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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years ago

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I just saw this request about Justin having dinner with mommys friends (jake, ransom, Robert, Lee, lance, Ari) and Im gonna tell you how I would rank them😋tell me please what you think about my ranking

Softest “adult”

1. Mommy. I mean come on. She can “torture” someone but she would only do something like spanking, humiliation, extreme face sitting and using a strap on.

2. Ransom. Our handsome man is the king of toys. Cuffs Jake to the bed, puts a cockring on him, shoves a dildo in him and sets his most expensive vibrator on his cock and then just leaves.

3. Ari. He has to put up with a lot of bratty behavior so he is indeed a bit rough. Shoves his cock deepppp down the throat. Lance has often jaw training hours. He mocks him so much repeating what he said earlier to that dump chick which he was clearly flirting with. Definitely not a soft “adult”. Keeps calm in front of people….mostly….except his ✨Highschool gang✨.

4. Robert. It’s not a surprise. There’s not anything soft about him. Humiliation, spanking, slapping and sooooo much more. Getting locked up in a basement😮‍💨 NEVER EVER BREAK HIS RULES. NEVER. NEVER. Till this day it’s a surprise that Lee is still alive.

Brattiest puppy

1. Lance. Flirts with anyone who’s good looking. Does it a lot just to piss his daddy off. Sends so many pictures of his tattoo to Ari when he’s at work.

2. Jake. Let me talk. He is cute and sweet BUT just as spoiled as Ransom. Throws a tantrum when he doesn’t get the new video game he saw on tv, even though his daddy already ordered it.

3. Justin. Ok so….he’s needy. He’s doing good in school and all of that but he’s seeking for SO much attention. Which mommy likes but she doesn’t like when she comes home to see her puppy humping a pillow which is “dressed” in one of her night shirts. Whines, crys……

4. Lee……he knows the punishment he would get when he misbehaves….so yeah. He’s not a brat anymore..in most cases.

I’m not American so sorry for grammar mistakes 👀

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Fuck yes to all of this. Okay. I'm gonna try and make this big ole poly love orgy a real thing. Do we think I can manage that many people in one fic? Probably not.

But for now I just wanna talk about there like lil relationship dynamics as pairs because I am flooded with thoughts, but don't have time for all the details atm.

Mommy x Justin - Pet Play with a little MD/lb. Justin is indeed very clingy and possessive. Is shy and 'innocent', or as innocent as you can be after committing multiple murders for your previous obsession. Mommy has her darkness, will use Justin's obsession with her to show people her strength essential. Puppy will do anything Mommy asks, even if there isn't a reward because he only wants her to be pleased with him.

Ransom x Jake - A sort of "classic" D/s dynamic. Ransom is King and Jake his prince. They have a bit of brat tamer/brat dynamic, but it's really only because Ransom loves to punishment (causing pain), and Jake is now so spoiled with whatever he wants, he pouts. Ransom has a knack for getting into trouble himself because he's pretty ruthless, and Jake loves getting to rescue his King.

Ari x Lance - Absolutely a Brat Tamer/Brat relationship. There relationship isn't open, but Lance pushes his Daddy's limits hard. Ari is possessive of his Kitten, but look on others faces when Lance flirts with them gets him hard (not exactly a cheating kink... but like adjacent to that I guess?). Lots of Funishment and angry fucking, more than actual pain. While Kitten likes to push Daddy's buttons to start the 'scene', Daddy edges him until he breaks his kitten.

Robert x Lee - This is a hard kink, master/slave sort of dynamic. Lee absolutely calls Robert Master, and Robert calls Lee Boy, doesn't even give him a name. Robert is all about breaking his boy. Definitely has a dungeon. It's not a good scene for him if Lee doesn't pass out or bleed all over. As mentioned above, it is amazing Lee is alive. But Lee is a sucker for pain. Lee loves the humilation, the bruises, being owned. His Boyspace is toxic and unhealthy, but he drops the moment his Master gives him the look.

#sloth asks #nonnie #i don't even know what to call this verse #but jesus christ #there is so much here

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ask-eugene-h-krabs · 5 years ago

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What is your views on mermaid man and barnacle boy, Mr. Krabs?

Oi, them blow’ards, eh? Well, strap in, ‘cause that’s a bit o’ a complicated subject fer me.

See, back in th’ 50s er so, Ernie McHale and Tim Parker were just a couple o’ errant humans what done wandered in from up above, an’ thanks ter some cosmic fuckery er somethin’, they ended up wit’ some kind o’ superpowers. Was nice, ‘avin’ th’ two around, helped keep th’ streets clean an’ gave people somethin’ ter believe in, symbols o’ justice er some pie-in-the-sky shite like that. Weren’t harmin’ nobody, plus they were kinda eye candy, so o’ course I took ter em pretty fine.

Then comes th’ 60s, an’ these two meat’eads end up gittin’ themselves a telervision show fer coral’s sake! What a career path, ye might say, from refugees ter crime fighters ter actors! Ye couldn’t say th’ two o’ them weren’t loved nothin’, either, two o’ them ‘ad more screamin’ fans than them four dumb sluts from Liverpool. I remember th’ gals used ter toss them bras up o’er the red carpet line as they passed… ah, bless their ‘earts, was a diff’rent time, nobody understood quite what th’ two o’ them had…

But then comes ‘64, an th’ Gulf o’ Tonkin. Now I don’t mean ter digress too much, but fer ye young folks out there who dinnae know, I gots ter stress: th’ August 4th attacks what got America’s Congress ter sign th’ bill what sent 58,000 GIs ter their deaths an’ killed millions o’ civvies in th’ carnage… it were all a sonar glitch, an’ Lyndon Johnson knew it. I ain’t got a clue what they be teachin’ ya in schools these days, maybe ye all know this by now, but us common folk weren’t clued in at th’ time. Fer all we knew, it were now open war wit’ North Vietnam.

Now, in those days, the Marshall Islands did belong to Uncle Sam, an’ so wit’ Johnson’s resolution, we bottom-feeders down under in Bikini Bottom were part o’ the war, too. Now I could spin ye a tale o’ how I were just a poor feller who got ‘is draft card pulled, an’ got dragged inter a rich man’s war kickin’ an’ screamin’, but I ain’t ‘ere ter bullshit yas. No, I enlisted on me own accord, an’ it were Ernie an’ Tim what convinced me ter do it.

See, though Bikini Bottom weren’t th’ most populous ecosystem, them bastards in th’ beltway figgered they’d git a coupla us gill-breathers ter die in th’ place o’ them red-blooded American boys. So they extended their recruitin’ efforts down inter our briny depths, an’ let any Bottomite jumped up on red-scarin’ rage sign ‘is own death warrant afore jumpin’ em on them steely graveyards.

But thing is, us sea-dwellers cannae give two shits uva sea bear’s tail fin what politics be like on dry land, an’ that made enlistin’ us a moron’s errand. It weren’t goin’ ter be possible ter git more than a handful o’ hormonal sea-hawks ter join their so-called “volunteer navy”, not wit’out some serious properganding. An’ yet, lo an’ behold, down wit’ us salty suckers were a duo o’ humans jus’ like them, feelin’ alienated from their kind an’ itchin’ ter serve their community. It were all one big ado when Ernie an’ Tim, now well-established by them stage names “Mermaid Man” an’ “Barnacle Boy”, announced they’d be leavin’ our lil’ patch o’ Atlantis fer a time ter return ter America as naval cadets. One last season o’ their show were filmed, transparently war properganda if ever there’d been any, an’ then they were off, an’ like th’ school o’ guppies that we were, it became a regular feedin’ frenzy ter follow in their wake trails.

I… don’t want ter get too deep inter what went on in me years o’ service. Sufficer ter say, I came out o’ the fightin’ a changed man, me an’ all me crew were. I don’t look back on th’ time fondly, an’ I don’t make excuses fer what I’d done. When orders ter withdraw came, I’d done enough damage ter meself an’ th’ people o’ that country that I’d’ve been wise ter ‘ave turned me back an’ never look behind, but there’d been one loose end which none o’ us from Bikini Bottom could shake: Ernie an’ Tim, last seen in Saigon, ‘ad never come home.

Disregardin’ orders, me crew an’ I hitched up wit’ some GIs marchin’ inland. I’ll never ferget Saigon, not till me dyin’ day. Fer th’ people trapped inside the city limits, it coulda been th’ end o’ th’ world. It were what little good we could do ter help organize th’ evacuatin’, but all o’ me boys knew our ulterior motives: We ‘ad ter find Mermaid Man an’ Barnacle Boy, they ‘ad ter be alive somewhere.

In those last few days o’ April, durin’ Frequent Wind, it seemed as though all hope were lost. The NVAs ‘ad th’ city surrounded, panic on th’ streets were so bad ye couldn’t pedal a bicycle down th’ block. We’d be ter evacuate on the next helicopter outta th’ city, nothin’ more we could do. Wit’ a ‘eavy ‘eart an’ a ‘eavier conscience, Armor Abs Krabs an’ ‘is crew were ter leave Vietnam fer good.

Then, from o’er th’ raucous yellin’, I ‘eard it. A voice, one which I’d ‘eard night after dreary night on me ship’s projector. A voice I never thought I’d ‘ear wit’out th’ familiar ‘um o’ film grain.

“Wait!” it cried, “don’t leave! We’re military, just like you!”

It were Ernie, wit’ Tim on ‘is ‘eels.

Th’ look upon th’ once proud Mermaid Man’s face, robbed o’ youth an’ optimism since committin’ it ter film stock, were one o’ abject horror. Barnacle Boy, no more a boy than a shell-shocked man whose soul were thirty years ‘is senior, hustled forward wit’ nae a trace o’ mirth on what ‘ad once been ‘is trademark babyface. Sparin’ not a moment ter greet th’ sea creatures what’d once been their neighbors what’d come all this way ter find em, they clambored inter the helicopter an’ cowered. Tim were near catatonic when we strapped ‘im inter ‘is restraints. Ernie could only rock back an’ force, holding ‘is knees in ‘is arms.

I ne’er knew just ‘ow long th’ two o’ them ‘ad been out there. Officially, there’d been ceasefire from America fer th’ better part o’ two years when Saigon fell. ‘Ad th’ two been separated from their unit an’ left ter wander the jungles all that time? Er ‘ad they’d stayed behind ter fight against th’ orders o’ high command? Though I’d remained a presence in th’ two’s lives fer a time after Vietnam, ‘elpin’ em reacclimate ter civilian life an’ cope wit’ their demons, I never did get straight answers outta them. I learned quickly not ter ask Ernie ‘bout ‘is time on dry land, th’ flashbacks came too fast an’ too cruel fer that man. Tim, I could never bring myself ter ask, not knowin’ what it’d done ter the older man. I’d enjoy not knowin’ what’d wiped th’ smile from th’ Boy Wonder’s face. When each o’ them passed these last few years, me navy buddies an’ I gave em a hero’s goodbye, but ter this day I wonder, I think all o’ us wonder, if they really deserved it.

Anyway, this ol’ man’s let ‘is story git away from ‘im, just look at th’ time. Been ramblin’, I been, an’ I don’t got a clue if I e’er answered yer original question. But then again, I don’t suppose I’d really know meself. It’s like I’d said, it’s a complicated subject, an’ not one I think anyone could say fer sure. All the same, thank ye fer listenin’, an’ I hope ye’ve considered what this ol’ krab ‘as ‘ad ter say.

Now are ye gonna order somethin’, er do I gotta get th’ broom ‘andle again?

#long post #cuteflowermination

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