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I n f a t u a t e d ♦️THIRTEEN

CHAPTER ONE◾TWO◾THREE◾FOUR◾FIVE SIX◾SEVEN◾EIGHT◾NINE◾TEN ELEVEN◾TWELVE THIRTEEN

Accused of going soft, he finds himself struggling between wanting to cuddle the girl and do far more unreasonable things to her. Which side of him will win in the end?

ruthless nightclub owner ❌ innocent young woman with a crush

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Age gap. Size difference. Dubcon elements. Dom/sub dynamic. Praise kink. Free use/power play. Sex toys/vibrators under clothing. Semi-public oral sex. (For more tags, check it on AO3!) // WORDS: 6.8k

TWELVE 🟥 THIRTEEN 🟥 FOURTEEN

He watches her closely as she succumbs to the intense sensations the toys are pulling from her, a fighting little body, convulsing, twitching, suddenly going limp, falling into itself, calming while the buzz still sounds from deep within her. He eases the vibrations, letting them simmer on the lowest setting before he puts his phone away and caresses her sweat-slick face.

“She's actually into it, isn't she?” he hears Mistress's voice beside him. “That's a first. Where did you find her?”

He keeps looking at the unconscious girl, pushing her hair out of her damp forehead. “She came to me,” he replies quietly.

“Oh?” The woman issues a soft laugh. “Isn't that something.”

He inhales deeply, straightening up, his hand brushing along the girl's shoulder, over the pastel pink fabric. She looks so innocent, in that dress, how she lies on the bench, head tilted, exposing her neck, eyes closed, face relaxed, remnants of tears and sweat shimmering on her pure skin. He wipes at her cheek, traces her lips, her soft breath brushing against his knuckles. “She's perfect,” he whispers, more to himself.

“Are you going soft now?”

He looks up at those words, furrowing his eyebrows. The woman shifts on her high heels, crossing her arms in front of her impressive chest, a little pout on her full lips.

“I just miss the good old days of breaking these sweet girls in properly, you know?” she says with a sigh. “Don't get me wrong, this was a nice display, and it sure is entertaining to watch her get overwhelmed and lose it, but where's my fun? Your fun? Was this all?”

“Insatiable as ever,” he replies with a groan, staring at the tall woman he's known for so long he can't even remember the first time they've shared these unusual experiences.

“Come on, don't pretend you didn't think about shoving your cock down her twitching throat while she's assaulted by both toys? I bet she'd be really sweet choking on it...”

“She is,” he says, looking down at the girl. “It's one of the best sights...”

Mistress steps beside him, slapping his arm playfully. “Then wake her up and do it, let me see! Share the joy, come on!”

He shakes his head. “Give her some rest...”

She scoffs. “Rest? Oh, you've already gone soft. You never cared about any of them enough to let them rest. As long as they were breathing, you'd do the most vile things to them and not bat an eye. What changed?”

The question makes him frown. His fingers brush against the girl's soft neck, over the fading marks he's sucked into her skin, the memory still fresh on his mind. He has no idea what changed. Why is she different? She's just as submissive as the others, maybe a bit (a lot) more. The only difference really is that she was into him first, she had a crush, she came to him, wanting something from him, and not vice versa.

The others he had to mold to his desires, make them pliant, use a lot more force and punishment and other help, while she was perfect from the get-go, minus those very few instances of defiance. And she wants this, in a way none of them ever expressed before. He looks around the room, remembers the many girls strapped to various contraptions, remembers their sex-drunk faces, the defeat in their eyes. Not enough, never enough.

But her? In her pure, sweet innocence? In her desire to please him, to submit to him, to do what he tells her without ever fussing about it? Perfect. Maybe he's also past his violent, selfish days. He can't deny still getting hard thinking about his former victims, but looking down at the sleeping girl now feels different.

There's still desire, maybe even more of it, but he doesn't want to break her, not past the point of no return like he did with all the others. He wants to stretch her limits, push her out of her comfort zone, but ultimately he wants her to enjoy it, crave it, beg him to treat her like that because she wants it. And she's close. He's seen her pleading eyes, she needs him, his warmth, his strength, his comfort.

A few more nudges and she'll crawl by his feet like the submissive little angel that she is.

Inhaling deeply, he steps between her open legs again, eyes raking over the wetness seeping past the harness and the toys stuffed inside her, her releases drying on the soft skin of her thighs, her scent still so strong he has trouble breathing. But despite the throbbing of his needy cock, he decides against following his urges and starts unfastening the bindings holding her legs in place.

“What are you doing?” He's already forgotten about Mistress beside him.

“Taking her with me. We're done,” he says, gently rubbing the girl's legs where the leather bands have left deep indents in her skin. “Put it on my tab.”

The woman shifts on her heels, an incredulous expression on her pretty face, turning it sour and as ugly as he's ever seen it. “You come here just to tease me?”

“This is not about you,” he tells her. “Get your own pet!”

She gasps at that, grabbing one of her necklaces in mock indignation. “How dare you!”

“Please, if you wouldn't overdo it every fucking time, you'd still have something to play with now...” He stares at her, holding her dark gaze until it deflates.

She sighs, then rolls her eyes, stepping past him. “Well, consider me jealous,” she admits. “But know you can always bring her back. I have many toys and gadgets to show her...”

“I'll think about it,” he says, knowing he won't.

Even though he had no trouble working with her in the past, he sure as hell doesn't want to share now. The girl is his, and his alone. And she deserves a better fate than any other pet Mistress had in these walls before her. The woman knows no bounds, and the times he had to send in his men to cover up her overindulgence are numerous. If she wouldn't hold his secrets as well, he'd long severed their ties. But she is still useful in certain aspects.

The toys she's provided will certainly come in handy. They already showed potential, and he can't deny being downright giddy to test them out in public, pushing the girl's limits one nudge at a time.

For now, he's scooping her up in his arms, this barely there weight even though she's heavy with sleep, a softness and warmth he needs more of. Yes, he wants to choke her on his cock, but he also wants to hold her, caress her, see her skin pebbling, her eyes glazing over, that sweet little smile on her swollen lips. He wants it all, and he won't get any of it in this dungeon-like room in a seedy little sex shop that pretends to be something better just because the prices are unreasonably high.

He throws Mistress another glance, and the woman bows her head with mock obedience, ushering him towards the door. “Thank you for your purchase,” she says, her accent stronger now as she nears the backdoor of her store, putting up her facade again. “It was a pleasure doing business with you. Come again soon!”

Nodding at her, ignoring her loaded words, he carries the girl out into the bland hallway that's much too bright after spending who knows how long between black velvet walls and dim mood lighting. The unassuming door closes behind them, leaving him alone with her at last. He stops a few feet away and looks down at her. She's breathing deeply, still out of it. Small body still recovering from those unfamiliar sensations.

She took it so well, reacted just like he wanted to see. Squirming, writhing, fighting the pleasure until it overtook her. A sight to remember. He can't wait to force her to the edge once more. Though, of course, he won't amp the toys up to the max like he had done in the shop. She's not ready to let go like this in public, he's sure. One day she will. One day she won't care who sees her when she rides on that wave of bliss, chasing that head-empty-feeling. But he will be there, with her, bringing her there, holding her, feeling her shivers and contractions.

He exhales loudly, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. Fuck. Mistress has been right. He wanted to do more to her so badly, chase his own pleasure after bringing her hers so many times. But the fucking restraint.

Squaring his shoulders, shifting her on his arms, he inhales deeply, grounds himself, focuses on his plans for the day. Tailor, toys, done (even if the latter got a little out of hand), now some more aftercare (not that it matters but he's sure she'll like a few changes, a new hairstyle maybe, some pedi- and manicure, a bit of pampering after everything she had to endure), maybe lunch, and somewhere in-between he'll find a quiet corner where he can push her to her knees and satisfy his own urges.

With his fantasies itching right under his palms where he holds her, he walks to the elevator, eyes fixed on her peaceful face. When the doors open with a loud ding, she stirs in his arms, inhaling deeply, her eyelids fluttering. He steps into the cubicle, hits the button with his elbow and keeps watching her until she finally comes to.

“Hey baby,” he whispers, smiling softly when she blinks in confusion, then scrunches her nose as she squirms a little in his arms, her hands moving down her stomach to where the harness probably cuts a little into her skin. Or where the toys are wedged deep inside of her. “It's alright now,” he adds, and she looks up at him with unfocused eyes.

She slowly fights her way through the fog in her mind, and when the memories return, her cheeks burn up bright red. Looking away, she lets out a strained whine, her hands gripping at the front of his jacket as she pulls herself against him, possibly easing the pressure within her.

“Does it hurt?” he asks, watching her closely.

She doesn't nod immediately, thinking it over, but when she does, she looks up, her eyes pleading with him, silently asking him if it's really necessary to wear these things right now.

“I told you you have to get used to having something in your beautiful holes, darling. This is for your own good,” he tells her, and she hums in disapproval. “Does it really hurt or is it just uncomfortable?” She squirms, giving him a gesture he interprets as “I'm not sure”.

Instead of asking more, he simply slips her from his arms, gently setting her down on her feet again. She clings to him, fingers curling tightly around his jacket, unwilling to let go, to stand on her own, to deal with walking while plugged up. He grabs her hands and pries them off him, but keeps holding them as he looks down at her, assessing her state.

Her legs are visibly shaking, thighs twitching as she presses them together tightly, her chest rising and falling faster, her bottom lip worried between her teeth, a deep frown on her forehead. He lets go of her hands and smooths his own along her dress, showing her that everything is covered up. To anyone who may see them, she is just a normal girl in a cute pastel pink dress and old shabby sneakers.

To him she is the perfect little toy having her holes stretched in preparation.

He takes a step back and leans against the mirrored wall of the elevator, then extends a hand towards her. “Walk to me, come on,” he says, tilting his head as he observes her reactions. “Just walk normally, relax, nothing can slip out, it's alright. No need to stress about it...”

She inhales sharply, her hands balled up into fists at her sides. Slowly, she raises her leg, her thighs already relaxed a little, and takes a step, then another, but as soon as she reaches him, she exhales loudly as if she'd been holding her breath, her shoulders shaking. His hand finds her lower back as he pulls her against him.

“Tell me how it feels.”

Chewing on her lip, she stares at the ground, but leans more into him, seeking his warmth. “They move... against each other... always rubbing...” she mumbles. “It's so... warm... and full... it's too much...”

His hand moves lower, teases the hem of her dress, slips under. She flinches when his finger trails the leather strap between her ass cheeks. “But doesn't it feel good?” he whispers, leaning down to brush his lips against the top of her head. “To be stuffed like this? Stretched? Filled? The constant movement?”

“Not the same,” comes her reply, a huff of air, a pout to her lips, her body stiffening against him.

He chuckles. “You really prefer my cock,” he states with a sigh. “Well, imagine it then. I bet it's not too different...”

She shakes her head. “Totally different,” she mutters, slowly looking up, meeting his gaze for a moment before her eyes wander over his face timidly, her cheeks flushed deeply. “Your... yours is... warm and soft, well, no, hard, but differently. Not so stiff. I mean, not as stiff as... rubber. It fits better, moves better... more...”

While she speaks about his cock, which really flatters him to the point he can't help smirking, he fishes his phone out of his pocket, opens the app for the toys and, once she's done, gives the one in her ass a slight nudge, then watches with glee how she flinches, a soft gasp making her jerk against him, before she blinks and grits her teeth.

“Not fair,” she whispers, looking away, but he can see the tear glinting in her eye.

It's the tear that does it. He leans to the side and hits the brake button with his fist, and the elevator rumbles to a sudden stop, somewhere between the second floor and the parking garage. He doesn't care. Not the first time he's used this little private space to take care of business. Looking up into one corner in the ceiling, he smiles when he notices the little light blinking constantly. Let them watch.

He moves right beneath the camera, back to the wall, phone in one hand, the other pointed at the floor. “Kneel,” he tells her, and despite her pouting face and discomfort, she does as she's asked.

Flinching and groaning quietly when she gets to her knees in front of him, still moving quite stiff and careful with the unfamiliar cargo inside her, she braces her hands on his thighs, then slowly looks up at him, eyes a little wider, pupils dilating as she awaits further instructions. He moves his thumb over the display, pushes the intensity of both vibrators up to three, and she gasps when it hits her, her body shuddering, her fingers gripping at his legs harder.

He turns the phone to her, showing her the dial that goes up to twenty. “This is really mild, baby, you can do this,” he says, and she inhales sharply, a little shocked at the revelation that the vibrations can become way worse.

Squirming on her knees, she slowly adjusts, focuses on him instead of the warring sensations inside her small body. He waits. With how she talked about his cock, she must have a hunger for it. But will she just ask for it, like she did in the shower? Right here? He doubts it. He still waits, watching her, holding her gaze that grows more and more agitated, while she forces her body to remain completely still.

He would have waited longer, but knowing he's occupying the elevator and giving whoever has elevator watch duty a little show, he pushes things along as he slips his phone into his pocket and unbuckles his belt. The girl watches him, patiently, as patient as one can be while two buzzing toys nudge into each other inside her most sensitive places. But she seems alright, content, eager to service him.

His cock, already hard, springs free when he pulls his pants and underwear down enough to do so, and she flinches, her hands twitching, and he smiles. “Easy, girl, this is all yours, no need to rush things,” he says in a mocking tone that makes her blush even more. One hand holds his shaft, the other moves to her head, gently patting her hair, and she leans into his touch like a dog in need of ear scratches.

She watches him, pupils now fully blown, her little tongue darting out between her lips, wetting them nervously. “M-may I –” she starts, but he clicks his tongue and she stops, flinching back, eyes widening. Her body seems to buzz, be it because of the toys inside her, or her genuine need to pleasure him, taste him, her own arousal evident in the way she breathes harder.

He inhales deeply, lazily pumping his cock, before he lets go of it and braces his hands on the rail behind him. “Alright, then. Suck. Show me how much you crave my cock.”

His words cause a shiver to rush through her, but she's quick to grab his length, one hand curling around it, giving it gentle squeezes, bending it carefully to meet her height, while she keeps the other hand on his thigh to steady herself, before she leans closer and presses her lips to his tip. Her tongue comes next, licking along his slit, catching those few drops of precum he can't hold back anymore. He watches her intently, while she focuses on his cock, eyes hooded, and for now, he lets her.

There'll be time for eye contact yet. He prefers them filled with tears anyway.

She's hesitant at first, just kissing along his shaft, tracing her lips along the veins bulging beneath his tight skin, her tongue giving gentle flicks, but she quickly gets more confident, maybe pushed by her own growing need, maybe to get away from the constant buzzing inside her.

He waits until her small mouth envelops his tip, lips straining around him, her tongue poking at his slit, before she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard. A little groan escapes him, almost making his hand shake when he slips it into his pocket to retrieve his phone. His other hand moves over her head, fingers gliding between the soft strands of her hair to give her a gentle nudge, push her slightly closer to his crotch.

She obliges, eyes closed, hand holding his base as she lets his cock deeper into her mouth, still sucking, tongue still flicking, a warm and wet sensation that makes him inhale deeply as his stomach starts tensing up. While she bobs her head slowly back and forth, those lewd little slurping noises filling the small room, he is back in the app to control her vibrators, and even though his cock is nowhere near the back of her throat, she gags around him when he pushes them up to seven, the sudden increase making her flinch badly.

Her body tenses, her movements stop, but despite the surprise, she keeps her teeth away like the good girl that she is. “Good girl,” he tells her out loud, stroking her hair gently. “Just keep going. You're doing great.”

The praise does it for her, and she's back to bobbing her head in no time. She even removes her hand from his base to allow herself to take him deeper, not all the way, but he can feel the teasing grip of her throat when she pushes closer against his groin. Putting his phone away again, seven should be enough for now anyway, he puts both hands on her head, guiding her movements gently but firmly, and she lets him move her for a moment, tongue scraping along the underside of his cock, the wet and warm sensation tickling the sensitive skin.

As she's stopped sucking, he uses her mouth for more rapid thrusts until the telltale gurgling noises ring in his ears when he pushes deep and hard and steadily against the back of her throat. Her hands are on his thighs again, fingers digging into the fabric of his pants, tight but not frantic yet, so he continues to fuck her face, always a little rougher, always chasing the tight grip of her throat.

“Look at me,” he breathes out, voice hoarse with impending release. She does, eyes reddened and glistening, eyelids heavy, tears brimming in her lashes. What a sight. He holds her gaze, his hands tight around her head as he keeps slamming her against his crotch, and it's when he moves his hips as well, that she protests, hands slapping his thighs hard as he slips deeper into her throat, the tightness making him groan, her noises making his stomach tense, her teary eyes making his balls throb.

He holds her there, then leans back, gives her the tiniest moment to breathe, then forces back into it, chasing the impossible grip, the delicious squeeze, and while she slaps his thighs again, panicked and breathless, muffled wails filling the room, he comes with a deep shudder, pressing back into the wall, holding her head right against his groin, savoring the helpless fight she fights as he fills her throat with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

Maybe he's prolonging the moment a little too long, maybe the monster within him needs to see her struggle, needs to see her suffer, needs those tears to roll, but when he eventually pulls her off him, and she coughs and splutters, sobbing and gasping, as her body convulses, he feels bad after all. Pulling her onto her feet, he presses her against him, ignoring the mixture of cum and saliva dripping from her swollen lips that smear against the front of his shirt.

He just holds her until she breathes more or less normally again, and as he waits, he slips a hand under her dress and rubs his fingers over the leather harness, teasing her clit, feeling the toys vibrating against the stiff material, and she cries out again, small fingers fisting at the back of his jacket as she holds onto him as well, her legs trembling, hips bucking, and she comes with a tiny wail, freezing on the spot, her wetness seeping past the obstacle right onto his fingers.

He's breathing deeper, slowly regaining control over his body, and so does she as she relaxes against him, arms wrapped tightly around his midriff, face pressed into his chest. He pulls his wet fingers from under her dress, leaning his head against the wall behind him as he extends his tongue and licks along his fingertips with a soft hum that makes her lean back and look up, and her face, despite her wet cheeks and red eyes, has a beautiful glow, the blush burning just beneath her soft skin.

Offering her his fingers, she opens her mouth, eyes hooded, and he slips them between her warm lips, rubs over her tongue until she flicks it around them, then gives his digits a deep suck. His free hand pulls his phone out of his pocket, and instead of dialing the vibrators down himself, he holds it to her eye level, waiting for her to understand. She hesitates, lips still closed around his fingers, frozen mid-motion, a frown between her eyebrows.

Adorable. “You choose,” he says quietly, voice still a little hoarse.

She raises an eyebrow, then her hand, and her slender finger moves along the display, shaking slightly, but to his utmost surprise she doesn't turn them off completely (and it's not that she didn't see the big Turn Off button at the bottom of the screen), but keeps them lightly humming on the lowest setting possible. He smiles at her and turns the display off to slip the phone back into his pocket.

“My good girl,” he whispers softly, free hand cupping her face before he pulls his other fingers away from her mouth, absentmindedly wiping her saliva on his pants. “You've done so well.”

She beams at him, blushing deeper, leaning into his hand. “Thank you, sir.”

He watches her, overcome with a feeling he hasn't felt in a long time. Admiration. Inhaling deeply, he tilts her chin up with his thumb and bends down a little until he captures her wet lips for a deep kiss, and she replies his motions with an eagerness he hasn't expected.

With their tongues still locked and tangling, he slips a hand between them and tucks himself away, or tries to before she notices the motion and breaks the kiss, suddenly bending at the knees again until she's back in front of him, looking up, her hands placed on either side of his cock. He frowns at the unexpected show of submission.

“Clean?” she whispers quietly, cheeks burning up, but her eyes are clear, though almost black with how dilated her pupils are.

He raises an eyebrow, a short chuckle escaping him. “Clean,” he confirms and watches how she goes to work quickly, lapping her small tongue around his tip and along his shaft, licking up any excess sign of his release. Once she's done, it's her who tucks him away, carefully, her tongue still poking out between her lips, fully concentrated. He helps her a little by adjusting himself through his underwear, before she zips him up and buckles his belt again.

There's a proud look on her flushed face when she looks up at him, and he quickly pulls her into a standing position again, giving her a short peck on the cheek.

“You keep surprising me, baby,” he says softly, and she actually giggles when he nuzzles his nose against the sensitive skin behind her ear. Closing his eyes for a moment as he feels his stomach tensing all over again, he pulls her against him, hugging her tightly.

This fucking girl.

Shaking his head, he moves them to the other side of the elevator and punches the brake button with his knuckles, still holding her when the cubicle starts moving again. Before they arrive in the parking garage, he leans her back a little and wipes at her face, tucks her hair behind her ears, makes her presentable. And she watches him with adoring eyes that make him clench his jaw while the blood rushes back into his dick.

Just when he lets her go as the ding announces their arrival on the last level, her hand is on the front of his shirt, smoothing over the fabric, and he looks down as she tries to wipe away the wet stain her tears and drool created.

“It's fine,” he says, gently prying her hand away before buttoning his jacket, covering up any evidence of their little session.

She bites her lip, but he only cups her face and pushes his thumb against her bottom lip. She stops the nervous motion and even parts her lips, eyes shining up at him, and he lets her suck on it for a moment, exhaling loudly through his nose.

Patting her cheek, he eventually pulls away and grabs her hand, gently but firmly dragging her along – and for the first steps she stumbles after him hissing and wincing, her knees shaking, before she slowly adjusts to walking around with her toys lodged inside her, or at least manages not to show her discomfort too openly. She's learning, and he couldn't be more proud.

They reach his car, and he opens the passenger door, waiting for her to get in, which she does with another tirade of huffs and groans, and he chuckles darkly at the sight when she pouts at him. Buckling her in, he hovers close to her, one arm braced on the seat beside her, breaths mingling as he stares at her.

“Just tell me when you want to replace one of them with the real deal, okay?” he whispers hoarsely, smirking at her.

She blushes, the heat always finding new places to shine through her soft skin. Swallowing hard, she nods. “Okay,” she replies quietly, barely a hum in the air between them, and he leans in to press his lips to hers, before straightening back up and closing her door with a thud.

As soon as he slips behind the wheel, his hand is on her thighs – that she keeps pressed together with a determination that surprises him. His fingers dig between them forcefully until he feels the low buzzing for the vibrators against the rigid material of the harness. He looks at her, sees her worrying her lip between her teeth and clicks his tongue, watching with satisfaction how she stops the gesture immediately, licking her lips and relaxing them again.

He pokes at the harness, her sharp inhale in his ears, before he winks at her and lets her go to fasten his own seat belt. Once the engine roars to life and he maneuvers the car into midday traffic, his hand is back in her lap, and this time, her own latches onto it, small fingers slipping between his, slowly guiding it between her slightly spread thighs. His frown is deep, she's never been this bold before.

“Are you sure you want me there, baby?” he asks hoarsely, forcing himself to keep his focus on the road.

“I don't want it for me, I want you to feel me...” she whispers quietly, voice so soft he barely hears it over the hum of the engine and the noises of the city. “You gave me these toys, and I want you to see that I... I appreciate it.”

He lets out a sudden harsh laugh at her words, surprise plastered all over his face as he turns his head curtly towards her. Her own face is flushed, embarrassment burning in her eyes, lips quivering, and she's tempted to chew on them, but she just looks at him. “You appreciate it?” he echoes in disbelief.

“Yes,” she replies a little breathlessly. “You're doing all of this for me... and nobody has ever done that... given me so many things and experiences... so much attention...”

He furrows his eyebrows and looks away again, contemplating her confession of gratitude. It's so unexpected, not just to hear her voice issue more than a Yes, sir, but those genuine thoughts, full sentences, with barely a stammer in them, unprompted. After all the vile things he forced upon her, she is appreciating it? It does something to him, these sweet words, the gesture of pulling his hand between her legs, wanting to show him how wet she is... for him? Because of him and the toys he made her wear? That she's enjoying it? That she fucking appreciates it?

He can't wrap his head around that sentiment. How can she say that when he has treated her so poorly? He took her away, abused her, cut her out of her old life to stay with him, for him to use. There was no explicit consent, all she had going for her was her infatuation with him. And she seemingly built on it, deepened it, or did he do anything to make her say this? Has Mistress been right and he has gone soft?

A sudden sob breaks him out of his thoughts, and he quickly looks to the side, seeing her sniffling, her hands no longer wrapped around his but wiping at her face. The sight alarms him, and he slams on the brakes a little too hard, causing the car behind them to abuse their honk for a bit, but he doesn't care, he pulls onto the curb and kills the engine, then quickly turns around to her and cups her face with both hands.

“Hey, what's wrong?”

She stares at him, eyes wide, blinking away new tears. “I... I shouldn't... h-have... said a-anything, shouldn't ha-have touched y-you... d-don't be angry with me...” she croaks out, voice broken up with more sobs.

“What? No, baby, come on! I'm not angry! I was just surprised you would say something like that!” he replies, frowning deeply. “Breathe!” She hiccoughs quietly before starting to breathe in and out, in and out, and he mimics the motion until she relaxes in his hold.

“I'm sorry,” she sniffles, and he wipes at her eyes, shaking his head.

“No need to apologize. You did nothing wrong,” he clarifies. “You can talk to me, you know? I told you, if you need anything, you ask me. You can even share your thoughts with me. And you can take my hand, touch me if you want. It's okay. I'll let you know when it's not okay, and when I do, you don't need to cry about it. You do as I say, you take what I give you, remember?”

She nods into his hands, moving her lips for an almost silent “Yes, sir.” while her eyes wander over his face.

“You gotta stop worrying your pretty head so much,” he continues, his voice surprisingly soft as he caresses her wet cheeks. “You'll know when I'm angry, trust me,” he adds, and she stiffens at the words, blinking quickly, causing a few more tears to fall from her lashes that he catches with his thumbs.

Inhaling deeply, he lowers one hand and opens her seat belt with a click. She frowns in confusion, but he just pulls her onto his side and settles her onto his lap, back pressed against the window. She lets out a few noises of discomfort as the toys shift inside her, but then quickly melts against his side, perched on his thigh, both hands resting on her lap, her sneakers brushing against the edge of the passenger seat.

“Is this okay?” she whispers nervously as he drapes his arms around her, one to grip the top of the steering wheel, the other using her shins as armrest to utilize the gear shift.

“Of course,” he says with a smile, brushing his lips against her forehead. “You've been such a good girl today, you deserve a special seat, don't you think?”

She bites her lip as a smile crosses her timid features. “Thank you, sir,” she whispers barely audible.

He hums against her hairline, taking a deep breath, savoring her sweet scent. “You know, I've actually had different plans for you for the rest of the day, but how about we just drive for a bit, hm?”

“Okay,” she breathes, snuggling into him, making herself even smaller on his lap to not block his view. “What plans... did you have?” she then adds quietly.

His hand moves into her hair, combing through the strands, playing with the tips. “I thought a makeover would have been nice. New hairstyle, maybe? Some facials, manicure, pedicure, all the things you girls like?” She looks up as he talks, her eyes wide in surprise. “But you know what? You are already cute, no need to change anything, right?” She blushes deeply, quickly averting her eyes, a shy smirk playing with the corner of her lips. “Unless you want to?”

He's actually asking her, and it twists something inside his stomach. He's gone soft, confirmed. What has she done to him?

She seems equally bewildered. “No, I just... I don't care either way. I just... I just want... well, not want, I know I'm not allowed to have wants, but... I'd like to... keep you company, be with you...” she mumbles, chewing on her lip.

His hand is on her chin, thumb pressing on her bottom lip. Her eyes fly up to his, clumped lashes fluttering. “You are allowed to have wants,” he whispers, tilting his head. “I may not always grant them, but you can ask me for things, you can want things. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she replies, holding his gaze with a glint in her eyes. “Thank you.”

He hums and tilts her chin up further until he can meet her lips for a soft kiss. Hovering close to her for a moment longer, he sighs. “You sweet, sweet thing, I'm beginning to wonder how I deserve someone like you...”

She blushes, smiling shyly before turning her head to press her face into the crook of his neck, her soft breaths warm on his skin. He rubs soothing circles over her back, holding her for another moment in which he forgets about the city around them, about who he is and how she is changing him. But then rationality kicks back in, with a force that makes him flinch slightly, and a darker voice inside his head tells him to go back to his roots. This can't be happening.

He's supposed to use her for his own pleasure, whenever, wherever he wants, not cuddle her to his chest and comfort her. Not like this. She's his toy, his plaything, a body with holes to fill, and it doesn't matter what she says, what comes out of her warm wet mouth that can hold his cock so well.

Exhaling loudly through his nose, making some of her hair fly, he shifts in his seat, leans around her to grip the steering wheel, puts the car in gear again and starts the engine. With the girl perched on his lap, trapped between his hard body and the wheel, he moves back into traffic, focusing on driving, forcing his mind back to his initial plans.

The ones that came before he wanted to give her something back. A fucking manicure. She doesn't need to have painted nails to wrap her hands around his cock. She doesn't need a new hairstyle, she only needs long enough hair for him to grab and pull, hold her in place when he rams his length into her tight depths. The only facial she'll receive is his cum on her rosy cheeks, or anywhere else on her body. That's the kind of spa treatment she deserves.

Gritting his teeth, he feels his heart racing, his cock straining beneath her, his breaths rough and hard as he pushes the gas pedal down more, speeding through the tight streets, cutting between other cars without much worry. Soon he's on the fast lane out of the city, and while the girl looks around curiously as the tall buildings make way to wide fields and large forests, he grips her tight around the middle, reminding himself that she is his, and his alone.

Once traffic has cleared and he's almost the only car on the road, he slows down some, and unhooks his arm from around her. “I need your mouth, baby,” he then tells her, his voice rough and hoarse from stewing in his own dark ideals for too long.

She looks at him in slight surprise, but nods. “Yes –” she starts, but he already pushes her unceremoniously onto the passenger seat. She yelps at the movement and the sudden change in his demeanor and the sure as hell uncomfortable sensations from those nudging vibrators in her holes, but he doesn't care and already fumbles with his belt.

This is her purpose. He shouldn't feel bad. She does what he asks her to, no matter where or when or how. It's her fucking purpose and his goddamn right!

Without waiting for her to adjust to the task or find a comfortable position on the seat, he grabs the back of her head, digs his fingers into her soft hair, and pushes her down as soon as he frees his cock. She lets out a muffled gasp, but he doesn't care, he –

He sighs when her lips strain around his length, the soft wetness, the warmth of her mouth soothing him instantly. He forces her further, goes straight for the tight grip of her throat, and when she gags and gurgles, gripping his legs for support and kicking her feet helplessly, he relaxes in his seat, eyes hooded but still focused on the road, savoring her noises of distress, soaking them in like her tears soak into his pants.

This is her purpose, he repeats inside his head like a mantra. She's a hole to fill, a hole to take his cock. Nothing more. She can't be. He won't let her.

TWELVE 🟥 THIRTEEN 🟥 FOURTEEN

End notes: Uh oh, did you really think he'll be nice to her now? Oops, sorry, nope. He is still a narcissistic asshole and psychopath! (I feel bad for her though, please don't think I wanted this, he took over...)

Thank you for reading!

Next chapter on Sunday!

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ONE◾TWO◾THREE◾FOUR◾FIVE

SIX◾SEVEN◾EIGHT◾NINE◾TEN

ELEVEN◾TWELVE◾THIRTEEN

[iraprince]

snagging from this week's wip pile for a quick shortcut/hack! i've seen ppl using still life photos as basically a random landscape generator before, but i'll also often do this if i just. don't feel like finding or taking actual to-scale reference of a scene i need to figure out

it's not totally effortless -- sometimes i find it p difficult to gauge how one of these little dioramas will Actually translate once you've traced over/simplified it, and i end up having to go back and try a few different arrangements. but i will do anything to skip a grid dude

[elftwink]

can i say something. about the way you people talk about dungeon meshi. i find it extremely... interesting how headcanons about laios being nonbinary are framed exclusively as a way to shoot down other people's headcanons about laios being transfem. like you are aware when you have a hc that a character is nonbinary you can just... say it... and you don't need to preface it with "well i don't think they're transfem BUT".

and also i think its interesting that i never actually uhm. see anyone discussing their nonbinary laios hc in literally any detail. obviously i can't read anyones mind but it comes across to an audience like you saw someone hc laios as a trans woman, got irrationally irritated about it, found a 'progressive' and 'trans friendly' way to shoot it down, and then proceeded to continue treating him like a cis man in every post, meta, fic, etc, only ever bringing up the fact that you think laios is nb when someone else thinks laios is a woman. almost like you don't actually think that at all, and keep the idea around exclusively because transfem hcs make you uncomfortable for reasons you refuse to interrogate.

i don't think this is necessarily intentional on anyone's part, but i do think considering the discussions we have been having about transmisogyny on this website its not unreasonable to ask (especially of fellow tme trans people) that you have a long hard look at the way you respond to things like transfem hcs. while obviously fandom is #notthatdeep, it does not bode well for your ability to make room for your trans sisters for things that actually matter if you can't even do it regarding gender headcanons for anime characters

[swiftfootedachilles]

im just gonna be honest gang obviously its gonna be easy for you to say youre in love with a character and theyre an angel when anytime they do something you don't like you brush it off as out of character

[synthshenanigans]

…do u run the daily cj account /gen

Shockingly, despite the many CJ related accounts I have & as much as I've thought about doing one, I do not run the daily CJ account

...however if anyone were to want one for tumblr, I wouldn't mind making one at least :}

[Edit: I just realized you're prolly talking about the new one here & not twitter lol. Still I'm not the one that runs that one tho! Maaaaybe will still do a photo a day but i don't wanna steal the other persons thing]

[lieutenantselnia]

Internet archive I love you❤️❤️❤️

[peridots-pixiwolf]

yknow I play a lot of hard games but usually not "took 73 days to beat" hard

[an-aura-about-you]

you ever see a post where a person says a thing, another person says, "That's definitely not true," regarding the first post, and you actually DO remember the thing being true but it's such an inconsequential, niche thing that you know it's not worth it to make it an addition on that post?

[aberration-abbey]

shout out to Queenie's tail stripes, which appear and disappear at random apparently

[weeknd-ogoc]

LOOK AFTER YOU ✩ MAX VERSTAPPEN

SUMMARY: in which max and you have always found it really hard to move on from each other.

(inspired by the fray's song, look after you.)

FACE CLAIM: cindy kimberly

CONTAINS: reader!alonso, spanish!reader, angst due to past memories of your relationship with max, emotional cheating, use of y/n, could possibly trigger your daddy issues lols & kind of right person, wrong time trope!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: kinda felt like i rushed it and didn't go the way i wanted idk lol but hope you guys like it anyways! also i'm close to 1k followers, you guys are truly the best & ilysm !! 😭

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posted on may 27th, 2023

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ever since you were born your father had been super protective over you, even at your grown age he was still meddling in your life whenever he possibly could but you couldn't complain about it because you liked to meddle in his life just as much too.

"if you don't quit eating that burrito..." you told your father as you took the burrito out of his hands just for him to snatch it back. "you're going to stink up my kitchen."

he rolled his eyes and put the burrito down. "which i paid for so technically speaking this is my kitchen too."

now here you were in paris on a date that your father had set up for you and on the phone with him.

"i'm with lance right now at an ice cream shop." you told your father through the phone while lance was picking at your ice cream cone. "no, lance is driving us."

he chuckled when you passed your phone towards to him and he put it up to his ear for a few seconds before speaking. "yes sir, i will drive carefully and she will be back in her house by eight."

once the conversation was done he handed your phone back. "he said i better be sleeping in the guest room and that he would see us tomorrow morning."

had it been any other guy, your father would've definitely flew out just to spy on the two of you but he actually liked lance and encouraged you to hang out with him — except the both of you only liked each other as friends so lance covered for you when you had dates with someone.

just a few years back your father pushed a few boys out of your lives due to them not being the correct fit for you.

"dad it's not fair, it's just one date!" you remembered your seventeen self yell at your dad. "max is a good guy and he even asked you for permis-"

he shook his head. "i don't care what he did, i am your father and you do as i say!"

then there was the time when you were twenty-two, there was pictures circulating of charles leclerc taking you out for dinner and also a video of him leaving your hotel room the next morning.

"you can do better than charles, he doesn't know how to settle down and that's not the type of guy you need in your life!" your father ended up calling you as soon as he saw those pictures. "i liked max better."

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max looked back at an old post he had posted for your birthday back when you guys were still together.

everyone loved you, your dad had been in formula one for the longest time so everyone basically saw you grow up but nobody knew you the way he had grown to know you — the two of you had been broken up for a few years now but remained friends, only greeting each other once in awhile whenever you guys had to.

"i don't understand why you haven't deleted your pictures with her." his now girlfriend, kelly told him. "we already take car of her ca-"

"it's our cat." max corrected. "so it is my responsibly to watch her just as much as it is hers."

during the short time that you guys had moved in with each other in 2020, he had gifted you a siamese cat and named her saturn which the both of you now co-parented for.

he had been playing with penelope when she rushed into the room talking about the comment he left on your post. "whose y/n?" penelope asked as she passed a tea cup over to max.

kelly let out a huff and sat down with them. "nobody important."

you were still important to him.

he had began liking you in his first year of formula one and you obviously liked him but it had been complicated to even see each other due to your dad being so overprotective over you.

"i really don't think we should sneak around..." max quietly advised as you pulled him into your hotel room but as soon as your lips reached his he changed his mind and just at eighteen years old, he did not really get how to do this boyfriend thing since you're the first girl he had ever taken seriously but he quickly learned because you had began to feel like home to him.

"her dad is a cool guy but when it comes to her he is kinda scary." daniel ricciardo told him as they walked to an interview. "better hope he doesn't find out."

max at the time thought you guys would not get caught — aside from your father not wanting him to see you, his father also didn't particularly like you because he believed you were getting in the way of his racing. "forget about seeing that little girl, you're not about to let some girl ruin your career that i helped you prepare for." he remembered his father telling him after seeing you guys kiss and max dragging you into his hotel room earlier that day.

you of coarse had been in the bathroom hiding, listening to their conversation and max was trying to defend his relationship with you but his father was not having it.

so it wasn't long before you heard a smack and his dad telling him he better not see you around again then max was saying everything his father wanted to hear to finally get him out of his room and be back with you.

as you heard the door close, you heard something being thrown at the door and you slowly walked out of the bathroom to see some tears coming out of max's face. "i swear i hate him!"

you had gone to wipe the tears off his face and as you hugged him, you saw the glass cup that was thrown at the door. "it's okay baby..."

in that moment max realized that every time he was losing his control and felt like the city was spinning around, you were the only one who knew how to slow it down.

"i mean we just won't get caught next time." you gave him a halfhearted smile while wrapping your arms around him while he nodded hugging you even tighter.

but during the last race of his first year your father had caught you guys after following daniel who was trying to cover for you guys.

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everyone knew fernando's daughter meant the world to him.

as a single teenage father he remembered the moment he first laid eyes on you, he had wanted to quit racing because he knew his career was time consuming and he wouldn't be able to give you all the time in the world.

"no puedes, fórmula uno siempre ha sido tu prioridad número u-" (you can't, formula one has always been your number one priority)

fernando shook his head as he looked towards your crib, you were only a few weeks old and had just fallen asleep after about an hour of fussing. "ella es mi primera prioridad ahora." (she's my first priority now)

it took a good while before your grandparents could get him to continue doing what he had always loved doing and when he finally entered formula one, he had decided to bring you along to wherever his races were just so he could make time to spend with you — of coarse his mother could not stay away from her only granddaughter so she tagged along.

at eight years old, his little girl was beginning to do as she pleases.

"y/n, no more cand-" your father stopped as he saw you opening up the chocolate wrapper with a smile. "you better no-" you had finally bit into your snicker bar and gave him another toothy smile that he adored. "after that one, you better not have another."

you nodded and ran off with schumacher's kids, later splitting another chocolate bar with mick.

"crees que tengo algo de qué preocuparme?" he asked referring to what he was currently seeing, he watched mick and you chasing each other around. (do you think i have something to worry about?)

his mother chuckled and shook her head. "nando, solo son niños."(nando, they're just kids.)

at thirteen years old, he was trying everything in his power to make sure you stayed his little girl.

"no, find another dress that goes down below your knees." your father told you and continued going through the other dresses.

you shook your head and tried on another dress that you somewhat liked.

"now that's beautiful!" he nodded his head to the dress.

you gave your grandmother a look but she shrugged and you groaned. "papá, me gustó mucho el otro vestido!" (dad, i really liked the other dress!)

so after bickering back and forth about the dress, you had won and your father was now paying for the two hundred dollar dress and whatever else you had him holding throughout the store.

at sixteen years old, he had finally started seeing you as a beautiful young women and not his baby girl.

"escúchame..." he began and dangled the keys to your brand new car that he had just bought you in front of your face. "you will drive carefully! no listening to music too loud, no texting or calling and i want to know where you are every hour." (listen to me)

you nodded and kissed his cheek. "yes pa, thank you so much!"

"and no boys in the car!" he sighed and gave you the keys to the car. "i really wish you had failed your drivers test again."

at eighteen years old, he was now beginning to worry about the growing friendship you had going on with max verstappen who was on his first year in formula one so he had his eyes on the both of you at all times.

"have you seen y/n?" your father asked people around the paddock and they all shook their heads. "i swear when i find her..."

being the horny teenagers that you guys were at the time, the both of you had finally found a spot where nobody was around and he had gently kissed you but before the kiss could get any further there was someone who cleared their throat.

"your dad is looking for you..." daniel ricciardo said as he gave the both of you a look. "i sent him back into the mclaren garage so you have a few minutes to wrap this up before he figures out you're not there."

there was another person clearing their throat and all three of you turned the other direction where your father stood with an angry face. "hi pa." you mumbled as you walked into his direction and he looked at max who was walking towards daniel's direction.

"i won't tell you again to leave my daughter alone."

at nineteen years old, he had a received a phone call that every parent had dreaded to ever hear.

"i'm sorry pa, the car just drove past us and i did-" you cried as he carefully hugged you.

you had been celebrating your birthday with max verstappen and lance stroll, who you had befriended this year when he joined formula one — you had been driving when you hit another car leaving you in a neck brace, max with a sprained wrist and since lance was in the back he just had a few scratches but nothing too serious.

"shh, estas bien..." (you're okay)

even though you were now nineteen and officially dating max for a few months now, as usual had made sure it was fine with your dad that you guys would be going out together and after another talk about keeping his daughter safe, he allowed you to go out with him and lance.

"i'm scared..." lance whispered to max just before entering your hospital room.

max nodded but he knew he was going to probably get it worse from your father since it was his responsibly to always look after you. "me too, he's going to kill me."

just before they entered the room they heard you apologizing to your father about getting the car crashed and that you'd pay him back but he shook his head. "the car can be replaced y/n but you can not be replaced, do you understand that? when max called me about you being here i swear my heart dropped and i couldn't even think clearly." he kissed the top of your head. "i'm glad that you are okay."

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your father had invited max to the party he was secretly throwing that same night — he never had anything against max and he even still considered max part of the family so it wasn't awkward when max gladly accepted to go.

"a party for y/n? you are kidding right?" kelly asked as she saw max getting nicely dressed, it took her a good convincing to get him out of his usual red bull shirts so him wanting to look nice for this event was weird to her.

he applied his cologne and shrugged. "it's also for fernando so you can come kells if you really want to."

"they're not even your fami-" she shook her head with a small smile, after all max never gave her a reason to believe he couldn't be trusted. "i'll wait for you here."

so a few hours into the party he had found himself sitting outside on the porch with you and saturn on his lap. the two of you clearly had a bit much to drink since you guys were giggling a little too much causing people to look at the two of you whenever they walked by.

"twenty bucks they'll get back together by the end of this year." george whispered to his friends as they walked by for the fifth time in twenty minutes.

"thirty if they hook up tonight." alex then said.

"as if kelly would let that man go." lando responded with a laugh.

somehow you guys always ended up together at times like these or at least whenever kelly was not around, max really enjoyed these moments with you because it just reminded him of his past self with you.

"i need to go pee, come with me." you giggled as you dragged him with you but let him stay outside the door waiting for you.

he knew the two of you were perfect for each other but the two of you had constantly broken up and gotten back together so when kelly came around you had just broken up with him and he was looking for a quick fling — the morning after he had seen pictures of you and charles at the same hotel so he thought maybe you were looking for a quick fling also.

you guys had gotten back together a few weeks after and months after that, everything was going well between you guys so that was when he got you saturn as a gift also buying a shiny ring for you.

"of course i give you my blessing max!" your father told him giving him a hug. "took you long enough to finally propose to my little girl."

weeks later he had everything set up to propose to you but it was quickly ruined when kelly had been looking for him and even showed up to the apartment you guys shared.

"look my dad is waiting for me, let's just get this over with so just say what i know what you're about to say." he remembered you telling him with tears in your eyes.

you guys had plenty of breakups in the past but somehow this one felt different. "i'm not cheating on you if that is what you think."

you scoffed. "so where have you been the past few days? why is she looking for you at our apartment?"

just say it now max.

before he could continue thinking about how your last breakup went, you had came out the bathroom and held the back of your skirt.

"the zipper is stuck." you said turning around, letting him see the back of your skirt. "help?"

as he helped zip up your skirt, the three musketeers were giggling like little kids at what they were seeing and alex put his hand up for the money he was owed but quickly put it down at the next thing they saw.

you thanked him for helping you and he nodded. "it's my job to look after you." he quietly said as he finished zipping up your skirt, you had been looking through the mirror in front of you and seen the looks he was giving you.

"i'm glad you still wear the necklace..." max told you with his hand on your zipper then going to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head now looking at you through the mirror. "i would still be wearing the bracelet you gave me if it wasn't fo-"

"kelly." you nodded and just before you could shake him off.

he quickly shook his head and turned you around. "the chain broke and i haven't replaced it, would've fixed it sooner if i knew you still wore your necklace."

the two of you stayed looking into each others eyes and before anything else could happen your father walked in.

"i'm looking for my granddaughter!" he said and luckily for you guys he had been a bit tipsy he didn't realize how close you guys were. "ah there she is, hello guys we're cutting the cake c'mon!" he took saturn off one of the chairs she was resting on and quickly walked off.

even though your father hadn't seen that interaction there were the three men who did and were trying to decided who owed what to who.

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max had found himself panicking on the inside when he saw your name pop up on his phone for the second time today while he was streaming on twitch — the two of you never called each other so he worried for a second right before penelope came to the room to hug him.

"hey p." he quickly flipped his phone over when he heard other footsteps follow along.

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obviously nothing happened last night with you, he left shortly after they cut your cake without saying bye to you and he ended up crashing at charles's place but the way everyone was assuming it was him who took your most recent picture on instagram, kelly was a bit annoyed with him.

"y/n called, she said she's taking the cat to the vet because she was sleeping all morning and suddenly woke up to throw up or something like that."

"oh no! will saturn be okay?" penelope asked looking over to max which he nodded in response and assured her the cat would be fine.

he let everyone on his stream know he had to go due to a family emergency and quickly got ready to go.

just before he could leave kelly was still going on about last night. "you just got back home and you're leaving again? over that stupid cat? over that whor-"

"watch it." he quickly turned over to face her giving her a look. "i already told you that i crashed at charles's and had it been one of our cats i would've booked a flight home as soon as i could."

"but you are always putting her first.." he began walking towards the door but she blocked it with her arms crossed. "if you leave to go see her, i hope she lets you stay at her house because you will not be welcomed here anymore."

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posted on april 3, 2023

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you flicked max's forhead as soon as he arrived to your apartment and before he could even ask why you just did that, you were already carefully swooping saturn into your arms. "she only hangs around your cats so it's your fault this happened to her!"

in that moment max already figured out what had happened because his mind went back to finding saturn being real cozy with one of his cats one time.

"in my defen- ow!" you had just flicked him again and placed saturn back down onto your couch just to hit him with a pillow.

he stopped the next hit and he chuckled as he threw it at you. "she'll live but yes i'm sorry i should've told you when i saw them getting close."

so to keep you calm he did what he always did back when you guys were together and you were a bit mad with him, ordered your favorite kind of pizza and put on one of your shows you like to rewatch every now and then.

before the both of you knew it the sun had gone down and you wondered why he stayed as long as he did this time, he would never stay more than an hour.

"well i'll take these to sink..." you quietly said once you felt his head rest on your shoulder meaning he was starting to fall asleep. "i can bring you a blanket if you'd like or?"

"i can wash them." he shook his head and stood up, grabbing the plates from your hand. "but i do want to finish this episode with you so bring the blanket."

you nodded going into your room and grabbed one of the many blankets you had on your bed.

this was starting to remind you of every time you guys broke up, he'd show up buy you the pizza and watch the shows he swore up and down he hated then he'd somehow swoop you off your feet.

the both of you guys had always tried seeing other people in the short time you guys were broke up but it never worked and it resulted in finding your way back to each other — but the both of you had been broken up for three years now so you just always figured there was no chance of getting back together since he was now with kelly and he seemed genuinely happy.

when you brought back the blanket max was already laying down on the couch and just as you were about to hand it to him, he pulled you onto him and you tried getting up but he held onto you. "max, you can't do this to kelly..."

"she kicked me out, it's done."

even though you still felt a bit wrong about this whole situation, your arms wrapped around his neck and hid your head into the crook of his neck.

you had missed this feeling.

"you don't understand how much i missed you baby..." he found this as an opportunity to hug you tighter and place a kiss onto the side of your head. "i should've never let you leave me in the first place."

you groaned hearing those words and he chuckled. "it was a pretty dumb decision."

you guys were now locking eyes and he wanted to kiss you but he stopped himself before he could. "i want you to know this isn't a rebound thing, i want to make this work with you but for real this time. no more breakups."

"no more breakups." you repeated his words with a little nod. "but we're taking this slow max so no kissing right now."

he groaned and sighed. "fine but stay here with me so i can look after you."

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𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

© 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝-𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐜 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

[ltleflrt]

Figuring out I'm on the ace spectrum was so difficult because I have always been a horny bitch. I knew what sex was at a fairly young age, because I'd asked my mom and she's one of those good parents who'll answer questions like those, and as I grew older and would ask more complex questions, her answers would evolve along with my curiosity and understanding of the world. And I remember having fantasies as young as 9 or 10 years old, even if they were hella vague and nothing close to what sex actually is lol

So as I became a teenager, and all my friends' focus turned from playing with dolls to flirting with boys, I automatically thought I was attracted to boys. And I paid more attention to Cute Boys than I did to Cute Girls, because girls were just nice to look at while boys were People To Have Crushes On. Because of heteronormativity. Looking back on it now, I know there were girls I liked to stare at just as intently as boys, although less often because I wasn't trying to pay attention. And I certainly didn't fantasize about girls because I started reading romance novels in 5th grade, so I was fantasizing about male romantic partners because that was the fiction I was consuming. I didn't even realize fantasizing about girls was possible until I was 17, and I had a few "am I a lesbian" internal crises for years because of it.

So when I did start having sex, I had A LOT OF IT with SO MANY different guys, and eventually a couple of women once I started accepting that bisexuality was real. But it was never really fulfilling. Not like my fantasies were. Not like my books were. I was slutty because sex was fun, I was horny, there were plenty of options so I kept searching for that satisfaction I was craving.

Getting married was a relief (even though it turns out I'm aro-spec too lol) because I was tired of hunting, and even if sex with my husband was meh, at least I had someone around to scratch that itch if I had it, and he didn't mind if I occasionally took care of things on my own because I'd read an especially hot scene in a romance.

I learned about asexuality in my early 20s, but I brushed it off. Couldn't be me, I'm far too horny for that. But I think that comes from the fact that everything you hear about Aces is attached to sex-repulsion or sex-indifference. I wasn't either of those things. I was horny all the dang time. I was fantasizing about sex all the dang time. I figured actual sex was meh because my imagination was so vivid that real life could never match up. Which could be true to an extent, but I think not as much as popular opinion would have us believe. If fantasy was really that much better for everyone, then I think we'd have less incels and unplanned pregnancies than we do.

In my 30s I finally saw people talking about The Spectrum, and I started examining my past, and I figured out I wasn't really attracted to anyone I had sex with. I do occasionally find someone attractive; there are men and women and enbies who make my skin feel tight and give me a little wave of lightheadedness lol... but it's always always the fantasy that gets me really going. If given the opportunity I wouldn't have sex with any of those people. Thank you, but no thank you, I'd rather just imagine it than physically participate in the act with them.

(Ok I might go down on them, but that's less about wanting sex, and more about being able to add them to my Tally. Hell yeah I want to brag about making *insert hot person* have an orgasm. There's PRIDE in that kind of accomplishment lol)

I have a lot of respect for aces that are not horny. I understand it even if I don't share the sentiment. And I feel like most of them understand me even if they don't share the sentiment. There's a solidarity between us.

Until I go into a fandom tag for a character that the aces have glommed onto because they're canonically ace or headcanoned as ace. Good lord, the non-horny aces can turn into downright vicious bastards if a horny ace sexualizes their blorbo.

This post is for them.

Horny aces exist. Please look up "autochorissexual, lithosexual, and aegosexual."

Refer to those definitions in regards to romantic attraction as well as sexual attraction.

Some aces may not fall into one of those definitions, because asexuality is a spectrum, but they may still be horny.

Horny aces are not disrespecting you by enjoying being horny on main. We promise we'll wash the stickiness off our hands before we hold your hands in queer solidarity.

And most importantly: Your blorbo is fictional and does not need to be defended from icky sexuality. They exist in an infinite multiverse, so your blorbo and my blorbo are not the same, even if they appear to be on the surface.

AND:

This post is also for the people who are confused about themselves because they're horny but don't actually feel attraction. You're not crazy, you're not wishy washy, you're not "waiting for the right person to come along" (unless you are, in which case I hope you find them). You're just a thin strip of color on a massive rainbow that holds more unique shades than anyone can perceive at a glance.

You're valid. You're one of us too.

And don't be mean to the non-horny aces. Tag your smut so they can avoid it. (But actually so I can find it lol)

[piastrinorris]

I Want Your Video

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Tags: Stranger Things (series), 18+ (minors DNI), modern!au, unprotected sex (don't try this at home), oral (f receiving), fingering, heavy dirty talk, p in v, pulling out, overstimulation, mentions of anal, filming a sex tape, mentions of reader being cheated on

Summary: You had to make your ex pay for what he did, to you and his former fellow Hellfire party member. There's only one person that can truly help you with that.

Word count: 3.7k

A/N: Good news, gang! Turns out, I actually do remember how to write anything other than Busy Streets and Busy Lives!

Waving at Wayne as his car passes yours on his way out of the trailer park puts your mind at ease. That's one potential barrier out of the way. The other is whether or not your potential other party agrees to your little plan.

You didn't participate too much in your ex's Hellfire Club stuff because campaign time was campaign time only, and unless you were summoned to stand in for someone, you weren't a part of this story's main adventuring party. Nonetheless, you'd developed your own camaraderie with the group - especially the only regular female player. 

Which is why it was all the more heartbreaking to see the screenshots of your then-boyfriend's attempts to slide into her DMs. Watching him gaslight her into believing that she was misreading his messages as being flirtatious, despite them definitely being so, hurts enough. Your heart sinks to the floor when you see the photos he'd sent. You know pretty well what his own dick looks like and that's definitely what he sent her. Completely unsolicited. Judging by the timestamp and the sheets beneath him, he even took those while you were asleep next to him.

You needed to make him regret doing that for the rest of his pathetic little life. You needed to hit him where it would hurt most.

And so, you knock three times on Eddie Munson's door. He greets you warmly, but there's an air of sympathy to him. "Hey. Um, I just want you to know, right off the bat, that shitbag's never, ever setting foot near the table again. Next session, his character's getting killed off in the most humiliating way I can come up with, and I totally get if you don't want to, but we'd need a full-time stand-in -"

"I didn't come here to talk D&D, Eddie," you cut him off, and his brow furrows.

"Well, if it's emotional support you're after, then I'm sorry, sweetheart, I'm not of any use there."

"Not that, either," you shake your head. "I - I don't want anything to do with that asswipe ever again, but I still wanna make him pay." You start pacing the expanse across Eddie's living space. "I mean, sure, I dumped his ass, but he'll feel no remorse from that, he didn't care enough about me to stay loyal. I need to really stick a dent in his pride. I need it to come from someone he really admires." You look at Eddie hopefully.

He shrugs, "Sure, I'll teach that bastard a lesson. What do you have in mind?"

You take a deep breath in. "Well, if he's going to send dick pics without remorse… I was thinking… You and I go one better and send him a - a video. If that's okay with you."

Eddie feels as though all his Christmases have come at once. He'd always found it tough tearing his eyes away from you with your boyfriend mere feet away. He wanted to sucker-punch the sense back into him when he'd learned what your ex had done. But this? So much better.

Rubbing his jaw, Eddie nods. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, we can do that." He gestures for you to follow him to his room, which you do. "My phone, or yours?"

You contemplate, "Yours. It'll sting more coming from you."

Eddie nods, setting his phone on a surface close to the bed and setting up the right angle. "So, clothes already off, clothes on? Anything definitely off the table, or on it?"

"Clothes off, I want it to pack a punch the moment he hits play," you direct, and Eddie nods, throwing his shirt off. You knew there was more ink beyond his forearms, you'd seen little peekaboo moments of the artwork adorning his body, but seeing them all out in the open, as though he's an open sketchbook,  captivates you. He's obviously watching you stare at each one as he smugly swivels himself around to show you all of them at all angles. You continue, "Um, how do you feel about… Not wearing - I promise, the video will stop before any completion happens, I'm not here to get knocked up or anything," you quickly explain, to Eddie's amusement.

"Yeah, I'll fuck you raw." Something about the way he casually purrs that as a smirk tugs at the left corner of his lips sends a buzz through your nervous system that settles at your core. "Anything else?"

"Um… He never really liked… Going dow-"

"Oh my god, of course he didn't," Eddie interrupts. "But he'd have you -?" You nod. "Disgraceful."

"And even though I would always ask him to, he wouldn’t talk dirty to me. So maybe if he saw that in action?"

"Oh, fuck yes, doll, you are speaking my language," Eddie grins. "We talking praise, degrading, narration? How rough do you want me?"

"Honestly, go nuts. I'm all good for all of it. In terms of the talk… I'm good with any as long as it's not humiliating me, but the more possessive, the better." 

"Hmmm, you better get those clothes off and that camera started, baby, or else I might get ahead of myself." Eddie shuffles out of his jeans and palms himself over his boxers as he watches you strip to your underwear with great intent. 

You both silently agree to strip down your last layer at the same time, getting all of the awkwardness out of the way. You're in awe of his cock, stood of its own accord even before he starts stroking himself at the sight of you. You chew your lower lip as you watch in fascination and he grins, "You gonna at least hit record before I end up coming all over my hand?"

You hop onto Eddie's bed, feet swinging above the floor as you ask, "Where do you want me, Mr Director?"

Eddie glances over at his phone screen, smirks, and taps it before striding over to you, pulling you into position by your legs, and throwing one over his shoulder. Pushing the other one out, you realise to get a good angle of it for the camera, he sweeps his hair to one side and makes quick work of snaking his tongue inside of you. 

Your fingers card through his hair and grip tightly, and he hums with approval against your core as his nose nuzzles at your clit. "Is that good, baby?" he purrs between licks, and you nod. He surfaces, shaking his head. "Use your words, sweet thing."

You swallow hard. "Y-yeah, so good."

"Mmm, that's my good girl, doing as she's told, c'mere," he grips your thighs tightly as he laps back and forth at your clit. You sit yourself up at an angle to watch him yourself, the way he looks so lustfully as he goes to town on you. He blindly holds his hand up to you, wiggling two fingers specifically, and you take his wrist to aim them into your mouth. He moans as you suckle and lick his fingers, "Oh, fuck yeah, such an obedient little slut. Taste so good, and so good with your mouth, fuck, I can't wait to wear you around my fucking cock."

You whine, "Please?"

He chuckles, "Patience, sweetheart. I've a feeling you need to get stretched out before you can take me."

"You're so big," you moan wistfully as you fall back onto your elbows, and you feel Eddie's toothy grin press against you as he angles himself enough to slide two long fingers inside of you. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your hand grips his hair tighter and he moans delightfully around you. "Fuck, Eddie, feel so good, I can't - I need to -"

Eddie resurfaces to rest his head against your thigh, gently sinking his fingers into you and stretching them apart before pulling them out to do the same thing over and over again. "So soon, baby?" he croons. "Getting your sweet little cunt eaten gets you this fired up?" You nod, and while Eddie wants to scold you again for not speaking, he's enamoured by the face you make when you're turned on. Eyes half-lidded, lips shiny and just-parted, chest heaving. He hasn't even played with your tits, yet. Fuck, he's barely gotten started with you and you're already a mess under his hand. 

"Please?" is all you can think to say as his fingers curl inside you, making you mewl out loudly.

"Fussy girl wants to come already?" he asks in that crooning voice again, and you nod. Eddie pulls away from you entirely, grinning at your despair, and gets up to straddle you from behind, pressing an oddly gentle kiss to your forehead as he does so. Once he's sat with his legs draped either side of you and his chest flush against your back, he takes one of your breasts into his hand to massage it as the other hand reaches down to rub fast, deliberate circles against your clit. His lips press kisses all along your throat as you cry out for him. His voice is low, breathy, but still loud enough to be recorded as he asks, "Fuck, yes, who do you belong to, huh?"

"You, Eddie," you moan, turning your head to try and face him as you say it, feeling your orgasm start to build faster than you've ever been able to muster yourself.

"Mmm, and who does this pussy belong to?" he asks before sucking a big, dark bruise onto the base of your neck. He feels your neck start to crane again and hums an uh-uh against your skin, pulling his head up to purr into your ear, "Don't tell me, baby." He pulls his hand away from teasing at your nipples to squeeze your cheeks between his thumb and fingers, pushing your face around until you're facing his phone. "Tell him."

You look down the camera lens, moaning as Eddie sucks on your earlobe, the hand on your face now sliding down to wrap around your throat as the fingers on your clit work it faster. "It's all - shit, my pussy's all yours, Eddie. No- Nobody else makes it feel - this good, not even me, please," you falter into a plea at the end as you feel the crescendo looming.

"Damn right she belongs to me, and she wants me so bad, doesn't she?" His hand leaves your clit momentarily to dip down and coat his fingers in your thick juices. When he brings them up to your lips, the hand that had been so gently pushing against the pressure points in your throat falls to resume working your clit as you once again suck on his fingers. "Look at her, she's crying out for me, so desperate for it, can't wait to - to squeeze herself all over my thick cock as I fuck you the way you deserve, right? The way I've wanted to since I first saw you?" You make a small noise of intrigue around his fingers and Eddie chuckles, "That's right, sweetheart, but that's not why we're here, is it? We're here so you can come for me without me even needing to be inside you, aren't we? You're gonna show him what you really look like when you're satisfied, aren’t you?"

Still looking at Eddie's phone, your walls clench over absolutely nothing as your climax finally washes over you. Eddie continues to kiss and suck across your neck as he slows his attack on your clit and pushes the fingers in your mouth gently in and out as they muffle your moans.

"Fuck, yes, baby," he groans into your ear, "that was incredible."

Pulling down on his wrists until his fingers leave your mouth with a satisfying pop that you really hope the mic picked up, you lean back against Eddie and reach up to play with his hair. "Wanna watch me suck you off, now?" You ask with a coy grin.

Eddie bites his lip, "Any other time, absolutely. But right now, I need you sat on my dick and facing me so I can watch that pretty little face of yours as I make you cum over and over again. Why should he get all the fun of seeing that, huh?"

You squirm as you move yourself around to straddle him, pressing your forehead to his and mumbling, "You really ought to keep the dirty talk more believable, you know."

He frowns as his arms slide up and down your sides, cradling you, "You doubt my talents, sweetheart? You wound me."

"It takes an awful lot for me to get there, usually," you admit quietly, "even once."

"And look at you now," he smirks at the same volume. "Ready for me?" he asks as he reaches between you both to angle his cock away from where it rests against his torso. You nod eagerly, hovering up onto your knees and moving with him. Slightly louder, he grins, "I didn't hear you, ba- oh my fuck," he groans out as you sink down onto him without warning. "Oh, fussy girl can't wait, huh? God, you're fucking loving this dick, arent you, baby, huh?" he croons as he watches your face contort with pleasure as you lower yourself further and further until you're sat with him fully inside you.

With his arms wrapped tightly around you, and your hands on his shoulders to keep you in place, he leans in to kiss you openly, his tongue instantly seeking yours. You grind yourself against him while he's buried in you, moaning into the kiss at the feeling. "Fu-uuuck, Eddie," you moan. "Tell - tell me more - first time you saw -"

"Mmm, the first time I saw you?" he asks, reaching down between you again to rub your clit in gentle circles. "You walked in with him. Wearing a cute little dress, but you had a shirt on under it so I missed out on these," he gropes at your breasts. "Hmm, but fuck, I wanted you to stay. Wanted that cute little mouth sucking me off while he played just across the table. Wanted to feel that cute little ass of yours as I bent you over the table and fucking railed you."

You whine, "You wou- you'd fuck my ass?"

Eddie lets out his loudest moan yet, bucking up further into you. "Fuck, I didn't mean that, but if you'd let me, baby, any day of the fucking week. But I gotta take care of my pussy first, don't I? She's being so good to me," he purrs as he fucks you deeper. "I think - we've put on enough of a show, don't you?" he asks as he blindly reaches for his phone, angling it at both of your faces. "I don't think he deserves to watch you come over my dick. Say goodbye, sweetheart."

You look at the camera, smile coyly and turn to Eddie to lean in and bite his lower lip, both of you chorusing low chuckles to each other as he cranes his phone around to hit the stop button.

Reality crashes down on you as you realise it's all over now. That video was the reason you showed up. That was what he agreed to do. He notices your hesitation as he throws his phone aside and quickly swings you both around so that you now lay beneath him. You'd been so focused on making a good sex tape, you had barely paid attention to Eddie himself until now. Eyes blown black, his hair and his guitar pick chain dangling between the two of you, a light sheen of sweat showing against his dark ink. But by far the hottest thing of all about him was the sheer, primal hunger in his gaze.

"I hope you didn't think we were done yet, princess," he coos. "Now I get to really focus on you."

Not letting his gaze leave yours, he aims his cock inside of you once again, taking your hands in his and interlocking your fingers before fucking into you deeply.

Your back arches as he fills you, and you moan his name, to his delight. Before long, you're begging and whining again, your fingers clenching tighter against his. "Gonna come for me, baby? Fuck, tell me again, who owns you?"

"You - you do, Eddie," you moan, your hips squirming beneath him.

"Damn right, I do. Just like I said, I'll make you come over and over again. Do it, baby, come for me."

That euphoric feeling returns, but tenfold as you feel yourself tighten around his member. He slides it in and out of you gently as you work through your climax, but it's short lived as he climbs further onto the bed to line himself up with your chest, wrapping a wide, rough hand around his cock as he pumps it, sending warm spurts of thick cum flying against your breasts as he throws his head back and moans gutturally.

Looking down at yourself, then back up at him, you ask, exhausted, "G'me y'r phone, please."

He slowly hands it to you, confused, and you get up to kneel on the bed right in front of him, taking one of his hands and holding it up to your throat until he gets the hint to hold onto it himself, and then doing the same for the other arm, guiding it between your legs.

You swipe onto his camera, flip it to the front one, and set the phone down so that it only starts showing from your nose downwards, making sure that the bruises on your neck, and the cum on your chest aren't obscured. Setting a timer, you smile slyly as one photo takes. You take another with you biting your lip, and Eddie gets in on making sure you take one where he's kissing your neck amongst the hickey.

But Eddie lets go of your throat for a moment to switch the camera back to video mode, mutter in your ear, "You keep this right here, 'kay, baby?" and hit record right as the hand between your legs once again starts rubbing your clit with a lot more fervor than before.

Just as the timer starts recording, Eddie's grip around your throat tightens and you cry out silently, just about managing to squeak out a, "S-so - sensi- so much."

"I know it's sensitive, baby, that just means it'll be quick," Eddie promises, keeping his lips close to your ear, still in shot of the camera. "But I promised you, didn't I?" He drags two fingers across your drenched thighs, "After you already came for me, I promised it would happen again," he wipes one finger against your lower lip, "and again," he adds as he wipes the other there, too.

You groan, "Fuck, don't know - 'f I c'n take-"

Eddie shushes you, "Of course you can, baby. Your pussy's mine now, remember? And I already know her so well. Fuck, I can't wait to give you so much more. Did you mean it, sweetheart, when you asked me to fuck you in the ass someday?" You nod desperately, whining and keening against his touches. "Good, because I most certainly plan on having a lot of fun with my new cocksleeve. Have you be my new favourite after-gig tradition, where I get to go offstage and fill all your holes." You squirm against him, grinding your bare ass against him. "Mmm, afraid I'm not quite the free-use fucktoy you are, doll, that's not gonna work on me just yet," he drawls.

"Ple-ease, need to  need, fuck -"

"What's that, baby? You need to come again? Oh, but I thought it was so hard to get you there. Remember that when I send you this video and you watch it back, okay, sweetheart? Remember who makes you feel this good. Remember who fucking owns you."

"'s you, Eddie, fuck, I'm -" you scream out in ecstasy as a third orgasm travels entirely across your nervous system, filling your entire body with a high like you've never experienced before. With a grin, Eddie leans over to once again stop his recording and gently lay you down onto his bed. 

"Stay right here, okay, doll? Gonna get you all cleaned up."

You nod, mumbling, "Don't think - I can go anywhere else anyway."

Eddie chuckles under his breath, moving to kiss your forehead and then your lips before making his way to the bathroom.

He returns moments later with several warm, damp washcloths and fresh towels, and takes great care in mopping up your thighs and your chest, in major contrast from the Eddie you'd just experienced.

Once you're clean, he lays himself to curl up next to you on the bed and pull you in to spoon him, pulling his pillows down to where the two of you lay in the centre of the bed so he could place one under your head. You hum in happiness as he presses kisses to your shoulder. "You were fucking amazing, back there, sweetheart. A goddamn natural."

"Having such a good co-star certainly helped," you smirk back. 

"An', y'know. I don't want to put any pressure on you, 'cause what you're going through is a whole thing, but you know most of that was just talk for the camera, and that I see you as way more than a fucktoy, right?"

You pout, "So I'm not gonna be?"

He chuckles, kissing between your shoulder blades. "I didn't say that, did I? Just that… This is casual, and awesome, but I don't want you to think that I only did this to have sex. I did it to have it with you. And I'm down to be… Friends with benefits, fuck buddies, a rebound, whatever it is you need. 'Kay?"

You squeeze his arm around you a little tighter in thanks. You know you're certainly not ready for any kind of relationship again just yet. But who's to say that you can't have fun in the meantime? Maybe this goes further. Maybe it doesn't. All you know is, as you watch with glee as you watch Eddie send the first video to your ex, and then set his favourite of the photos you took as his home screen, you definitely made the right choice tonight.

[worstcharacterpoll]

[Image description: A tournament bracket of 32 contenders, labeled "Tumblr's most hated." The matchups on the left are Vriska vs. Pearl from SU; Rex from Victorious vs. Rick Sanchez; Ansem the Wise vs. Gul Dukat; Kylo Ren vs. Kokichi Ouma; Scrappy Doo vs. Sheldon Cooper; Pierre from Stardew vs. Mort from Madagascar; Seraphine from League vs. Heimskr; and Jurgen Leitner vs. Andre Glacier. The matchups on the right are Walter White vs. Light Yagami; Buck Cluck vs. Ross Geller; Bramblestar vs. Starlight Glimmer; Goro Akechi vs. Pariston Hill; Katsuki Bakugo vs. Berdly; Angel Dust vs. the Impostor; Olaf from Frozen vs. Hooty; and Zenos viator Galvus vs. Tony Stark. The bracket is red on a black background. End ID]

Here is the official bracket for the most Hated Character on Tumblr! Each round will last 24 hours, with a 12 hour break in between. Round 1 should start Feb 9, 2023 at 9:00 AM CST.

As a reminder, this tournament is for the characters that you hate the most, so always vote for your least favorite of the two options. The winner will be publicly executed.

FAQ under cut:

Q: Why did you put in x character and not y character? Aren't there more hateable characters from that franchise?

A: I wanted to keep the competition light-hearted, funny, and interesting. I intentionally avoided most shitty parent characters, dictators, characters who were meant to be hated, etc., as well as characters heavily associated with bigotry and sexual assault, and gravitated towards characters that were more divisive in fandom. Exceptions were only made for characters I am familiar enough with and can use my own judgement for. Using Zenos as an example: He is a villain who is very evil and meant to be hated, which I mostly avoided when taking suggestions for things I wasn't familiar with myself. However, he's very divisive between people who think he's a good interesting villain, people who don't think he's a good villain and don't like him in the story at all, and people who want him carnally. Walter White is also meant to be hated, but he has a meme status, and as a villain protagonist I think he's more interesting than most "meant to be hated" characters. Also, there are certain franchises that I simply didn't want to include. If JK Rowling wasn't such a real and horrible political presence, owing all her influence to Harry Potter, I would've definitely put Snape on the poll. As it stands, I don't really want to give HP any attention. TL;DR answer: Because it's funnier that way

Q: But I LIKE that character :(

A: As mentioned before, I specifically gravitated more towards characters who are more divisive rather than universally hated. They are usually more interesting, and there is more variety with those types of characters - you don't have shitty dad character #1 vs. shitty dad character #2. I actually looked for "anti-(character)" tags and discourse about that character when making decisions about who to include. lol If you actually like some of these characters (uh, my condolences), vote against them in their respective matchups.

Q: Is it too late to suggest a replacement?

A: Yes.

Q: Why are you doing this?

A: I feed off of hatred and violence. I want to see who tumblr users REALLY hate.

Q: Why Pearl?

A: It was quite a while ago now so I get it if people don't remember, but Pearl discourse used to be a big thing and people argued that she was irredeemable for many of the things she did early on in the show. If you remember the "Pearl hates the Irish" meme, that was a parody of how much people hated her

Q: Why Hooty?

A: I haven't seen the Owl House but I'm told many people think he's annoying. Also he's voiced by Alex Hirsch and fuck that guy he did my boy Ford so dirty I'm still mad about this

Q: Why Starlight Glimmer?

A: MLP:FiM is another show I didn't really watch but she was a villain who got redeemed and became a main character and a lot of people think her redemption arc was rushed and botched and she actually made a lot of people quit watching the show. One of my close friends really really really hates her and I don't think that's an isolated incident

Q: Why Berdly?

A: Annoying. Personally I think his arc of becoming less annoying was pretty fun but a lot of people still hate him.

Q: Why Bakugo (instead of Mineta)?

A: I actually debated this a lot and held a preliminary poll which Mineta actually won. But then I decided democracy is dead because Mineta really wouldn't be as interesting as Bakugo in this tournament because he's basically universally hated. Bakugo is more interesting because people who hate him REALLY hate him, while people who love him REALLY love him. Kind of like Vriska. I think. I never read Homestuck and I don't plan on ever doing so.

Q: Why Tony Stark?

A: He's a heavily divisive character because he's a war profiteer billionaire with a superiority complex, but the narrative treats him as a morally pure hero. Also, he's MCU Spider-Man's mentor and most of MCU Spider-Man is basically defined by Tony Stark and he's not allowed to be his own character. There's a bunch of other stuff but I didn't watch and I don't care about most of the MCU. Personally I'm a really big Spider-Man fan and I despise him for what he did to Peter Parker but I shall refrain from making this a long rant.

Q: Why did you include characters that you're not familiar with?

A: I didn't want to exclusively have characters from my interests. I wanted a bit of variety. Before the poll started, I accepted submissions for candidates, and basically trusted submitters to send in decent characters. Some of the characters I ended up with may go against the vague guidelines I set for myself, which kind of sucks, but that's how it is now.

Q: This bracket sucks.

A: Make your own tournament then. I'm just some guy making a tournament on tumblr dot com for free. Don't take it too seriously.

[punkitt-is-here]

Read These Frequently Asked Questions Before You Send An Ask!

Patreon | Ko-Fi | Youtube

Heyo! I get a TON of asks each day, so I'm making this post so that folks know what's already been asked so my followers don't have to see the same stuff over and over, haha.

Hi! I'm Punkitt! I'm a game developer, artist, editor, director, and a bunch of other stuff! I'm working on an RPG called Astral Guard, a platformer called Susan Taxpayer, and I have a couple more fun projects in my pocket like Happup and Super Mario Death Row.

Did you know you look like weird al?

YES jesus fucking christ i get told this every day. if u send me a message in my inbox saying i look like weird al im killing you with like wizard spells and shit.

Why do you have so many hats? Do you know you have that many hats?

ye i like hats. :) free tumblr badges for one pea i like one piece and took as many as i could. free.

Where can I find your art/game development/horsecomix?

Great question! Everything I make that's my own and not a reblog is under "my posts", every bit of art I do is under "my art", any game development I do is under "gamedev", you can find all my MLP art under "mlp, my art" or "horsecomix" for the best stuff. I also have an "animations" tag and a "shitposts" tab. I also properly tag all my asks to be asks and write out the asker's name, so if you don't wanna see those just mute the ask tag.

Do you have a Patreon or a Ko-Fi?

I do have a ko-fi here! I also JUST launched a Patreon, which you can find here :)

What do you use for your art?

I use FireAlpaca and Paint.net for misc. effects!

What are you using to make your games?

I use FireAlpaca do make my assets! Astral Guard, Happup, and any other top-down RPG games I make are all made in RPGMaker 2003. Susan Taxpayer is made in SMBX2 Beta 4, a Mario fangame engine with lua support!

Why are you using a 2-decade-plus engine to make games?

It's fun!

Do you have a sideblog or something for your art?

Not right now! What you see is what you get. I do have a sideblog for Astral Guard though, if you want to follow that game specifically! @astral-guard

Can I make an OC based on your work? ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!! THATS THE COOLEST THING EVER!!!! LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO!!!! I WANNA SEE!!!!

Can I do dubs/redraws of your comics? As long as you credit me! I get a ton of notifs each day, so if you wanna show me (and PLEASE i so do wanna see fun dubs and redraws!!!) tag me or DM me!

Can I use your art as a PFP? Sure! Just credit me somewhere. :D

Are you the one who trapped her coworkers in a room and made them listen to TF2 lore?

Yep! Everyone had a blast actually. :]

Did you make that comic where Fluttershy eats the weed brownie/Rainbow Dash has a male living space/someone has a cutie mark that says they'll kill Ronald Reagan?

Yep! That's me.

Where are you in MLP right now?

Currently just finished Season 7! Haven't watched the movie yet.

Have you watched Equestria Girls?

Yep! Thought it was super cute. I watched up to Rainbow Rocks and plan on watching more.

What's your opinion on MLP so far?

I love it! I think it's cute. I really don't agree that there was some sort of huge quality drop after season 2 or whatever.

What do you think of G5?

Not my style! I don't really like either animation types and it just seems like I'm not in the audience anymore. That's totally chill, but it just doesn't grab me!

Have you watched any other MLP stuff from previous generations?

Nope! But I did see a compilation called Minty Being Autistic for Six Minutes Straight that I loved. she's perfect.

Favorite pony?

Don't got one, I love all the Mane Six a LOT, but I'm particularly fond of Fluttershy, Applejack, and Rarity!

Favorite episode/season?

I'm so bad at picking favorites! But any season past Season 1 I have a blast with because I feel like it's just more my style. I don't have a favorite episode, but the most recent one I can remember LOVING is the one where Starlight bottles up her emotions because it was REALLY funny.

Do you like Pony.mov?

Nope! And stop saying my stuff reminds you of it, it's a lil annoying!

Have you watched the Mentally Advanced Series/Friendship is Witchcraft/Other fandom vids?

Probably not! My interaction with the MLP fandom prior to last year was pretty minimal, so I'm making my way through the show first!

What do you think of Fallout: Equestria?

I think it's super weird but really fun because of that. I've never properly read any of it but it's very fascinating to me.

Are you transgender?

Yep! I go by she/her, I'm a trans woman. Have been for many years, but I only recently came out online!

Are you a lesbian?

Nah, I'm bisexual!

Can I commission you?

Yeah! I only have my commissions available on my Ko-Fi at certain times though, so keep an eye out! I usually announce slots being open at least 12 hours beforehand. Slots are usually first come first serve, but we'll see.

Can I use your art as a Discord emote?

Yeah man i'm not scouring every discord on the planet to find stickers of my work. i think it owns if people take my stuff and make it stupid injoke emotes between friends that makes me very happy.

Can I send you an ask inquiring about gender dysphoria?

I feel like this is beyond my capabilities of advice! I'm actually very comfortable with my body and I have been for many years, so I don't know if I can give any good or helpful advice on that front. Apologies, but there are many resources out there where you can ask about those things if you look for them, like Discord channels!

Favorite Color?

I'm a sucker for blue!

Favorite coffee?

Can't drink coffee, my stomach is cringe.

Favorite tea?

I'm lame and can't drink most tea but I love this one orange-flavored tea a lot. I also LOVE ice tea.

Can I say you're horsegender/punkittgender/a little gender goblin void thing?

Well, I can't stop you, but I'm kind of beyond that phase now! I really am a boring ol' plain she/her girl, and I like it that way. It's not much, but it's honest gender.

What's your favorite game series?

Mother, Kingdom Hearts, Mario, and I USED to say Fallout, but I found out I'm really only a big Fallout New Vegas fan.

Favorite game from those?

Mother 3 is one of my fave games of all time! I love KHII, and I'm tied for SMB3 and SMW. Also Fallout New Vegas fucks hard.

Any other favs?

Bug Fables, SLARPG, and TF2!

Favorite Movie?

Everything Everywhere All At Once, no question.

Oh, are you going to college?

Yep! I'm a film/theater major.

Do you have a YouTube channel?

Yeah! Click right here for it, I stream there and upload footage of my games/animations/my film projects + other stuff.

What is that little orange creature I see?

That's bweenop, my little persona that I use when I'm feeling a little scrunkly.

Do you have a ponysona?

Yep! Her name is Star Magnolia, you can search her on the blog to see art of her.

When will Susan Taxpayer/Astral Guard/etc. be out?

No clue! I take things slow, that's just how I am.

How do you work on so many things at once?

I make small, satisfying amounts of progress! I never try to complete one giant thing all at once, I just like doing small bursts of fun stuff. I got ADHD, so I learn to work with it.

Did you know you look like Weird Al?

Im going to run you over with a clown car watch out

WHY do you work on so many things at once?

Fun! I like learning, I like making cool stuff, and I like showing it to people :)

Do you need any help with your projects?

Potentially! I'll probably put out a post asking for help if I need it.

If you could be a horse, would you?

You kidding me? Several ton beasts with the frailty of a sickly Victorian boy; my clumsy ass would never survive.

Are you some sort of...furry?

yeag

Why do you reblog so much?

Brother I LOVE posting. that's just how it is.

Fav music artists?

It changes literally ALL the time but I will recommend ANYTHING by Vylet Pony, its music is incredible and probably the reason I'm a weird niche microcelebrity now.

Why are you like this?

theater kid + having a lot of fun on the internet makes you a bit silly hehe hoo

SUSAN TAXPAYER QUESTIONS

Is it out? Not yet! But hopefully sometime in the next year. I dunno! I take things at my own pace and keep stuff fun. :)

What are you using to make it? SMBX2! It's a free fangame engine for Mario episodes, but it's incredibly versatile and has a wonderful community, so I decided to make Susan Taxpayer in it.

Is there a demo? You betcha! You can find it right here. I'll also probably put it up on my itch.io.

How do I install it? I made a post here about how to run the SAGE '23 demo!

[is-the-fire-real]

When I was last on tumblr, it was ten years ago and one of the biggest faux pas you could commit was incorrect tagging.

It was Literally Colonialism to use a tag that was For Certain Oppressed Groups. The actually-autistic tag was created because allistics "took over" the autism tag, and this/other tags became heavily policed by users to make sure they remained a "safe space".

I remember seeing countless posts about how autistics would never be safe if we didn't have a bubble to protect us from interacting with allistics. The same went for tags about transliness and queerness. The going approach used militarized and hyperbolic language to characterize and other folks who weren't in the community: autistics (the group I had the most direct experience with) were attacked by allistic invaders who violated and conquered autistic tagging systems.

The "Literally Colonialism" isn't a joke. I saw plenty of suggestions that to even use a tag which was perceived as being "not yours" was colonization of ideas and thoughts. To be allistic, have an opinion on autism, and tag it as "autism" was held up as being exactly the same as the behavior of empires and nation-states.

Obviously, I don't entirely agree, and don't think this particular hyperbolization is helpful for advocacy or for dialogue. But I do find it interesting how, in the decade since I was last here, it seems to (mostly) still be true that you should only use certain tags if you have a particular identity...

... unless you're not Jewish, in which case feel free to use any and all Judaism-related tags and break the system's meager functionality for Jewish people.

As someone who is using Tumblr to connect to online Judaism, it's daunting to see how many posts under "judaism" are by non-Jews screeching about Israel. Seeing non-Jews openly talk about they tag their posts with gore, rape denial, Holocaust denial, October 7 denial, and other deliberately-triggering material with Jewish-themed tags specifically to make Jewish users of Tumblr feel unsafe. Reading them telling each other about how this is advocacy, this will absolutely win the war for Gazans, and how anybody who blocks them (in order to make sure the tags can actually work as intended) is a genocidal coward. Using that self-same militaristic language to describe their activities, only instead of criticizing, they're bragging.

It's, uh, kind of fucked up.

Imagine going to the actually-autistic tag and finding nothing but a wall of allistics claiming that they've victoriously conquered the tag from those inhuman monsters pretending to have problems when other Real People are the ones who are suffering. I think we would all intuitively understand that this would be Wrong. Even if there was some supposed outward justification for being mad at certain autistics, we would understand that holding all autistics everywhere responsible for it is wrong. That breaking a community's ability to talk to each other is wrong. That trying to trigger people and then telling them to commit suicide is wrong.

And we'd also understand, or come to, that the very action of going "This community I'm not part of doesn't deserve to have this tag, I'mma take it back, or at least ruin it so no one else can have it" is an expression of privilege. It is wrong, and it is immature, and it is cowardice.

These smug, self-involved, active attempts at causing harm make no sense at all if seen as advocacy; they help no one, advance no cause, stop no Zionists (whatever that means) from expressing themselves online.

They only make sense when seen as Jew-hate.

[rubylovessharks]

floyd leech x fem reader x jade leech smut warning: this has some yandere details and this is smut. kinda dark (?) reader is fine with it though. this didnt start with an established romantic relationship with the twins but did end with one. from my (very short) research i have found some stuff about how moray eels get to the point of mating, which is to have enough food, for the water temperature to be warm and if i remember correctly the ok sign for them to mate is their mouth being open (?) so ive been thinking of this scenario for the past few days. this was longer then intended :(

You were in the Monstruo Lounge with your friends after you all finished all of your tests for this semester, you all wanted to celebrate together. So here you are talking and waiting for your orders but you feel eyes on you. I mean it makes sense because you are in a dorm full of scheming guys, so you can never tell what any of them is thinking. Yet the unnerving feeling of being watched doesn't seem to end. Little did you know that a set of twins were looking your way from not too far preparing you and your friends order.

"Ughh I just don't get why shrimpy hangs out with those guys! Like are they better then us? no!" The taller of the two pouts his face as he talks with his twin. "Now now Floyd, there's no need to worry. I know she prefers us a lot more then her..." he pauses for a moment there as to find a better word then the one he is thinking, "friends." his signature smile on his face as he finishes making your food. "how about you help me get these orders to the customers and then we'll call our lovely pearl for a little..talk?" "ohhh~ that sounds sooo much more fun then handing out orders!"

And here was your food. Delivered by the Leech twins. Their smiles uncanny yet charming, you think to yourself. It really was true that you like them over your friends. Your fantasies just as twisted as theirs, you wouldn't even mind if your food was spiked just so they could take you down into the depth of the sea.

"I hope you all enjoy your food and drinks." Jade says with a smile. His head then turns to you, "i hope you won't mind if he had a chat after you finish your dish? Me and Floyd had something we wanted to talk to you about." It wasn't everyday you were called to a one on two chat with your crushes, you nod a bit to fast with a smile that was too wide. "We hope you enjoy your meal! We worked reaaal hard on it, we even got you extra!" Floyd says as he waves to you while he and his brother walk away.

You finish your food quickly as you were excited for your interaction with the twins. You bid your friends farewell and walk to the Monstruo Lounge bar table to find the twins, instead you are greeted by Floyd. "You actually came! Saves me work. C'mon Jade is waiting in our room!" He tells you, seeing your confused look he adds, "what you didn't think we wanted to talk here. With all of those hungry eyes on you."

as you walk over to their room Floyd takes your hand roughly, squeezing it. He is also tagging you a bit but other then the rough treatment nothing really happens on your way to their room. Although you seem to notice that Floyd's eyes are on you and not the way ahead. Once you get Infront of their door Floyd slams it open, not enough to break it but you are sure they'll need to fix it later...

In the room Jade is standing there with a bunch of different stuff mostly food and bottles of water, and there's even more on their tables. "I brought them!" Floyd takes you as if showing his brother a prize he won, big smile on his face. "Floyd i am sure you are leaving a ton of bruises on them...You should let them go a little." Jade says as he finishes putting all the stuff he had in his hands on the table and turns back to the both of you. "oh come onn.. We are gonna leave marks on them anywaysss! Why not start now.." Your face turns to one of confusion after what Floyd said, what did he mean by 'we are gonna leave marks anyways'...?

"My Floyd you are scaring the poor thing." Jade gives Floyd his usual calm face. "Do not worry pearl, it won't hurt too much." he looks at you now, yet his words don't help you understand the situation any better. "I do hope you ate all of the food we gave you. We would be very upset if you didn't." He gives you a hurt face "yeaah we worked so much just to keep you from bein' hungry in our lil' session~" now you are even more confused.. "Oya? It seems she doesn't know what we are talking about. My did you not tell her brother?" "huhhh? Was I supposed tooo.."

"Alright then, dearest I hope you noticed the temperature this season. Eels don't have an actual mating cycle. We get to mating when the water temperatures are warm, that there's enough food to eat and we have all of these conditions." Now you get it...All that extra food, that talk about marks.. All of it was their natural instincts. Wait- what does that mean that they took you for that?!

"ahha! Red fits you well shrimpy~!" "It seems our little prey has understood their situation." You weren't actually listening, still trying figure out how you got both of your crushes to pick you as their mate you don't even notice as Floyd pushes you over to his brother who pushes you on the bed. "Do not worry pearl, we will take good care of you." Jade smiles at you as he starts taking your uniform off. "Can't we just rip it though?? Like she won't need it anyways if she is gonna be staying here.." "my brother where are your manners."

You try to ask what is it that they mean by that and you immediately feel small after asking. They laugh at your question, your stupid, stupid question. "My shrimpy you are so silly!" Floyd gets closer as he says that, "you won't need to go outside when you are our mate. All you need to think about is being a good lil' wifey or us, yeah?" "Floyd's right dear. The outside is no place for you, with all of those hungry, hungry people just wanting even one bite out of you! You are a lot more safer here with us." they flash a smile at you, one that should be considered creepy yet you aren't afraid at all. Instead you give one smile of your own, maybe not as creepy and sadistic, yet still a smile that says a lot from how you feel about your situation.

"Oh what a cute smile you've got there shrimpy! I just wanna squeeze you to death!!" Floyd falls on top of your body as he says that and immediately starts to touch your squishy parts. You guess that he isn't a huge fan of your clothes as he starts to claw at them trying rid of them. "Oya oya Floyd no need to claw at her clothes." The shorter twin tries to calm his twin down yet to no avail as the taller one broke the fabric with his unkept nails, scratching a bit of your skin in the processes. Seeing as he already got to break down some of your uniform he continues until he finishes destroying the piece of clothing off your body, leaving you naked and easy for the taking.

"See! I told you it'll be better if we just cut her clothes to pieces!" Floyd tells his brother, big smile on his face. His brother looks at you before answering Floyd, "my, I guess you were correct." As you look at Jade Floyd gets to work on your body, his not so human tongue all over your neck and some of your chest, licking and licking until he puts his mouth on your body.

Sharp teeth nibling on your body threatening to draw blood, as he gets closer to your most sensitive spot and he bites it. And he bites it HARD. You let out a small scream as tears well up in your eyes and you immediately feel a set of fingers on the top of your head. "shhh. As I said before this doesn't hurt too much, please try to endure for us love." Jade pets your head trying to keep you from thinking too much about the pain. You try to keep yourself from making any more pained sounds as Floyd's mouth lets go of the spot, Jade shoos Floyd to let him comfort you further as he licks the wound.

"Hey hey shrimpy now even if someone sees you they'll know who you belong to! Ain't that funn~?" You nod at him as your hand reaches to Jade's head as he still licks your wound from Floyd. "YEAH!? Greatt!! I'm so happy to know we both agree this is for the best" his smile grows wider by the second. You suddenly feel a soft kiss being placed on another sensitive spot of yours, Jade loooks up at you from his spot before speaking. "Now I want to warn you before I mark you as well love, I promise to be gentle just bear with me, alright?" you nod at his words preparing yourself before the second assault, and as Jade promised his bite is indeed more gentle then Floyd's yet it still hurts a lot.

"Heyy shrimpy how 'bout you jerk me off as Jade continues to mark you up?" You look over to Floyd as he already has his pants off and his dick out. So now you have one hand that is clenched on Jade's hair and the other is jerking Floyd's cock. You take time to take in the details of his privates, a lot more girthy then long, it gets more red as it gets to the head it would probably hurt to take into your mouth. Yet you don't think you will be against it. The closer Floyd is to orgasam the louder his noises are.

You feel Jade stop what he was doing and his head's direction turns to Floyd. "Don't you want to have your first orgasam of the session inside of her Floyd?" "ugh get off my back I can paint both her outside and insides white. It doesn't matter!" Even though it is clear Jade doesn't approve of his twin's way of thinking, he can do nothing as Floyd releases his come over your stomach and chest.

"Heyy Jade think lil' shrimpy could take the both of us in the same time?" Floyd looks over to Jade with a sadistic smile, "my not with her dry her flods are!" your privates are in fact not dry at all, how wet do you even have to be to properly take them?! "Oh don't worry love. I'll make sure you can take us both as soon as I finish eating you out." "whatt? I was hoping I could eat her out first!" "you can take her mouth if you'd like. I'm sure it's just as fun."

Right when they finished arguing they both got into position. They lay you down on the bed so your head would stick out for Floyd to have easy access to your mouth, and for Jade to have an easy access to your privates. Jade's own mouth is skilled enough to please you to orgasm after a short while of just some licks and tongue fucking, while Floyd abused your mouth and throat already getting close to his second orgasm.

That's what your few next hours looked like. Sucking on Floyd's cock as he throat fucks you and as his balls slap against your face. Having Jade in between your legs fingering you, sucking on your clit and of course, tongue fucking you. You came so many times by now you have lost count! Of course Floyd isn't any different.. Stuffing and messing your throat, mouth and face with his sticky cum.

"Don't you think she is ready to finally take us both?"