up his pace and going knuckles deep. She felt pressure build in the pit of her stomach, increasing by the second. With a brisk roll of his tongue over her clit, Frankie arched her back and spasmed into a powerful orgasm.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Frankie’s eyes rolled back as her body shook violently, huffing out of breath at the sensation.

When the brunette came down from her high, she thought that was the end of it. Only for the man to grab both her hips and pulled Frankie closer to his face, continuing to burrow his tongue into her, repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. Frankie tensed up at the feeling of being stimulated again, bracing for another climax that was closing in. She reached down to try and pull his head away from her. To no avail, the man moving it away by extending his hand out to hers, fingers intertwined. No matter how many times she squirmed away from the man’s face, he would always go forward and proceed to work on her cunt, digging his nails into her skin. Then the brunette made an attempt to roll over to detach his lips from her folds, but it only flipped him over to his back, pulling her to sit on his face.

“S-stop. I-It’s too -fuck- It’s too much,” The brunette arose, gripping at the man’s hands as support, as well as to pry them open, “Fu-Fuck, I’m gonna- AH!” She cried out, snapping her head back as another orgasm came crashing shockwaves of ecstasy into her. The man emitted a mm, parting his lips away from her snatch to breathe. Frankie took it as an opportunity to free herself from him, wearily getting off and slumping next to the man on her back, also catching her breath.

Not even a minute had passed when she heard the metal clang of a belt and looked down to see the silhouette of the man seated upwards. He began to remove his pants, tugging them down to his knees, and turned to face the brunette.

“Just give me a minute.” She responded with a raspy voice, lifting herself gradually. Frankie perched at the side of the bed, unclasping the leather strap of her prosthesis. Removing her leg, she leaned it against the wall and crawled back to the middle, spreading out to present herself to the man. With a slight close-lipped smile, she purred, “Ready when you are, cariño.”