#It's not that hard to just not be a fucking bully

[auroraboringaliceinwonderland]

ID: What's funny is that you and your chemically castrated little books still get shit on if you piss off the wrong goodreads twerp. If you were bullied you'd know this - attempts at fawning and placation are just more blood in the water. Might as well write a good book and get dogpiled with dignity lol. So much of my dev editing for younger authors is getting them off Please Don’t Be Mad At Me Island. Like. It's hard enough to get taken seriously as a writer, but if you can't even take yourself seriously you might as well die in the kindle unlimited hospice. One of the things I can deduce from my initial reading of a manuscript is the distance between what you wrote & the thing you want to write. I can get you there and if you're too tired I’ll gladly coax you or carry you or nip at your heels like a terrier, but you can't hold back; especially not on account of the worst fucking people imaginable. End ID.

been stewing on an analytical approach to fiction which I call "is this book afraid of me?" and in order to answer this question you determine how hard the book is trying to make sure you don't come after the writer on twitter

[star2fishmeg]

Sub!Luke often lately but also Rough!Luke after a bad game

Luke’s grip on your hip is bruising and part of you hopes there’s marks left behind, his hips driving ruthlessly into you as he pins your arms behind your back with a force, your face pressed into your sheets and soaking them with drool and tears that spill from overstimulating euphoria every time his cock meets your cervix. Your wanton moans would almost be drowned out against your bedframe hitting the wall, but the stretch in your cunt followed by how he drags against your gummy walls just excites your sounds to become louder, more prolonged, vulgar that he just needs to hear them drown out the thoughts of a bad game.

Your thighs burn, he’s been fucking into you at a rigorous pace with his head titled back, sweat dribbling down his neck but you’re enjoying the way he makes your stomach flip with pleasure, shockwaves of tingly sensations as he thrusts in and out, pulling back all the way to drill back in with a force that makes your body jolt every time. 

“Oh, fuck!” you gasp, pussy aching at a particularly rough and deep thrust, his lips crooking up and the rhythm begins. Hard and fast, skin slapping as he watches himself disappear inside you, admiring the red handprints painting your ass that had you crying out for more. Your jaw falters, eventually whining out, “Don’t stop, Lu, please.”

His eyes lock in on your face, wet cheeks with glassy eyes yet a tint of a smile on your lips. You’re enjoying it, enjoying his bad mood, enjoying the way he’s rutting into you at a pace that’ll have you limp by the time he’s satisfied. 

Your nails dig into your palms, leaving crescents in the skin. Your eyes flutter close with ecstasy, only to reopen when his body leans over yours, heat radiating onto you, his breath tickling over your neck. He releases your arms, hand slamming beside your head as yours feebly stretch in front of you for extra support. His grunting soaks into you, reverberating through his chest and down your spine, clit throbbing with neglect at how he teases you with his own pleasure alone.

His lips brush your ear, bodies rocking in a greedy sync with each other and he mutters low, “So fucking tight f’me, feel so fucking good.” 

“Luke-” you whine pathetically, needy as your thighs tremble. There’s a twist in your lower stomach, a coiling and your breaths become stammered as his hand moves from your hip up your waist, relishing in your figure and how soft your skin feels under his calloused palm. You don’t think he could slam into you any harder than his cock’s already bullying into you but his fingers wrapping around the curve of your waist convinces you otherwise.

“Yes, angel? Go on, let ‘em know who’s fucking you sore right now.” He grumbles through pants, your walls holding him snugly, goading him to throb inside you at the sheer arousal of you losing coherence because of him, “Shit, y/n! Can’t squeeze me like that.”

Your fingers fist your bedsheets, Luke’s mirroring as he feels your energy depleting, becoming nothing but his fucktoy, “Gonna cu-cum. Gonna cum.”

“No, you’re not. You’re not gonna cum until I say you can, just a little longer, can you do that, angel?” his voice is stern, instructive, he’s telling you what you’re going to do for him. And you release a moan from your chest that’s broken and high-pitched, words fumbling but nothing forming a sentence or word, letting him use your cunt for himself as you’re on a static high, “I can’t hear you, angel. You know the rules, you answer when spoken to.”

Mewls slip past your lips, your heartbeat ringing in your ears and Luke’s groaning a song you never want to stop listening to. He’s feeling feral, and you know he’s got this animalistic pace to him because that’s the effect only your tailored pussy has. 

“Yes. Oh- I can do that. So-so good, baby.” You manage to whimper out, eyes struggling to stay open, letting the warmth of electricity consume you as he continues to furiously thrust his insatiable cock in and out of your swollen and weeping cunt. You’re in heaven, this is why you love seeing him riled up and this is why you led him to your room when he showed up, stripped yourself of your pyjamas and perched your ass up for him like his little succubus you are.

His hand slides from your waist again, the space becoming cold after the heat, and his fingertip presses to your clit suddenly, little sparks igniting like a new burst of energy in you. He smirks, placing another on the bud and circling slowly at a perfectly firm pressure, your arousal coating his fingers as they slip around your folds. The stimulation has your eyes watering again, bedsheets absorbing them as you cry out his name in a mantra.

“Mm yeah? You like that? Like when I do that?” He teases, catching a glimpse of your face contorting and how you’re trying to squirm under him, “Such a pretty fucking pussy, all for me.”

“Wanna cum, Lu, can’t…” The desperation in your voice makes him moan deeply. While you’re completely submissive to him, doing as you’re told, taking him so well and perfectly while he fucks out his frustrations from a bad game, you’ve got him under your spell. He’s ruined by you, your pussy, the way your voice carries him into serendipity, how you wail his name when you’re reaching your peak, match his pace and rhythm naturally, he’s obsessed. 

“Cum, pretty girl.” He rasps into your ear, feeling your body shudder against his, your legs almost give way and his cock flushes into a heat with a white ring at the base. He chuckles, his thrusting brutal as your ears ring and a paradise fogs your mind, body feeling light and weak, the erotic thrill seeping down your thighs and the desire to be held taking you into a haze.

[tiredmamaissy]

Sung Jinwoo forcing me to take all his cock? Yes, just yes.

MDNI! 🔞 warnings: nsfw, smut, jinwoo being a bully bc it’s been so long since he’s been inside, first persons pov

“Don’t push me away.”

Jinwoo’s gruff voice thrums in my ear. I push harder against his abs, I can’t take anymore of him inside me.

“Can’t.” I gasp, and I feel my eyes prick with heated tears. “B-Been too long, Jin.”

It’s only been a month since we’ve seen each other, work has him gone for long periods. But this feels like the time he took my virginity all over again.

“You can take it, baby.”

Eyes of greed pierce into me as he towers over me, completely boxing me in with his thick arms. I have nowhere to run. My legs fight to close and my thighs shake when he wrenches them apart. I whimper and look down at his cock buried inside me. Fuck, I feel so full. How is he only half way inside me? I start shaking my head when I feel him push into me, and my hand turns into a fist against his tough exterior.

“You’re going to take it, sweetheart.” His hand raises and his two fingers pinch my chin, tilting my head upwards so our eyes meet. His eyes glow a vibrant teal and I find it hard to hold his gaze. It’s too intimidating. “And I want to see your face when you do.”

Oh…god. My nipples tingle and harden into peaks on my chest and I feel him put his weight on me. Oh god. Oh god. I fight the urge to glance down but I can’t help it. I look down to see his cock bullying its way even deeper inside my pussy and I squeal and squirm. His grip tightens on my jaw and tilts my head back up.

“Look at me.”

Whatever light was in his eyes is long gone now, replaced by a darkness I’ve never seen before. My clit swells and pops out of its hood, throbbing and pulsing with need. Oh god, it’s sinking even deeper now. The urge to look again rides me, but I force myself to stare into this new abyss of darkness.

“That’s it. Eyes on me, sweetheart. Don’t look away.”

I let out a lengthy whine and my nose burns when my tears overflow onto my cheeks. Jinwoo smirks, using his strength to shove his pelvis closer to mine. He’s enjoying this, watching intently as my face screws and my eyes weep. I jolt back when I feel him press into my cervix, and my hand reflexively pushes even harder against him.

“Jin…Jinwoo.” My voice trembles and my brows furrow into a kiss. “Wait, wait.”

“Good girl, good girl.” He whispers quickly. His jaw tightens as he pushes against the newfound resistance, and he stares deeply into my eyes as he does it.

Then I feel it. I feel his heavy, swollen balls press into me, and his pelvis grinds against my clit. His top lip twitches and his gaze flicks down.

“Oh, fuck.” He growls, breathless. “See that?” His hand guides my face down, making me look at how my pussy has taken every single inch of him. “Look at that, baby. Beautiful.” He lets go of my jaw and places his palm against the little bulge just under my navel. “I’m all the way up here.”

I look in awe, there’s so much pressure that it feels like I could burst. I’ve never taken him this deep before. I can actually see him inside me. Oh god. I look back up at him, frantic. He grins and settles himself under me, throwing my legs around his waist.

“It’s okay, darling. You’re okay.” He huffs as he leans back, blatantly admiring the bulge he’s made. “You can take it.”

[codnasties]

cowboy!graves x farmers!daughter reader 🪦 (🌽 link)

cowboy life has never been forgiving, and it probably never will be. long working hours on top of a horse, mediocre pay and high risk. but to graves is very much worth it, this is the life he wants to be living. the fact that he gets to see you it's an added motivation factor.

when he first started working he had been explicitly warned about not going after you, that you were of limits, at least if he wanted to keep the job. but you can't expect someone like graves to be told no and not get even more interested.

so he works his southern charm on you, little praises, calling you darling and sweetheart, lingering touches but always polite. he just can't keep himself away from you and your pretty sundresses that hug your body just right.

and once he has your trust, he sweet talks you into sneaking to the barn with him. his idea was just to kiss you up a bit and get a feeling of your body, not much more. but he couldn't hold back, seeing you there, laying breathless in the hay, he had to get a taste. bunching your skirt up only to find you weren't wearing any panties - what a dirty little girl he calls you -, perfect so he can get himself a taste of that sweet cunt. and well, now that you two are at it, and you are begging for it, may as well pull his hard cock out and give it a warm regard. your gummy walls fluttering as he pushes more and more of his cock until you are taking him to the hilt. and then he starts fucking you slowly, speed picking up and his bulbous tip bullies your sweet spot.

it seems like you are the only one with brain, making him pull out and sucking him before he cums inside of you. can't risk getting pregnant. but his mind was working just right, he knew what he was doing. it's just that this one time he didn't fuck you dumb enough for you to forget about the risk of having him cum inside. maybe another time ;)

[lyricwritesprose]

Blue heelers, oh my goodness, blue heelers. My Mom had a blue heeler. He was one of the most loyal, helpful™ dogs I have ever known. He did Jobs.

Please note that helpful™ is not quite the same as actually helpful.

Please also note that the thing about Jobs is that when one cannot be found, one must be invented, and he did. Not. Stop.

See the thing about my Mom is that she was at that time a retired teacher of about sixty-five living in a suburban area (although unusually willing to go on hikes), and the thing about this dog, whom she acquired accidentally, is that he knew in his bones that he should be managing at least a hundred cows. This is a slight energy mismatch. Mom did care for him to the best of her ability and he did help her stay fit and exercised—that was one Job, he liked that one—but that wasn't enough Jobs, so he would take on other ones, such as improving the yard's feng shui. (It has been about five years since he died, I think, and my Mom's yard is still this weirdly cratered moonscape in which plants mostly grow through a combination of hardiness and Spite. Note that she did not actually intend to join the lawn-free movement. That blue heeler joined it for her. He would actually pull up plants that Displeased him.) He would also herd kids when available. And Canada geese. The fact that he actually had some measure of success with the geese tells you something about what a force of nature this dog could be when he so chose.

Also, one time the Nutcase Neighbor's dog got out—Nutcase Neighbor's Dog was a large bully breed dog which had mostly been isolated, not exercised, and possibly not trained, although the neighbor talked about training him "for security," basically the exact, precisely calibrated situation to make large behavioral issues in a large dog—and when he came towards my Mom in a hostile manner, her dog put himself in a perfect defensive position in front of her and (apparently, he didn't bark or make a sound) told the neighbor's dog to go home peacefully rather than FAFO.

Which the neighbor's dog did. Without a squeak of protest. Still have no idea what my Mom's dog said, body language wise, but it was roughly the same reaction as a big mook walking into a room, finding Batman there, and just quietly closing the door and fucking off while he had the chance. Apparently one of the Jobs was Protection, and neighbor dog may have looked the part, but Mom's dog was a professional.

Like I said, he died about five years ago. We got home and he was clearly having a hard time, so my Mom called the vet while I talked to him. I told him that he had done a very good Job looking after the house while we were out shopping but that we were home now and it was going to be all right, we would take care of things. He made eye contact, closed his eyes, and passed, instant and peaceful. He had been ready, he just wanted to wait until someone was there to relieve him of duty. I actually feel really honored that he trusted me with the Job of looking after my Mom.

I would not have a blue heeler, and at this point neither would my Mom. At this point neither of us can keep up the insane amount of exercise required. But man, he was an awesome dog.

In every generation there is a chosen one…

[slater-baby]

Tags: free use, degradation, slight piss kink (but no actual piss), dubious consent, perverted Simon

Notes: Dedicated to that one anon in my inbox who keeps asking for piss content!! I'm sorry to say I probably won't write your request, but hopefully this small blurb makes up for it ❤️

Simon had never been a patient man. He wasn't patient at work. Wasn't patient at home. And most of all, he definitely wasn't patient when he was inside of you.

Every time he crawled into bed, pinning you down with his meaty hands, biting at your throat nearly hard enough to draw blood, all the while bullying his red, leaking cock into your pussy.

Since the beginning, there was no point in fighting back. A man like him—with all his viciousness and strength—wouldn't be deterred by a thing like you. It was a point only made more embarrassing by the way he held you down and fucked you hard, muttering that demeaning nickname in your ear.

"Shut up," he'd snarl, balls slapping against your ass, "I'll fill you up 'n then I'll go—and you better not test me, little girl. Not right now. Not fuckin' today."

Most of the time, you couldn't do more than spread your legs for him and let him take what he wanted, whining every time he bent your body into a new position.

However, just because he was a brute didn't mean he was brainless. He was your brute after all. And, if you were good enough, he'd give you a bit of leeway.

Today, you bit the bullet.

God, Simon must have had you pinned down for hours, the bed sheets soaked through with sweat underneath your naked body. He was still dressed, but you were bare and raw, his handprints marked into your body from nearly head to toe.

You were so broken and bent you could barely breathe, legs pushed so far back your knees were resting on the pillow beside your head while Simon slammed his swollen cock into your pussy again and again.

"Ngh—“ you wince, scrunching your brow.

Another thrust, another unwitting moan. Fuck, he was ruthless. Every swing of his hips, every slap of his skin—god, he puts his entire weight behind it, the head of his dick pushing into your cervix regardless of how he'd gentle he said he’d be with you tonight.

But, with every thrust, he pushes into more than just your cervix. After so long playing his personal fleshlight, the uncomfortable feeling was beginning to distract you.

"Simon—Simon, wait. Stop," you shove at his shoulder blades, wriggling your hips.

At the tiny taps, he stops, still buried inside of you.

"You good?" he drawls, panting like some looming beast.

"Yeah, it's just..." you look away from him with a flush, slowly easing off of his cock, "I need the bathroom."

He cocks a brow, but otherwise lets you go. However, he certainly makes no effort to pull himself out of the warmth of your pussy, instead watching on with a straight face while you wiggle yourself out from under him.

Prick, you roll your eyes at his dramatics.

"You just went," he huffs as you close the door behind you, "Your bladder can't be that fuckin' small."

"Simon," he hears you sigh on the other side of the door, "Look, it's just...when you're inside of me, sometimes you put a little more pressure on my bladder, okay? S'not my fault..."

Is that a whine he hears?

It's definitely a whine, his brain tells him.

Again, he rolls his eyes, irritation building. While you do your business, he looks down at himself, still poised in the position you'd left him. Idly, his leaking cock twitches between his heavy legs, and he scowls, watching as bubbly strings of your slick drip off of the tip and onto the bed. He scoffs as he wraps a hand around it.

"So?" he huffs, fucking into his fist.

"So," you pout, "Maybe you should be a bit more gentle..."

"Yeah, right," he chuckles, pounding his hips into his hand a few times, "Cause you'd still moan just as loud if I was soft 'n sweet wi' you."

There's no answer from beyond the door. Irritation creeps up on him quickly. Impatiently, he stands from the mattress, walking over towards the door. The hinges creak when he leans his weight on it.

"Hurry up," he demands, blood pumping.

"I am hurrying!!" you whine. Again. Like always.

"Fuck."

The vitriol is almost as loud as his libido, blood rushing south. Fondness transforms into want, transforms into sheer need quicker than he can reel himself in. And before he knows it, he's barging through the door. You gasp, having barely stood up from the stool.

"What are you—“ you begin, but you don't get the chance to finish. He merely wraps his ruthless hands around your hips, wrestling you into submission against his stronger body.

"Turn around," he seethes over the sound of your whines, "Bend over. Ass up. I need you."

"B-but, I—“ you mewl like a cat in heat when he swipes his cock between your legs; you're wetter than you've ever felt before, "Simon, I—I still need to go—“

"No, you don't," he grits, grabbing your hair to yank your head up when he slides home. Your entire body trembles against his, legs shaking so hard you stumble forward where you stand, forced to spread your legs over the bowl of the toilet.

You can only gasp in shock as he starts right back up fucking you again, ramming his hips into you hard enough to make you brace your hands against the white porcelain back.

"You don't need a piss, you need to cum," he tells you, as if it were a fact, "If you were smart, you'd be able to tell the difference between the two, love."

"Simon, not—not there—“ you gasp, that uncomfortable urge reeling through your nerves once again, amplified by the way he wraps his arm around your stomach to hold you in place. Shakily, you push a hand behind yourself to shove at his thrusting hips. If anything, it only makes him fuck into your harder.

"Hush," he seethes, thrusting hard to shove you forward. Tears begin dripping down the side of your cheek as that feeling of desperation floods your body, demanding that you cross your legs and hide yourself from him. But Simon won't have it.

No, he only bends you to his will, plastering his sweaty cheek against yours when he begins to speak.

"You need to go, huh? That it, baby?" he mocks, rocking into you slowly—almost as if he cared about your whining moans.

"I—I don't know," you moan, beyond decency now, "Please, just pull out and let me see if I—“

"If you need to go, then go. Right here. Right now," he teases, "Nothing's stoppin' you, baby. Y'won't make a mess or nothin'. Y'just gotta stop whingin' and go."

"Simon—I can't do it—“ you cry, cunt fluttering around him as you halfheartedly try and follow his directions.

"You sure?" he shoves his cock home once more, reaching around to fondle your clit; you flinch against him, "'Cause you feel pretty wet down here to me, baby..."

"That's not—" you try to protest, but find yourself leaning into the feeling, discomfort transforming into pleasure alarmingly quick.

"You clenchin' around me 'cause you're desperate or because you're close? Which one is it, girl? C'mon," he punctuates the words with a slap to your ass, "I don't got all day."

Exhausted and overwhelmed, you try in vain to decipher the feeling inside of you. Yet, the more he pushes into you, body strong and warm against your back, the more confused you become. The flush on your face is so severe you can hardly contain your embarrassed tears when you answer him.

"I—I don't know..." you practically sob, listless now. His faithful arms wrap around you, amplifying the emotion coursing through you.

"Aww, that's alright, baby," he coos, smiling wolfishly as he thrusts home once again, "I've got you."

His hot tongue skirts around your neck, laving into a slow, wet kiss beneath your jaw.

"S'okay," his chest expands on a teasing laugh, "Guess we're 'bout to find out which one it is anyway."

At his words, your eyes go wide and you can't stop the gasp that leaves you. However, when he grabs your trembling hands and shoves them up against the wall, perfectly positioning your pussy over the toilet bowl, you whine uselessly at him once more.

"Simon—please—“

"Did someone tell you to talk?" he bites back, wrenching your hair in his hand while he picks up his pace, "No? Then shut up and let me fuck you."

[swuspect]

OFF THE RECORD.

“nah, you love me.”

prev chapter?

synopsis: one stream, one confession, and the internet lost its mind—now chris sturniolo is in your dms, and he’s definitely flirting back.

a/n: i literally just woke up from my nap and saw 100 FOLLOWERS??? TYSM 😭😭 it’s barely been a week and i’ve gotten so much love!?! Im very thankful though!! (if you have any requests don’t be shy)

pairing: chris sturniolo x streamer!reader

wc: 887

your fingers hovered over your phone screen, staring at the message like it might disappear if you blinked too hard.

@christophersturniolo what if i got ur number tho… just so u can tell me to stfu properly n all

was this real life?

your heart hammered against your ribs as you quickly swiped out of instagram, checking your reflection in your front camera like it mattered. girl, he can’t even see you right now. get a grip.

taking a deep breath, you went back to the chat.

@yourusername bold of u to assume i’d use my words and not just block u

@christophersturniolo nah u wouldn’t do that

@yourusername u don’t know me like that

@christophersturniolo not yet .. 👀

your brain flatlined. no way was chris actually flirting with you again.

but two could play that game.

@yourusername ur confidence is crazy rn

@christophersturniolo i mean u did call me ur fav triplet so i got reasons

you rolled your eyes, biting back a smile. fine. whatever. you were done pretending to play it cool.

@yourusername yeah yeah whatever. u getting my number or not

@christophersturniolo oh so now u want me to have it??

@yourusername i changed my mind, ur not getting it anymore

@christophersturniolo oh nah ur actually evil send that shit rn

you grinned, finally typing out your number and hitting send.

within seconds, your phone buzzed with a new text.

unknown number stfu

you laughed, shaking your head as you saved his contact.

you - damn. straight to the point huh

chris - well technically u did tell me to stfu first…

you - okay and???

chris - and i’m just following orders. also hi

you - hi

chris - so u free tmrw or u too busy being a famous streamer n all

your breath caught in your throat. was this what you thought it was?

you - depends. why?

chris - i mean if ur tryna talk shit abt me being ur fav triplet i feel like that should happen over facetime

you - oh so ur tryna see my face now???

chris - i already see ur face all over my fyp, might as well see it for real 🤷🏻‍♂️

you flopped back onto your bed, phone clutched to your chest. you needed to scream. maybe kick your feet a little. but not yet. first—

you - alright fine. tmrw.

chris - say less.

you stared at the screen, warmth spreading through your chest.

how the hell did this even happen?

whatever. you weren’t questioning it.

the next day, you spent way too long debating if you should actually call him or if you should suddenly disappear off the face of the earth. you were about five seconds away from ghosting when your phone lit up—

incoming facetime: chris sturniolo

fuck. fuck. fuck.

you sucked in a breath and hit accept before you could chicken out.

“well, well, well,” chris smirked as soon as your face popped up on screen. “look who actually answered.”

“look who actually called,” you shot back, adjusting your phone so you didn’t look like a complete mess. “should i be flattered?”

“depends.” he leaned back against his bed frame, hoodie slightly oversized, curls messier than usual. he looked annoyingly good. “you nervous or somethin’?”

you scoffed. “nah, but you are. i can tell.”

he raised an eyebrow. “oh yeah? how’s that?”

“you keep touching your hair.” you grinned, watching as he immediately dropped his hand from where it had been fixing his curls.

“alright. chill.” he rolled his eyes, but you could tell he was biting back a smile. “so is this what i should expect? you bullying me on the first call?”

“obviously.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “nah, that’s crazy.”

you just shrugged. “you signed up for this.”

“did i?”

“yeah. the second you slid into my dms, it was over for you.”

he tilted his head. “nah, i think it was over for you the second you admitted i was your fav.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you love bringing that up, huh?”

“oh, hundred percent .” he grinned. “makes my ego real happy.”

you rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away.

“you’re not that special,” you teased.

“nah, don’t lie. you definitely got a little crush.”

you opened your mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. because maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t wrong.

“see? you’re speechless.” his smirk deepened. “caught in 4K.”

you groaned, covering your face. “i hate you.”

“nah, you love me.”

“okay, relax.”

he laughed again, a little softer this time. “alright, fine, i’ll chill.” a pause. “but i think you’re cool, y’know.”

your heart did a stupid little flip.

you peeked at him through your fingers. “yeah?”

“yeah.” he shrugged, leaning his chin on his hand. “i mean, we did just meet, but… you’re easy to talk to. funny. and, y’know.” he shot you a look. “kinda cute.”

you blinked.

he just said that. casually. like it was nothing.

“uh—” you cleared your throat, trying so hard to play it cool. “well, you’re not too bad yourself, sturniolo.”

his smirk returned. “so it’s mutual then?”

you pretended to think about it, tilting your head. “…yeah. i guess so.”

“solid.”

a comfortable silence settled between you two, the kind that didn’t feel awkward or forced. just… easy.

and maybe, just maybe, this was the start of something really, really good.

.☘︎ ݁˖ @angvl3tears @leprechaunbirthdaygirl .☘︎ ݁˖

[lovelywyenn]

“Oh m-my goddddd” you moan out, a manicured hand desperately pressing against Hange’s abdomen. But your partner was so fucking strong and easily swatted your hands away, grabbing right at your throat and pulling your back flush against their chest. But their hips don’t stop. Of course they don’t fucking stop. The mean pummeling they were giving speeds up.

A wickedly happy laugh falls from Hange’s lips as they stare at your reaction in the mirror. Poor thing, you were a mess. Mascara streaking down your cheeks, she almost felt bad. Seeing the fat globs of tears welling up in your eyes. But they knew you both needed this.

“Why are you runnin’ from it sweetheart, thought you wanted to get pounded?” Hange coos. The sweet words are so confusing, filled with fake kindness. If they were really as giddy as they sounded, why were your guts being rearranged?

Your eyes roll back in your head as Hange’s pulsing tip nudged right against your sweet spot, and if it weren’t for that tight grip on your neck you would have fallen over as your knees buckled.

“Right there, huh baby” and you start to squirm from the spotlight on your g-spot, you shouldn’t have been so fucking loud, because now they weren’t letting up on you. “Yeah, I know mama, you like it when I bully that spot?”

Your voice is barely coherent as you answer them, the desperateness clouding your brain speaking for you, “Yesssss” you keen.

“This all you needed isn’t it, missed me pounding some sense back into you.” Hange speaks and you cry out as they punctuate each hardened word with a mean and rough thrust, each one digging deeper into your quivering hole.

“D-Didn’t mean it” you try to explain, gasping for air, But Hange wasn’t having it. “I don’t care if you meant it or not” they sneer, “No reason I should ever come home and see you in lingerie right next to my best friend.” The humor was completely gone from their voice, and their thrusts held no care in them anymore. Hange was fucking you silly. You needed a good reminder of who you fucking belonged to.

“J-Just wanted y-your attention baby, I s-swear” you stutter.

And Hange gets it. They have been so busy at work lately. Spending long nights in the office so they could afford this big house for you. All the endless name brands you asked for. The insurance for that pretty pink car you drive.

They knew you loved attention, craved it from them. But dammit, loving you was frustrating. You could be so immature sometimes and it left Hange with no choice but to take their anger out on you in the only way they ever did. Pounding your poor pussy raw.

“I know” they finally answer you, grip on your neck growing gentle as they make you look at them. “I wish you’d just be patient sweetheart, I work so hard for you ya know?”

Your eyes flutter close as a gentle kiss is pressed against your cheeks. But those mean ass hips don’t stop moving.

“But if you miss me all you have to do is call, you know that” They say.

You knew your actions were childish. You and hange were grown adults. You shouldn’t be pulling shit like rubbing all up on Levi just cause you felt neglected. And it was a bit shameful you had to be pounded like this, legs quivering and thighs sticky with a filthy mixture of hange’s precum and your juices.

“M-M’sorry” you apologize in that sweet little voice. “I don’t want him, you know I don’t baby. Just want you”

It wasn’t often you apologized, and Hange knew you were sincere. Plus, you knew how to fuel your partner’s ego. And those pretty claims of not wanting Levi went straight to the cock throbbing inside of you.

You were getting closer, Hange could tell by how your walls were squeezing around them. No matter how many times Hange fucked you loose you would always tighten up again. Every time was like the first and it only ever drove Hange closer to their own orgasm.

“It’s okay darling”Hange mummers, pressing kisses along your shoulder. A sneaky hand runs along your body, soon joined by another. One teases around your nipple, touch feather light to the point you could barely feel it. But just enough that it stole some of your sanity. The other traces the delicate curves of your body until it reaches your pretty little bud, perked up and begging for attention.

You cry out as soon as Hange rolls their pointer finger around your clit, and your partner knows they’ve done you in. “Go on sweetheart, make it up to me and cum on my cock, you can do that for me right?”

The words do you over, and you feel like you can’t breathe. Hange’s thrusts send fire throughout your body and you can’t even moan from how fucking deep they were inside of you. You cum with a silent cry, pussy spasming as the squelching in the room only grows louder.

If it weren’t for Hange holding your limp body up, you would have fallen right on your buckled knees.

“F-Fuck woman, ya milkin’ me here darling “Hange stutters, finally giving into the pleasure they had been desperately holding back to teach you a damn good lesson.

You swear you cum again when you feel splashes of white, hot cum ill your hole. And Hange doesn’t stop fucking it into you, just pushing it deeper and deeper until you were sure your birth control would be rendered ineffective.

If being a brat got your pussy stuffed like this…

You would be sure to do it more often.

[phoebe-the-autism-fairy]

"You should stop being so sensitive!"

You should stop being so mean.

[inkskinned]

actually sometimes being neurodivergent is great bc you have a particular kind of Silly Mode that just . manifests glory. harmless fun is my precious side quest & i have a high score in whimsy. like okay if i gotta be the first dork in the dance pit it's gonna be me and this random toddler and we're gonna avril-style rock ouuuuttt

[elf-trash]

reposting this bc the OP blocked me (and is blocking anyone else who disagrees which means blocked people can't reblog) and i want to say this loud and with my whole chest!!!!!

another Dragon Age fic was recently outed as being AI, and this is what the writer had to say for themselves about it:

so actually, Grammarly uses generative AI and is just as bad as ChatGPT. it also objectively makes your writing worse, it sucks the voice out of your prose and turns it into corporate sounding homogenized paste. it's also unethical for all the same reasons any generative AI is unethical. get a writing group and have a real human beta read for you if you don't trust yourself to check your own grammar etc. but honestly something unpolished and written entirely by your human brain and human imagination will ALWAYS be better than AI slop.

also, the part about published authors doing this is patently untrue. i know this is a huge problem in the self-publishing space, but most publishers now are including clauses in their contracts that expressly forbid the use of AI in ANY part of the creative process. this includes using ChatGPT to generate or clean up outlines or Grammarly to spellcheck and revise. so if you're trying to publish, don't fucking do this or you could literally be asked to return an advance if you get caught.

i've posted about this in the past, but AI detectors are actually shocking accurate these days. i've tested them extensively recently and they can consistently and correctly flag individual sentences written by ChatGPT in an otherwise original passage. and they almost never flag false positives. so the argument that AI detectors can't be trusted is just flat out wrong. are they correct 100% of the time? no. but can they indicate with a high degree of accuracy if AI was used in some capacity? absolutely, especially if there is additional evidence.

and for all the people hand wringing about AI detectors flagging false positives, let me just say this: if something is not AI written it is very easy to prove. you can't write anything of any considerable length without leaving a massive paper trail of notes and drafts. almost all writing software tracks changes and makes it very easy to prove you wrote something yourself. being falsely being accused of AI isn't actually a real problem and is only being made to seem as such by people who are trying to get away with and justify using AI or who are worried about getting caught.

i think a lot of people are just lured by a seemingly easy shortcut, and to their untrained eye, what the AI is spitting out feels "better" to them than their own writing. but i promise you it's not. trust your own brain and put in the work to improve at your craft rather than outsourcing the gift of your imagination to a robot that steals from other people's work.

i will continue to die on this hill!!!!!

[flying-cat]

people who undermine the importance of izuku and katsuki's relationship throughout bnha because of "annoying shippers" or because they just don't like katsuki are insane because their relationship is literally so? important??? to the entire story???? katsuki is the deuteragonist of bnha. he was one of the first characters to show up. he was the first other person to know about OFA. so much of the manga is spent showing his development. if you deny his character development and relationship development ("relationship" does not always mean romantic relationship) with izuku, you are quite literally denying a massive part of the series. the manga starts with them and ends with them. you're allowed to dislike him but if you dislike him so much that you, in turn, start hating how izuku is a "punching bag" or a "doormat" for the entire series because he doesn't stay angry and vengeful at people even though a massive part of his character is that he's compassionate and kind even to people who aren't to him or used to not be, and you seriously think that that makes him weak, and you just start to dislike the main two characters of the series, i think you should. idk. stop reading, probably. read the revenge fantasy shit that you obviously want to read. there are like seven million manhwa available to you where the character gets the revenge you so desperately want to see.

[nepttunnee]

the thing that really gets me in mha is that like. before deku gets his quirk everyone is like you cant be a hero at all. which at the time makes sense bc all might is number one but like at all??? thats crazy. and then woah he has a quirk and he can be a hero and gets into the top class of the top hero school and we immediately meet a guy whose power is just tail. his name is tailman. and another who i kid you the fuck not is a diaper wearing misogynist whose whole schtick is he has sticky balls. and they’re like these r the top students ever!! the future of japan!! and deku is like i could have never gotten here without all might!! meanwhile ojiro is sitting there like a singular fucked up backflip away from being in the same boat as him hello?? looking at him straight on he’s just man?? are you serious right now. and then deku loses his super cool quirk whatevs and has to wait forever for his super powerful best friend/lover/enemy? to buy him a super cool gadget thingy whole time fucking tailman is over here on the same level as the kid who makes lightning bolts strong enough to fry the human brain come out of his hands

[lgbtlunaverse]

Thinking of the Nie disciple that told Nie Mingjue it was Meng Yao who stayed behind to clean up corpses on the battlefield today.

Nie Mingjue didn't just randomly stumble upon poor lil meowyao eating bread in the novel, he was already looking for him to thank and reward him for his work.

That's what makes it so fun that nieyao's first conflict will end up being about someone else taking credit for Meng Yao's work.

And I'm sure that Nie Mingjue's actual opinions on plagiarism are a lot more nuanced, all we really get from him in this scene is "well you shouldn't kill someone over it!" which leaves a lot of room for what punishments he thinks are appropiate. But I bet that it isn't occuring to him in this moment that the only reason he knows Meng Yao at all, the only reason he got such a capable deputy, is that he noticed someone was taking care of the dead and cared enough to want to know their name. And then the Nie disciples didn't lie to him. The disciple he asked could have said "it was me, Zongzhu" to rise in the ranks himself, but he didn't. He went and asked others, who all also could have taken the credit, but they didn't. Someone saw Meng Yao working and decided to be honest about it and that simple decision is the catalyst for Meng Yao becoming Nie Mingjue's deputy.

Meng Yao can't just work hard to get results, others have to acknowledge that work. If they don't, it's as if he didn't do anything at all.

[thwispsings]

the idea came to me in a migraine induced dream but now im obsessed with the concept of a mu qingfang who knew the abuse bunhe was going through at the hands of og!shen qingqiu/shen jiu and did his best to treat the kid whenever he could (and bring his concerns to zhangmen shixiong, which were obviously very much ignored) and his constant worry over the situation means that when the qi deviation happens he is suspicious of shen qingqiu’s changes for all different reasons and very much protective of luo binghe -who is a sweet child and an earnest disciple who seems to always find the most incredible medicinal herbs to bring to his mu shishu as thanks for the care bestowed upon him- which means that when the whole shen qingqiu dying thing happens instead of bad mouthing luo binghe or fighting him at every chance he does his best to come over and keep an eye on things to try and help him and make sure luo binghe won’t kill himself trying to bring shen qingqiu back because he remembers that earnest kid and he’s witnessed luo binghe’s devotion to this shen qingqiu first hand and knows there is no way that the kid who cried when ning yingying found a bird with a broken wing and begged mu qingfang to fix it and the kid that would always borrow medical texts and try to find new herb combinations as if it was a game between him and qian cao disciples is actually doing anything nefarious to shen qingqiu’s corpse.

anyways in this essay i will-

[buccellato]

Vash is actually very lucky his brother is just regular evil and not Annoying Dumbass Sibling evil because he just has to deal with murder instead of having to finally give up and block his brother's phone number after a long and agonizing argument that stretched out over the past 6 months only for him to get on a bus the next day for a 14 hour ride and have everyone else's phones ding up with a message all at once which results in the other riders giving him A Look and the person sitting next to him going "erm, is this you? :/" and showing him this image