#consensual punishment

[rebrandedstoryline]

Naughty Nightlight

AYO, more soup! More hot n spicy SOOP!

@zenkaiankoku, @feralmoonlight, @saburo-kyoto, @juupitrr

I didn’t think I’d wind up writing this one so soon but the idea was there when I woke up so I had to get it written or my brain would pester me. Still technically inspired by this post.

Moon x Reader. Contains the use of toys. Contains spanking. Contains biting. I’m pretty sure this qualifies as BDSM to some degree. This is a jealous, possessive Moon. This is more than suggestive, it is explicit. So be warned. 2k words. Just in case: This is all a completely consensual part of the relationship. Moon is very dominant and a punishment can be easily stopped with a safe word. Stay safe out there and be aware of your partners needs!

A furious growl escapes the animatronic as his eyes fixate on you. Dark. Threatening. Ominous. Quiet, but oh so obvious. He stares at you. He soaks in your disheveled appearance. Body bare upon the bed. Skin flushed pink from personal indulgence. Legs spread apart and bright blue dildo pressed all the way inside you. An excited, somewhat anxious tremble escapes you as you take note of his expression. For as angry as that growl was, his expression hints at nothing.

A wide, seemingly excited smile has spread across his features. Sharp teeth on display. He licks his lips as he looks at you. But it’s his gaze which hints at his fury. Intense. Fixated. Like a predator which has just come across weak, vulnerable prey. He practically stomps into the room. He comes to the edge of the bed, crawling up so that he might kneel upon it between your legs. Rather than touch you immediately, he proceeds to dig his fingers into the bedding. You jolt slightly at the sound of fabric being brutally ripped.

          “What a naughty, naughty little girl you are, Nightlight~” Moon growls out, leaning towards you. His smile never wavers. His eyes remain unblinking. Hungry. Angry. Practically threatening. Against your wishes, you tremble from the excitement of it all. You can see that possessive glint in his eyes. Against your better judgement, it excites you. You like when he gets possessive. You like how much he obviously wants you. You also like to tempt fate. In effect, you’ve just invited a very grouchy, very hungry lion into your bed. And he had the teeth and claws necessary to make short work of you.           “Playing with such a crude thing. Making such a mess. Leaving me left out. Rulebreaker. R u l e b r e a k e r~!” He effectively hisses out the words, his voice getting deeper and darker as he speaks. You hear him tearing into the bed again. A tremble rolls through you. That could be you being shredded by his claws. Some part of you wanted it to be. Some part of you wanted him to take you and violently remind you that you were his. To remind you why it was that you had so expressly been forbidden from doing this naughty deed. It wasn’t even that he hated the idea of you masturbating.

          It was that he absolutely despised the idea of anyone else’s cock being inside of you. Moon was jealous. He was possessive. Even a toy purchased for your personal use seemed to be perceived as a threat to his claim to your heart and soul. Even when you’d sneakily gone and made it mirror the shaft that sprouted from between his legs. Even when you’d gone out of your way to intentionally show that you were trying to replicate his touch when you were unable to be with him. He didn’t like it.

          Now he was angry. Angry, and possessive, and on the brink of going feral. Some part of you felt guilty for upsetting him. The other part of you recognized that your punishment was going to be stern and it was going to be sift. He leans closer to still, his tongue half poking from between his sharp teeth as he stares unabashedly at your crude display.

          “Hands under your ass. Now. Lift it up.” Moon commands, his voice an even more stern growl. Trembling faintly, you oblige. You slide your hands around to grasp at the underside of your arse, and strain somewhat to lift your lower half up off of the bed. The position is difficult. The position is uncomfortable. That is the point. You are being punished and you know very well to obey. Disobedience will add to the punishment.           “Do not move. Do not take your eyes off of me.” He commands, prying a hang out from the mangled corpse of the bed to move it between your legs. You keep your eyes locked on his. You soak in his wild, passionate expression. All the while you are not allowed to look at what he’s doing with his hand. All you’re allowed to do is feel it as you struggle to maintain the position he’s had you lay in. Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel him take hold of the pho phallus that still lays buried inside you.

          He pulls it out completely in one swift movement. Not fast enough for it to genuinely hurt, but fast enough for it to almost sting. Just as swiftly he pushes it back in. Then back out. Then back in. Repeatedly. Relentlessly. He ignores how your legs begin to tremble from the strain of maintaining your pose. He doesn’t care whether or not his actions are pushing you near orgasm. They are. But laying here alone with him in bed, knowing that he could so easily touch you directly, that was the punishment.

          You’re being denied the pleasure of his touch, just as you were denying him the pleasure of touching you when you decided to use the fake shaft. All the while you’re forced to keep your hands to yourself by maintaining this awkward and tedious position. All the while you’re forced to maintain eye contact with him as he gives you exactly what you asked for. An orgasm. An orgasm brought about by the swift and unfeeling thrusting of a silicone cock. Cold. Unloving. A useless toy that you now regretted bringing into your home.

          Tears prick at your eyes as the ache in your arms and legs grows more obvious. You’re so close. So close to climax. But you can’t do it. Your body buckles abruptly. While you don’t exactly fall far, you do fall enough for the toy to be unceremoniously withdrawn from you completely. Still, you maintain eye contact with Moon. You watch as his smile falters for a split second. You watch as rage, and dare you believe it, concern, flashes in his eyes. He finally looks away from you. You follow his gaze.

          He’s glaring daggers at the sopping wet toy that he holds in his hand. His strength is so easily portrayed as he abruptly mangles it in his grip. His claws pierce and shred the silicone with the ease of a hot knife through butter. The dildo is left ruined beyond the means of use. He throws it directly into the trashcan near the nightstand. Gone. Never to return. Forbidden to return. He turns back to you. His gaze still angry, though there’s a softness to it now. He pulls you closer to him.

          Close enough that you can feel his erection confined within the fabric of his clothing. He purposefully and roughly grinds against you. Stimulating you while also denying you both the contact you both so desperately desire. He growls again. Softer first. Then his voice gets ominous once more. He leans down to lick away the tears that have escaped your eyes. Gently. Slowly. Seemingly resisting the urge to call your punishment done and begin the aftercare process. But he knows he’s can’t. He’s not done yet. You broke the rules again.

          “I told you not to move.” Moon growls again, moving his hands to run them along the underside of your legs. Slowly. Carefully. He slides them up to press his palms against the underside of your knees. Then up your legs go. He pushes them up. Not quite to your chest, but your backside is rendered entirely exposed to him with the position that you’ve been pushed into. He adjusts you in his hold to keep both of your legs held up with one hand. You know what’s coming next. It’s obvious. You shudder slightly in anticipation of it.           “Now I have to punish you more!” He practically snarls, bringing down his free hand to strike you on the arse. It stings. It stings a lot. Enough to make tears well in your eyes once more. There’s no pleasure to counteract the pain. He strikes you once. Twice. Thrice. Your backside is no doubt left littered with three distinct imprints of his hand. The swats stop as soon as a tear rolls down your cheek. That’s enough. He loves you. He doesn’t want to hurt you. He doesn’t want to push you to your breaking point. He lets go of your legs, but you keep them up.

          Slowly. Carefully. He caresses the pink welts that he’s left upon your ass. Apologizing for the pain. Reassuring you that despite his anger - despite the ferocity of his punishment - he still loves you. Still, you tremble at his touch. The pain and pleasure mixes together where his fingers meet your sore skin. His growling is gone. Replaced with soft, soothing shushing. He leans to lick the tears from your cheeks once more. When you wrap your arms around him to pull him in for a kiss, he does not deny you.

          The kiss is short but hungry. Brief, but exactly what you needed to come back down to earth. Still, you crave him. The toy wasn’t enough. The toy wasn’t the same as him, even if you succeeded at making it resemble him. Your insides feel empty. Wanting. The heat of your loins screaming for his touch.

          “I-I’m sorry! Pease...” You breathlessly whisper your apology against his lips. Begging for him. Pleading for him to touch you more. For him to fill the emptiness that the toy left behind. He practically purrs against your lips as he kisses you again, pulling you closer. You feel him grind his clothed phallus against you ever so slightly, but he’s not teasing. He wants to feel you. His hand sneaks down to fumble about for a moment. Just to free himself from the fabric that prevents him from feeling you.

          “Good girl~” Moon purrs, breaking away from the kiss to lick along your neck. A loud, breathless moan escapes you as you feel it. He presses in. One sweet, swift motion. He buries himself inside of you. Prevented from penetrating further only by the force of your pelvis being crushed against his. Hot and slick. You wrap your legs around him, trying to keep him close. Not that he plans on going anywhere. He won’t even risk slipping out from inside of you as he begins to roll his hips. Slowly. Sweetly. Replacing the emptiness that the toy left within you.           “Oh, Stars... I love you~!” His voice leaves him as both a moan and a growl. You gasp abruptly, feeling his teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder. He bites you deeply. He bites you swiftly to reduce that initial pain, then he locks his jaws for a moment to soak up the bitter taste of your blood. Your trembling increases. The pain mixes with the pleasure, creating a euphoria that cannot be described with words alone. When he withdraws his teeth from your flesh, he cleans the wound with his tongue. Slowly and intently. Assuring that the blood can’t drip off to stain the blankets.           “Never do that again. Never! Never!” He growls, growing possessive once more. He’s demanding. He’d begging. He’s making it clear that he doesn’t ever want to discover you replacing his touch with a toy again. Ever. Never. You can’t even find your voice to respond to him, it’s been overtaken by the gasps and moans which escape you with his every thrust. So you pull him closer. You cling to him. You bury your neck in his shoulder and lightly bite him back. Your teeth are to weak and blunt to do anything to him.

          Still, he can feel it. His possessive growls grow louder as his thrusts get stronger. Filling you. Breeding you. He’ll mark your body with his teeth. With his claws. With the essence that spills from within him to plant itself inside your womb. Then, when you’ve been left breathless and exhausted, he’ll lay with you. He’ll cradle you close. He’s whisper sweet nothings and sing your name as you come down from your high. Then, when your legs fail to support you, he’ll carry you.

          He’ll tend to your every want and need, having been satisfied with fully imprinting himself onto you. His one and only. His Nightlight. His one shred of hope that shines bright regardless of the dark.

[familyromantic]

Shipcest idea: Having to deal with actual prosecution because of incest. How unlucky should you be to get caught with enough proof to put you in jail? Or maybe there's even a death punishment for this "crime". Can your characters escape this fate?

[carmineskiesandspidereyes]

A Softer Trigun, part 12/?

pt. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

[womans-armor-workshop]

The Locking (Punishment) corset is a new custom design for those who are looking for fun times. I spent over 50 hours working on it. Traditional lacing at the back covered with a flap fastening by the belt with a special locking buckle and metal grommets. To prevent metal busk from chipping by metal parts of the belt, the front closure is protected by the zippered cover. Corset has 18 spiral steel bones and 6 rigid flat steel bones. Shoulder strap could be detached if needed. Tightly laced and fully locked by the lock on the belt buckle, this corset could be part of the stunning outfit. Be mindful with whom you trust the key and have fun.

[xamaxenta]

…Sabo public punishment where hes stripped down and chained up in a courtyard free for the general revolutionary army staff to use as they please

[hell-heron]

Stealing this from dreamwidth but imagine you absolutely had to, at gunpoint, turn one of your fanfics into a publishable work, doesn't matter if it's good or would sell. Put in the tags what would you choose and how you would go about filing off the serial numbers.

[nicosraf]

Random ramble but I'm not a big fan of the Book of Enoch (though ABM 2 requires me to read it loads of times) and I just found out the Book of Enoch is basically where the concept of hell comes from? I didn't realize it before, but this is definitely the earliest source (I think) of the "wicked" having a designated place to suffer after death.

What I find maybe *more* interesting is that Uriel tells Enoch about a designated place for stars to suffer:

And I saw there something horrible: I saw neither a heaven above nor a firmly founded earth, but a place chaotic and horrible. 10 And there I saw seven stars of the heaven bound together in it, like great mountains and burning with fire. 11 Then I said: "For what sin are they bound, and on what account have they been cast in hither?" 12 Then said Uriel, one of the holy angels, who was with me, and was chief over them, and said: "Enoch, why dost thou ask, and why art thou eager for the truth? These are of the number of the stars of heaven, which have transgressed the commandment of the Lord, and are bound here till ten thousand years, the time entailed by their sins, are consummated."

Right after, Uriel tells Enoch there's yet another separate hell for angels:

And from thence I went to another place, which was still more horrible than the former, and I saw a horrible thing. A great fire there which burnt and blazed, and the place was cleft as far as the abyss, being full of great descending columns of fire. Neither its extent or magnitude could I see, nor could I conjecture. 14 Then I said: "How fearful is the place and how terrible to look upon!" 15 Then Uriel answered me, one of the holy angels who was with me, and said unto me: "Enoch, why hast thou such fear and affright?" 16 And I answered: "Because of this fearful place, and because of the spectacle of the pain." 17 And he said unto me: "This place is the prison of the angels, and here they will be imprisoned for ever."

And then, then, you get the hell for the humans, a bit after that. So there's actually 3 separate places for punishment. (If the angels have their own place to suffer, how come Satan isn't there, then? I think Enoch (kind of) conflates Lucifer with Azazel but also uses "Satan" as a general term for... demons, I think. Enemies of God.)

But returning to the stars, it reads that their reason for punishment is:

"And the stars which roll over the fire are they which have transgressed the commandment of the Lord in the beginning of their rising, because they did not come forth at their appointed times. 21 And He was wroth with them, and bound them till the time when their guilt should be consummated for ten thousand years."

I'm curious if this is implying all stars are bound and punished – and that the cosmos and burning are their prison – or if it's just a few stars that made God mad at the beginning of time. Regardless, punished stars is kind of amusing to read based off what I wrote about Uriel in ABM. Just a fun coincidence I think sksksk

[seidanguard]

That last message was me - Havik

"I know."

[multishipper-baby]

I love the "himbo + woman who pegs him" dynamic as much as anyone, but I personally prefer "terrible man + woman who pegs him"

[mimi-is-so-horny]

never need a hatefuck more than when i hate myself *pouts*

maybe i'll even try watching a Tarantino film and call a man Daddy, who knows!

[dolldefiler]

[Found out that (consensual) gaslighting can be fun, thanks to my cute lady friend.]

“Touch yourself for me, sweetheart.”

“O-okay, Sir.”

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You want this, don’t you?”

“Touching myself? Yes, Sir.”

“And that’s why you’re continuing to touch yourself, right?”

“I-I… think so? But I’m touching myself because you told me to…?”

“Do you really think I have any power over you, my love? Who’s in control of your fingers right now?”

“I… am?”

“So… who is it that wants you to touch yourself? Mhm?”

“... Me, Sir?”

“Good girl. You’re learning.”

“Thank you, Sir, but what’s this got to do with-”

“Why are you continuing to touch yourself, my love?”

“Because you told me, Sir?”

“I only told you to touch yourself once. I didn’t tell you to keep touching yourself.”

“I’m… So I’m touching myself because I want to?”

“You tell me, sweetheart. Do you want to continue playing with yourself?”

“... Yes, Sir, I do.”

“And why is that, my love?”

“Because it feels good… Sir.”

“What feels good, my love?”

“Touching myself feels really good, Sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Touching myself feels really good, Sir.”

“And again.”

“Touching myself feels really fucking good, Sir.”

“And so why are you touching yourself, my love?”

“Because touching myself feels so, so, so good, Sir!”

“But did you ask me for permission to touch yourself?”

“I… I… I don’t know, Sir. I think I-... Didn’t you tell me to touch myself?”

“Oh, you silly little slut. You’ve already forgotten? You’re touching yourself because it feels ‘so, so, so’ good.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me. Please, I won’t do it again!”

“Sweetheart, you know what you need to do, don’t you? Slap yourself for me, my love.”

[borosilikat]

Tek ayak üstünde, havadaki ayağının altında mumla; bir süre sonra iki ayağının altında mumla ve parmak uçlarına kalkmış; belindeki ip yukarıdaki bir kancaya ve diğer ucu da bileklerinde bağlı, yorulursan önündeki masaya eğilip ayaklarını havaya kaldırabileceğin ve tabanını dinlendireceğin ama bu seferde karnındaki ipin nefesini keseceği; öne eğilinceyse içine gireceğim, asla dinlenemeyeceğin bir ceza.

Kimseyi üzmemen gerektiğini anlaman için ilk adım.

[ursie]

Brennan’s statement on Palestine :

[ ID: Statement from Brennan Lee Mulligan, on Instagram. It consists of three black squares with plain white text. The text reads as follows:

"I'm calling on my government officials to immediately demand a ceasefire and de-escalation in Gaza.

I applaud anyone and everyone calling for peace, with the understanding that real peace only exists if it deeply and honestly accounts for and fully ends violence in all its forms. Real peace addresses and corrects wrong-doing in the past and guards against it in the future. It goes hand in hand with justice and requires truth, restoration, reconciliation, reparation.

Peace cannot co-exist with collective punishment, ethnic cleansing and forced displacement. It cannot co-exist with blockades, embargoes, or with 2.2 million people, half of which are children, trapped with no hope of escape or political recourse. it cannot co-exist with murdered journalists, bombed hospitals, or years of protesters being shot and killed at the border. it cannot co-exist with illegal settlements, segregated roads, and the silent, imperial chill that settles over the gaps in the violence - the unspoken geopolitical consensus that a group of people need to unflinchingly accept permanent subjugation and occupation.

My hear breaks for every Israeli person who lost loved ones during the attacks of October 7th. It breaks for every Ukrainian person who has lost their loved ones. It breaks for every Congolese person who has lost their loved ones. I do not speak on behalf of Palestinians now because some lives are worth more than others. I speak on their behalf because I, and all Americans, have a responsibility to pressure our government because we are responsible for this. Some have said that this situation is complicated. The Unites States government clearly disagrees. It has definitively, categorically, militarily chosen a side, and I do not agree with that decision.

In wiring this, I have been wrestling with what I am sure many people like me wrestle with: There is a powerful narrative surrounding violence in the Middle East that asserts and ever-moving goalpost of self-education and study in order to even be qualified to have an opinion. As someone with a love of research, I have at times in my life fallen into the trap that I am not educated enough clever enough, or aware enough to have a worthwhile perspective, and that three more articles and two more lectures and one more book will do the trick. Unfortunately, democracy doesn't work that way - we, the citizens of any democracy, cannot possibly be experts on every aspect of the policies of our governments, and yet if we do not constantly weigh in an make our voices heard, the entire experiment falls apart. Not only do people constantly doubt themselves and the things they can see with their own two eyes, but old shortcuts for political action can fall apart as well: This specific issue exists along a raw, charged and unique faultline in American Politics. Nobody I grew up with has ever challenged me on my support for abortion rights, LGBT rights, Black Lives Matter, anti-capitalism, anti-fascism, none of it. The people in my country who would despise me for those positions are, for all intents and purposes, strangers to me. But there are people who I've broken bread with and shared honest affection with who will see the words I've written here and incorrectly conclude that I do not wish for the security, dignity and happiness of them and their loved ones, and that breaks my fucking heart. Full-throatedly condemning the actions of the Israeli government while battling rampant anti-semitism at home is an urgent moral necessity, and doing so is made unnecessarily challenging for the average person to navigate by the pointed obfuscations of cynical opportunists, bigots, and demagogues on all sides of the political spectrum who see some advantage in sowing that incredibly dangerous confusion.

So, I'm calling my representatives. I'm having hard conversations with friends and family. I'm here, talking to you. I should have done it sooner. If you're Israeli and hurt by this statement, know that I want freedom, dignity, security and peace for you, and that every ounce of my political awareness believes whole-heartedly that the actions of your government are not only destroying innocent lives, but doing so to the detriment of you and your loved ones' safety. If you're American and feel lost and confused - I understand and empathize. This, the whole country, only works when we get involved. I am constantly haunted by the specter that maybe I missed some crucial piece of information on this, or any, important world event. I'll just have to make my peace with that self-doubt and trust my gut by going with Jewish Voice for Peace, Amnesty International, the Geneva Conventions, the United Nations, etc. And if you're Palestinian and reading this: I unreservedly support your right to life, to freedom, to happiness and human flourishing, to full enfranchisement and equal rights, to opportunity, prosperity and abundance, to the restoration of stolen property and land, and to a Free Palestine." End ID ]

[omgeto]

oh you wanna play psycho killer? can i be the helpless victim...

｡･:*˚:✧｡ authors note — my first kinktober!! ahh go crazy. i will try my best to write good smut for you people. here's my master list so you can see what im cooking up for you guys. i might add some more but for now here it is... MDNI!!

OCTOBER 1ST...

THRILL(h)ER — satosugu x reader

when watching a scary movie with your two best friends, you cant help but hold onto them tight every time you get jumpscared. but as the night goes on and your fingers roam... wait, what movie were you watching again?

cw: threesome (duh), double penetration, blowjobs, spanking, praise & degredation

OCTOBER 7TH...

your 'ONLY FAN' — dilf neighbour!toji x cam girl!reader

when you're a top cam girl, your used to having thousands of people watching you every night. yet among the masses, theres one fan that stands out. he not only is a high tipper but is someone you happen to know all too well. and he's about to go to long lengths to prove to you that he's the only fan of yours that matters.

cw: toji breaks into your house and blows your back out. facefucking, slight choking, use of toys, consensual sex tape making, sight breeding.

OCTOBER 14TH...

when you fuck your older neighbour — nanami, toji, geto, gojo

on the way to a halloween party, you just couldn't help but put a little pep in your step as your strut past your older neighbours house. and he can't help notice how tight and tiny your outfit is — it can barely fit. not that it matters anyway... it'll be off of you before the clock strikes 11...

cw: age gap (duh), spanking, nipple play, face riding, dick riding, all types of riding

OCTOBER 21st...

a quiet place — nanami x babysitter!reader

after returning from trick or treating with his kids, your 'boss' can't help but beg you stay the night with him. hoping to give you a 'treat' of his own. but shhh... you can't get too loud, his kids are sleeping.

cw: breeding, raw sex, talks of pregnancy, a whole lotta cum

OCTOBER 31st...

"CULT?... i thought this was a bathroom." — geto x reader

on a drunken halloween night you thought you were stumbling your way into the bathroom of a club, but you end up stumbling into the lap of a cult leader. and he doesn't like people like you. instead of doing what he usual does to your 'kind' he decides to punish you a different way — in front of all of his followers.

cw: public sex, major degradation, dark content... (slay)

so what do you think. what do you think of the banner? I tried really hard to make this whole thing so hopefully you guys love the layout AND THE FIC IDEAS. which one are you most exited for lmk :) also don’t use my header pls and thanks THERE IS NO TAGLIST <;33

[theworldgate]

I have to explain what is going on in the UK, because it is absurd.

So, this is Gary Lineker:

He's known for a fair few things over here. He was a very good (association) footballer, playing for England in the 1986 and 1990 World Cups, winning the Golden Boot in 1986, and managing to never get a single yellow card in his playing career. He played for Leicester City, Everton, Barcelona, and Tottenham, before finishing his career in Japan. But if you aren't in your mid 30s, you probably know actually know him him for a couple of other things. The first is the role of spokesman for another Leicester icon, Walkers Crisps (which are sort of equivalent to Lays, but hit different), as pictured above. Despite being a notably clean player, he used to play a cheeky serial crisp thief. I don't think he's done that for well over a decade, but his ads were on the telly a lot when I was a kid and it's a bit like learning that the hamburglar was an incredibly clean (American) football player or something.

The second thing Gary is widely known for is having presented Match of the Day, the big football program on the BBC, the sort-of state broadcaster, since 1999. He is, incidentally, very well paid for this (though with a consensus that he could get even more if he went to one of the non-free-to-view broadcasters because he is very good at the job). He also has a twitter account. And political opinions. So, the UK government has got itself dead set upon doing heinous stuff that will totally somehow work to prevent people who want to come to the UK making the perilous crossing of the Channel (between England and France). By heinous, I mean "openly advertise that they won't attempt to protect victims of modern slavery" stuff. It's very obviously using a legal hammer to victimise a marginalised group of people in order to win votes. And, uh, I should clarify that by "legal" I mean "using the passage of laws" - the policy is, in addition to all the other ways it's awful, probably incompatible with the Human Rights Act and the UK's international law obligations. Gary, top lad that he is, objected to this. On Tuesday 7th March, he made a quote Tweet of a video of the Home Secretary, Suella Braverman, bigging up the policy, he wrote "Good heavens, this is beyond awful.". This got a bunch of backlash from extremely right-wingers, and then he made the tweet that really got him in trouble (with right-wingers): "There is no huge influx. We take far fewer refugees than other major European countries. This is just an immeasurably cruel policy directed at the most vulnerable people in language that is not dissimilar to that used by Germany in the 30s, and I’m out of order?".

Now, I am not actually subjecting myself to watching a video of Suella Braverman bigging up a cruel policy to say whether the specific comparison of the language to 1930s Germany is accurate. But needless to say, Ms Braverman was amongst the many figures on the right of UK politics objecting to Gary's rhetoric. And here's the part where a fact about the BBC comes in: it is nominally neutral and impartial (and so, of course, is routinely accused of bias from all sides but particularly the right-wing), and has something of a code for its contributors to this effect. Now, that code has previously been applied to Gary Lineker, over a comment about whether governing Conservative Party would hand back donations from figures linked to the Russian regime. But it generally hasn't been applied too strongly to people like Gary, whose roles have nothing to do with politics (such as presenting a "here's what happened on the footie today" show), on the basis that, well, their roles have nothing to do with politics. However, when directly asked about whether the BBC should punish Gary Lineker for his tweets, government figures basically went "well, that's a them problem". But a couple of days passed, and it seemed like Gary's approach of "standing his ground because he did nothing wrong" was working and everything would die down. He was set to get 'a talking to' but not much more than that. The Conservative right, after all their fire and fury earlier, had gotten bored and moved onto something else. And then, on Friday 10th March, the BBC announced that he would be suspended from hosting Match of the Day this weekend. But it could still go ahead, because there are, like, other hosts! Except, well, funnily enough, when you take a beloved figure off air, for making a fairly anodyne tweet, no one wants to be the scab who actually takes up the role of replacing him. Gary's two co-hosts, Alan Shearer and Ian Wright, said that they would not appear without him. People who (co-)host Match of the Day on other days followed suit. The net result is that Match of the Day is currently set to air without hosts, BBC commentary, or global feed commentary. And the solidarity shown to Gary Lineker, over what is very flagrantly actual cancel culture and an attack on freedom of speech (the logic implied is that institutional impartiality requires that no one say anything too critical of the government ever), has continued to grow. The BBC has pretty much been unable to run pretty much any live sports content today, and has resorted to raiding the BBC Sounds archive to fill the sports radio channel. And, as of 17:30 on Saturday 11th March, the situation shows no signs of improvement, though some are calling for the Chairman Richard Sharp, who is separately facing corruption allegations, to resign (yes I linked to the BBC itself there, there is nothing, nothing, the BBC loves more than going into great detail about how much the BBC sucks).

[velvrei]

logan howlett drabble masterlist

note: all works here written by velvrei, do not take my work and post on third party apps or translate it either.

❦ = smut, ☼ = suggestive, ✿ = fluff

meeting logan hc’s ☼

logan howlett nsfw headcannons ❦ ☼

logan fucking you in his shirt ❦

riding logan’s face ❦

cocky! logan mocking you cause he fucks too good ❦

more mean and cocky logan ❦

logan punishing you for not listening ❦

giving head to sub!logan ❦

soft to rough fucking with logan ❦

logan taking your virginity ❦

enemies to lovers with logan ❦

logan being possessive at a bar ☼

logan eats you out cause you’re stressed ❦

mommy issues!logan sucking your tits ❦

bailing logan out of jail (please please please mv) ✿

logan consensually chokes you ❦

anything you do turns logan on ❦

early morning riding with logan ❦

69ing with logan ❦

logan makes you cry by degrading you and feels horrible ✿ ❦

car sex with logan ❦

logan falling for tony starks daughter ❦

make up sex with logan ❦

logan with a cat obsessed gf ✿

logan making you squirt for the first time ❦

logan’s reaction to lingerie ❦

logan masturbating to your scent ❦

mirror sex with logan ❦

logan secretly loving your sweet gestures ✿ ☼

logan comforting inexperienced gf ✿

you love sucking logan’s dick ❦

introducing wade and logan to chappell roan ✿

logan face fucks you after long day ❦

logan guiding you through your first blow job ❦

cockwarming with logan ❦

you kill guys by crushing them with your thighs and logan feels a certain way about it ☼

logan with adhd gf ✿

logan with mute gf ✿

sub!logan with strong gf ❦

showering with logan ❦

pain kink with logan ❦

jealous!teacher!logan fucking you after frat boys made flirty comments about you ❦