#I love this one fuck me do I love this

[bisexual-horror-fan]

For the Valentines Ask Game: How would Danny Johnson force a very overworked bitch to forget all about work? NSFW would be much appreciated. For a CIS-lady, if that becomes of relevance. I'll be at work as per usual so no need to hurry with this one. I hope you have an awesome Valentine's day, and a fine weekend following it too! You are truly doing God's Work with these. Love ya Bexxx

Oh my GOD! YES! Hi Furball! I was hoping you would submit something and fuck me did I miss Danny! I hope you like this, I went kinda off, a good 1K all for you! I am really happy with this, it feels totally him and I wish I could have this kinda treatment, I hope you agree with his methods! I like this so much I might add onto it eventually, make it longer, who knows!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 1.2K. Danny Johnson X CIS Female Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Warnings: Stalking. Obsession. Breaking And Entering. Restraints. Man Handling. Mask Kink. Sex Toy Use. Forced Orgasm. Banter. Taunting. Teasing. Praise. 

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Relax, Take It Easy.

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Rest is so important, without proper rest, good self-care, absolutely no one can function at their best, you are included in that, so why do you act like you aren’t? It isn’t enough to leave work for the day, you have to actually leave work at work, not bring it home, you are not supposed to drag the heavy oppressive mood through your front door, clinging to your shoulders like a backpack you can’t take off, weighing you down. This behaviour you engage in? It does you a great disservice, makes your life harder and worse still, it is selfish. 

You used to be Danny’s favourite form of entertainment, stalking you, watching you, cataloguing your life and planning your shared future, your ultimate end, how perfect it could be, but then you stopped taking care of yourself. It was yet another night of you collapsed on your couch and doing literally fucking nothing and Danny was frustrated, bored, this felt like a chore, and he realized he wanted to change the channel. He hated that thought, he loved you as much as he is capable of loving anything. He has invested so much time and effort, the last thing he wants to do is abandon it, he wants to see it through to its end and further still, he wants that end to be satisfying. 

You have provided so much joy to him, the least he can do is invest a bit more to try and salvage this before he thinks of cutting this thing between you short. This is what led to him breaking in while you were asleep on the couch, you were still dressed in your uniform from work, you hadn’t even bothered to get into your comfy clothing, he pulled out the cuffs he brought and set to work. The restraints were leather, padded comfortably and came with means to hook them together, two went around your wrists, two around your ankles, and then you were unceremoniously dragged onto the floor. You wake up with a start, body sluggish as he arranges you, to his liking. You are on your stomach, and he has your arms and legs positioned to connect the wrists to the ankles, leaving you effectively hog tied from the four points of contact and rendering your body totally useless. 

The lamp on the end table is turned on, you blink against the bright light, your brain is struggling to catch up to the new situation and information, but the two heavy black boots stepping into your line of sight help wake you up. 

“Hello.” The voice makes your head snap up, as much as it can, your eye line following up the black pants and further, up, up, to that white mask with the hollow eyes and mouth twisted to that permanent scream.

“Glad you are awake. Hate the fact this is our first formal meeting, but drastic times requiring drastic measures and all that, hm?” He was speaking as if he knew you, were friends, the tone mostly conversational but with an edge of resigned frustration? It was not only odd, but terrifying, a strange masked man in your house who has bound you helplessly, you take a moment and then find your voice, “Hi, uh, I’m sorry, who are you and what are you doing here?”

“You don’t know me, but I know you, the particulars are not important, I am here to help you.” He stated simply, staring down at you, even with no way of seeing his eyes you can feel the weight of his gaze on you. 

What kind of presumptuous asshole has found his way in here? You feel a wave of difference rising above the fear as you bite out, “Who says I need help?”

He scoffs, “I do, obviously.” 

You scoff in return, “And what are you here to help me with, exactly?”

“Help you unwind from that little job of yours, it has clearly been effecting every other aspect of your life, so I am going to ease your burdens.” He said it with authority, like he truly believed that he knew best and was sure he was going to be able to help.

He turns and steps away, not acknowledging your question of, “How?”, as if it was stupid and unimportant, if you just waited a minute more you’d get your answer. 

“Hello?! Stop ignoring me!” You call, and he laughs, “I am not ignoring you, trust me, you will get more attention than you will be able to handle in a minute.” 

The masked stranger was behind you, leaving you unable to see what he is up to, but you hear some shuffling around, and soon enough, he falls to his knees beside you and then something is put between your legs, pressed against your pants clad crotch, leaving you squirming and saying, “Woah, woah, what are you-”

Then he clicks the on switch, and you are hit with the strong vibrations that can only be from a wand. The stimulation is strong, immediate, and it knocks the air out of your lungs, your sentence breaks off into a weak moan of, “-ooooooooh.”

He laughs again, delighted, “This is what I am here to do. I am going to use this-” He turns the wand up one notch and your breath hiccups, “-to wring as many orgasms as it takes to make you brainless.”

What? You moan in a confused pitch that has him pressing onwards, “I’m not going to stop until it is impossible for you to be holding any thought in that pretty little head, let alone any tension.”

Overstimulation was quickly bleeding into genuine pleasure, it had been too long since you had experienced this, you had been neglecting yourself physically, and apparently needed this much more desperately than you had been consciously aware of. 

“I’m gonna start out easy, and after you cum like this, then you lose the pants, and then after another, your underwear, and I will keep on ramping it up, on and on. Who knows? If you are extra lucky and beg good enough, I might fuck you for the grand finale’ but that will take some serious convincing on your part.” 

No fighting it you suppose, might as well settle in for a long night, that first orgasm isn’t going to take much, you feel it starting to well up. "Just give in, you need this, you need to relax."

You can’t help it, no stopping it as you are hurtling towards it, moaning, hips moving of their own accord, causing you to grind against the instrument of your blissful torture. 

“There you gooo, look at you already! I knew this is just what you needed. Come on, give me that first one.” A black leather gloved hand is on your back, he moves the toy as you grind, helping you out further, cooing to you with his praise as it sinks into your skin.

Your head is swimming, your clit is throbbing, and you are so close, a few more seconds and with a strangled cry, forehead to carpet you stiffen as he forces your first orgasm of the night from your cunt. Your hips make small stuttered movements, wringing all the enjoyment you can from this, he doesn’t move the toy, but he turns it down one level, holding it looser to you.

“Good job! One down. Let’s see how many you need to get you into the right relaxed frame of mind.”

[humming-fly]

was anyone gonna tell me shadow saved rouge's life in sa2 or was I just supposed to find that out playing the game myself

(this worked out as a rather fitting closer for the Final Day in Year of Shadow haha, hope ya'll have a fun new year! 🎉🎉🎉)

[bean-spring]

Hot take and not to be a killjoy or the shipping police but people treating Viktor or Jinx's aroace headcanons as if they were canon is not the revolutionary take people think it is.

Headcanons are always all right but we have to acknowledge that they are somehow damaging when they apply to stereotypes. It might not be the case for everyone but most of the time people unconsciously assume that disability/mental illness=asexuality. These headcanons erase the freedom of attraction from people who are already seen as unable to have sexual/romantic experiences/desires, when it's completely untrue and harmful.

You can headcanon Viktor and Jinx as aroace, but I have seen people changing their minds once Viktor is no longer disabled (s2 with all of his other forms) and Jinx is no longer as mentally ill (alternate universe Powder). And it speaks wonders of how people see these characters.

"I never thought about Jinx being able to feel romantic/sexual attraction until s2!" To believe she's actually only capable of that when she's not "damaged" is incredibly disturbing. Especially since Jinx has always had a bit of a flirty personality too.

"I've always seen Viktor as asexual, I don't know why!" That's fine. You can headcanon him as ace. But I believe there is a reason behind it, most of the time, if for some inexplicable reason the "vibes" of the disabled character are making you think he's ace.

I say all of this being aroaspec myself, by the way. Headcanon all you want but going to people's posts commenting how "it's weird for you that they have romantic/sexual plots when they're clearly aroace" is not a win at all. It's a headcanon, after all, and it should be treated as such, and that's fine. But it also is damaging to spread stereotypes like these.

Of course the disabled character is asexual. Of course the mentally ill character is aromantic. It's not as revolutionary as you might think, tbh.

Fandom is not activism and it's all right to have any headcanons you want BUT some of them are filled with damaging stuff and perhaps we should look into ourselves more before treating these assumptions as something canon.

[megatronusprimedecal]

"Always got your back." "No matter what."

Transformers One (2024)

[sergeant-angels-trashcan]

Yall remember how Texas had that "report an abortion" form that they had to take down after a week?

Well, Missouri has one, only it's for reporting transgender concerns.

Comrades. Friends. Romans. Countrymen. You know what to do.

[theballadofmars]

I love how mqf's oficial description is something like: a good heart who wants to help others but then you read the novel and his reaction to lqg trapping ten infected men who are crying in panic is "great now I can start to work in my experiments with decomposed people to find a cure" and gets out a lot of needles, which makes the man cry even harder.

Even if we only get bits of the other Cang Qiong sect leader's we can reach the conclusion that no one there is normal, sqq is just biased.

[lucabyte]

some thoughts on Claude

alt title: diversity win! this Butch Nun is crafting bombs in an unventilated room in her convent while actively courting Mother Superior! Do Not Give Them Access To Unlimited Power No Matter How Nice They Are

+ bonus

[datcravat]

It seems there's a new lawyer in town!!!

[cyb3r-mutt]

Sometimes I think oh I could totally brat but then I remember that I fold like a cheap tent at the slightest hint of possibly being praised

[corviiids]

in the one (1) month since i watched death note for the first time i sure have been doing a fucking posting

bonus:

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!

And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.

[sapsolace]

obsessed w these boneheads as of late :]

[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[heartorbit]

searching for a star that's still unknown to anyone!

[itsthatlake]

“Icarus.”

it's all about freedom really

Credit goes to An Sifakah for the poem. Enjoy!

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[keferon]

Did you think I was done? Ahahahaha no, I have more.

Because chapter 70 of MOMU gave me the very dynamic between them that I missed so much, I just blacked out and started drawing uncontrollably lmao

Also. ALSO. I noticed a while ago that Prowl has the habit of..like…constantly frowning. So. I did a bit of research and made this graph.

In 70 chapters, Prowl frowns rougly 104 times. And the intensity of this gesture is very clearly correlated with the development of his relationship with Jazz, as you can see ahahahahah It might be wrong tho don’t take me seriously I’m not good with graphs