#GIVE ME A SECC

[t4tails]

i just got the FUNNIEST idea for a sonic character bracket. trans headcanon showdown with only sonic characters. hold on im making this

[furrbbyx]

The Orc's Obsession ch 2: Drugged

Ch 2 summary: Explicit long seccs scene below. Bagul decides that he's going to move things along. He's only interested in success. Y/N you haven't been exactly thrilled but Bagul thinks he knows how to cheer you up.

NSFW. Approx 3600 words

TW: Dubcon, irreverent sexual language, drug use, attempted breeding

Do not reproduce, do not copy. You can find this in A03 under the same username.

You feel your body grow warm bit by bit. At first you think it's the heat from Bagul's body as you sit on his thigh and he feeds you. The large orc is practically a furnace. But as the feeling of heat moves through your body so does a numbness until you slump against his side unable to move your limbs or speak. You panic, rolling your eyes up to try and see his face but all you can see is his neck and the hairy underside of his chin.

A chuckle rumbles through his chest and he puts down the pasta shell he had been about to feed you.

"Ah, feeling a little more affectionate now that I've fed you, hmm?" He says in a self satisfied tone. Mocking you.

What is happening?! You think frantically. You can still feel everything, this isn't an astral projection or dream but you can't command your body to do anything other than swivel your eyes around. Fuck!

"Don't worry". You're unnerved by the cooing in Bagul's voice. He settles back in the chair and adjusts your body cradling you in his lap with your face pressed to the crook of his neck. The pulse of him beats strongly against your lips. His big soft hand rubbing up and down your arm.

" I could tell you needed help relaxing so I made you something special. You may not be able to move, but you'll feel everything." His hand cups your breast.

Your thoughts reel with fear and rage. The fucking psycho had drugged you. Was he going to...?

"In fact it will enhance everything you're feeling twice as much" He purrs and rubs his thumb over your nipple which perks up and hardens painfully quick sending hot electric sensation through your body.

You want to get away from the feeling but you're drowning in it, barely able to moan.

He carries you to the bedroom and lays you down in the middle the orc sized bed in the room. You can't see much but you do notice some familiar stuffed animals and toys near your head.

Be for real!

You recognized that of the gifts you had rejected, and they are staring, watching him do this to you like sinister little minions.

"I knew one day you'd come to me." Bagul says and your eyes snap back to him. He's standing at the foot of the bed smirking down at you with a possessive unhinged light gleaming in his eyes. "Of course I kept all of your gifts safe for you. I know you didn't mean it when you told me you didn't want them."

He reaches under you shirt the fabric stretching over his hand, he pushes your bra aside and fondles each of your heavy breasts. Your insides sing with sensation. You throb as if he's plucked a heart string. For a moment you close your eyes.

Your tits have always been super sensitive. Now you want to writhe from the intense pleasure.

"Just like I know you really want me Y/N." (Plus sized Y/N)

You glare at him fighting hard not to enjoy the stimulation he's giving you. Fighting hard not let his crazy words fuel your growing excitement. Excitement to get revenge. There's something dark and hateful being born in you as he continues to touch you without your consent. Something just as unhinged as his fixation on you.

"So pretty like this" he murmurs "giving yourself to me." He watches his hand moving under your shirt and you can see him run his other hand slowly over his thick chest, then lower until he closes his eyes with a grunt.

You feel disgust rise and tangle with your fury. Being aromantic has made you think this kind of devotion is pathetic. Seeing Bagul loose control this badly makes you roll your eyes.

He starts to remove your clothes. The slightly cooler air has you shivering with gooseflesh which seems overwhelming thanks to the drug running through your veins. You wonder how long this will last. You didn't detect it at all in your food which makes it harder for you to guess what kind he has used.

Bagul is panting slightly as he gently removes the last of your clothing and runs his hands all over your body.

"You're going to enjoy this. You don't have a choice" He says in a low voice with a smile. "If you had just let me touch you, let me love you, I wouldn't have had to go this far." He kneels at the end of the bed. He pulls you closer and bends your knees spreading you open for him to see. He groans and licks his lips practically drooling.

He leans down to nuzzle your fluffy mound snuffling his broad nose through your curls. You can't see him but the sensations rushing through your body are overwhelming . You feel each huff of his hot breath as a caress and the skin of his face a sharp contrast against your spread legs. Even his tusks and beard send shocks of pleasure through you as they bump against your inner thighs.

Bagul kneads your thighs as he holds them open and says in a deceptively loving voice. "Turn your brain off my love. You might be able to hide behind your logical words but your body? Mmm. Your body can't lie when I'm touching you like this. You want me as much as I want you. You need me to make you feel goood" The last word is drawn out. He dips his head and rubs his nose up and down your slit, opening your lips as he snuffles through your folds like a greedy piglet looking to suckle.

"You're wet and swollen, aching for me (Y/N)" Bagul grits out muffled in your pussy. Your eyes roll back into your head. You're awash in sensation and emotion. Anger making your skin feel like it's burning at the same time that your mind is subjected to intense pleasure from the drug.

Bagul begins to lick and you struggle in your mind to get away from it. It feels too good. It feels like your body isn't even yours anymore, but you're trapped inside experiencing every hot drag of his thick fleshy tongue, so wide it feels like he's licking every inch of your throbbing pussy at once. His tusks prod your thickened pussy lips but then he's slurping them into his mouth grazing his teeth on your aching clit.

You can't even buck your hips or chase your orgasm by riding his face. You are captured by his whim. Bagul shifts his arms beneath your thighs and then his tongue is inside your tight entrance. His tusk poking your ass cheeks. He moves his tongue inside you truly trying to eat your insides and he groans with perverse satisfaction. He thrusts the writhing muscle inside your body again and again, rubbing against your quivering inner walls. Shifting once more he reaches over and pinches your engorged clit between his fingers. A fierce orgasm shatters your mind for long moments.

The sensation rolls through you like thunder. You squeeze your eyes shut tight and try to ride the bolt of lightening without losing your mind. You cum, squirting all over Bagul's face and in his mouth. He licks and sucks every drop he can get with greedy pleased noises.

You know this will only convince him that you want him. But you don't. How could you want anyone who would stoop this low to get to you? It repulsed you even as you came hard from his tongue.

"My mate" he growls over and over lapping at your over sensitive flesh.

"My mate, my mate, MY mate".

You feel tears leaking from your eyes as the stimulation turns to pain.

Finally Bagul smacks his lips and untangles himself from you, standing up. The front of his shirt is wet, his face and beard glistening. When he sees the tears he reaches down to wipe them away with a tender smile.

"Don't cry (Y/N). You will have my cock pushing against your womb shortly. So eager, hmm?"

You glare through your tears silently vowing to at least maim this orc if it's the last thing you do.

Bagul undresses while revealing his one sided plans for you future together. You try to focus on anything but his delusional ramblings.

Soon you feel the hot thick length of him against your pulsing folds. He runs the length over all of your dripping pussy.

"I'm going to take it slow for you because I know you need to get adjusted" he said in a conciliatory tone. "I might only give your hungry slit my tip this time" his cock head notches against your opening stretching you slightly. Then he backs off. There's a brief moment of silence in the room because he steps away leaving you splayed on the bed. He returns and tosses something on the bed next to you before you feel a huge finger spreading your pussy with a cool slippery substance. Bagul hums in appreciation as he slowly pushes his finger inside your body.

"I'm always going to take care of you like this Y/N." Another finger slides inside your throbbing pussy. He folds himself over you balancing on his forearm to carefully rub his face against yours with a rumble of satisfaction before standing again and repositioning his hard flesh against your soft flesh.

He works himself into your hot channel as slowly and deliberately as his fingers had. His fascinated gaze never leaves the sight of your cunt stretching and taking him inside.

Bagul's breath hisses out of him loudly as your cunt finally swallows his tip.

"You are so fuken tight (Y/N). I'm not going to last."

He groans so low it makes the air vibrate.

He continues you thrust shallowly into your body as if teasing himself, edging himself.

You watch his face twist in pleasure. His jaw hangs open as he pants.

He uses a hand to spread your pussy lips wide.

"There's no better view" he says. "I need to get a mirror in our bedroom and show you how good you look when I'm inside you. Perfect".

Bagul works his hips burying himself inside you, stroking a bit rougher. A look of surprise crosses his face then with a sudden grunt you feel his spend inside you as a hot, hot gush. He's barley inside your tight hot heat and he's coming buckets into your channel.

Bagul huffs as if he's run a few miles.

You watched his unrestrained rut with awe. How could a creature fall so besotted that they could not control their passion. Your lower belly quivers.

Your skin is flush your pussy mound feels puffy and tender. Your body covered in a light sweat. You still strain against every orgasm that rocks through you.

Bagul's breathing slows. His cock leaves you and you feel his seed dribbling from your opening. There's so much hot liquid between your legs it's making your head spin. You're almost impressed. None of your hook-ups had been an orc though you lived in a mixed race town with many species of creatures. And no one you'd bedded had produced so much cock jizz.

"Mmmm. You know that was just as perfect as I imagined. Too bad I couldn't fill you, but there's time for that yet."

His thumb runs through the mess he's made between your legs. Up and down it glides over your opening and painfully swollen clit. For a few moments it feels good but soon overwhelms you. You close your eyes and silently shudder through another forced orgasm.

"You shouldn't have made me wait this long Y/N. Look what you've been missing out on. This juicy little pussy is begging for me. Only me."

Y/N you've had enough of his manipulation. It's just unappealing. You start to wish you could enjoy these orgasms without his voice. It's some of the most mind bending sensations that have ever gone through your body. You don't appreciate the blatant misuse of matter magic since he'd obviously gotten a potion to drug you with, nor are you going to see his point of view. You can see through his posturing.

But the orgasms? They make your head hazy.

Bagul is moving things from the bed and carefully arranging the sheets.

He moves you and then lays beside you on his back. He cradles you between his massive body and arm. Placing a kiss in top of your head he murmurs

"Finally. Finally this pretty little woman is mine"

The skin to skin contact brings home just how sensitive the potion is making you. His skin feels like suede.

This barely explicit touch spreads another round of goosebumps over your body.

You can see the fine hairs covering his green skin. They are unexpected.

Bagul has a very interesting body, you think

It wasn't just his larger body or the prominent angles of his tusk filled jaw that is catching your attention. Not knowing orc kind has you thinking you had missed some opportunity to learn how to better reject Bagul.

You have been dealing him like an annoying human suitor but possibly you have encouraged him the way he understands courtship. Cultural difference may have pushed this exchange further than it should have gone.

Surely everyone agrees that drugging and then molesting your love interest is wrong. Despite culture, this has gone too far.

He truly is obsessed you realize. An escape won't be easy.

You start to better understand the dangerous situation he has you in here, miles away from home.

You know you won't have time to plan if this keeps up. Bagul is already rubbing against you like an eager puppy.

Bagul is definitely not like your other lovers. His sensual attention is heightened by the potion but you could also tell his skill.

You suddenly wonder about your impression of him as a creepy virgin. Who else had been in his sexual history?

Stay focused. You remind yourself. Empathizing with him will only make you confused. Though, you are a little cum-brained at the moment. You have never felt this kind of arousal.

Bagul has adjusted your bodies. He's 2 meters tall and bulky and you're honestly half his height with a soft chubby belly to go with your large tits and wide ass.

He lies with you against him and rubs your back. His hand moves and he squeezes your hip then your hand. He takes your hand and cups it around the head of his cock. The meaty head juts just barley from the velvet smooth sheath. He's masturbating with your hand, making insane low grunts of satisfaction.

"You got me hard already babe" he coos.

He rolls to his back taking you. Laying on him now he caresses your back again and grabs a two handfuls of your jiggling cheeks before dipping his fingers into the outer folds of your slit to massage in more lube.

You begin to wonder if some of the potion is wearing off because the touch doesn't immediately send you into a spiral of pleasure. You resist being swept under.

His cockhead is pressing against you.

A few slow thrusts and you're gripping him inside you. This time he doesn't stop at stretching you. He slowly forces himself inside gliding slickly against your inner walls. His hips sink back into the bed then bow up plunging your depths.

Soon stars are dancing across you vision with the feel of it. He's wide.

"So tight" he hisses as if in pain. He wraps his arms around you and grinds you down on to him.

"What are you doing to me? Babe?!"

With his feet pressing into the mattress Bagul levers his cock deeply inside your body. Your orgasms seems to come directly from that deep place fairly ripping your soul from it's mooring.

Your legs are spread wide over his hips as he pumps his girth steadily against your inner walls. Your pussy aches a little as it clenches around his massive meat. Every pulse of your walls seems mold them around his cock as it moves in and out of you.

His arms tighten around you and squeezing out some of your air. His hands move all over you. Hugging you close, then rubbing up and down your arms, then grabbing your ass then pressing you close grinding your clit against his pelvis. Bagul's fingers explore between your legs adding more sensations of stretching and sliding, hot skin and pressure. A hand slides into your hair.

You close your eyes tightly while waves of pleasure knock you closer and closer to insanity.

It's so much!

Bagul is pressing you to him so tightly you can barely breath and his stamina is relentless. His pace slows however and each thrust is a deliberate calculated thud that makes you want to squirm. His panting becomes ragged and finally he spills into your body. The liquid gush deposited more deeply inside but you could still hear and feel the excess squishing out.

"Y/N" he breathes out, keening your name. His hips still roll against you. As the high of the orgasm starts to wane you notice that you've balled your hands into fists. I can move!

You try to control more muscles of your body but it's still very hard. You feel some control of your mouth and vocals.

"My perfect mate. You'll stay with me forever right? I've shown you my devotion. You'll not find a better bed mate. I bet you're ruined for any other cock now, too" Bagul sounds entirely too pleased. Infuriating you.

"Fuck no!" you slur, surprised at how well you're able to control the volume of your voice. You mouth feels slow but at least the effects are wearing off. Bagul stiffens under you

"Not yoouere mate!" you try to say.

"What the fuck!" Bagul tosses you to the bed. You're able to angle your head enough to see him get out of the bed and gather something out of the beside table. A small crystal bottle! He rubs some of the potion on the tip of his finger and turns back to you. His face is flushed darker green and he looks upset.

"You think your're going to leave me after this? You're crazy!"

"You crazy!" you throw back.

He looms over you and presses his finger against your lips. You can only resist for a few moments before the finger slips in thanks to help from Bagul squeezing your jaw roughly. He rubs the slightly bitter potion over your gums and as your mouth relaxes he massages it into your tongue.

The numbness returns as well as your increased heart rate and sensitivity.

"I obviously haven't made myself clear. So I don't blame you for not understanding" Bagul huffs out. He's caressing your face. His ice-green skin is shiny with sweat. His long hair tousseled.

"You're mine Y/N. I'm going to be your provider and your intimate confidant. You've made me work hard to show you my worth. Very hard"

He cups a breast and teases the nipple. You shut your eyes against it.

"You're never going to leave me. I'm going to breed you Y/N. In case you haven't noticed you're full of two loads of fertile orc spunk. We'll be bound together for life, babe."

You look back at him with shock and fear. He gazes into your eyes as if he can transfer his will directly into your consciousness. Bagul flips you onto your stomach and crawls into the bed over you. With one big hand he scoops under your belly, raising you and holding you tight against his stomach.

"If I have to keep you here until you're pregnant and sensible I will. No one will take care of you better than me when you're big and round with my kit. I will be everything you need babe. It's better this way don't you think?" He asks. His voice vibrates around and through you. His cock is gliding past your slick opening with the motion of his hip wine.

Again?! you think in panic and wonder.

It has felt like hours since you fell under the potion's influence but Bagul has barely let you rest. Now your legs are pressed together between Baguls wide spread hips as he ruts into you from behind.

"Maid, mother and, matriarch" He strangles out. "They made you so perfect for me. Gods!"

His cock feels so big and embedded deeply inside you in this position. It's as if he's finding every intimate spot inside you. One hard snap of his hips and you feel him hit your cervix with a twinge of discomfort and enjoyment. He grunts and pants behind you.

His breeding talk has cold fear rushing into the hot pleasure of the coupling. He wants to trap you with a baby, an innocent life. His words settle like stone within you and cement your raw hatred for him. He is a pathetic user, a waste of space and utterly villainous in his affections toward you. Now he wants you to understand his side of view while he fucks you unprotected, acting as if he is your life's desire.

"Ohhhahh, you feel that?" Bagul wines. His hard thrusts have his hand tightening around your belly.

"You feel how deep I am in your guts?" He said with filthy harshness. "I can feel my cock in your belly Y/N"

He angles his hips and thrusts downward as if he really could fuck you hard enough that he might fill your stomach. Another orgasm rolls over you and has your eyes leaking tears. Your body was used and loving it. The sloppy wet sucking and gripping noises of your cunt fill the room. You're distracted by the way your clit throbs and twitches.

Another orgasm. This time accompanied by a cramp low in your belly that makes you wince.

Too many orgasms for one day, you groan in your mind. Is my body finally rejecting this like my mind is?

"Mmm. Y/N I can feel your little cervix giving me kisses. She likes me" Bagul grinds his hips into you and bounces against the end of your inflated pussy.

"Should I give her all of my come? It feels like your womb is ripe and ready for me Y/N" He growls "How much can you take this time? I've got plenty"

His words are a bolt of raunchy lust and it strikes you dumb. His fierce pumping brings his balls landing heavy on the back of your thighs. He drives your hips together holding you in place under him, rutting in you with abandon and when his hot spend erupts it's right against your womb opening. Bathing your cervix over and over with spurts of fertile ropey seed. The warm gooiness of it sloshing inside of you makes shivers start pulsing out from your core and coating your brain in an oddly similar feeling to the cummies filling your baby chute.

He sighs deeply as if having just enjoyed a good meal, and smacks his lips.

He takes you with him as he collapses to the side and snuggles close to you making no move to untangle your bodies. The night gets to you and though you try to stay awake, his murmuring and petting as he comes down from the intensity of this latest fuck helps to push you into sleep

[quordleona03]

Aliens in Glasgow

So I'm standing, in front of a seated assembly in Glasgow's SECC, behind a whole lot of recording equipment - I can't really see them, but I know that the crowd includes Nicola Sturgeon and our first visitor from the galactic federation. Another planet. An alien. She looks like a woman.

"Hello," I say, and there is a difficulty with the sound equipment not transmitting. The technician sets to work. The event manager gives me a pep talk. They're both men. I am to speak for five minutes without worrying about it; it's being recorded, they will cut, etc, as necessary. They are so sure I shouldn't panic that I begin to panic. I'm in front of a crowd and I dont't know what I'm going to say.

Suddenly, I realise this is a dream. And I can do lucid dreaming. Lucidly, I decide what I'm going to say.

Ladies and Gentlemen and Others, I was very honoured but quite surprised to be asked to speak to you today. You see, this is Glasgow…. and I'm from Edinburgh.

We're friendly rivals from a way back. Well, fairly friendly.

For example, when Glasgow became Europe's capital of culture for a year, the city council here paid for posters to be put up - Glasgow the Capital of Culture - around Edinburgh. During our international Festival.

I was also surprised because I thought, on an occasion like this, with our distinguished guest from another planet in the audience, you'd want someone really important, someone who really is involved in the government of Scotland - someone who kept us going through the darkest time of the coronvirus pandemic - Janey Godley.

But they asked me. So I want to talk a bit about what Glasgow means to us here in Scotland, as we welcome our friends from near and far.

When the outside world depicts Glasgow, often they go to the long-standing rivalry of certain football clubs. And they depict mobs of Glaswegian men in George Square getting drunk and doing roaring damage to a bit of the city's fabric and a lot of the city's reputation. But I want to celebrate another mob.

A few years ago, the UK Immigration police came, with their little van, to take two men, not born in Glasgow, refugees, or as they say here refuweegies, out of their home and to a prison, because an authority elsewhere had decided - without consulting the men or their legal representation - that they weren't "really" refugees, and they should be locked up unless they could prove they were. Immigration is reserved to the UK government, so these UK immigration police had the law and the constitutional settlement of the United Kingdom on their side.

A Glaswegian on a push bike spotted the van, and the two men being hustled into it, and he knew what it meant. So he and his bike got under the van. And he got on his mobile phone, this Glaswegian, and he called his friends, and his friends called friends, and the van couldn't move off because there was someone under it who wouldn't move - and then they found themselves surrounded, walled in, by a crowd of Glaswegians.

A very peaceful mob, this one. They just stood. Being Glaswegians, they shouted chants and they sang, but nobody stirred, nobody approached the van, nobody threw anything - everyone knew that if there was any violence, the army of mounted police just around the corner would have their excuse to move in, disperse the mob, and - once the man UNDER the van had had to move, he had no food or water with him - they could take the two refugees away. And for twelve mortal hours, that peaceful Glaswegian mob stood around the van, protecting those two refugees inside, and the police waited round the corner, waiting for an order from the Justice Secretary of Scotland to move. The then-Justice Secretary of Scotland, Humza Yousaf, was in negotiations with the junior Immigration Minister in London by video call, so we hear: Yousaf wouldn't give the order to send Scottish police against the peaceful crowd.

Well, eventually, the driver and the immigration police in the van had to give in. They had no food or water either. So the two refugees were let out of the van, and their lawyer met them and escorted them to the local mosque where they could have a well-deserved cup of tea - neither man was Muslim, but the mosque would have given them tea anyway - and go safe home. And the man with the bike got out from under the van at last, to find that everyone watching wanted to buy him a pint, and that's why I, from Edinburgh, love Glasgow. People make Glasgow.

Welcome to Glasgow, our friends from so very far away.

[theshoegirldiaries]

90’s Fragrances, Day 6: Vivienne Westwood Boudoir EDP (1998)

Boudoir is an Amber Floral fragrance by Martin Gras. This is one of my all-time favourite perfumes, top 5, without a doubt. I have very vivid memories of when it launched as I attended a special VW fashion show at the Glasgow SECC to celebrate the opening of her first boutique there. I was a poor fashion student in the Scottish Borders at the time and the ticket was more than double my weekly budget (budget for everything!!), plus travel, plus finding somewhere to stay...but I had to go as Vivienne was my idol (seeing her is one of the best moments of my life tbh). So long story short, as you entered, they were handing out sample vials and spraying perfume on scent cards (orbs and cherubs), both of which I still have somewhere as they were special mementos for me and it was of this new fragrance, Boudoir, that was about to launch. This fragrance blew me away, it was like nothing I'd ever smelt before.

It's a head-turner, which is exactly it's aim. It's strong, rebellious, powdery and sexy. It's got a maturity to it and vintage-esque feel, but because it's unlike anything else, you can't pin a date on it. It doesn't scream 90's, it's in a world and time all of it's own. It has top notes of aldehydes, marigold and orange blossom among others. Middle notes such as carnation, rose and jasmine, but the base with tobacco leaf, cinnamon, vanilla, sandalwood and patchouli is where it's at! It's powerful, it's not for timid folks and intimate spaces, as a couple of sprays is enough to radiate strongly all day long. It lasts and lasts and surprisingly doesn't give me a headache given how strong it is. There's something boozy, warm and honestly a little dirty about this, which is just perfect for the VW fashion brand. The bottle with orb lid is just absolutely iconic.

My verdict; the only 90's perfume I've worn this week that sadly isn't still made today, so 'reviewing' it maybe feels a bit redundant. Had I known it was to be discontinued years ago, I'd have stockpiled. I treasure the bottle I do own and hold it very dear, I'll be gutted when it runs out. 25 years on from first smelling this, it still feels as revolutionary as it did back then. It's a scent I hope I never forget, even when my bottle is empty. Bring back VW perfumes!

[beachboysnatural]

damn secC tell me about ur actors

OMG HIIIIII <33333333

I literally had to wait until like an hour after I got this ask because I have so much that I want to say that I knew I wouldn't get my little tasks done if I sat here and answered it!!!!

So I'm going to talk about John Garfield and try not to go into too much detail on his life and then talk about good movies to watch if you want to get to know him as an actor :D

Basically he was born to Russian Jewish immigrants in New York, his mom died when he was a kid and he got into acting because he found a father figure in a teacher. He joined the Group Theater, which is widely recognized as the group that pioneered Method acting, and left in 1937 after the lead role in his friend Clifford Odets' play, Golden Boy, which was apparently written for him, went to someone else.

His very first film was 1938's Four Daughters, and he became an instant star and was nominated for Best Supporting Actor (for his FIRST MOVIE!!) But he started fighting with his studio (Warner Bros.) pretty soon after because they kept giving him the same old role over and over again and he wanted to try new things. This frustrated him but in his early 1940s roles he really pioneered a lot of what the film noir genre would become even if they weren't always the best movies.

When WW2 happened he did everything he could to aid the war effort (he couldn't enlist because he had a bad heart), so he entertained troops abroad, helped establish the Hollywood Canteen along with Bette Davis, sold bonds, and made movies about the war.

After the war, his contract with Warner Bros. ended (but not before the movies he made with them and also MGM in 1946 made him a huge box-office draw) and he established his own production company. The first movie it produced was 1947's Body and Soul, for which he received a Best Actor nomination. It only produced three more films before it basically went bankrupt, one of which also starred him and is called Force of Evil (which is now preserved by the National Film Registry and considered a major "art film" of the period).

Unfortunately around the late 1940s his career started to tank because of the Red Channels list and the blacklist. Because he had always supported liberal causes, was friends with a lot of Communists, and (most importantly) because he was Jewish, the HUAC wanted him out of Hollywood because "he was a Communist" (the entire Red Channels/blacklist thing was a way to get liberal Jewish people out of Hollywood and it wasn't really about Communism), so he got blacklisted completely. He testified as a witness before the HUAC and denied being a Communist (which he wasn't, and the FBI had known that for years), but because he didn't snitch and tell them who other Communists were (and he would have known) they basically said he was still on the blacklist.

It's thought that the stress from not being able to work, being estranged from his friends and family (friends wanted to avoid being guilty by association and his wife really was a Communist so she was angry he was denouncing the party to try to get his career back--I think that's the gist of it?), and also his already bad heart contributed to his death of a heart attack in 1952 at just 39 years old.

So now I'm going to talk about the important movies to watch!!

First off you should start with seeing him in Four Daughters even if it's not the best movie because it's a great introduction to him as an actor. The other movies I'd definitely recommend are Saturday's Children to see a totally different side of his acting (even if it's not the best movie either), The Postman Always Rings Twice, Gentleman's Agreement, Body and Soul, and Force of Evil, but you can nix that last one.

There's also a really great TCM documentary I just AGHH!!! He was such a cool guy and he spoke out against Jim Crow as a white guy in 1940s Hollywood and fought for Black and Hispanic actors to be given bigger roles and specifically requested James Wong Howe for some of his movies and like. Name one other big-name star at the time who was doing that.

So yeah and then no one knows who he WAS because the government basically killed him. But now you do <333

[dreamyggukkie]

ive never wanted to be a wall more till now.. also i can't hold myself back anymore so *gets down on one knee*

[crownblackbird]

"Ma nuit.~" The, now older blond chimes as a head and outgrown hair weight on the other's shoulder. "Que feriez-vous si je coupais tous ces cheveux, moja miłość?"

Whilst he understood some of the first words, the last bit was entirely lost to him, ah what ten years can do to you when there’s no one to practice languages, not that it was a priority or anything from the beginning, worse part was, Beta’s words were almost enchanting, maybe it was the tone? fuck if he knew but he would be damned.

“What about my hair?” He finally spoke, giving up on trying to decipher the foreign words.

[miyamins]

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Complete Mess - Daniel Ricciardo - Chapter 2

Read part 1 here! 

Masterlist

Pairing: DrummerAU!Daniel x female!Reader 

Summary: After a bad break-up, your friends drag you to a bar in search of a rebound hook-up. When you cross paths with a certain tattooed drummer in a local band, he seems like just the guy for the job

Warnings: swearing, drinking, reader is BIG DUMB in this one lmao, Daniel being secC as always, kissing (kind of haha) 

Author’s note: finally chapter 2, yay!! Sorry it took me a while, uni has been kicking my ass lately. Gonna start a tag list for this one, so message me if you want to be added! Also I changed the header bc I decided the last one didn’t fit the *vibez* yk 

Based on the song Complete Mess by 5SOS, give it a listen if you want :)) Feedback is very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx 

Words: 4k

Chapter 2: This evanescence always fleeting like a flame

It was no surprise that Lily had managed to drag the two of you through the crowd of people so that you could stand right at the stage. She had clasped your hand like her life depended on it, knowing that if she didn’t, you would gladly stay in your comfortable little booth. Alex was nowhere to be seen, and you silently cursed him for flying under Lily’s radar because she was so focused on getting you laid. Luckily, you’d managed to grab another drink before Lily abducted you, and you quickly downed about half of it, hoping that it would help with the awkward – I have no idea what to do with my hands – phase of the concert.

 You turned your attention to the band, noticing their lead singer and guitarist who you hadn’t met. After a quick Instagram investigation, as per Lando’s suggestion, you’d found out that their names were scotty and Michael. You could tell many girls would go crazy over these guys, both more ‘conventionally’ handsome than Daniel, but neither really your type. As soon as the thought crossed your mind, you focused on the drum set that was set up at the back of the stage. Daniel was already there, making some last-minute adjustments to his drums, looking so serious and concentrated that it made your brows screw together in intrigue, as Scotty began introducing them and hyping the crowd up to the best of his abilities.

 “I can tell you’re into him you know” Lily whispered in your ear next to you with a smirk.

 “Lily, remember what I told you about needing a break with relationships?”

 “Who said anything about a relationship?” she answered smugly, “come on, I know you must be sexually frustrated after Nick, let’s be real, you should have dumped his ass after you found out he wasn’t into giving head-“

 “Lily!” you gave her a slight push as a final warning to stop talking. Luckily, the band started their first song, the sound coming from the speakers just a few feet away from you finally succeeding in shutting Lily up. You downed the remainder of your drink as you shook your head at her a final time and focused on the music instead.

They were good, you had to admit. Scotty was made for the front man role, his voice perfect for the indie rock vibe they were clearly going for. As Lily and you swayed to the music, her words still lingered in your head. Maybe she had a point, you couldn’t for the life of you remember when you’d had sex that was, you know, good. So perhaps there was no harm in giving it a try with a hot drummer guy? Jesus, listen to yourself, sounding like a desperate groupie or something, you weren’t even sure if he wanted you like that in the first place.

The turmoil inside your head was causing your attention to focus solely on Daniel, sweat visibly dripping from beautiful nose as he drummed his heart out, perfectly illuminated by the subtle stage lights. He looked like heaven.

Suddenly, his eyes caught yours as they transitioned into a slower song, and he flashed what was clearly his trademark smile at you, eyes crinkling and perfect teeth on full display before he focused back on the drums. He put even more into it this time, almost like he wanted to show off now that he knew you were watching. As your conscience dripped back into reality, the short interaction had you feeling way too hot under the lights and in between the dozens of people. When you turned to look for Lily, you noticed Alex had finally appeared too, holding another one of those awful blue cocktails in his hand. Great, this gave you the window of opportunity to make your escape without her noticing, because if this night was really going to end up where it was heading now, you were going to need more alcohol.

Once back at the bar, you chose to abandon the flimsy cocktails and go for shots instead.

About forty-five minutes and 4 shots later, Lily and Alex joined you at the bar, and you could hear the crowd cheer as Scotty thanked them and made his way off the stage, but not before Lando could butt in and plug their Instagram on the mic. Ofcourse.

 “Don’t think I didn’t notice your little houdini act over there, missy” Lily said in a disappointed tone, “Alex isn’t half as fun of a dance partner as you are”

 “Uhm, I’m standing right here, you know” Alex said in disbelief.

 “Listen, guys, I had fun and I really enjoyed tonight, but I’m tired��and also drunk because I just had shots on my own for no reason so I think I’m gonna head ho-“

 “uh-uh, no way I’m letting you leave without some more shots and some more dancing, I heard the DJ takes requests when he’s drunk enough so we’re dancing to Taylor Swift whether you like it or not, I don’t make the rules”

 Though you already wanted nothing more than to be in your bed, you felt bad for turning Lily down after she tried so hard to cheer you up. Without her, you’d still be on your sofa in the same position she found you in earlier today. You gave her a nod, and she clapped her hands excitedly as she ordered some more shots for you.

Things were already starting to blur by the time Lando joined your group of three, clearly bursting from adrenaline from the show, patting Alex on the back and gladly accepting the shot that Lily offered him.

“You weren’t there to catch my drum stick”

The voice coming from behind you made you jump so hard you almost fell from the bar stool as you clutched your chest in surprise. Daniel quickly gripped one of your arms and set you up right again as he apologized, clearly fighting the urge to laugh at you. Smooth, Y/N.

“Yeah sorry, I uh- I got a bit hot, needed a drink” you felt like an idiot as you gestured towards the many empty shot glasses in front of you. You wished the ground would just give way and swallow you whole, because your original plan of getting some liquid courage to aid you in flirting with Daniel was falling apart in front of your very eyes. 

Your drunkness was made worse by how exhausted you felt, a combination of the emotions of the last day, the lack of sleep, and the alcohol making it so you had trouble keeping your eyes open, let alone maintain any sort of noteworthy conversation with the man in front of you. 

Daniel had changed out of his band tee, too soaked with sweat to justify keeping it on, and had traded it for a simple white one. The contrast between the shirt and his tan skin was so enthralling that you failed to notice that his mouth was moving. Right, he was speaking to you. Shit.

 “Don’t worry, I saved you one” he said as he reached into his back pocket and slid a single drum stick over to you on the bar as he took a seat on the stool next to you.

You stared at the drum stick like you’d never seen one before in your life, not knowing how to react to his gesture, before finally collecting yourself and at least making an attempt to match his flirty behavior.

 “I should save this and sell it when you guys make it big, huh?”

 “When we make it big, I’ll give you more than just a stupid drumstick” he stated firmly as he took a sip from is beer, tossing in a wink for good measure.

 “Hmm. You give all the girl you meet at your shows one of these?” you asked as you twirled to drumstick between your fingers. You were sure he would answer with some cheesy line like “only the pretty ones”, but his response caught you somewhat by surprise. He took a long pause before answering.

 “No” he set down his bottle and turned his face to yours, eye contact so intense that it made your insides turn…in a good way.

“No, I don’t” was all he said, letting the words marinate between the two of you for a moment before finally tearing his eyes from yours again.

His confident demeanor had your intoxicated and tired brain scrambling to match his assertive tone, and you suddenly felt like you were in way over your head with him. It made you feel small, like there was no way you could ever be interesting enough for a guy like Daniel for him to entertain kissing you, let alone take you home. 

If you weren’t even good enough for an asshole like Nick, then Daniel would surely be out of your league. Maybe he was only flirting with you because Lily set him up to it, you wouldn’t put it past her at this point. As the familiar sensation of self-doubt started making its roots inside your mind, you did what you were used to doing, and ran.

 “If you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna…go to the bathroom”

There wasn’t even time for Daniel to say anything, but you caught a glimpse of his expression before you made your escape. He looked disappointed, confusion clear on his gorgeous face.

 You did actually make it to the bathroom, and as you gripped the sides of the sink and took a look at yourself in the mirror, you felt even more drunk than you did before, clearly those last couple of shots that Lily bought you had taken their time to kick in. Okay, you needed to find Lily and tell her you were going home for real this time, making a mental note to never attempt to forget about being broken up with through alcohol ever again. Doing your best to collect yourself, you made your way back to the dancefloor and attempted to locate Lily and Alex. You were stumbling now, and you realized that you were going to need Lily to get you into an Uber safely. Absolutely fantastic.

The helpless feeling that had been slowly building in your chest was threatening to spill over as you pushed through the crowd. You felt dizzy, panic starting to settle in as you tried to find your phone in your pockets to text Lily. When you couldn’t locate it, struggling to move in the dark and crowded bar, you felt tears pricking your eyes, a physical sign of the frustration you felt with yourself.

Out of nowhere, you felt a hand on your shoulder, softly gripping your upper arm and dragging you to the side of the bar. The hand felt alien, and it surely wasn’t Lily, so you were half ready to throw a punch if the stranger had bad intentions with you, two tears now quietly rolling over your cheeks.

“Hey, hey, shhh. It’s me” Daniel grabbed both your shoulders now, turning you to face him so you could see that he wasn’t a threat. You finally calmed down, letting your tense shoulders relax under his hands.

 “Come on, let’s get out of here”

Daniel took your hand in his and led you to the exit of the bar. The cold air made you feel instantly better, like a fog being lifted.

 “Are you okay?” Daniel asked worryingly as he let go of your hand. You found yourself instantly missing the warmth of his hands on you, even though you’d only just met him, his presence felt as comforting as being next to a friend you’d known for years.

 “I’m sorry for being weird, I just…I had a really shitty day and I drank too much and I can’t find my friends and I’m just so fucking tired so-“

 “Okay, okay” Daniel stopped you before you could get yourself all worked up again “listen, tell me your address and I’ll get you home safe, okay?”

The idea of finally going home and into your bed seemed like heaven, but you knew you couldn’t just leave without letting Lily know you were okay, so you decided to try and find your phone again. This time, with ample room and the street lighting to aid you, you located it quickly in the pocket of your jacket, but the relief was quickly replaced by distress once again as you felt around for your keys and came up empty handed.

 “Shit, my keys, I know I had them, they have to be here-“

Daniel’s eyes followed your frantic hands as you examined every pocket, without any luck.

 “Listen, I know the owners here, they’ll find them, and we can come pick them up tomorrow, it’s a lost cause looking now with all those people inside. Text your friend to let them know you’re okay, you can crash at my place” the worried look that he had dawned seconds ago had made way for a content grin, clearly satisfied with his plan. His calmness had rubbed off on you, and suddenly the situation didn’t feel nearly as dire as it did a few minutes ago. You quickly drafted a text to Lily, not really knowing how to explain the situation in a single sentence.

 Hey, I lost my keys and Daniel is letting me sleep at his place

I’m good but very tired and drunk and I blame you and your shots (and using Taylor Swift to bribe me when they didn’t even play any of her songs)

Love you Lils, tty tmrw

 Good, that should do it. You tucked your phone back in your pocket and smiled at Daniel, letting him know you were ready to go. Expecting him to pull out his phone and order an uber, you were surprised when he just started walking down the street. When he realized you weren’t following him, he turned on his heels and looked at you expectantly.

 “Well, you coming? Or do I need to carry you, princess?” he asked as he made a little curtesy bow. The nickname that rolled of his tongue in a teasing tone made you sober up slightly, and you quickly caught up with him, giving his shoulder a soft punch in retaliation.

His apartment was less than 10 minutes from the bar, a narrow building that looked like it had seen better days. Daniel led you up the two flights of stairs before stopping at his door and fumbling with his keys to open the door. It was comical almost, how you’d imagined ending up in this exact situation earlier in the night, only it hadn’t gone exactly the way you’d intended it to. He let you enter first, and you stepped inside hesitantly, taking in your surroundings as you did.

It was…different than you’d expected. On the short walk here, you’d imagined his apartment as a bachelor pad inhabited by a guy in a band, messy and filled with posters, a little like the bar, but the small studio apartment you stood in was nothing like that.

It was neat, dark walls mostly empty except for a small Australian flag that hung in the centre of the wall, the creaky wooden floor making the space feel more warm and homey. A few pictures adorned the small table that doubled as a dining table, and you blindly wandered towards it and picked up one of the frames.

It was a photo of Daniel and his parents; you could tell because he looked so much like his mother that it made you smile fondly. The picture next to it was one of Daniel and a little boy on a bike, both smiling wide at the camera.

 “You’re a family guy, huh?” you asked as you gestured towards the pictures.

Daniel took off his jacket and took a few steps towards you. He nodded, but didn’t say anything, and you could tell that talking about his family conjured up certain emotions that he might want to hide from.

 “Do you miss it? Home, I mean” you asked as you nodded towards the Australian flag on his wall. Daniel cast his eyes towards the ground as he leaned back against his kitchen island, only a few feet away from you in the small studio.

 “Yeah, ofcourse. I left Aus the week I turned eighteen, wanting to make it big in music, you know. I was just a kid back then, happy to be free and independent” he made a sound, like he was mocking his own naivety at the time.

“Looking back at it now, that had to be so hard for my parents, but they let me go, they let me go so I could chase my dreams, I owe them everything”

 “They sound like great people” you said as you set the picture back down.

“And they were right, to put their faith in you”

Daniel looked up at you, and he suddenly looked vulnerable in the dark room, the only source of light to illuminate his face being the street lighting outside.

“you’re good. Seeing you on stage tonight…you were born to do this I think, doesn’t matter how many fucking Instagram followers you guys have”

 “Lando would disagree” Daniel huffed, but he looked visibly more relaxed, like your complement had calmed him in a way. You wondered if he felt the same self-doubt that paralyzed you sometimes. It seemed impossible, because he was so talented that the idea of him being unsure of his abilities was almost comical.

 “But enough about me, what about you? What’s got you all jumpy tonight, you know, except the six shots I saw you down after the show” he teased as he pushed himself off the kitchen counter and approached you with slow steps.

You had no idea what you were supposed to say, the fact that he was now so close to you that you could feel the warmth radiating off him not helping you to find the right words in the slightest.

Yeah, my asshole boyfriend dumped me, so I wanted to use you as a rebound, but I got too drunk and had a panic attack instead.

Not exactly the best ice breaker. However, it didn’t feel right to lie to him either.

“I, uh, just got out of a shitty relationship and, yeah, that doesn’t mix well with alcohol apparently”

Daniel nodded, looking deep in thought, before speaking up again.

“Whoever he is, he’s not worth it” he said as he raised his hand, the thumb that adorned the rose tattoo that had captivated you when you first met now grazing your check, swiping over the dried up tears that had collected there.

You felt your heartbeat in your ears, so loud you feared he could hear it too. Looking into his eyes now, rich and soft like the sweetest chocolate you felt all your worries disappear.

You let your gaze drop down to his lips, and the second you did you knew you were done for. Finally, fueled by the remnants of alcohol in your system and the feeling of Daniel’s thumb still stroking your face, you kissed him. If someone would have told you two days ago that you’d end up here, kissing the drummer of some underground band in his apartment, you’d called them crazy, but here you were.

His was soft, and as your lips touched, you lifted your face slightly so your nose grazed his, feeling the warmth of his breath on your face. But before you could lean in fully and kiss him like you’d really intended to, he took a step back, removing his hand from your cheek along with him.

“Fuck, we can’t, you, uh-you’ve been drinking and I don’t want to take advantage of your situation” he rambled as he ran the hand that had just been touching you through his curls franticly.

“No, please, I want to, Daniel-“ you argued as you tried to close the distance between you and him once again.

“Don’t-“ Daniel said as he took another step back, running out of space and bumping into his kitchen counter instead.

“I’m really exhausting my will power here, so just, uh, stay back” lifting a hand as a way to encourage you to stay where you are.

Your body wanted to argue, feeling a burning need to be near him again, but your tired mind surrendered quickly, and you moved back and gave him some space, Daniel visibly relaxing as you did.

“You can sleep in my bed, I’ll take the couch, come on” he beckoned you to follow him as he made his way to his bedroom. Again, you couldn’t find the energy to fight him on that, the idea of an actual bed being way too good right now.

His room was small, queen-sized bed tucked in the corner of the room. A desk with a notebook and many ripped up pages caught your attention, and you wondered if he wrote the songs for the band. You should ask him tomorrow, you thought as you felt your eyes fighting to stay open. You sat down on his bed and leaned back to unzip your pants. Daniel gave you a panicked look, and you laughed earnestly. He turned around as you quickly rid yourself of your jeans and covered yourself with the blanket.

“You can look, drummer boy, I’m decent, I promise” you grinned.

Daniel was blushing now, and you found yourself thinking how his overly confident attitude had slightly faltered over the past couple of hours. It was interesting, like he was hiding a more sensitive man behind that bigger-than-life mask he put on.

 “Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow” despite his words, he stood frozen in his place in the middle of the room, like he was unsure of his next move. Eventually, he approached the bed and with a gentle brush of his hand, brushed your hair out of your face. Wanting to savour every second of the moment, you fought to keep your eyes open, but you could feel sleep creeping in fast.

 “Goodnight, Y/N”

Taglist: @rachaeldonnaspiteri1​ 

[neotrances]

WAIT TYLER would u be comfortable tellin me wat bakery that is and if their good or not?? I’ve been looking for a bakery for my little sisters birthday 😭

UM GIVE ME ONE SECC bc i don’t remember the name but i can look them up, it’s a nice bakery (p cheap too) but it was kinda small inside so not rlly the place you’d want to go unless ur grabbing ur sweets and dipping (i got a giant cinnamon chocolate cookie it was sooo good) but it got crowded in there rlly easily

edit: FIREHOOK BAKERY in dc!

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M👹NSTER March Day 8: Lake

Ok this little shortie was inspired by some tumblr art of a slutty, fish-stealing scalie. Look, I made y'all a cover image!

Croc-Manxafab!reader (Black)

Sfw-ish, no seccs but much horn.

cw: bratty behavior, mentions organs, mentions a dead fish, snark

Do not copy, do not reproduce.

Approx 600 words

You take the fresh trout you'd bought on to your hook and toss it into the lake. The familiar zzzzsh of the unwinding reel feels like its zinging through you body. You wait for your bait to be taken with a giddiness and a growing creaminess between your legs

It doesn't take long. You can see a large figure swimming out of the lilies, towards you, from the far side of the lake.  You squeeze your thighs tightly and try not to fall off the rock you sitting on and humping slightly.

You wait to feel the pull on the line, but it doesn't come. Instead a big hulking croc rises up out of the water before you with a terrific splash.

You squeal and kick your legs pretending to avoid the water as it soaks through your flimsy crop top and bikini bottom. 

"I don't know what kind of beast you take me for. I must have really lost my mind taking a dead fish off a line." The thickly scaled anthropomorphic croc-man growls, causing your heart to flutter.

He sounds bored, annoyed and utterly bratty about the fish he's holding in his clawed hand like a ...well like like it was a dead fish.

You grin widely and take in his dripping wet, powerful body, his bright reptilian eyes and his tail cutting  lazily through the water beside him.

"Oh come on." you purr" "Didn't anyone ever tell you to be nice when someone gives you a gift?"

"Cheap gift." He scoffs

"Nuh uh! I paid a pretty penny for that trout."

"Yeah cuz you can't catch your own."

"Or somethin steals 'em" You grumble turning away with a smirk.

He yanks on the fish and you suddenly find yourself face first in the lake.

"Awk!"

Your big, sexy croc-Man crush plucks you out of the water and holds you against his broad smooth chest so that your shirt rides up, exposing a generous curve of underboob flesh. You wrap your thighs around his trunk of a torso and squeeze him.

"If you don't want it" you splutter "Give it back!" You grab at the fish but he holds it out of your reach, above his head.

"No way, I'm hungry" With two snaps of his fang filled jaw he devours the fish to your delight. Bits of the fish, scales and blood splat on your cheek causing you to squeal again.

Watching him annihilate the food you'd brought him makes a hot little feeling squirm in your belly, and watching him swallow in big gulps that distend his throat turns your nipples into stiff points.

You roll your eyes, pretending to be the annoyed one now.

"Ugh, gross!" you exclaim, but you reach up to wipe a bit of organ meat off of his chin and narrow your eyes in pleasure when his long rough tongue snakes out to curl around your fingers.

"You better have more where that came from." he demands. 

"Mmmph, I thought bought fish was too good for you." you sass him.

"Maybe if you feed me by hand I wont notice."

"Hmm, I've got some squid and shark in the cooler"

His eyes light up.

"I've always wanted to try shark. But I imagined gutting one in battle."

"Oh wow, you're impossible to please."

"I can think of a few ways you can please me." He coos and lowers his head to nuzzle your neck. You revel in the the touch and the feeling of your crop top slipping further up your breasts as he crushes you tighter against his side.

You roll your hips in encouragement and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He begins to carry you toward the shore and you lean in to say quietly

"I wanna feed you while you split me open"

He just grins and makes his way towards the shore.

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Wait disregard that last thing- imagine this:

Y/n. Teaches sweet bb boy Razor. What the secc times are. And he’s just h o w l i n g (heh-) Okok sorry- pls do whatever you’d like but like. Inspiration~~

ehehehe intensifies

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PART 2

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The next day when the two of you had returned from camping, getting home to your small apartment in Mondstadt, it became clear that Razor hadn’t forgotten your statement from earlier. When the both of you were showered and ready to go to bed, he climbed up and across the blankets and affectionately plopped down on your lap, straddling you. Offering his head laid on your chest for headpats, he suddenly looked you straight in the eyes. “Y/N, you said other things to learn. What does that mean?”

His innocence was so endearing...and it made you want to ruin him. “It means, puppy, that I have a lot more to show you...if you want to learn.”

“Will feel good-weird like the other?”

“Mhm~”

He nodded at your reassurance. “Please teach me...mommy?”

With a soft chuckle, you agreed and guided him to lay down against the pillows. He was a bit confused at first, giving you an inquisitive look, but his doubts were out the window when you started to take off his clothes. First came his shirt- which was far too big for him- and he raised his arms obediently to help you get it off of him. And then. Oh, then.

A low whine came from Razor as he watched you tug the waistband of his shorts down with your teeth. He was already half-hard just from the display, and it only took gentle hands trailing down the insides of his thighs to make his cock twitch and harden.

But then he watched as you started to slide your own clothes off, entranced but very puzzled. He didn’t remember this part. Last time, you had been naked, yes, but why now? Was there any reason?

You climbed over him and leaned down to kiss him, grazing his bottom lip with your teeth before biting it softly. He whined again, this time a plea to make the good-weird feeling go away. When you pulled away, he wanted to chase your face with his, to keep kissing you. But his eyes snapped immediately downwards when he felt a hand around his cock, and he keened.

“Eyes on me, okay puppy? Can you do that for me?”

He forced his eyes up to your face and whimpered. “Y-Yes mommy...”

And then immediately choked out a gasp at the hot, wet, foreign feeling sliding over his length. For a split second he looked down at where your hips were connecting, and whined quietly as you slid down further, before realizing he was supposed to be looking at you and tearing his eyes away trying so hard to be good and look you in the eyes. Sometime during his gasp he had risen up on his elbows in surprise, but now his head fell back as you finally took him all, the soft flesh of your inner thighs meeting his shaking hips. “Wh-hah...what is th-this?” He panted out, still obediently staring you in the eyes when he was able to raise his head and open them.

You laughed softly and stroked his cheek with your thumb. “Don’t worry about it puppy, just let mommy make you feel good, okay?” He nodded weakly before his head fell back once more as your hips started to move.

He couldn’t handle all of this pleasure- the heat, the way your walls dragged over his cock so perfectly, the lewd sounds every time you slid up and down. He was gasping for breath as you found a steady pace, but it was too fast, he needed to go slower-

You noticed him struggling to try and flip you over, and decided to let him with a smirk. When he settled between your thighs, he whined “I’m s-sorry, Mommy, needed slow- need slow-”

And ever so slowly, he slid into you, gripping your hips so tight they might bruise. Broken pants and whimpers fell from his mouth as he bottomed out, and even louder as he slid back out and in the first time. He buried his face in your shoulder, embarrassed by the sounds he was making and the heat spreading through his body.

As he pushed in and out of you slowly, you ran your fingers through his hair, giving gentle tugs every now and then that made him whine louder. Each thrust made you give a soft moan- he may not have been experienced, but he was still managing to hit the perfect spots. “Good puppy...does it feel good?”

“S-So good,” he panted.  As he went on he felt that strange feeling building, and he got the urge to go faster and faster. His pace picked up til he was practically ramming in and out, his breathless whimpers growing louder and louder just like the moans coming from your mouth. Already the heat was building up low in your core, getting ready to burst. When you gave a sharp tug to his pretty hair, he threw his head back, gasping.

“M-Mommy, happening again, feels good-weird, feels hot-”

You only cooed at him, using your legs to gently guide him into going faster. “Come on, puppy, I know you can do it. Make Mommy cum too, huh?” He nodded weakly and kept going, panting hard with each thrust. But it was worth the effort when the tension burst, and he got to see you come unraveled underneath him, back arching. The sight was too much for him, too good, and he gasped and choked on a whine as he came too, slumping forward to lay on your shoulder tiredly. You chuckled and stroked his hair gently, catching your breath.

“Good job, puppy.”

[enevera]

taking the easy route and saying jjk sdkfhgsk 1, 5, 20?

1 What originally drew me to it

uhhhhhhh great question wish i remembered sjkhgghdfkgdfk i have a great memory for very specific things and that is not one of them i have quite genuinely 0 recollection lolol

5 The character who gives me the greatest gender envy

this is maybe the most difficult question u couldve asked kdjhfbjsd omgggg uh uh hmmmmm sashisu. collectively sashisu. yeah

20 Fics/fanart I'd love to see

JHGFCHJGF, OMG okeee imma go look thru the jjk ideas doc i have one secc tho tbh these are mostly things that id probably have to write myself...

chronicles of amber au (no one knows that series who is under 45 i know i know)

endlessly tempted by some sort of bnha stsg reincarnation type fic but like. im a sucker for any sort of time travel ish fic so sjhbdv

an au where riko wakes up in 2018 <3 it lives in my head endlessly

the kiss stsg ver. i dont think ive seen anyone do it yet and i sometimes think of j doing it myself but like. hm. idk if i got the skills for it but its been kicking around in my head since like march or smth iirc. way before i got this acc back out anyway lol

and many many more i have a 5 pg doc and that isnt even all of them ajshbd

thank uuuuuu for the ask <333333

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[catdemontraphouse]

Idk as an ace person maybe this is just me but… the typical ace memes have always seemed so fucking lame to me? Like “ya seccs is cool but have u tried——“ or the cake thing or “asexy” like idk it just feels… infantilizing to me? Maybe because I associate those kind of twee little jokes with the way ace ppl tend to (or at least used to) get mistaken for soft and innocent beans or watever the fuck? Give me a deepfried meme that just says “y’all are ugly.” Lmao But I have noticed that kind of stupid stereotyping of aspecs as “innocent and pure” has been on the decline past couple years and Im thankful for it cuz that shit helps nobody and it’s actually pretty rude to allos as well when u think abt it because of the sex=impure bullshit

[xgiannax]

Hello everyone😌I have never been more glad for a Saturday to come in my life, I hope you guys are having a better week than me because this week just wasn’t it😅this one is a slightly spicier than usual? Like there’s no seccs but there suggestive tings so 😗✌🏾

🦋Lesson Learned🦋

“Shotooo~” you sang and jumped on your boyfriend wrapping your legs around his waist when he entered the room, he made a noise of surprise but still managed to catch you easily tucking one strong arm under your bum to hold you up.

“I- goodmorning, my love you-hi” he stammered surprised and turning really red quickly, he isn’t very shy he just isn’t used to such loud affection like this and is easily flustered by it. Which is why usually you let him lead when it comes to affection, but today you couldn’t help yourself you were in an incredibly high mood and felt like annoying and messing with him today.

“ How did you sleep?” You asked innocently, your question muffled by his neck as you trailed soft kisses over his skin. He shivered and you smiled mischievously on his skin, when you licked then bit softly he took in a sharp breath and nearly dropped you. Instead he sat on the edge of your bed with you on his lap, not trusting himself to hold you both up if you kept going like that

“I-I slept fine- cut it out Y/N” his voice shook a little and you pulled back playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, he tilted his head back into your hand and closed his eyes humming in appreciation.

“Hmm. What did you want to do today?” You asked lowly biting your lip, this made him blush even harder and hide his face in your shoulder. You giggled a little, you and Todo had never done anything like that together and he insisted that the two of you wait a little longer so you agreed. It was still fun to mess with him like this, usually he was the one flustering and over powering you and this was the only way you could get him back.

“I was thinking we could just relax together, I’ve had a rather busy week some down time with you would be amazing” he mumbled kissing your lips, you pushed your chest against his wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and deepening the kiss. He pulled you higher in his lap and let your hands slip under his shirt, you traced his soft skin lightly with your nails and a low moan escaped his lips. As if he snapped out of it he grabbed your wrists pulling away from your gentle hands, you released his lips smiling teasingly up at him loving the way he reacted to your touch.

“What has gotten into you, love. Are you trying to make me loose control?” His voice was low and accusing, your smile didn’t let up and you leaned forward again trying to see how much he’d actually allow you to mess with him like this.

“Maybe?” He chuckled darkly against your lips turning to toss you onto your back on the bed, you laughed excitedly watching as he settle between your legs and held himself above you with a hand on either side of your head

“Really?” Your eyes fluttered closed melting into the mattress when he massaged your hips and trailed kisses down your uncovered stomach which had been revealed when your shirt rode up. “Like this?” you hummed in agreement as butterflies went off in your stomach. The feeling was extremely relaxing-until it wasn’t

“Shohohoto!” Your squirming made him lift his head to stare at you, trapping both of your wrists in one of his hands. Uh oh.

“Yes, Y/N? What’s wrong?” He made eye contact with you waiting for you to answer as if he wasn’t tickling your sensitive hip with his other hand, you wiggled away from his hand trying to surpress your laughs

“Thahahs not what I meant! Stohohop it tihihikles ahah!”

“You just really felt like messing with me today, didn’t you? Don’t look at me all innocent Love, you know what you were doing” Shoto switched to using both his hands to tickle your ribs and you arched your back laughing louder

“Since you wanted to tease me so much, I think you deserve to be punished~” he sang taking not of the the scream you let out when he accidentally slipped a finger in your armpit, but you wouldn’t let him back in and clamped your arms to your side

“No, not there!” You pleaded still giggling even though he’d stopped

“Yes, there. You have to be punished so arms up, Y/N” he asked politely and waited patiently, and even though his face was smooth you could see the smile he was trying to hide “If I have to pin your arms down I’ll be a lot worse”

“We can just cuddle, I promise I’ll be good! I know you’ve had a stressful week so if you want I can give you a massage” you whispered the last word softly and when he turned tomato red again you knew you were done for, he squinted at you grabbing your wrists and you instantly began begging

“No wait! Seriously , I’m done now! I’m SOAHAHAHAHAHAH” he scribbled all five fingers against the stretched out skin jumping quickly between the left and the right one driving you insane, you bucked and kicked your feet but you were trapped and he wasn’t showing any signs of letting up

“MERCCYYY, PLEHEHEHEHSE”

“Have you learned your lesson? Will you stop being a tease? Hmm? I won’t stop until you answer me~”

“YEHEHEHES YEHAHAHAHA IM GONNA PEHEHE” he let you go and you shot off the bed and into your small bathroom. When you entered the room again he was already changed into comfortable clothing and tucked under your movie and cuddles blanket, he opened his arms to you and you happily jumped in to cuddle with him.

[rudylloyd]

What does Kevin's family think of his actions?

I'm gonna divide this into sections of "Meadow Incident" "Derrick Incident" and "Clearly Something is Going On". These sections will be divided further into subsections "Harley" and "Loralie". Let's get into this.

Meadow Incident

Harley

Harley was immensely disappointed by several factors of this. First and foremost, committing to very adult acts at a friends house after saying he was just going to play video games. Second, causing said friends mental health to spiral somewhat after Kevin's confession of, "only being straight, and not liking boys." While Harley understands that Kevin's identity is important, it wouldve been in his better interests to not commit to starting the domino effect of actions that led to him losing a dear friend.

Loralie

Loralie was also disappointed but not for the same reasons as Harley. While Harley was disappointed because of Kevin doing things like the seccs and abandoning his pal, Loralie was disappointed because Kevin had later admitted he didnt know what he was attracted to, and so his statement of "not liking boys" could have very well been a lie. Loralie isn't big on lying, she thinks it's an ugly habit.

Derrick Incident

Harley

And now. a quote, by Harley York. Ahem. "YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU GOT MARRIED TO FIONA, YOU PROMISED TO LOVE HER FOREVER, AND THEN YOU GO AROUND SLEEPING WITH A VULNERABLE SINGLE WOMAN?! AND TO ADD INSULT TO INJURY YOU MADE HER A SINGLE MOTHER?! YOU ABANDONED THE SINGLE MOTHER AND WENT ON TO HAVE 3 OTHER CHILDREN AND ONLY PUT AN EFFORT INTO RAISING THEM AND YOU WAITED UNTIL YOUR ACTUAL FIRSTBORN WAS JUST GETTING HIS LIFE TOGETHER TO SAY YOURE HIS FATHER?! KEVIN YORK SO HELP ME GOD IF YOU KEEP MAKING THE STUPIDEST DECISIONS, I'LL MAKE IT TO WHERE YOU CAN'T MAKE DECISIONS ANYMORE."

Loralie

Again. She was disappointed that he lied. Also incredibly disappointed in the fact that he had completely avoided the subject of Derrick after the news was revealed because she wanted to know more and he wouldnt tell her anything. She wanted to form a relationship with Derrick, seeing as shes his grandmother, but he was grown and seemed to not need her in his life. She is upset that she missed out on spoiling another child silly and giving said child that kind of affection you can only get from a grandparent, but she understands that he has his own life and respects that.

Clearly Something is Going On

Harley

After everything, losing his home, his children, his wife, and his friends, Kevin still acted strange. That's how Harley knew there was clearly something more to his behaviors up to this point. She knows he's hiding something, she just doesn't know what. He's still miserable, he's living alone and not getting it on with multiple women, he's not making new friends. He's just sitting in an apartment alone, with his bed in his living room area, eating tater tots and letting himself go to waste. Harley worries about him. This isnt the happy young man she worked hard to raise. This is a husk of what that man used to be. She wishes she knew what was going on in that mans mind.

Loralie

She knows. She can tell when she makes him leave the apartment. She sees the way he interacts with the world. She notices the way she looks at certain people. She's seen the picture of Meadow on his nightstand. She sees his little glances towards that photo and even sees him stop in his tracks when Meadow walks past them in a store or gas station. Loralie knows Kevin's gay. She's had so many talks with him and answered several questions for him that gave it away, it's kind of silly to see anyone miss that. She's still disappointed that he wont tell the truth though. She knows from experience: nobody likes a liar. Liars end up being abandoned and left alone, and that cycle unfortunately has continued in her only son.