#he's a loser and an incel i fear

[fushitoru]

THIS CHAPTER IS SO FUCKING GOOD WHAT THE BANTAR READER CLCOKING GOJOS ASS I CANT

LMAOOOO ikr gojo is sooooo gagged bc no one can clock him like reader can...like other ladies just leave the convo awkwardly (rightfully so) bc he's always saying goofy ahh stuff but not reader

if this gojo lived in the 21st century he would leave those rlly out of pocket comments on instagram and reader would ratio him 100%

[konigsblog]

Okay imagine this — loser&creep konig who takes pictures of his favorite pair of your panties to post to his creepy forums… he probably cums all over them too 🙂‍↕️ (I could see this specifically with stepbrother konig too!!)

TW; NON-CON. MDNI 18+

Oh, for sure.

Loser-Creep-König knows exactly what he's doing. He visits these creepy forums for hours at a time, talking with other depraved and deranged perverts similar to tp himself while showing off all the disturbing and violating photos he's captured so far. He has plans to take even more, of your mouth with his thick, white, and bitter cum on your tongue and running down your throat, while you're fast asleep after being drugged.

You trust König. You don't suspect him at all. After all, he's your best friend, what reason do you have to fear König like everyone else does, listen to their hurtful rumours? People have always warned you to stay away from perverted creeps like König, but you've known him for so long. He's not creepy - he's simply just misunderstood by those who are judgmental, who don't bother getting to know him.

These photos expose every inch of your body, from your pretty face to your precious holes. He'll spurt thick ropes of his creamy semen all over your body, taking pictures of your breasts covered in globs of his thick cum and your slick, raw, and drooling pussy after being fucked for hours.

He gets paid for these photos, profiting off of exposing you to others. He goes into extreme detail about his sick fantasies and what he plans to do to you. Other older sadistic incels like himself – probably in their late fifties – are jerking off to your pretty pussy, getting off to your pain. They talk to König, requesting pictures and videos. They'll ask König to rape you, share you with others, to completely violate you.

At least König has more money to spend on you!

[ailarii]

Bully!Shigaraki X Reader

So thanks to my bestie i have started coming up with an idea for a Shigaraki/Reader Quirkless!AU Yandere darkfic and i wanted to see if anyone on here wanted to perhaps give some feedback/tell me your thoughts on it

TW: Stalking, Abuse, Bully!Shigaraki,

Y/n has moved back to her hometown and is living with her brother after a terrible breakup with a guy who is five hundred different Red Flags. You get a job at a local convenience store and work the graveyard shift because you just need something to make you money to get back on your feet.

Around 4/5am one morning a man comes in that you don't pay much attention to. He's about your age, wearing a hoodie and sweats, and tapping away on his phone. You just keep doing what you're doing and wait to see if he actually buys anything.

When he comes up to the counter, he still doesn't look up at you, playing something on his phone. Whatever. You scan his stuff and say what he owes.

That's when he pauses. He looks up from his phone with a small look of surprise that turns into a creepy little smile when he takes you in.

For a moment he doesn't do anything and you're just like, "Sir? Cash or card?"

"Right," he says slowly as he takes out his wallet and taps the card to the reader.

No other words are exchanged and you watch him leave, both confused as fuck and HELLA creeped out.

You have no idea who that man was, but he never forgot about you.

You, the sweet little girl a year younger than him in high school who tried to reach out to him when he was sitting by himself. You, who were the first to show him some semblance of kindness in the hell of that institution.

You, who he had no idea how to react to. No one was nice to him, not guys, never girls. Except Toga, but that didn't count.

He wanted more of it. He wanted you to look at him and notice him and talk to him more. You were just so not like him, so nice, so sweet, so fragile.

He wanted to break you.

If anyone asked him if he bullied you in high school, he'd say no, of course not. That's not what that was, but there's a reason you left the city. There's a reason that you moved across the country and started new. You didn't want to by anywhere near him -- especially because you didn't know how to deal with your own warring feelings toward the man that had terrorized you for four goddamn years.

Whenever you thought about him, you knew that you hated him. You knew you were scared of him.

So why did you always get butterflies in your stomach every time he looked in your direction back then?

Fear, you told yourself. It had to be fear. Terror of that little stick of a man with unkempt blue hair and red eyes that you still saw in the corner of your eye sometimes.

A man that looked nothing like the one that smiled at you that night. No, he was taller, bulkier. His hair was long, white. It couldn't be the same loser incel that you knew, right?

....

Right?

You try to reason with yourself, but more often than not, you find that those red eyes in the corner of your vision aren't just a trick of your mind when you head home from your shifts.

[gornackeaterofworlds]

got any hcs for bay donnie 😇😇😊😊😊😊😊👁️👁️

Random-

-Even though Raph goes up top the most, Donnie is the one that wants to be human the most. Evidenced by his obsession with the mutagen, yes, but also his smaller behaviors. He wears more human pants and shoes than his brothers. He wears very generic glasses that everyone who's worn glasses has had before. He speaks the clearest imo. I think it's born from the fact that even though he's a turtle like his brothers, he's the tallest and least muscular of them. He doesn't feel like he belongs anywhere, a feeling that's made worse by their teasing.

-He has a really big fear of heights, and that's why he didn't dwell on the plane jump, he just powered through. That's also partially why he has Mikey on top of the truck instead of himself or a camera

-He is absolutely obsessed with racing games, especially those arcade ones where it's the whole seat and steering wheel. That's where he learned to drive, and why he goes so fast.

SFW-

-He's a fucking loser. I know this is the running joke in the movies and everything but I mean he is pathetic. If this boy was a human he'd be on the edge of becoming an incel. Like, the back of the class "devil's advocate" incel. Too many people make him cocky, and he can be, but if he likes you that man is fumbling at every step, every word, until you fan his ego enough to get past his insecurities.

-I don't think Don is an incel though, I think his unconventional upbringing has made him more caring. Despite having low empathy, I think if he can realize he likes you then he'll do things for you out of kindness. Acts of service, if you will.

-I think he's very emotionally dim-witted. As seen in the plane scene, he methodically goes over the plan and then jumps, not even seeing the apprehension from his brothers. You'll have to be direct and honest, he won't take offense to it.

Nsfw below the cut

NSFW-

-He's a fucking loser. If he likes you, this man is horny all the time over any little thing. Even when you're talking, he's entranced by the movement of your lips. He WILL be bad at sex at the beginning, especially because the most he's ever done is watch porn. He knows anatomy better than his brothers, yes, but don't think that correlates to romance or experience.

-A sucker for worship, from either party. He'll give it genuinely, because he's just so surprised you're his. That someone so perfect and human could love and want him and show him their naked body. But he also likes receiving it, he can turn into a cocky mf if you rile him up with praise.

-Does not care how you look or dress. Pizza-stained shirt, basketball shorts and greasy low ponytail? He wants to smash. Dolled up in purple just for a movie date? You won't remember the name of the movie, trust. He'd find all manner of body types, skin colors, hair textures, eye colors, etc very intriguing and beautiful, he wouldn't have a preference(none of them really would, seeing as they'd be lucky a human even looked at them with good intent). Part of it is you being everything he's always wanted. A partner, of course, but a human as well. He'd kill for that kind of opportunity and accepts his lot in life through having you.

-Once the first time awkwardness wears off Donnie gets good really fast. He's very observant when it comes to data, and he's seen that first sex as an experimental moment to help compartmentalize his feelings a bit and grow. He memorized every sound you made and what caused it, even if his memory is a little hazy at the end from all the pleasure.

-You will peg him, or fuck him if you have a dick. There's no debate here. And he will cry pleasure tears.

-Whines into the back of his hand. For all he's overcome, he's still insecure about his looks, especially his O face and his mouth. Partially insecure about the sounds he makes, and partially trying to muffle himself so his brothers don't hear.

-Also talks, but very incoherently. Like only the first half of his sentences and it's very rushed and breathy.

-Will try anything in the name of scientific experimentation(and bc he loves you). Any kink you have, however small, can be communicated honestly with him and he'll try his best. He actually really likes when you tell him these things, because it's just more assurance that you really want him.

[tonycries]

My little love, my little light, my heart... The way I would wage a war for you and your scenarios is slightly ridiculous, but who am I to deny the world the right to your beautiful mind. Anyway Could you imagine a reader having a tongue vibrating tongue piercing and using it on Nanami...like giving him the sloppiest of tops, or entirely with some incel (Shiggy or Naoya) LIKE!?!?!?!?!?! But always, I adore you, as always, and I'm (im)patiently waiting for your next writing to drop. Talk soon Kisses

HIII MY LOVELY NONNIE

Omg don't say thattt it's making me blush n kick my feet 🤭🤭 Ahh you guys make my ego soar TOO much, I swear. But thank you, genuinely - your words make my day <333

And I'm ngl I didn't even know that vibrating piercings were a thing before this but - wow?? Hello?? Whoever designed those definitely matches my freak because IMAGINE just barely grazing your tongue against one of our loser boys - Naoya or Shiggy and that's all it takes for them to cum.

They're embarrassed, you're smug - that's until he finally gets out through ragged breathes - "do it again."

They'd form a bit of an addiction, I fear 😈

[spookfished]

media roundup june 2023

hey guys guess who just went "oh its the 4th of july. that means that its july" here im going to talk about things i read/watched/played last month! i didnt read as much but did finish a couple books that ive had checked out Forever. ok actually i read a lot woops

books/comics/written media:

fake dates and mooncakes by sher lee: fake dating (obv) premise between a cooking boy and a rich heir! book that made me realized im honestly just not that interested in ya romance anymore LMFAO. pretty sweet and a decent read, but landed more heavily on the expository end of uhh i guess diaspora fiction? than i really prefer. i think i picked this up bc the author got mega cancelled on tyk twitter lol??

bird by bird by anne lammott: book about how to write. i love to read about how people do stuff :3 some of the advice applies pretty universally to creative efforts i think.. made me want to write more too

john dies at the end by jason pargin: DNF. comic/horror about this loser guy who discovers stuff. sigh i tried so hard to like this book its supposed to be pretty 'mecore'...talked about this with alena a bunch but its like hm... i know the sort of casual offensiveness sort of goes in hand with being poor and white and in the midwest and i appreciate how its like that creates its own doomed narrative or whatever. but also i feel like the protagonist would call me slurs or something. also the lowgrade but pervasive orientalism is kinda offputting. probably fun for some other guy! i did enjoy the horror elements though

the goldfinch by donna tartt: literary coming of age about a boys relationship with a painting (the goldfinch). also he flops a lot and its sort of homoerotic i guess? a movie was made of it. so something to note is that ive had this book out on loan since literally december. neil kept on being like hey man just stop reading it LMFAO. thoughts cp'ed from discord:

why does the goldfinch feel like a 600 page leadup to the actual book which is 800 pages

idk at this point im kinda sick of pathetic lovelorn self obsessed semi literary men. like toku men are also sopping and pathetic but i think its more appealing when they are also kind and can be vulnerable. this guy is just annoying and kind of incel coded. like does a grand gesture to make up for the fact that he killed your dog while dogsitting

i actually did enjoy the parts post timeskip but i still think the first two thirds could have been cut or Greatly compressed or interspersed w the present or Something, yk? prose was nice though

the bodyguard by katherine center: romance novel about a woman bodyguard who lives for her job. fresh from a breakup, shes given a new undercover assignment with a handsome actor, recently withdrawn from society. will they be able to break each others' shells....? my mom recommended this to me LMFAO we kind of have different tastes in romance.. ive read a book by this author before i think her platonic scenes are very strong? i wish there had been a couple more of those. also i like how she always includes a life affirming section at the end about how important it is for us to open ourselves up to love etc etc cute but not especially memorable

kiss quotient by helen hoang: (reread) a shy, autistic econometrician decides that she needs to get better at sex, and so hires an escort. helen hoang is one of my faavorite romance authors i really enjoyed this reread although i kinda forgot that both leads say, think and do some pretty embarrassing things. but you know a little embarrassment is endearing and all that.. i still prefer her other book (the bride test) but this one is pretty good too. vivid characters 👍

sisters of dorley hall by alyson greaves: web fiction - a trans woman infiltrates a secret force-feminization program. ok im just cp'ing my thoughts from discord again but i enjoyed it a lot:

my thoughts are that the first like, third? is really really good. it like idk takes the very real trans fears of like discovery and passing and all that and fictionalizes them a bit. but like its still grounded and swag. sooo tense once The Reveal happens n things w steph are pretty normal it gets kinda meandering? which i dont really mind bc i love interpersonal drama even if i miss how tense and scary it was. but also theres only like two major plot threads going on rn and theyre both pretty slowburn. a timeskip would probably benefit tbh like the point rn is kinda like. the 7 year meteor? yeah sorry

like it used to be sort of psychological thriller? and now its sort of more character focus and also surprisingly fluffy.. im surprised that the author has said they have a complete outline bc it doesnt feel very focused atm? but also like i suppose things are snowballing a bit re: revealing the sisters to the outside world

an unauthorized fan treatise by lauren james: a fangirl trying to prove her rpf ship is real uncovers a greater conspiracy. to me if something is able to capture a specific age/vibe from the internet its automatically pretty good. however more and more people are learning how to do that so maybe i should change my standards... i was never involved in All That re: rpf or even fandoms of live action shows until kamen rider? but like i definitely knew people in hs that were sort of like this LMFAO so it felt very familiar. i appreciate the author trying to make that $$ but i dont know if it really needs an expansion/sequel.. the ending is better off with some ambiguity imo

impossible us by sarah lotz: literary romance? a man and a woman fall in love online, but encounter difficulties when they try to meet. ok im just pasting my thoughts here again (spoilers btw):

ok that was a lot of stuff. onto movies/tv:

xo kitty: kitty goes to a school to connect with her online boyfriend, but all is not well. yall this was not good. i guess my standards shouldnt have been that high but to all the boys ive loved before was so cute!! (havent watched/read the others). but like.. the writing was bad and the main actress just wasnt very sympathetic or charming? characters waste time saying "i can explain" until time runs out for them to actually explain, additional (and nonsensical) romance plots are added for no reason, and the male lead isnt even that hot. sorry. also kitty deciding to move to korea to connect with her mom but not bothering to learn a speck of korean and insisting that everyone else speak to her in english really sucks honestly. not even my mom liked it so thats how you know its bad 👎

succession season 1: yesss succession. greg is my favorite cant wait to see him become evil. makes me stressed

shin kamen rider (hideaki anno): reboot of the first kamen rider by the guy who made evangelion. this guy kinda makes the same thing over and over but it looked sick as hell so i wasnt complaining. like stella obstinaterixatrix said, kinda more introspective or even insular to the point of kinda ignoring the usual kr theme of justice but it was still very fun :3 kinda want to watch the original now

ready player one (movie): my parents made me watch this movie. aggressively mediocre.

kamen rider revice and live and evil and demons: pretty fun if you have the disease that makes you think revice is good, but mostly made me miss revice. i think they should have gone more into the clone thing but i always think that so

kamen rider juuga vs kamen rider olteca: two-parter special for kr revice. i forgot what happened in this pretty much immediately after but karizaki was hot

roman holiday: a princess touring in rome escapes her duties for a day, and meets a dashing young reporter. classic romance!! i actually liked this so so much like it actually is very romantic and funny and like deserves the hype. didnt expect it to be in black and white even so audrey hepburn is really hot. (spoilers) more romances should have bittersweet endings though like it hit

kamen rider ryuki: a young man is inducted into a battle royale between those fighting for their deepest wishes, and decides to try and stop the rider battle once and for all. hey guys ryuki is so fucking good for those who have watched madoka magica a lot of it is very heavily based off of/inspired by ryuki! but ryuki does it better. pretty much The kamen rider has so much to say about justice and love and what it means to be a hero and sacrifice and *runs out of air and falls over* also it made me cry. if you ever try kamen rider try this one <3

EDIT OH i forgot about across the spiderverse 100/10 obviously groundbreaking in animation nice take on generational trauma and also like the nature of adaptation and being in a multimedia comics franchise and all that. really hope the sequel doesnt get crunched too bad. oh but copaganda not great 99/10

video games:

twisted wonderland: gacha game where random disney villains are bishie high schoolers instead. ill play chapter 3 sometime soon i swear. gameplay is terrible as with most gacha games but the characters are cute? i feel terrible guilt for being involved with a disney franchise. honestly pretty compelling character writing sometimes though sorry

apico: stardew-like about raising bees (in beta). sooooo cute and the devs obv care about bees a lot in real life. the gameplay loop + breeding systems are a little bit punishing right now though i really hope it gets adjusted. took over my life during finals (woops) and i got like half the bees and then burnt out. multiplayer is fun though!

legend of zelda tears of the kingdom: the next zelda game, now featuring building + vertical elements. yeah this took over my life for two months like it did for a bunch of other people i finished the main story a couple days ago! i might go back to do a couple more of the shrine puzzles, but other than that i think im done. LOVE the vertical elements and also all the little sidequests there are to do and how the world has changed since botw. dragons tears was really good and OMG PROVING GROUNDS. would be a 10/10 if zelda was the protag stop damseling her you guys cmon

paper mario origami king: newest paper mario game, which is a spinoff of the main series where theyre all paper (duh). im about halfway through this, i think? tried it out because of the dunkey video lol and also bc it was free at my library. very charming and inventive, has a really good soundtrack and really funny writing! i know the gameplay was controversial, but im enjoying it a lot (and theres a lot of room for error). might 100% it

it feels like this month i tried a lot of things that i didnt really like LMAO. also a lot of romance. im very happy about finally finishing the goldfinch! the only holdout on my libby is slaughterhouse 5 :P i did find some things that i really liked though! anyways this one feels a bit more scattered but if you got to the ending, congratulations! thanks for reading :3

[depressed-shinnie]

what's your opinion on the shincel headcanon/movement

I see where they’re coming from, you know, sad hacker/programmer spends all his time alone in the dark on his computer, but he has a job for one, and is canonically very clean and tidy. Besides he’s too meek to post about his opinions online he fears judgment and being honest with himself. Someone would call him gay online and he’d cry himself to sleep.

He’s too much of a loser to be an incel, I’m sorry.

[dgaftilwedie]

:3

strange peculiar weird looking fucking thing

i wish i was less annoying 💀💀💀 i feel like all i do is bother people and no one actually really likes hanging out with me because im fucking obnoxious!!!! i wish i didn't think that way but i don't know how NOT to

i do NOT wanna dwell on that rn!!!!!!!

family guy.......... breaking bad............ god i need to rewatch that show i fucking love breaking bad

i don't really have any???

i wanna go back to new york city so bad 😭😭

no one's gonna look out for you so you have to look out for yourself. your friends aren't your friends until they're your friends, yknow??

my hot bio teacher /hj

summer because it doesn't make me suicidal LMFAO

the inside cover of ur favorite cd

im not even gonna lie there's ten songs and half of them are by BTS

coolest guy i've ever had the pleasure of meeting. he's so fun to be around and i'd probably kill somebody for him. he smells like weed and warmth and the 2000s. 10/10 human being i fuckin love that guy

i was in a dodgeball competition with some people at my school that i didn't like but instead of using dodgeballs, we were using tiny water-filled popping bobas. i became a dodgeball god.

pumpkin spice latte 🤤🤤

SWAN SONGS BY HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD. it was the first album i ever got attached to and i've been criminally obsessed with hollywood undead since i was fucking 2!!!!!!! their dove n grenade logo is gonna be my first tattoo :33

idk, getting punched in the face??

i don't really have a favorite painting

uhmmmm scene kid meets teenage boy from 2013 meets white trailer trash chick

what does this question mean

this is lowkey embarrassing but jimmy urine 💀💀 YES I KMOW HE'S A BAD PERSON OK I WAS A LITTLE KID

i've been on tumblr for about 4 years and i don't think the way i've used it had changed very much

it was a piece of shit android but it did what i needed it to do (except for run roblox)

mmmmmm strawberry :3

my uncle dave LMAO i would ask him literally every question under the sun i haven't seen him since i was 6

sandwich.......... but hear me out. you can literally turn ANYTHING into a sandwich. salad sandwich......... pizza sandwich.......... burrito sandwich.......... sushi sandwich......... anythig constitutes as a sandwich

?????? what kind of whavk ass question

POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL POSTAL EEEEEEEEEEEE

shark :33 i love shark :33

stank ass pits

i just think dragons are really fucking cool :33

that scene is turning red where the main character's mom brings her fanart to show the fuckinnnnnnn convenience store worker that she has a crush on the fanart she drew of him 💀💀💀 literally had to pause the movie for 20 minutes to think about if it was really worth watching

uhmmm probably my ancient brokencyde cds

i've chipped one of my front teeth so many times that half the time it doesn't even look like it's there 💀💀 i am the one toothed wonder

never been to one

not in the mood to dwell rn :3

YOLOOOOOOO

all of my habits are strange i do everything in patterns (i am 99% sure i have ocd)

poofesure gameplays 💕💕

uhmmmmmm idkkkkkkkkkk :PPPPPPP

jerk off

making my own original music

idk but i bought this dope ass sonic hat earlier today it's fucking awesome

stupid poopy loser

prettyyyyyyy good B)) i think my relationship with my dad is a little better than my relationship with my mom

the bass

ramona flowers........ not in a manic pixie dream girl all the incels want me way, but in the we're both people who've made mistakes, tried to run from them, and are now trying to face them head on and be better people way

most country just does not float my boat like specifically MODERN country............ the older shit is super mega nostalgic for me cuz i grew up in the country

i would be too excited to experience fear like "OH MY GOD LOOK AT THAT FUCKING CREATURE!!!!!" but the answer is probably ants because i am scared of ants :D

i think most people are overrated

silly blog :3 tell people my thoughts :3 hello world!!!!!!!!!! \(^_^)/

50 Q’s

1.) describe yourself through the eyes of a stranger? 2.) what is a quality you’d like to change about yourself? 3.) what is your worst potential fear for the future? 4.) which television series do you use as a form of escapism? 5.) share a secret about yourself? 6.) if you could choose any place in the world to visit, where would it be? why? 7.) what advice would you give your childhood self? 8.) describe how you envision your ideal life partner? 9.) what is your favorite environmental season? why? 10.) what’s one book you’d suggest every person should read? 11.) what is one song that’s able to bring you to tears? 12.) describe your best friend? 13.) what was the premise of your last dream? 14.) what’s your favorite warm beverage? 15.) name one musical album that greatly impacted your life? why? 16.) what’s your favorite form of flattery? 17.) what’s your favorite painting? and describe how it makes you feel? 18.) describe your personal style? 19.) what was the last concept that inspired you? 20.) who was your very first artistic inspiration? 21.) how long have you used tumblr for? how has your style changed over the years? 22.) what was your first cell phone? 23.) what is your favorite fruit flavor? 24.) whom would you resurrect from the afterlife? which 3 questions would you ask them? 25.) if you could choose only one meal to eat for the remainder of your life, which would you choose? 26.) which of the 7 deadly sins do you struggle with the most? and which the least? 27.) your latest obsession? and why? 28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose? 29.) what’s your least favorite smell? 30.) favorite mythological creature? and why? 31.) name a scene from a movie that makes you cringe? 32.) favorite piece of memorabilia you own? 33.) your personal favorite oddity about yourself? 34.) favorite concert/show you’ve attended? 35.) what’s one thing you would tell to the last person who betrayed you? 36.) your favorite mantra to live by? 37.) do you have any strange habits? 38.) what’s your favorite white-noise to fall asleep to? 39.) what is your favorite gemstone? why? 40.) how do you choose to cope when you’re upset? 41.) what are you currently trying to accomplish? 42.) what’s your favorite item you’ve purchased secondhand? 43.) describe your personality is only 3 words? 44.) how is your relationship with your parents? 45.) an instrument you aspire to learn how to play? 46.) relate yourself to one movie character? 47.) least favorite music genre? why? 48.) which animal would you be the most terrified to encounter? 49.) name a public figure you find to be overrated? why? 50.) what purpose do you get out of using tumblr?

[ham1lton]

what about just yn living her best wag life and going to the euros? she’s in her victoria beckham era fr

author’s note: omggggg i love this idea. part of the dream girl series but can be read as a standalone!

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footballwags: after her debut at the 2024 euros, everyone is wondering just who is jude bellingham’s alleged girlfriend? well, no fear, we have the exclusive breakdown right here!

her name is yn yln, she is the twenty four year old assistant of f1 driver sir lewis hamilton and met jude at the louis vuitton event. she is currently on tiktok and instagram under the user yourusername!

she was spotted in a bellingham shirt, cheering alongside his family in germany and according to inside sources, she’s been welcomed into the family with open arms. jude has reportedly been the ‘happiest he’s ever been’ with her and the duo are absolutely ‘smitten’ with each other.

her reinvention of the classic wag uniform of the jersey and jeans caught the attention of fashion powerhouse vogue. the soft glam look that she wore has been recreated by many users online. what are your thoughts about england’s newest wag?

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user1: HES TAKEN ??? FR ??? OH I’M GONNA BE SICK NOOOOOO

-> user2: did u even have a chance with him when he was single bffr 😭

user3: f1 stans here like … first time?

-> user4: we’ve been known yn 😭

user5: she’s finer than bellingham idc

-> user6: no fr she’s a baddie.

yourusername: was the burger photo really necessary??? out of all the pics on my profile like damn 😭😭😭😭

-> user7: u still look hot!!!

-> user9: u ate 😍 (literally)

user8: a three year age gap….

-> user9: they literally met when he turned twenty one and she had just turned twenty four. she is not exactly leo dicaprio is she?

user10: he can do better.

-> user11: your mom should have done better in giving birth to an incel loser.

-> user12: HELP?2&/@:& 😭😭😭

user13: you say alleged like there isn’t footage of them literally kissing and hugging after his goal????

-> user14: like i promise u, ur not getting sued for saying two public figures who do coupley things in broad daylight in a stadium full of people….. are dating

user15: i knew yn would be a wag but i always wanted her to be an f1 wag 😭😭

-> user16: like oscaryn EATS. i want her to be a mclaren wag so bad.

-> user17: the superior mclaren driver x yn ship is landoyn. like c’mon!!! he’s been down bad for her!!! have you not seen her comment sections??

-> user18: maxyn is the truth. do you guys not remember when max and yn’s cats would have play dates? and they’d always post those ig stories with the wine and dinners?

-> user19: all of you are wrong. lewisyn is the real deal. like c’mon, it makes the most sense like logically. the rest are just FADS! lewisyn are practically married.

-> user20: speaking of f1 figures and yn… do y’all remember that video of yn rolling her eyes at christian horner? the sexual tension….

-> user19: ew

-> user18: cause wtf is this ?????? 😭

-> user15: babe this is not a safe space for your freak ass agenda.

user26: i recreated the yn makeup look!! it’s so cute!!

-> user27: she looks so gorgeous i have to stan.

user21: judeyn is the sexiest athlete/wag duo and idc what you have to say.

-> user22: the gen z posh and becks.

user23: a post abt yn without lando in the likes or comment section….

-> user24: WARRRRR ISSS OVVVVEEERRR ‼️

-> landonorris: she knows where home is 😹

-> user23: MAN…. STAND UP!!! 😭😭😭

-> user25: when you’re in a delusional yn stan competition and your opponent is lando: 😱😱

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[envy-question-mark]

A Hundred Nights: dano!riddler x f!reader

chapter one: a new light.

!minors dni!

warnings: slight nsfw, mature themes, stalking, manipulation, incel!edward, y/n having a break down, self sabotage, one night stand, mentions of kidnapping.

The iceberg lounge. It was a sanctuary to you, so why did you almost always find yourself sobbing when leaving the place? Maybe you just liked lying to yourself. Telling yourself it was a healthy distraction instead of telling yourself the truth. That its hell on earth. Tonight appeared to be the last straw for you though. You ran past the crowd of people and exited through the front door, pushing anyone who got in your way. Stomping out as fast as you could in your flashy heels, you sobbed once you felt the not so fresh, cold air of Gotham city hit your face. You felt like cursing your lungs out, yanking your hair out, and just full on fall apart. And on normal nights out, you wouldn’t, because you knew better than that. But tonight wasn’t a normal night. So you screamed your lungs out, which likely wouldn’t have been of concern to the neighboring citizens, because, come on..it’s Gotham.

Someone was concerned though. Edward Nashton. The creep, the loser, the stalker that you never acknowledged. You were reckless, to say the least. Never taking in your surroundings. Edward could have abducted you by now if he really felt like it, but he figured he’d rather you meet him in a more..formal setting and manner. He peaked his head past the curtains to his apartment window, his soft green eyes pitying you. He had been watching you for a while now. Judging, analyzing, craving..maybe now was his chance. “Poor y/n..” he said to himself. “Of course those bastards wouldn’t know how to treat you right..” he came to a hault. “But then again, you basically ask to be mistreated.” he shook his head, exiting his apartment and walking out into the poorly lit street, getting a closer look at you. You messily wiped your tears away, sniffling as you looked up, eyeing edward as he walked down the street.

God, after that terrible break down and pathetic night, you needed a hook up. With a man who seemed miserable, just like you. Maybe even a little submissive so you have control over something in your life. You wiped your dress clean, straightening it of any wrinkles it had. Your makeup couldn’t be saved, but you could comb through your hair lazily with your fingers. It’s not like you had to impress him or anything, this was just your attempt at catching a one night stand. Although, you did fear he would reject you, which would highly hurt your ego. You quickly crossed the street, not bothering to look both ways before doing so. He looked up from his notebook, adjusting his glasses and squinting as he saw you were approaching him. You smiled warmly, almost sadly..mercy engraved in your puppy eyes. “Hi, I haven’t seen you around here before..do you go to the iceberg?” you faintly asked, having to clear your throat a few times. He averted his gaze from you, a faint red hue tinting his cheeks. “No, I don’t..I uhm was just going for a walk.” he tried his best to smile back at you, but it seemed as if it was almost physically impossible for him, due to anxiety. He closed his notebook, his ears perking up as you continued talking.

“Well..you shouldn’t walk around here so late by yourself. Although you seem like you can handle yourself well in case of danger, you can never be so sure, right babe?” you chuckled, offering him another smile. He could read your intentions through that smile this time around. He quickly nodded, adjusting his glasses. “I would go home but..it’s a long walk from here.” he mumbled out. “i’ll probably stay the night at a hotel.” You smirked at that. “I live close by! How about you spend the night at my place? Of course you can say no if you’re not comfortable, I totally understand.” His heart skipped a beat at that..no one was ever really considerate as to what he wanted. He nodded yet again, slowly gulping the knot he didn’t know was in place. “I live a few blocks down, we can just walk there if you don’t mind..” you offered him your hand, which he shyly yet gladly accepted to hold on to as you two walked to your apartment.

Upon arriving, Edward was euphoric. He had been stalking you and your place for a while now, but now he was finally able to actually stand in the messy one bedroom apartment you called home. “It’s not much but it’s comforting..to me, at least.” you giggled to yourself, shortly after telling him to make himself at home. He felt bad (to an extent.) He lied to you that he didn’t live near by so he could have an excuse to enter your house, and possibly, hopefully, get laid. You returned to him with a cup of warm tea, placing it on the table. “So, tell me about yourself! It’s not everyday you pick someone up from the street for a sleepover!” Edward chuckled lightly, knowing damn well you didn’t intend for this to be a sleep over. Knowing you, you probably just needed a distraction. And he was more than willing to be that. “My name is Edward..I’m a forensics accountant, so I work with numbers and things like t-that.” he started, noting your naïveté as you nodded your head, eating up the newly found information like a starving animal. He could be a serial killer for gods sake, (which he is soon to be) and you would simply bat your pretty little eyes, too attention starved to even comprehend what was going on. “I also like..p-puzzles..” he stated, fidgeting with his hands.

“Oh really?” you asked innocently, scooting closer to him on the couch as you placed your hand on his. “Then, i’m sure you’re really smart, eddie.” his breath hitched at the praise and nickname, blood rushing to his face. “You probably understand why I invited you then, right?” he just flushed more, as you pulled a strand of his hair back. “or is that a puzzle you still need to solve?” you teased, so close to his face now he felt as if he’d burst into flames any given second. He felt like an idiot, sitting there in silence, so he exhaled slowly, breathing out a , “M’ so..fuck, you’re so pretty.” You chuckled at the praise. You liked edward, he was like putty in your hands, and it made you feel powerful. Of course though, what you didn’t know, was that you were both equally manipulating each other. “Can I fuck you, eddie? Let me make you feel good, baby..” you breathed out into his ear, sending shivers up his spine and blood down to his cock. “Y-yes..” Edward whined, grinding into your clothed cunt that was now above him, as you straddled him.

If only you knew it wasn’t going to be another one night stand..

[star-anise]

I'm up around 3am, thinking about incels and tradwives. (Note: If these are movements you're a fan of, or if you just want to fight with me generally, I will block you if you annoy me, and even if you behave there's a $20 fee if you expect me to actually reply to you in any way.)

This got started because of Khadija Mbowe's and F.D Signifier's videos about Black patriarchy, which has led me to pick up bell hooks' 2004 book The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love.

The thing that hooks says that really knocked my socks off in a "how dare you notice that" way is that a lot of people, men and women alike, are angry not just because of the male violence they've experienced, but because of the lack of male love they've experienced.

Which like, part of being human means that being seen and cared about is pretty viscerally equated with survival in our brains. We want it, we need it, we suffer when it isn't there. To be seen and genuinely loved by the people in our lives matters, so we are always affected when there's someone important to us who doesn't seem to see us, to love us, to care about our wellbeing, or to be proud of our accomplishments. It matters to be disregarded, rejected, or shamed by someone we want to love us.

But no power in the world can compel another person to give a shit about you—a truth most of us spend our lives frantically suppressing because being unloved is terrifying, so we work at being better, more attractive, smarter, more accomplished, more charming, sexier, or to be brutally honest, more lovable. But when we do experience a lack of love, a lot of us take that anger and decide to opt for second best. If we can't be loved, we can at least be powerful. Power can take a lot of forms, but because the lack of male love often goes hand-in-hand with violence, people who face it generally want, at the very least, to not be hurt anymore.

But there's another element in play. Patriarchal gender roles divide behaviours and skills in a very particular way: Boys and men are expected to use power to dominate, and girls and women are supposed to use emotions to tend and nurture. Anyone who fails to perform those roles gets harshly punished. Terrence Real talks about how this leaves men with very limited knowledge of their own emotional needs or how to communicate them to other people, and Paul Kivel talks about how boys are taught that this is women's work—that if they are masculine enough, they will attract a woman who will make sure that they feel loved and cared about. How a great deal of men's anger towards women is the feeling that women are witholding this essential service, or failing to fully handle men's emotions (which is pretty damn common, since humans aren't telepaths so it's basically impossible to reach inside someone's head and change their emotions for them).

So hooks notes that women are just as likely to uphold patriarchal gender roles as men, and one element of that is women's anger when men are emotionally vulnerable. Men who confess to their partners that they feel lost and ashamed and unworthy of love are doing exactly what women keep saying we want men to do, but the reaction many women have is a kind of incredulous frustration—"You want me to handle all this? Fuck no, I'm busy!"

Part of that reaction is that in patriarchal gender roles, it is a woman's literal job to completely soothe and manage her male partner's emotions—to diligently praise him, make him feel more accomplished, and to reassure him of her ongoing love and admiration in all things. And that is a lot of work that is quite likely not to succeed because it's really hard to talk someone out of a self-hating funk. (There's also an element of just plain sexism. Even without the implied demand for help, some women just think men's vulnerability is pathetic or laughable.)

The feminist response to this that hooks, Real, and Kivel advocate for is to spread the load a little more evenly; to work to reduce the violence with which gender roles are policed, to allow men to be soft and emotional, but in the process, give them the emotional skills to handle the shame and dread we all feel sometimes about not being lovable or or worthy, and empower them to form many different emotionally fulfilling relationships.

So the thing about incels is, they tend to be obsessed with finding a woman who will make them feel worthy, sexy, accomplished, admirable, and dominant, like a "real man". The prospect of getting a woman is the single potential oasis of love and support in an incredibly bleak desert landscape in which a romantic partnership is the only possible source men are permitted to seek love and care from. A man who hasn't gotten a girl is a pathetic loser whose life is meaningless.

What that entire worldview takes for granted is how the desert became a desert in the first place. How boys learn to fear the violence and rejection that comes from stepping out of their gender role by being emotionally vulnerable or by emotionally nurturing somebody else; how emotional knowledge and expression are punished by a system that says men should always seek to dominate. The desire for a female partner rests on a bedrock of learned fear and contempt for the idea that men can or even should have the kind of emotionally close and supportive friendships among themselves that women tend to have with each other.

Incels are the fucking allegory of the long spoons in action. They gather in huge numbers to discuss their pain, frustration, and disappointment about their difficulty attaining a relationship that provides emotional fulfillment, but it's impossible for them to try to seek or offer that kind of relationship with the many many people right there also looking for love, because violating the gender rules means inviting violence and ostracism. Affection and mutual esteem between men is super gay and doesn't count, especially when it's provided because of a mutual vulnerability instead of admiration for achievement. So it's incredibly hard for incels to in any way break out of the mental cage that says the way to be loved is to be as masculine, as stoic and unemotional and successful and admirable and dominant as possible. And because being dominant tends to require people to be better than, incels spend a lot of time criticizing each other for failing to be masculine enough, and therefore not worthy of love.

Meanwhile... tradwives.

If you're into men, the dream of being truly loved by a man who will take care of you and make your life materially better is fucking amazing stuff. That's just... that's just The Dream, okay? The romance industry's extreme popularity decade after decade will tell you what bell hooks also notes: Women who are into men want to be loved by men SO MUCH.

So it really seems to me that the basic appeal of being a tradwife is managing to be submissive enough to get the men they love to genuinely show up and fully commit to loving them. If conflict in relationships happen because men feel threatened in their masculinity or not fully loved by their wives, then gosh darnit, these women will plaster themselves over the cracks to make sure there are absolutely no problems. That will earn them a relationship where they are truly loved and appreciated.

(It's a trap. I hate to say it, but we're not a telepathic species, and you will never manage to be good enough to actually change what someone else feels. No matter how hard you submit, your husband will still feel moments of doubt and fear and inadequacy, because he's human and we're built like that. It's the cross we have to bear as a species. And it does not go well at all if both of you are used, in those moments, for blaming you for whatever you "did" to "make" him feel that way.)

[sourgrenadine]

everything i'll never have

Pairing: dano!Riddler x reader

Summary: Edward hates you and everything you represent, but there isn't much he can do perched in his apartment.

Warnings: non-consensual voyeurism, incel mindset

a/n: i just love creeps and incel characters sue me.

read the continuation fic here

He hates how pretty you look tonight. You're walking out of the Iceberg Lounge, hanging off the arm of some corrupt politician. Your dress is immaculate despite his hands pawing at your body, smooth fabric hugging every inch of skin and leaving little to the imagination.

Edward hates that this is a familiar sight: you giggling at whatever drivel is leaking from some wealthy politician's mouth as you walk to his car. As if you find whatever he said the most interesting thing in the world. It has to be a farce, right? Surely you're like him, a victim of circumstance forced to sell yourself for money, right?

But Edward can't fool himself. He knows that you're not here because you're forced to. You want to be at the club. You want the attention, and you enjoy being a whore to men that don't deserve you. And that's what Edward hates.

He hates you, because you're the epitome of everything he'd been working against; you serve as the poster child antithesis to his message. Look how grateful she is, they'd say. She's so good, so happy among the corrupt elite, she's not being coerced, or abused by the system. Look at the cheery little bimbo, flouncing around without a care in the world. Look at her, pretty face relaxed and content under the influence of drops. Look at her.

The politician must've said something extraordinarily funny, because you're nearly bent over laughing. Even from the sheltered window of his apartment, Edward can hear your elation. His camera shutters once, twice, capturing the two of you merrily stumbling down the street towards the politician's car.

Edward keeps a shaky grip on his camera, still zoomed in to the two of you as you enter the politician's car. God, you don't even have the decorum to head back to either of your houses. You begin to strip your dress off, the politician following suit. You kiss, and touch each other, and Edward nearly sobs upon seeing your blissful face.

Your leg hooks over the politician's waist, pulling him in deep as your face contorts in ecstasy. The car silences your moans, and Edward imagines what you must sound like, so desperate to be filled.

It should've been him, Edward thinks. Taking you in the car. But of course you'd never go for a guy like him. Some lower middle-class accountant loser who's been shit on by society for his entire life. Some guy who's no more ugly or handsome than anyone else, but who lacks the backbone to waltz into the club and seek you out.

Edward thinks you're easy. He'd never seen you leaving with the same man twice, and you always looked so happy to be fucking a stranger. Maybe, just maybe, Edward could be that stranger. Scrap himself together a nice button up and slacks, straighten his back and enter the club without an ounce of fear.

He imagines you, smile aimed up at him, laughing and remarking on how clever you find him. You'd stroke his arm, sighing as you tell him how much you hate the wealthy assholes that take you home on the other days; you need the money for something noble, like college or rent. Maybe you want to open your own business, free from the corruption found in big companies. Maybe you'd like to help Edward in his crusade to cleanse Gotham. Whatever you'd like, the two of you would stroll back to his apartment, share a kiss, and you'd spend the night in his bed.

Edward catches his reflection and his fantasy is shattered. He sees the nerdy man he has to face every day. Glasses hiding his eyes, back hunched so as to not draw attention. He hates himself. How he looks, how he walks, how he speaks. This body he'd been ascribed to at birth. It wasn't him, it never was.

He hates everything about himself; the way his body crawls when he sees himself in the mirror, how painfully shy he is when he talks to his coworkers, how his mouth dries up every time a girl talks to him. He hates that he can't be himself, all because he's too stuck in his own head to allow himself the leisure of conversation. He hates that he can't be with you. He hates you. He hates you.

You are none the wiser though. You've never met Edward Nashton. He's a perfect stranger, never having been mentioned even in passing. The two of you run in completely different circles. Oh, how cruel life is to Edward, the beautiful woman he'd so desperately fallen for never knowing of his existence. He knows your name, of course, and where you live, what restaurants you frequent, and even what shampoo you use. But you've never heard of Edward Nashton.

Edward feels warm tears streak down his cheeks as he sees the politician's car zip down the street. Your face catches the street light and he sees how beautifully ravaged you look. Dopey grin marked with smudged lipstick, you peer at the politician in a reverent stupor. Edward imagines you're looking up to him like that. With wide eyes and a complacent smile.

But he's too far away. He's too Edward. Clever, nerdy, boring little Edward stuck in his apartment, stuck living life through a camera lens.

His body is wracked with sobs, shuddering and gasping. His chest burns with the knowledge that you'll never be his and he feels like he's choking as his breaths frog in his throat. He cries, loud and ugly. The camera nearly shatters in his grip as he pries his hands off to furiously swipe at his eyes.

Of course you wouldn't look at him twice. Of course you wouldn't even consider himself an attractive partner. Of course pretty girls never go for guys like him, no matter how kind and attentive he can be.

No, you'd never see Edward Nashton the way he wants you to. And he hates you for that.

[bestiesenpai]

Acrimony - Choso

Choso is growing on me, and his sudden love for Itadori makes me chuckle. Femme reader

TW: noncon, (face) slapping, choking, blood, choso is an incel

Choso fucking hated you with a passion not unseen by his peers. There was no logical reason for him to hate you as much as he did. He never spoke ill of you, nor made any attempts at causing you harm, but he was coldest to you and often ignored you if you spoke to him, sometimes leaving the room entirely if it was just the two of you in there.

Yes, Choso fucking hated you. You were a strong curse, special grade just like he and the others. You weren’t overly boisterous like Mahito, a nice temperate personality to offset the loud man. You were kind to everyone, even Choso despite the callous way he treated you, and even if he said no you’d leave a few snacks or candies for him so he wouldn’t be left out.

The answer to why he hated you was clear, even though he refused to acknowledge it and shove it deep down inside him and never touch it. It was always screaming right in front of him, no matter what he did, no matter where he was. If you were there, the reason bubbled up like sick bile in his stomach.

He liked you. He liked you and he fucking hated it. It angered him how you made him feel nervous with just a simple glance, how his cheeks would heat up if you sat next to him. He often fumed over the way you were so casual with him, like you had no idea in the world what you did to him.

It made him absolutely sick, it was so vile how innocent you pretended to be. Did you think he was a fool for you to string along like the others? You may have convinced everyone else you were a sweet little thing, but Choso knew better. You were a temptress, a sly fox just waiting for your moment to strike.

Choso wasn’t a fucking idiot. He knew the reasons he liked you were far from pure, but in some twisted way, he knew it wasn’t his fault he felt these things. It was yours. It was all your fucking fault.

Finding you alone one day in the temple Geto controlled, he nearly sneered at your back. The two of you were all alone, no one in the group else was there, and you casually walked around in a sports bra, unknowingly causing Choso great distress with the skin shown.

“Oh! Hi Choso.” You’d just been cleaning up a room the others had occupied before they left on whatever mission they’d set out on. There was a small trash bag in your hand, wrappers from candy you’d given Mahito stuffed inside. “I thought you’d left with the others.”

He’d planned on it, but upon realizing you’d be all alone, he stayed back. No one said anything about it, his absence going unnoticed. Choso grunted in response, his lips pulling into an actual sneer with you now facing him.

Not only was his chest getting tight, his pants were as well. That was another thing he hated about you; you made him aroused beyond all reason. Just seeing the way your top dipped down sometimes, or seeing you being squeezed in a hug by Mahito was enough to get him riled up and hot under the collar.

Choso couldn’t do it anymore. He had to deal with this the only way he knew how. While he was a total virgin, a ‘hopeless lost cause’ in the eyes of Geto and Mahito, he still knew what certain things were. He’d watched porn, a lot of it edging on too dark for mainstream sites, and he knew exactly what to do to rectify the situation.

“Hey, what’re you doing?!” It had taken him only a few seconds to get in front of you and grab you by the shoulder, knocking you out at the knees and forcing you to the ground. You struggled against him but it was futile. Choso was a man on a mission.

“Shut up.” He gave your cheek a quick slap, making you gasp and push against him. Grabbing you roughly by the collar, Choso forced your head to look up at him.

“Let me go!” Your fingers clawed at him, but you might as well have been a struggling kitten and not a fully realized curse.

“Shut up!” He said more forcefully, slapping your other cheek. You began to cry then, tears misting your lashes as he stared down at you. Your hands gripped his tightly, still trying to tug yourself free. “You just don’t fucking listen, do you?”

“What do you want?” Your voice began to shake, lower lip trembling the longer you were in this position.

“I want you to stop the fucking lies.” Choso glared angrily at you, getting more aroused by the second at having you on the ground like this. You were so helpless, eyes wide and scared with tears dripping down your cheeks.

“What lies?”

“I’m not a fucking idiot, (Y/N).” He shook you with every word that left his mouth. His sanity was going to leave him at any minute now from your dumb little act. Letting out a choked whine, you tried again to stand and leave.

Choso quickly wrestled you fully to the ground, getting you on your stomach with his knee on your back. Your legs kicked him, hands attempting to claw out from under him. Choso soon discovered he liked you in this position too.

“Stop!” A shriek left your lips as he pulled down your bottoms, leaving you in just that stupid little sportsbra and panties. Flipping you onto your back, Choso rolled his eyes at your distraught face.

“Pitiful.” Caging in your body between his knees, he roughly squeezed your breasts together, feeling them mold under his fingers and keenly watching how your nipples pebbled underneath the fabric.

“I-I said stop!” Worming a hand out from your side, you slapped Choso hard across the face. It certainly hurt, and it was enough force to turn his head fully to the side. Huffing out a breath, he turned to you.

“Touch me again and I’ll kill you, you little bitch.” His hands flew to your throat, tightening around it so hard for a moment you thought your head would pop off. Your eyes rolled back into your skull the longer you went without air, the hands that had been clawing at Choso to let you go were starting to fall limp.

He let you go soon after. It would be too much of a hassle to explain why he killed you in the first place, so he let you live. Returning his attention to your breasts, Choso yanked down your sports bra until they were free.

Choking and gasping for air, you were too weak to stop him from playing with your nipples roughly. Choso’s hands were rough and unpolished, the dryness of his skin scratching you painfully. He gave your breasts a slap from one side to the other, enjoying the way they moved under his palm.

“You make me sick.” He grunted, a hand going to the front of his pants and rubbing his budding erection, relieving some of the tension. “I hate you.”

But the hate Choso had for you now was different, it was morphing into something else the longer he saw you naked. Was it hatred that made him tear your panties off and force your legs open? Was he truly unable to stand you when he spread your lips with his fingers and felt the urge to stick his tongue inside you?

Maybe it wasn’t hatred, but Choso didn’t want to give it another name.

“Pitiful bitch.” He said when he looked up at your face again and saw you crying and furiously wiping your eyes. The fight in you had been diminished and now all that was left was a sniveling little thing beneath him.

“No, don’t.” You struggled to raise your voice above a whisper as you watched him yank down his pants just enough to free his cock. It was hard, angrily so, leaking a stupid amount of precum already.

Putting a hand on your throat, Choso used the other to guide himself into you. The fit was tight and uncomfortable for both of you, but he made it work. You weren’t dripping wet like the girls in the porns usually were and for a moment it confused him.

Shouldn’t you like this, at least a little bit?

Shaking his head to throw that thought away, he used his elbows to keep your legs spread as he bottomed out. You were crying louder now, a gross and ugly sob filling the room and leaking out into the hallway. Squeezing your neck didn’t do anything to stop the sound, in fact making it worse and causing you to scream.

“I should just kill you, shouldn’t I?” Choso glared down his nose at you, and a small delight went through him at seeing your teary eyes widen in fear. You shook your head as best you could with his hand on your throat, and it made him chuckle. “No? Why not?”

“I- pl-please-” Your babbles were the only thing you could think to say, and even then it couldn’t truly be counted as thinking. The pathetic attempt at keeping yourself alive was just that, a pathetic waste of time.

“Whatever.” Loosening his hand, Choso returned his attention to his cock, currently nestled deep inside you. There was a stain of red surrounding it, a perfect circle of blood. Swiping his thumb along it, he brought it up to his lips and sucked.

The metallic tang of your blood on his tongue excited him and Choso found himself going for another taste. Mixed with the taste of your cunt, it was something he could get addicted to if he wasn’t careful.

Pulling out slowly, there was even more blood coating his cock. It glistened in the light of the room, making Chosos heart pick up speed. Slapping his hips against yours had him letting out a low grunt, pleasure shooting up and down his spine.

“Stop, please.” You whimpered, turning your head to the side to avoid looking at him. Your face was an absolute mess of tears, snot and sweat, and that was something that looked familiar to the porns he watched.

Creating a steady rhythm with his hips, Choso hung his head and watched his cock disappear inside you. He wasn’t a hopeless, loser virgin anymore. With this first taste of sex, regardless of the circumstances surrounding how he got here, he rightfully claim himself an expert.

Putting an experimental roll in his hips nearly made him cum on the spot. He did it a few more times, slower and with more control to keep the almost painful pleasure at bay. The tip of his cock was bumping against something inside you, and no amount of him trying to push past it worked. He wasn’t well versed on female anatomy, but it made his chest puff up a little in pride; he must have a pretty big dick if he’s hitting something.

“I hate you.” He groaned, incorporating his new move into the previous push and pull of his cock. “God, do I fucking hate you!” Planting both hands on either side of your body, Choso couldn’t decide where to look, your face or your cunt.

He could hear your cries easily, they were right below his ear. Every so often you’d let out a little yelp or a hiccup, your neck straining to stay as far away as possible from what was happening.

“Look at me.” It enraged him that you were so distant in this intimate moment, so Choso grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eyes. Your sniveling, tear stained face was what gave Choso a shiver down his spine, but there was something else there as well.

In your eyes, deep down inside you, there was hatred. He could see it burning a hole through his head and into the ceiling up above. That unmistakable fire that was usually always present in him was now inside you as well.

“Bitch.” The word came out as a short grunt, caught on the tail end of a wave of pleasure washing over him. Even though he was a self proclaimed expert, this was still his first time having sex. His orgasm was coming faster than he wanted it too and while the option to slow down was there, Choso told himself he didn’t want to savor the moment. He wasn’t about to go soft on you.

“I-I- ugh! Fuck you!” He shouted down at you, making you flinch hard against the floor. With his orgasm mounting, his anger rose as well. The two mixed together in his head, clouding his thoughts and his vision. “Fucking dumb bitch slut!”

He let out a roar and ducked his head down, keeping your head still so he could slam his lips onto yours. The strength of the kiss was enough to nearly crush your skull, Chosos dry and cracked lips rubbing against yours sloppily.

Today was a day of firsts for him: first kiss, first fuck, first time he’s cumming into something other than his fist. Resting more of his weight onto you, Choso slapped his hand against the floor in anguish as he came.

He couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t control his emotions or his actions and he rutted deeply into you, like a miserable animal in heat. It felt too good, all the sensations at once coming over him, and he sunk his teeth deep into your lip and swallowed the pained scream you let out in response.

The taste of your blood once again coated his tongue, lapping it up greedily as it poured out. Despite the urgent need to breathe, Choso refused to part ways. He’d rather die kissing you than go one minute without his lips on yours.

Eventually, he became lightheaded enough that he fell off of you, his body falling limp on top of yours. His thighs twitched, whole body feeling warm and fuzzy in the aftermath of his orgasm. If this was what heaven was like, he would gladly visit over and over.

“I…” Taking a staggeringly deep breath, Choso hoisted himself up on his hands and looked down at you. There was blood smeared around your lips, staining your skin and coating your teeth. There was no doubt you could taste it, he could tell it had coated your tongue the same way it had coated his.

Slowly withdrawing his cock, Choso watched a mixture of blood and his seed spill out of you. It was a sight to behold and if he had a camera, he would have taken a picture of it. Mindlessly, his fingers reached down and swiped some of it up, once again getting the addictive taste of your cunt in his mouth.

Sitting up on his knees, Choso tucked himself back in his pants, mouth suddenly dry the longer he looked at you. You were lifeless, unresponsive to the movement around you. But as soon as Choso scooted back far enough, you scrambled to your feet and ran away, not even grabbing your pants.

With his head no longer fuzzy, Choso could think clearly. There was a twinge of something in his chest, something that missed you and wanted you to still be here so he could do...something to you. He wasn’t sure what he wanted from you, he hated still feeling like he needed you even though he’d taken what he wanted already.

The feeling he refused to give a name to was back, telling him to seek you out once again. But there was no plan in his head, no course of action he wanted to take like before. This hatred was different, even though it wasn’t hate he had. Getting confused even more, he pushed up from the ground.

“Fucking bitch.” He mumbled to himself, letting out a huff. “You could have at least said goodbye.”

[ushidoux]

ok since i have energy today and want to write smut about haikyuu characters i wouldn’t fuck here’s a goshiki gets pity fucked at a party drabble

warning: very dubcon, nsfw, goshiki is basically on some incel shit without the verbal abuse (1.0k words)

Before you knew it, you had slapped him fully across the face, loud enough that it had cut through the low rumble of music and a couple of people trying to enjoy a house party had turned to stare.

Goshiki looked shocked. Actually dumbstruck, really, and his hand flew to his throbbing cheek which had already bloomed red.

And just looking at him and the people looking around you, your fury had immediately sublimed into an icy guilt that sat in the pit of your stomach. In the aim of not embarrassing him or embarrassing yourself, you found yourself dragging him by the arm to a more private area to speak and finally stop his lovesick harassment of you for good. 

Once you’d made it to the outside of the frat house, just off from where the smokers of weed and cigarettes had congregated, lite beers in hand, you whisked him around to face you. 

“Look, I didn’t mean…” You started a mixture of exasperation and pity accenting your voice, but when you looked up at Goshiki’s now almost frenzied facial expression, your words died in your throat.

“D-do it again,” he demanded.

Your eyes widened.

“What?”

He advanced towards you, backing you up till you found yourself flush against the wall of the building, and suddenly when you looked around and found that you were caged in by his arms on either side of you, a small bit of fear set into you as you realized that there weren’t very many witnesses.

Suddenly Goshiki wasn’t so much just annoying but just a little bit terrifying. He was tall and admittedly wiry, even if he always looked non-threatening and desperate when he asked you out again, and again and again, and his eyes were suddenly nothing short of feral. You wondered if he was now angry simply because of the fact that you had slapped him in public or because he was tired of you rejecting him, and alarm bells started to ring in your head.

“Goshiki.. Please let me go.”

“Slap me again,” he insisted, and you still couldn’t tell which type of angry he was from the edge of his voice.

It was when he leaned into you, eyes still frenzied in a way that made your blood run cold that you realized he meant it.

“Slap me, ___.”

Your lips twisted into a grimace. D-did you just turn this weirdo on?

Apparently you had because now his lips had crashed into yours, and you were pushing him off of you but he was stronger and crushing you into the wall. Suddenly it occurred to you to knee him in the groin, and you know you landed a good hit because a soft groan left his chest, but then he was right back to engulfing your mouth in a messy excuse for a kiss.

You were getting lightheaded from the tense make-out, and the fact that his arms were now wrapping around your midsection and you could feel that part of him get excited, bulging as it pressed against you.

His lips bit and sucked at yours, and somehow in your haze, you unexpectedly found yourself getting aroused, and it was horrifying to realize that you might actually have liked this… this rough treatment, the intruding fingers in your hair, the hands that were slowly creeping up your skirt.

“Hit me again and I’ll let you go.”

You could tell slapping him would only turn him on more.

His hands easily found your panties and he fumbled clumsily around the cloth once (clearly he wasn’t used to being this type of intimate or he wouldn’t have followed you around like a lost puppy), but he eventually found his way to your cunt, wet with arousal. You could hear an audible sigh against the crook of your neck as he pressed one finger in, then two, then three, moving fast enough that you started to moan and you could feel your nipples harden against the fabric of your bra.

Your hands now pushed at his and he resisted, but it wasn’t because you wanted him to back off but because you wanted his cock now.

“I-If you’re gonna fuck me… do it properly,” you murmured, and his eyes widened at what he thought was a go-ahead, and suddenly he was unbuckling his belt hastily, before sliding you up against the wall and onto his cock.

And suddenly you were holding onto him, to his back and his shoulders as he continued to stroke up inside you, grunting loudly as you moaned, leaning into him. His grip on your ass and thighs tightened, and he started to move faster, more erratically, like he knew it was the last time he’d ever have you but he was oh so desperate to enjoy the experience.

Thrust after thrust you could feel yourself coming to peak, and you weren’t so worried that anyone could turn the corner and see you two fucking because what did it really even matter at this point when everyone was just a little bit drunk and just a little bit horny. That Goshiki was turned on by your violence was odd, but at this point he’d do anything to put his hands on pretty little you. 

And so you continued to fuck in the dark, ignoring the muffled sounds of a booming frat party you were probably not going to go back to after you’d done the deed.

He raised you awkwardly off of him as he shakily came, hot spurts of cum hitting your labia and the wall when he pulled out at the very last possible second, and in that act almost dropped you, but you ended up laughing because what the fuck had just happened?

“I-I don’t know what came over me,” he finally said sheepishly after you’d stared at each other in a stunned silence. You looked at him for a moment, wondering what exactly you felt about letting this loser finally pity fuck, and then the natural thing came to you.

You slapped him harder on the other cheek, and he looked at you again in shock, but this time, the crazy lust hadn’t filled his gaze and now he just looked confused.

“If you want me to fuck you again, just ask next time. Stop being so pathetic.”

[hyunlixir]

34&9 with chan? 🥺

Bad Date - Bang Chan

After a bad date, you come home and do what you always do when this happens. Complain to your roommate

tags: friends to lovers, roommates, a lil heated, as a treat

prompts:

34. “Quit it or i’ll bite”

9. “He creeped me out, not gonna lie”

You opened the door of your apartment, took your shoes off and threw your bag to the nearest couch.

“How was it?” You heard your roommate say as you arrived home from what could possibly be the worst first date ever.

The smirk on his face saying a smug “I told you so” that you wanted to punch out of his face.

“It was.... nice” you said through gritted teeth.

Chan’s eyes widened at the unexpected response

“So i guess there’s gonna be a second one then?” He asked while watching you plomp down on the couch next to him.

You looked at him dead in the eyes.

“Fuck no”

He bursted out laughing at your response.

“Was it that bad?” he asked

“Yes, it was that bad”

“But what happened?”

You sighed and started telling your roommate what had happened

“So, i arrived at the restaurant and he was waiting for me at the table. I greeted him and he invited me to take a sit, which i did. Everything was going well until the waitress brought us our menus and he ordered a classic burger, the speciality of the house. I ordered the same since it looked really good. But the thing is, when the waitress left, he started staring at me in some type of confusion or awe i don’t know how to describe it but he creeped me out, not gonna lie. As i was eating and he kept staring at me i asked him ‘What’s wrong?’ and he replied: ‘I just think a lady should only eat salads when invited to a restaurant’”

“There’s no way!” Chan’s mouth was wide open.

“Yes, that was one thing but then he started telling me about how i was so smart for going on a date with him instead of those ‘losers’ that don’t know how to treat women and overall kept calling himself a ‘nice guy’”

Chan started laughing really hard “You went on a date with an Incel”

You pouted and whined into a pillow.

“Chris can i ask you something?” you said in a rather serious tone.

“Tell me” He replied, his laughter stopping

“Why do all my dates end up badly? Is it me? Is there something wrong with me?”

“Oh no Y/N, there’s nothing wrong with you i promise you. It’s just that maybe the guys you choose to go on a date with aren’t fitted for you”

You chuckled. “But will there ever be someone fitted for me?”

Chan looked at you fondly. “Well, right now i can think of a guy at the top of my head”

“Really?” you asked incredulously. “Who is that guy?”

Chan sighed “I wish i could tell you but i think he would kill me if i told you”

You pouted

“Can you at least describe him to me?” You asked hopefully, making Chan smile and take a deep breath.

“Well... He’s very handsome and talented, he has the mind of a mastermind that’s for sure. He’s a very chill person too, someone you can talk easily without having to worry about making things awkward”

“Have i even met this guy?” you asked

“You have, actually he’s someone you talk with a lot.”

“Then why am i just finding out about this, why hasn’t he told me anything”

Chan sighed, “Because, even though he may look very confident, he’s a coward on the inside that fears expressing his feelings”

There was silence enveloping the room.

“Chris, i don’t think you’re a coward” you broke the silence.

Chan looked at you with a mix of surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

“I think it’s partly my fault for not showing interest back” You added

“No! You don’t have to show interest back if you don’t feel the same way” Chan was quick to reply

“But i do” You said almost like a whisper

Both of you looked at each other for what felt like a thousand years until Chan gulped and started getting closer to you.

“Its now or never” he thought

He cupped your cheek with his hand and grew closer to you until your lips were barely touching, you could feel his breath hitting your mouth right before you closed your eyes and felt his lips now on yours in what felt like fireworks erupting from your chest at the contact.

His movements were soft and controlled, but you could tell by the way it felt that he was meaning to do this since quite some time. His tongue tickled your lower lip asking for entrance which you granted, meanwhile his hands lowered to your back and slowly laid you down on your back. Now him on top of you as he deepened the kiss. Soft moans escaped your mouth that made him stop in his tracks.

He stared at you with lustful eyes

“Quit it, or i’ll bite”

You challenged him with a smirk

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A/N: i had a tough time with this one because i kept thinking of so many different ideas but i decided to go with this because its 5:00am and my braincell is rip

I hope i get to write more Chan stuff

[moderatelyconcerned]

On Idubbz drama

So, I was on Twitter today and I saw that Idubbz was trending. People were saying stuff like “RIP Idubbz” and 'He had a good run”. Things of that nature. I figured he was either getting canceled, or he'd done something to really soil his reputation. I think we've all had a celebrity or content creator that we've admired and adored, and then it comes out that they're a grade-a piece of shit. I mean, how many times have you had an athlete or musician that you've liked, and then it comes out that they're attracted to children, or they think the earth is flat, or they think Brazilians are descended from monkeys? People who sing well, or make great jokes, or play ball real good are fantastic at proving themselves to be bigots, or idiots, or otherwise just generally awful. Subway Jared took photo shoots of naked middle schoolers Ronda Rousey thinks Sandy Hook was an inside job. Morrisey thinks Chinese people are less-than-human. T.I takes his daughter to the gynecologist every year to make sure her hymen is still intact. So I'm seeing this vigil for Idubbz' career after his latest video, and I fear the worst, so I figure I gotta check it out. Lo and behold, it's a response to the backlash he'd received after his girlfriend made an Onlyfans account, and got the seal of approval from him.

Now, not all of you may be familiar with Onlyfans. I only learned of it recently myself. Onlyfans, as I understand it, is a subscription-based website where people can upload pictures and videos, typically of a nude and lewd nature, for their subscribers. Think Patreon, with the premium content being porn. Now, back in my day, this was called camwhoring, although I get the inkling that, that may not be PC anymore, so let's call it erotic entrepreneurship.

Guys, myself included, are so quick to go on their phone or computer and relentlessly consume porn. Sometimes daily, sometimes multiple times a day. But after the climax comes, and the lust is replaced with disgust, they close the tabs. They can't get that naked broad, feigning desire and pleasure, off their screen quick enough. Porn is acceptable for approximately two minutes at a time, and even then it's behind closed doors and dimmed lights. It actually reminds me of fast food. Everybody has been on a late-night trip through Mcdonalds or Taco Bell. Even more upscale places like Chipotle or Chick-fil-a. But nobody wants to be caught dead in a  stupid uniform “flipping burgers”. Porn is considered dirty work. And the shit is befuddling to me.

A lot of the folks who have been giving Idubbz hell for this are being dubbed “incels”. Now, I'm no stranger to this game. I'm a veteran of forum wars. I spent several years lurking and posting on 4chans /r9k/. I was there for the inception of “tendies”, and for those not in the know, /r9k/ is, or at least was, (it's been a while since I've visited) an incel haven. A collective of, to be frank, losers like myself who had little luck with women, and often no social interaction at all outside family. To borrow a line from TrueCrimeLoser, “dudes who don't get laid dot com” I've been in the thick of it. I'd go as far to say I was one of them, albeit not so far gone. but I still don't grasp the mentality.

Now, this is a bit of a tangent, but guys who subscribe to onlyfans, who buy tokens on Chaturbate, who donate to the many “booby girls” of Twitch. I really don't get it. It seems pathetic. it's like taking a girl out to dinner and a movie and getting a pinch or peck on the cheek, but instead, she says your name, and maybe if you're lucky you get to see her butthole. People are dogging the man for being with a girl who peddles her nudes, meanwhile, he's getting the real deal, love and affection and all, zero prostitution required. Some might feel like this girl is devalued by those pictures being out there for sale, I figure the opposite. If anything it'd serve as an ego boost because now her body is a hot commodity. There's hard-earned cash being swapped for topless photos on a monthly basis, It's like having a chef in-house making dinner.