#it's disgusting and honestly some of you need to read up on the issue instead of playing the same cards you accused westerners of when

[ohfuckohfucknoplease]

So let's talk about Ukraine vs Palestine. While generally I hate when people bring it up, cuz I lost people in the Ukraine war and I lost my home, I STILL GET IT. Fuck, I really do. The glaring and blatant racism that exists even in the humanitarian sector is CRAZY. I work in humanitarian aid, and in case you didn't know, the humanitarian sector has 4 humanitarian principles that everyone in the sector has to adhere to, one of them being NEUTRALITY.

Well, wouldn't you know, one of humanitarian organizations I had the displeasure of working with has signed an open letter that dismissed the notion of being neutral in the Ukrainian war. They signed a letter that urged people to stop being neutral on the issue. And when this was brought up to higher ups (not some no name local organization, but an INTERNATIONAL COMPANY), they said IT'S FINE. It's their choice to not be neutral and we have to respect that.

Which is fucking crazy, because imagine if something like this was discussed in literally any other context? Like right now, Palestinian speakers are getting invited on TV only for the interviewer to jump on the person that was grieving just a moment ago about their lost family, asking if they condone Hamas. Holy shit, isn't it fucking crazy?

Ukrainians had a big platform to advocate for their cause, they had loud voices tell it as it was instead of what the propaganda said. That's just true. A lot of Ukrainians are proud of that. It's only possible because, YES UKRAINIANS (mostly) ARE WHITE. Geopolitically there's more to that but that's not the point of the post at all. The blue eyed blonde Ukrainian stereotype isn't true in reality but it's true in minds of westerners. And that's really all that matters to them.

Are Palestinians asked the same questions Ukrainians were? Why not? What is the difference? Ask yourself that question, and know that the right answer is that Ukrainians are (mostly) white and more palpable for the western audiences.

Anyway, I urge all Ukrainians to actually read about this issue from Palestinians, stop falling for stupid propaganda, stop trying to whitewash Israel as well. Same goes to every Ukraine sympathiser. And before anyone comes here and tells me I don't know anything about Ukrainian situation and war... I work in a humanitarian field in crisis analytics and data analysis, I am Ukrainian, I am from Donbas, I lost relatives and friends in the war and my home, so maybe I even know more than some of y'all.

[yanderenightmare]

Yandere Seven Heavenly Virtues

♡ AN: from the Promptlist

♡ TW: a lot of different stuff today, nsfw, noncon/dubcon, kidnapping, yandere, harsh language, sexual exploitation, age gap, bondage, vomiting/forced/emeto, implied piss-drinking, zero holes safe, misogyny, weight-loss, and more, read at your own risk

♡ FEM reader

Humility is a filthy rich businessman. 

You’re a pretty little young thing on his contract—silly signature keeping you prisoner like a leash.

Yeah, you thought being a sugarbaby was going to be a glamorous gig. But he makes it anything but, keeping you in his penthouse dressed like a peasant girl in only an old-fashioned chemise you have to handwash with a washboard, only allowing you baths in a tin tub with all but freezing cold water you have to gather yourself by the bucket.

You wait on him hand and foot. Like a maid, back in the 1800s. You make his bed, clean his bathroom, serve him food, and eat the scraps he tosses on the floor for you, licking the marble clean like a dog.

He’s into extreme subjugation with a kink of utterly humiliating you, fetishizing watching you clean his house and iron his shirts despite having actual maids who already do that sort of thing. 

He’s a freak. 

Honestly, you thought his senior age was going to keep him mild and mannered and more than happy with some short, sweet vanilla sex. You’d be long gone ages ago if it weren’t for the binding contract you’d signed back when the two of you hadn’t even started the arrangement and you thought the worst thing he would ever ask for was anal.

You really should have read the fine print. But alas, here you are… kissing his boots with only yourself to blame. And you mean that in a literal sense.

“That’s a good girl. Lick it clean. Earn it,” he groans from above.

You try to block it out the best you can. Keeping your eyes closed, you envision it’s anything else. The only issue is that you’ve yet to find anything that has the same leathery texture as a dress shoe. 

At least he isn’t stomping on your head, though he might as well be—the way he’s stomping on your pride like a spent cigarette and all but grinding it into nothing, no embers left.

“Mmh, that’s enough for now, com’ere,” he says after a while. “On the bed.”

You really wish that were better. But far from it.

“Look at you—groveling for coin—offering your body to a man twice your age.” He tuts his tongue at you where you lie before him, thighs spread, presenting yourself in the missionary position he loves so much, giving vanilla sex a bad name. 

“Not a shred of pride left in you, is there? Just a humble little slut ready to take everything and anything this old man gives her.” He feels the smooth inside of your thighs with both hands, stroking and feeling you up like putty with an ugly smile on his face. 

“Open your mouth for me, baby,” he demands while leaning forward. 

And you obey, already knowing what to expect but having no legal stance to disobey despite desperately wanting to. Eyes closed while rolling your tongue out like a welcome mat.

The disgust ignites goosebumps across your body, spreading instantly like wildfire in a dry field—bone-dry despite the blob of spit he’d dropped on your tongue.

“Drink up.” He’s gleeful as he watches you swallow and downright delighted when raising his brow, asking, “What do we say?”

What pride you have left, you swallow to make space for the words. “Thank you, master.”

“What a good girl,” he praises, now with his hands at the meeting point. “Spreading your legs so wide, showing me your pussy.” 

His thumb is crass, pushing your slumbering clit like a button. You’re quite certain he likes you dry. In fact, you’re sure he prefers it. Or else he’d put his drool to better use instead of making you swallow it.

“Such a pretty thing—and you’re giving it all to me just for some spare change?” he cooes—playing a game, using your pussy instead of a gameboard. “What a poor baby—needing to whore herself for a living.”

The slaps makes blood rush to your cunt, followed by unwilling wetness. And again, all you can say is, “Thank you, master.”

And that’s how it goes. Him, going in raw with his viagra-spiked cock and a fist wrapped tightly around your throat, slapping your perky titties while they bounce as he abuses your womb—uncaring if you cum, only caring for how hard you squeeze and milk him.

Your eyes roll back, trying to let your mind take you anywhere else. But at least you’ll be rich by the end of your contract, you think.

You desperately need it—now more than before. 

You know? To pay for all the therapy you’re going to need.

♡ BNHA – Enji, AFO ♡ JJK – Geto, Naoya, Toji ♡ BLLK – Aiku ♡ AOT – Erwin, Zeke

Patience is your therapist. 

You’d been a real wreck. Not really an alcoholic but more or less—a destructive whore, at least.

Something about getting old had you feeling a little crazy, making you act like a teenager discovering booze and sex as if for the first time. Blacked out after yet another day of ill choices, you'd been rolling around in bed and wallowing in the sickness, when you felt a sharp and sudden sting. Rushing to the bathroom, chanting curses out loud, you'd turned around before the mirror and found a pair of angel wings tattooed on your lower back.

And it was in the following moment that you finally decided it was high time you sought professional help.

Best decision of your life. Hands-down. You’d always been skeptical about therapy, but he’s really made you turn over a new leaf. You regret ever having waited. What’s not to like? Having a nice older gentleman listen to all your issues and troubles, giving his sage advice in turn, always warmly thanking you for showing up and telling you how he hopes to see you the same time next week. 

He’s like a father. Teaching you self-respect, how not to invite random men back home from the club, keeping you from falling off track, going weeks and months now without a single drunken night full of stupid decisions, he’s even helped you with cutting off toxic friends without any lingering feelings of guilt haunting you.

For the first time in a very long time, you finally feel your age—still young and free, but ready to let the wild part rest, fully prepared to live your life responsibly as an adult should. 

He listens to you ramble, telling him you feel like a new person, thanking him for all his help, saying that he’s cured you. And all he does is smile—that kind old smile you’ve put all your trust in. 

He really has fixed you, hasn’t he? Polished you like a dirty dime he’d picked out of the gutter. Looking like a sloppy whore he’d found in the worst part of downtown, now sitting there all pretty like a good god-fearing girl.

You were a real handful, you know that? He’s had to be very patient with you. And now, all that patience has finally borne fruit. He never once doubted it would—those who wait never wait in vain.

“I’ve been saving up for this. Haven’t cum once since we started seeing each other,” he groans, hands tangled in your hair, holding your face steady while your arms and hands twist to be freed, using all the air in your lungs to scream—but to no use. Nothing ever leaves these soundproof walls. It’s all confidential. 

“Be a good girl now and relax your throat, this pretty face of yours isn't going to fuck itself. And I’ve got two big balls' worth stored up all for you,” he hums, sending his cock through the ring-gag he’s fixed between your teeth, paying your throaty wails no mind, liking how they strum his length as he props your mouth like a pacifier, watching the fearful tears trail down from your terror-wide eyes, nose leaking above the pretty circle of your widely-stretched lips. 

He only smiles as his cockhead presses up against the back. 

“Gonna give you a nice big reward for finally completing your sessions—so be sure to swallow every drop once it comes.”

You try to pull your hands free for dear life, but the white straitjacket is a contraption meant for the most volatile of patients, not mild-issued muggles such as you. And so he abuses your throat to his heart’s content while you struggle—hacking away at your uvula and enjoying the tight way you gag around him until he finally stills up, throwing his head back and blowing his load right onto your tongue with a loudly enjoyed “Fuck yes!”

It's thicker than you’ve experienced before, and there's a lot. A whole mouthful and more—so much it’s spilling down the side of your chin, running the same path as the drool before it.

“There's more, baby,” he insists in a last-gasp voice, slowly rubbing your face into his crotch. “Wait for it… Get every last drop.”

You sob with his cock in your mouth—his pulsing tip pressed up against the inner-wall of your cheek, making it bulge on the outside, feeling the rest of his load pump out onto your taste-buds, making you retch. And still, he keeps gyrating against your face, slowly, savoring it, wiping himself against the wet, welcoming bed of your tongue, letting it tease the last of him out.

Then he sighs, full-chested and pleased, before backing up and tilting your head up.

“Swallow,” he orders, looking into your open-ring mouth and the pretty white he’d just dumped inside it. Keeping you still with a firm grip around your jaw when you try to shake and spit to the best of your ability. 

His gritty fingertips are rough against the softness of your cheeks, pinching them hollow while he sighs, “I’m a very patient man, sweetheart, I can stand here all day with my cock in your face if that’s what it takes. ‘Cause sooner or later, one way or the other, you are gonna take your medicine like a good girl.”

You refuse. But after a small while, you fear it’ll take the wrong pipe as you feel it starting to trickle down your throat on its own, and you cave. Swallowing harshly—open-mouth and all.

And he grins. “Good girl.” Giving your jaw a jiggle while leering down at you.

“Next is your yellow medicine.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Hawks ♡ JJK – Kenjaku ♡ BLLK – Aiku

Diligence is your personal trainer. 

He’s uber professional, not letting you give up or rest before you’ve completed your goals for the day, and always making sure you stretch properly after. 

You didn't know things were weird. You thought it was normal. How could you have known? You’ve never had a personal trainer before. So what if his bulge squeezed tightly against your mound? It’s not exactly avoidable in this position, and he’s only helping you stretch, right? What’s the harm? You wouldn’t exactly be able to get into this position on your own, now would you? Folded flat, knees by your head, feet behind it, thighs on par with your spine. Never, not even in a million years, would you ever be able to manage!

“Get off!” you squeak—all air pushed out of you. “This is not–”

Okay—that's what you were going to say, but the word is robbed. Trampled by the guy squatting above you—using your own bike shorts and panties against you, having pulled them down to your ankles and wrapped the crotch around the back of your neck—keeping you fixed in the odd position all to his liking.

“I don’t think so, baby. I’ve put in the work,” he gruffs. “And now I'm gonna reap what I sowed and get my dick’s-worth out’a this tight little pussy of yours—give it a good workout just like I did the rest of you, train it to take cock like a champ. Then we’ll see about rewarding it with a little clit-rub—if you’re a good girl, that is.”

He pulls himself out of his sweats while you flail around like a flibbed bug that’s had all its legs ripped off—achieving nothing except exhaustion as he taps your bared pussy with the thick curve of his cock, fucking himself through the chub of your gathered lips for a moment before pressing through them, bullying your hole open with his fat tip—not even savoring it with going slow, but pile-driving himself ball’s deep on the first thrust. 

And even then, when buried from stem to stern, he only whistles at the tightness for a fleeting moment, offering but a breathy chuckle. Holding your thighs in a squeeze while all but sitting on top of you as he starts to pound you fast and utter fucking silly—ball’s slapping your ass while you cunt starts spitting, making noises that have you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head trying to block it out.

“No slacking now, squeeze me with all you got!” he encourages strictly despite the way you refuse, treating it the same way he does when you try to weasel out of doing all your reps. “I wanna feel this pretty little muscle of yours work for it!”

You can’t control it, but you do exactly as he says. Struggling for air in the pressed position—only able to wheeze out moans like a squeaky toy. Feeling him pound your guts—almost like there’s someone kicking you in the stomach. There isn’t much left for you to do but tighten up every core muscle.

“That’s what I thought—sex is the best trainin’ for girls like you,” he laughs with rust. “It’s only natural. Men put in the work, and bitches put out to repay ‘em.” 

Free of air and all sensible thinking, you can only dumbly nod in agreement while he continues to jeer from above, “Lucky you, huh? Allowed to lounge around all day—just a lazy little stay-at-home slut.”

♡ BNHA – Kirishima, Dabi, Hawks, Natsuo ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Toji ♡ HQ – Kuro, Miya twins ♡ BLLK – Shido

Temperance is your health trainer.

He keeps you on track, telling you when and what to eat and when and how to work off the calories. You don’t know why you hired him exactly... Suppose you just wanted to know what it would be like, as well as a little curious about the results. 

And sure enough, you are losing weight—but holy hell if it isn’t the worst you’ve felt about yourself ever. You’re hungry all the time, and none of your clothes fit anymore. You just wear baggy stuff and feel miserable all day long.

So you decide to quit. You’re going to call and tell him tomorrow. But for tonight, you’re going to enjoy a big tub of Ben & Jerry's to your heart's content, and nothing and no one is going to stop you. And tomorrow, you’re not even going to bother beating yourself up about it.

Or… at least, that’s what you thought…

But it turns out he’d planned a surprise visit.

“You indulged. And now we gotta take out the trash.” His voice is cold and sharp, laced with a certain anger, joined by a streak of sadism as his fingers claw into your cheeks, holding you steady while forcing the digits of his other hand into your mouth, clawing the tips down your throat where he curls them harshly into your tongue.

“Don’t struggle,” is all he says to your screaming, having tied your wrist behind your back with one of your knee-high fuzzy socks—those you wear when you want to cuddle up and get all cozy by yourself—now being used to keep you on your knees before the couch, where he’d caught you red-handed like a pig rolling around in its own filth.

You throw up violently. All melted ice cream with bits of cookie-dough still intact.

“That’s it, come on now—everything must out–” he drawls through gritted teeth, holding you in a tough grip to keep you from fighting as you start coughing and retching around his sticky fingers that don’t stop their pursuit but continue to bury themselves as deep as they can reach down your gullet, as if he wants to reach all the way down into your stomach and start hand-shoveling. “Every last crumb of junk until there’s nothing left.”

You only notice the raging bulge in his pants once you’re done, once every last drop of stomach acid is spent, and you’re left hollow on the inside. That’s when you notice it—how horribly hard it all had made him.

“I thought I could be lenient…” he clicks his tongue. “But I see now, I was wrong.” 

He breaths heavily as he starts pulling you away from the mess—nasty grip in your hair—dragging you across the floor, down the hallway, towards the ajar door at the very end—the one that gives a sneak peek at your bed.

“I should have gone with my instincts from the get-go,” he states. “A girl like you should be on a strict diet of cum and nothing else. So, you better make it a habit of swallowing every drop.” 

There’s a raspy laugh—halfway unhinged, halfway deadfast.

“I don’t think it’ll be too hard for a glutton like you.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Overhaul, Mirio ♡ JJK – Nanami, Geto ♡ HQ – Tsukishima, Daichi, Sakusa ♡ BLLK – Reo, Rin, Sae ♡ AOT – Erwin ♡ WB – Umemiya

Chastity is your crazy cult leader.

A middle-aged madman who happens to be obsessed with preserving your virginity.

He’s sick with it—utterly unhinged. Concealing your pussy behind black tape, two strips marking a cross upon your entrance—or, your purity, as he likes to call it—cooing at you about how cute it is, how it needs to be preserved.

He doesn’t kiss you, either. 

And the restriction makes him so hard—fucking his meat through those pretty pious lips, feeding you his cum when you haven’t even had your first kiss yet. It makes him all feverish from head to toe. 

“Don’t worry,” he’ll say, vowing, “I’ll protect your virginity until the day I die, I promise.”

It only makes you shudder and sob. All but begging him to take your pussy instead when he starts prepping your ass with rough fingers.

He just shakes his head and mollycoddles you, “No, no, no, sweetie—your precious virginity is something to cherish, not something for you to throw away.”

You keep begging as he eases into you, softly bouncing you on his lap, balls-deep in your tight ass, fucking you leisurely whilst cuddling your bound body—a hand holding your cunt, cupping it over the tape, giving it a few soft strokes every then and there—as if consoling it for being denied.

“I know, I know, baby—it’s so overwhelming, isn’t it? You want cock in your sweet pussy so bad,” he all but mocks your whining, rubbing one of your nipples between his fingers—twisting, pinching, and pulling—making you squirm, wanting to rub your thighs together so bad, but not allowed to. 

“Don’t worry, I’m here to keep you pure, baby. I’ll never let anything corrupt your sacred little virgin gem.”

You all but grind against his hand, but he keeps the touch so light it only serves to make you wish for more. The tape all but peels off on its own like a wet bandage from how slick you get. Pussy all chubby with need, desperate to be touched—but cruelly ignored.

He sighs sternly, “Such a needy little virgin.” Clicking his tongue, he huffs again. “Look at the mess you’re making.”

Your cunt drips down his balls where he’s busy stuffing your ass, filling it up with cum from the sight of how wrecked you look—pussy throbbing with need, all glossy and begging to be sated. 

He only smiles, ball’s spent and satisfied, cock softening as he shakes his head at you.

“I’ll have to wash you extra thoroughly tonight.”

He carries you bridal-style, then washes you without even touching it, only with a soft stream of cold water rinsing all the arousal off—like he’s watering a plant—making the waste of pussy juice run down the drain.

And then he fixes a nice snug chastity belt around you—to keep your grubby hands away from playing with yourself.

“Poor thing—I know it’s torture,” he coos, watching you cry for some relief, trying to rub yourself against his thigh. “But I can’t give you what you want.”

The smile on his lips is all but a sneer as he kisses your forehead, hugging you close and rocking with you as if to comfort you.

“Nothing is ever ruining your sweet virginity.”

No, no, nothing at all. It’s all for him to admire—his greatest, most sacred possession. If anything were to happen to it, it would be nothing short of a travesty—he’d be livid with grief.

So you could only regret it when he walks in on you after coming home one day, only to find it butchered…

It’s like stepping into a crime scene. 

Your chastity belt has somehow been pried off and thrown aside, discarded like unwanted trash.

Your precious nightgown has been done the same injustice, lying in a torn heap just shy of the bed.

Then there’s you—lying in a puddle of your own undoing, high off of bliss with three fingers savaging your poor, sweet virgin pussy—every jerk off your hips furthering your fall from grace.

That’s when he realizes… he’s been treating you like something sacred for so long… when really, all this time you’ve been nothing but a filthy whore.

That’s right… a slut who’s only good for being a dirty hole he’s going to bury all his sin inside—like a dumpster. 

And since you brought it all on yourself, you’re not allowed to regret it now. A whore should be used several times every single day by her master—so much she should never be able to leave the bed again.

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Aizawa, Overhaul, Mirio ♡ JJK – Nanami, Geto, Kenjaku ♡ AOT – Erwin ♡ DS – Doma ♡ WB – Umemiya

Gratitude is your traditional husband.

And you’re his sweet and pretty stay-at-home wife. 

You wake up and make the bed in the morning, air out the house, beat the carpets, do the laundry, and tidy up room after room—it’s never much when you do it every day—after which you take a long shower where you do all sorts of maintenance, go to your wardrobe and pick out a flowy dress, apply a modest amount of makeup before the mirror, and do your hair up all nicely. 

And then you get started on making dinner, frilly white apron tied together behind your back in a pretty bow, priding yourself on making everything from scratch.

While it simmers and cooks, you clean up and make sure everything’s perfectly splendid for when he comes home. Setting the dinner table with candles and flowers you went out and picked while tilling the garden earlier, then fixing his plate, so that everything’s ready and waiting for him when he comes through the door.

You greet him with a smile and a hug, and a soft “Welcome home~” 

And he in turn smiles lazily and says “Thank you, sweetheart—something smells good, ” and kisses you on the cheek, giving your ass a firm squeeze before lowering his voice into a rusty rumble, “Almost as good as you look.” 

You only giggle, asking, “Really?” Feeling flush and ticklish in his hands as they continue to roam freely, up and down your thin dress, burying his face in the dip of your neck and inhaling your fresh scent. 

“Mh, good enough to eat.”

You take his hungry kisses with an open mouth, letting his tongue make a home down your throat and only moaning sweetly in return. And when he finally parts, you use what breath you have to ask, “After dinner?” 

It would be such waste if the food got cold after all.

He groans, squeezing you tightly against his body, letting you feel the firm bump, before sighing with rust and conceding, “Not a second after.”

The two of you take your seats on either side of the table, then hold hands in the middle. Eyes closed, he begins like usual, “I’m grateful for my beautiful home, the delicious food we’re about to eat, and my loving wife, who makes me the luckiest man in the world.”

And then you, “I’m grateful for my beautiful life and my amazing husband who makes it all possible.”

Then you eat. You ask him about his day, and he answers in detail, and you listen as if his office antiques are your obsession. And after dinner, you take the dishes while he goes to get himself washed up.

You’re all smiles when he returns, ready to make his every desire come true—right there on the cleared table if that’s what he wants.

“I have something for you,” he says. “Close your eyes and turn around.”

You do as suggested, spinning around with your back to him. He takes off your old pearl necklace and replaces it with something light and cold. You turn back around, holding the pretty diamonds in your hand while looking down with them in your reflection.

“Do you like it?” he asks, calm smile on his lips, watching you with love and something darker you never dare put a name to.

You only beam, bright enough for none of it to matter, jumping into his arms while squealing, “I love it!”

He hugs you back, like before, molding you against him, chin on your shoulder and voice at your ear, “Aren’t I good to you?”

“Yes, the best,” you agree.

“Yeah? Show me. Take off everything except your new gift.”

Of course you do, obeying so prettily, like it’s your favorite thing to do, stripping yourself down until you’re just a pretty pin-up doll in a nudie magazine he’d bring with him into war.

“God, I love you, my pretty housewife,” he chants when he has you up against the wall, greedy hands gripping your ass, propping you up to take him as he fucks the moans off your soft lips. “Prettiest in the world and all mine, ain’t that right?”

You nod sweetly, breathing in his exhale like it’s your very life-essence.

“Yeah? You belong to me?” he moans, mouth finding your ear, nibbling on it before sucking your neck full of teeth marks that have you nodding faster. 

“Mh, say it,” he growls under his breath, all raggedy and hot. “Let me hear your pretty voice.”

“I belong to you,” you gasp, “Yours–all yours.”

He grins against your throat, “That’s right. ” 

Hips stilling, he makes sure he’s all the way inside you, spilling his worth right at the mouth of your womb and feeding it all his worth.

“There’s nothing else you want...”

Mumbling into your wet skin, sore from his endless attention.

“You just wanna be my happy housewife forever…”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Touya, Hawks, younger Enji ♡ JJK – Nanami, Geto, Naoya ♡ BLLK – Baro, Aiku

Charity is a goodwill worker. 

You’re a throwaway, and oh, such a skittish little thing—he can’t bear the thought of leaving you to fend for yourself out in the streets all alone with all those ruthless thugs. You’ll be eaten alive! No, he just has to take you in—he’s got more than enough space—no payment required. Trust him, just seeing you get out of those filthy rags is more than enough.

Oh, and aren’t you a sight for sore eyes when you’re cleaned up all nicely? All soft skin in your birthday suit while he lathers you up in expensive lotion.

You may squirm now, but you’ll thank him later on. He just needs to teach you first. Come time, you’ll learn to like eating out of his hand. He might have wrangled you in from the streets like some sort of wildling, but you’ll be a housebroken pet for him soon enough, you’ll see. You’ll love all his soft touches so much you’ll moan for him in the sweetest gratitude.

“Poor baby… you’ve probably never been in a soft bed like this before, huh?” he hums when he has you down on his Egyptian sheets, tied up with silken rope—so that you don’t hurt yourself.

“Please, please, please don’t, please,” you whimper and squirm as he crawls on top of you, terrified out of your sweet mind where you lie, spread open like a starfish that’s had its arms pinned down with nail and hammer. 

“You don’t have to beg me, darling—I’ll give you everything I have and more,” he only croons while pumping your pretty freshly-shaven pussy on three of his thick fingers, making sure you’re all wet and ready for the next thing.

“No, no, no, please–” you whine, sobbing, trying desperately at twisting and hiding, but kept right where he wants you as he lifts his heavy cock between your thighs, kissing and licking your wet slit with his tip before finding purchase at your entrance.

“No—” you croak as he starts easing inside, treading your pretty cunt over his length, fitting him all snug with a sting that makes your breath erratic, looking down at it as if you expect to be split in two.

He pushes his palm down on the bulge when he’s buried to the hilt.  

“There we go, all seven inches,” he hums, roosting inside you without letting up, keeping you propped full while feeling you squeeze him tight like a vice.

“Ah, please, pull it out, pull it out!” you shriek, wiggling your hips, wanting to escape higher up the bed, but kept in place by the leashes holding your feet tied to each bedpost.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs, leaning over and licking up the pained tears running down your cheek. “I'm not forgetting about your little clitty.”

Next to you, resting heavy in the bed, was a big black wand with a power cord plugged into the wall. You’d never seen anything like it before—it looked more equipped to be a power tool than something belonging in a bed.

You’re convinced he’s planning on drilling a hole through you when he picks it up and turns it on, buzzing loudly and spinning full circles around itself.

“No, please!”

He brings it down right above where he has you stuffed, pressing it against your clit, merrily kneading the pearl to his heart’s content with the viscous vibrations—paying your protests no mind.

“Ah, no, please! Please turn it off!” you wail while shaking, immediately taken by a vivid toe-curling climax, looking like he’s exorcising a demon out of you with the way you lay there spasming and drooling.

“Yeah, you like that? Your pretty pussy’s hugging me so sweetly, so, so good–”

He only hums as your voice reaches highs he bets you didn’t even know you were capable of. Watching your chest arch off the bed and your hands wring themselves silly. He only responds by beginning to roll his hips back and forth, fucking your pussy while it makes a mess everywhere.

“Aww, you’ve been neglected for so long, haven’t you, baby?” he babies, “I can feel it—so touch-starved you’ve already wet yourself.”

He smiles and turns up the power on the toy while he says it, making your clit go both numb and haywire under the attack. It isn’t long before your lower belly twists in desperation yet again, making you pant as it unravels.

“That’s it, baby, let go for me,” he encourages, watching you tense up and shiver, feeling your pussy throttle him tightly. “Such a sweet girl. Go on, cum as much as you want. I’ll take good care of you from now on—you won’t ever go without again”

Once more, he turns up the power and sends you into another thrashing seizure, making you think you’re going to die—panting and drooling and sweating, feverish and delirious, moaning around his salty fingers as he messages your tongue and fucks you with slow abandon.

“I’ll give you everything you deserve,” he smiles, watching you all but lose your mind. “And more.”

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hate is just enough

🫀 floyd leech x (fem) reader x jade leech

🫀 hate sex, femdom, sub floyd + jade, edging/denial, overstimulation, bondage, dacryphilia, exhibitionism/voyeurism, honorifics for reader (miss, mommy)

🫀 note: this is also old (around 2 years) and hastily edited, sorry for any potential errors. there isn’t any incest in this, if you were wary! also, the reader is physically strong. i was a little tired of everyone writing us as frail all the time back then💔

Floyd didn’t know why he was feeling like this.

Well, he knew why, he just didn’t know why you.

Tried as he might, he could never convince you to speak more than a few words to him… probably because you immediately associated him with Azul, who you were the least bit fond of. 

Floyd had given up completely after you had made your way to Azul’s office to confront him after you’d found Grim had been manipulated into a contract. Floyd remembers trying to stand in your way, but you just grabbed him by the shirt and practically tossed him to the side… and so effortlessly, too.

Oh, how that enraged him to no end. He never had issues with those stronger than him; he usually found a way to intimidate them in the end. You, however, ignored everything he did. His backhanded threats, his teasing pranks, even his aggressive behavior, you took everything with a simple grimace or manually moving him out of you sight.

How dare you? How dare you ignore him?

He knew you didn’t give him a single thought, but you littered his mind constantly, bitterly. At first it started with plans to coax some kind of reaction from you, and then it took up half his brain in a few days, and suddenly you were seeping deeper into his consciousness. Everything he thought he would somehow relate back to you.

Why? He hated you with his entire being. You were hardly entertaining, all you did was express your disgust with him each encounter—

Floyd was knocked back to his senses when Professor Crewel called his name. Right, Alchemy class. He huffed to himself.

“Your project partner today, the Prefect.” he’d said. 

Floyd scowled. Of course he’d be paired up with that slab of concrete. Couldn’t he have someone fun, like Sea Otter, like Crabby, or even just Jade? He slinked away in search of you, ignoring the “good boy” that Crewel hummed. Floyd hated it when Crewel called him that… but, maybe if you— Quit it.

You weren’t hard to find at all, being the single woman in the room. He stood by your side, stealing rude glances when you kept silent. You didn’t even have a reaction to his presence, instead keeping your focus on the full vials displayed on the desk.

No matter how badly he didn’t want to have the first word, he knew you wouldn’t take it if he didn’t. And you prefer the quiet, so he may as well try and distract you with noise if he could.

“Hey, Shrimpy.” he drawled, looming over your shoulder. “Y’know what you're doin’, yeah? Don’t need my help?”

You still voiced nothing. You were reading through the instructions given, carefully pouring whatever was needed.

“…Cool. I don’t needa do anythin’.” 

“Do your part.” you finally muttered, though you didn’t spare him a glance. “You won’t pass if you don’t.”

Floyd rolled his eyes with a groan. “Why? Professor Beakfish can’t tell the difference if you do it all.”

“Oh, yeah? Ruggie’s watching.” That made him scan around for said boy… and there he was, doing his own project with Kalim, taking small peeks every few moments. Once he noticed Floyd’s gaze, he flashed him a cheeky grin. He knew Ruggie was watching for two reasons: he knew how little Floyd and Yuu get along and wanted to see how it played out, and he could use Floyd’s lack of work as a means of future blackmail for lunch food. He’d no doubt hang this over his head, but honestly? He didn’t care much.

“Still don’t feel like it.” he said with a click of his tongue.

He stood idly by, eyes going between you and Ruggie, until an idea struck him. He was so bored, it’d give him something to do.

“If I’m not gettin’ full points, neither’re you.” He clumsily grabbed whatever vials were present, dumping all of them in the beaker with a toothy grin.

“Wait—“ You stuck an arm out in front of Floyd instinctively, the beaker immediately blowing up and covering the two of you in black soot. You slowly opened your eyes and lowered your arm, a clean line across his chest where your arm had ‘protected’ him.

Though it wasn’t explicit, you were furious. Every single time you had even got near Floyd, he’d find a way to mess something up. She exhaled slowly as Crewel approached.

“Bad dogs, what’s happened?” His glare was so stern, you would have lowered your head if you weren’t so angered.

“She messed up.” Floyd said, smile still wide as ever.

You grit your teeth. You wanted to scream, shout, throw things, throw him, but you stood with a blank poker-face. It’s all you could do.

Crewel opened his mouth, probably to scold you, or Floyd, someone, until Ruggie called from the other side of the room.

“He did iiiiiit…” he said before breaking into cackles. “Y’know he did!”

Floyd’s grin fell into a look of deadpan irritation, but was met with Ruggie’s uppity smug face.

“Yes…” Crewel cleared his throat. “I figured as such. Floyd Leech, to your dorm room immediately. I will choose how I shall deal with you later. As for the Prefect… you are dismissed. You may retake this project by yourself tomorrow.”

And like that, Crewel skirted off back to the front of the classroom.

Floyd’s rage was bubbling heavily in his chest. Dismissed? Why do you get dismissed?

Floyd grumbled under his breath and took off his lab coat to shove into your arms, nails digging into his palms as he sped out of the room. Ruggie laughed at him the entire way, of course, only to be reminded by Kalim to keep hushed.

A few seconds later, you emerged from the door, pushing yourself away from the frame as you rubbed at your face to get the soot off. Thank goodness for those lab coats, you thought. Your quick strides let you catch up with Floyd. You grabbed his wrist and roughly turned him to face you.

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” you snarled.

“Iunno, I think I’m fine.” he said with a bored shrug, tugging your hand off.

“No, why d’you do that? You always mess my shit up.”

“Seemed fun.”

That seemed to be the last tick on your timebomb of patience; you grabbed him by the arms and shoved him against the wall, eyes ablaze in fury.

“I’m fucking tired of you! I can’t even look at you without you doing something you shouldn’t.” You ranted on and on about how much you hated him, how angry he constantly made you, how badly you just wanted to make him into your dinner…

It went through one ear and out the other with Floyd, however, as he grasped one of your hands and slowly slid it up to his neck, eye contact never breaking.

“—And now, you’re messing with schoolwork! D’you know how hard it is to—“

“You should choke me.”

“…What?”

“You should choke me.”

You blinked in confusion. Floyd continued to blankly stare at you with half-lidded eyes, holding your hand up to his throat. A few moments of awkward silence pass.

“Ya hate me? Choke me, then.”

You retreated your hands, wiping them on your shirt like they’d been touched by muck. You stood her ground in front of him and shook your head, bewildered. “No. No, I’m not doing that.”

“Why not?” His responses were quick and blunt, like he’d already thought of and rehearsed this many times before.

“Why would I?” You gave an incredulous look, eyes squinted and nose scrunched. He leaned forward slightly, studying your face.

“Good way to take your frustration out.” He smiled, continuing to lean until his chin rested on your shoulder.

“The fuck’re you talking about?” You scowled at him, just like you always did. Floyd didn’t answer further, instead sliding his hands up your waist and to your back.

He hated you, he hated how you ignored him, he hated how difficult it was to get a rise from you, he hated how often he thought about the things he wanted you to do to him. He hated it all, but he craved more of it.

He trailed further up until he was fiddling with your bra clip. You pushed him away before he could take it off, much to his disappointment.

“We’re not doing this out here.” you murmured. Right, they’re still in the hallway, thankfully empty due to the other students in their respective classes. “Your room.”

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, he was right; you needed an outlet. You were so, so frustrated with all the constant prefect work, keeping Grim, Ace, and Deuce in check, you needed something to take it out on. Of course, you didn’t think Ramshackle would be the best choice for sex, especially with the risk of the ghosts getting nosy and spying on them… or Grim walking in and traumatizing himself.

He gave a smug grin, tugging you along to his room—tried to tug, kind of. Your pace stayed slow and leisurely while he pulled forward. It was almost comical how someone so much shorter than him was somehow strong enough to keep themself in place.

Once arrived, Floyd wasted no time in slamming the door and locking it before returning to his place; hands fiddling with your bra clip, this time clumsy and rushed. He was growing visibly frustrated as time went on without your bra unhooking, earning a scoff from you. You reached behind yourself, shooing his hands away and unhooked it easily. You slid the bra straps down your arms, allowing the piece to fall onto the ground from under your shirt.

With giddy cackles, he immediately pushed his face into your chest, fingers sinking into your cloth-protected breasts. He hated how much he’s always liked them.

“No.” You grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him away to be met with a shocked face, quickly contorting into one of annoyance. You wanted to say you only allowed him to take off your bra because it was more comfortable for you. You didn’t really mind him touching you… he didn’t deserve that, though. “Get on the bed.”

“No.” he mocked, reaching out to squeeze your tits.

“Yes.” you hissed. You grabbed his collar to shove him in the direction of the bed. He stumbled and fell onto his back, cushioned by the mattress. Oh, he hated how much that reminded him of your first actions that caused him all of these confusing feelings.

You crawled on next to him, pulling him farther so his full body lay on the bed.

“Aye, I’m not a ragdoll!” he complained.

“Eh, you could be.”

You hooked a finger at his collar, already loosened by a few buttons.

“You like teasing your chest out to everyone, huh?” You glanced up at his face, your expression unreadable.

“Maaaybe.”

“Let’s show a lil’ more of it, then.” you mused, dragging your finger down until the last button popped undone. Your eyes scanned his body; his upper body was a tad wide, his chest and abs toned enough to be expected from a basketball player and someone who… well, someone who swam constantly. You ran a hand down his torso. “Lookit you, pretty boy.”

“I know.” Floyd snickered, shivering at your touch. You leaned down to pepper kisses along his body, the feeling tickling him enough to make him squirm. He let out a low whine, growing impatient. “I thought you were gonna take your anger out.” His voice was taunting, probably in an attempt to irk you.

“Don’t like foreplay?” You sat up and looked down upon him. Somehow, it made him feel small.

“I don’t care about that, just get on with it already.” The complaints must have worked, because you yanked down his pants in one motion, his cock springing out. 

You raised a hand to Floyd’s mouth. 

“Lick it.” You ordered. He knew you just wanted to use his saliva as lube to jerk him off, but a wide grin spread on his face; one everyone knew. He leaned in and bit your hand, his sharp teeth digging into your skin.

With a hiss, you grabbed him by the hair to pry him off. He looked up at you haughtily, hoping this would finally rattle you enough to be as rough with him as he always wanted you to be.

With his hair still balled in your hand, you leered at him with intensity that usually rendered everyone around you timid. Floyd, however, just seemed complacent with himself.

You grabbed one of the stray ties that littered his bed.

“Sit up.”

“No—“ The second you heard him begin to utter a refusal, you hoisted him by the collar to sit up. “Quit doin’ that!”

“Shut up.” You guided his hands behind his back, tying them together with the unused tie. Floyd pretended to pout, but he couldn’t ignore his excitement.

His anticipation turned into confusion when you slid off the bed and began rummaging around the room.

“I know you got something around here…” you mumbled, digging through his dresser drawers. Finally when you reached the bottom one, you found and retrieved a magic wand vibrator. “Figured.”

“Holy shit!” Floyd gasped, visibly perking up. “I forgot I bought that!”

You stopped in your tracks and let out a guffaw, caught off guard. This was the first time he’d ever seen and heard you laugh, a little sad that it was in a situation like this, but he thought it sounded… cute. It was boisterous, high pitched compared to your regular voice. He let out a few giggles.

The laughter died down, and you crawled back on the bed, turning the vibe on. You started it on the lowest setting before pressing it against the tip of his cock. Floyd sucked in a breath, but still looked at her with a bored expression.

“That’s it? What, y—“ You suddenly zipped to the highest level, causing Floyd to gasp. “Ow! Fucking—“ He cut himself off with a moan.

“D’you prefer the lower one?” you asked with a small grin.

He shook his head, “Nope.” It was a little much as an immediate start, but he wouldn’t want you to know that. His jaw clenched to try and stifle his moans and mewls, watching you drag the toy along his length.

It didn’t take long for the vibrations to force out a few beads of precum, which you smeared around the head without a second thought.

His hips slowly started bucking as he was getting closer to cumming, eyes scrunching shut and turning his head to the side to focus on his breathing.

You allowed him to grind against the toy for a bit, until eventually turning it off when his breathing got noticeably ragged. His eyes cracked open with a carping groan.

“What the fuck?” Floyd whined with a glare.

“Shut up.” You waited a few beats before turning the vibrator back on the max level, making Floyd jolt with a yelp.

This time, he was more sensitive than before, and it made keeping quiet even harder. He was hoping the vibe was loud enough to mask his strained gasps and hisses. 

Again he grew close, and again you pulled away his stimulation.

“Quit doing that!” He squirmed in frustration, attempting to wriggle out of the restraints.

You silently watched his chest heave with his labored breaths, a third time pressing the toy against his dick, eliciting a whine from him. When Floyd made eye contact, there was a noticeable flash of desperate pleading, his shoulders twitching as he tried miserably to grind against the vibrator. When a choked moan broke from him, you retreated the toy.

“S-stop teasing me!” he cried out, his thighs trembling underneath you. “Just let me cum!”

“You made me put up with all your stupid bullshit for weeks , and you think I’m gonna let you go easy? I’m—“ Your barred words were interrupted by Floyd’s cell phone ringing on the nightstand. You glanced at him before grabbing the phone, displaying Jade’s name.

Without hesitation, you answered it. You put it on speaker and set the phone on Floyd’s thigh. He only looked at your incredulously, mouthing something you didn’t bother to decipher.

“Are you alri—“

“Whaddyou want?”

“Hm? Why do you have Floyd’s phone?”

“I don’t. He’s here.” You idly twirled a finger around the head of his cock, Floyd’s huff audible through the phone.

“Why was he not able to answer it?”

“Busy.” You wrapped your hand around his length, squeezing lightly as you began to stroke it. He bit down on the collar of his shirt, trying to muffle his whimpers.

“I… don’t understand.”

“Just playing a game.” To emphasize yourself, you grabbed the base and smacked his cock against your other hand with a loud, wet slap! and a sharp cry from Floyd.

Silence from the phone.

“I see. I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“Not at all.” you said dismissively. “You can come over if you wanna.” You looked up at Floyd, raising a brow. After a moment, he begrudgingly nodded, and you nodded back.

“Oh… Thank you.”

“Y’know where we are.” You didn’t bother to say your goodbyes before hanging up the phone, sliding it on the floor.

“What’re you gonna do when he gets here?” There was a hint of optimism in his voice. He didn’t know if Jade would be out in the same position he’s in, if they’d be treated differently, if… if Jade would be permitted to touch you.

“Dunno.” you clicked, resting your head on his thigh while you idly slid your thumb across the slit of his cock. Each swipe earned some kind of reaction; a squirm, a huff, a whine, whatever it was, you could watch and listen forever.

Floyd’s brows were furrowed in frustration; he really didn’t want to start begging, but he was damn near close to it. Every time you touched him, he leaked with precum and it made everything so much slicker.

“…Can’t you just let me cum?”

“No.”

“You can make me cum again, just—just this once?”

“No.” And just like that, you now knew he can orgasm multiple times. Neat! You definitely won’t use that against him.

He growled, his hips trying to push into your hand until a swift knock was heard at the door. You tsked, slipping off the bed to unlock and open the door. Jade stood on the other side with his hands clasped together, eyes widened.

“May I—“

“Yep.” You pulled him in, relocking the door behind them.

“What would you—“ Without another word, you set a hand on his waist, the other gripping his jaw to plant a soft kiss to his lips. Your slow and careful touches contrasted your cold and irritated touches you gave to Floyd, it made him twitch in jealousy.

Jade’s shoulders relaxed, arms snaking around you as his eyes fluttered shut. He didn’t have the same angry lustful feelings Floyd did; he’d steal a few stares as you passed by, but that was really all. He kept out of your way most of the time, you weren’t worth the hassle.

He knew you were probably just using him to punish Floyd further, but he didn’t care. His hands traced along your sides, stopping underneath your chest.

“…May I?” he hummed, his hands inching closer.

You grabbed his hand and placed it over your tit. “It’s okay to touch me.”

Jade stiffly nodded, face flushing further. He was a bit dumbfounded. His hand squished and squeezed you experimentally.

Meanwhile, Floyd was glaring daggers at the two; you knew exactly what you was doing, you knew exactly how it made him feel.

Jade leaned in for another kiss, his body pressing against yours.

“…Prefect?” He earned a light hum and a kiss on the cheek in response. “I’ve thought about… about you. Many times.”

“Mhm? How?” You glanced over at Floyd, who was still visibly seething.

“I’ve thought about your body. About you touching me.”

“Touching you where?”

“…Everywhere .” he droned, bringing your hand up to rub his face against it before dragging it down his chest.

Floyd let out an angered growl, wriggling in his place.

“Shut up! Shut up!” He frantically tried to wipe away his frustrated tears on his shoulder. “Shrimpy, just shut up and fuck me already! Stop it!”

“No.” You guided Jade to sit on the bed before stepping back, looking around for… something again. “You got any tape in here?”

“Hm?” Jade cocked his head. “We may.”

She scoured around for a roll of tape. Scrap paper, glue sticks, a… paper puppet? Okay, whatever… Duct tape. Why he had duct tape, who knew. Maybe he just had it because he thought it’d have a use eventually; and it did.

You spun the roll on your finger as you walked back.

“Wow, extra bondage.” Floyd huffed.

“Kinda.” You pulled Floyd onto the floor. He sat on his knees in front of you, watching as you pulled the tape from the roll and used teeth to break it off. You grabbed the vibrator from the bed, placing the toy on his thigh and wrapping the tape around it to keep it in place with the head of the vibrator pushed against his cock.

“What, you're gonna make me watch or something?” he snorted.

“Yep.” You tore off another piece of tape, putting it over his mouth. “You’re cuter when you can’t talk.”

He let out a muffled whine when you turned on the toy, leaning forward as your hand pulled away to try to extend your touch.

You ignored his desperation, sitting on the bed next to Jade.

You lightly pushed him onto his back. “You’re real patient.” you murmured, kissing along his jawline.

 

“Thank you, Miss. It’s difficult.” he whispered, arms wrapping around you. He quietly moaned as you nipped at his collarbone. “May I take off my shirt?”

You sat back on her heels and carelessly gestured with a hand. Jade tugged away his tie, tossing it to the side while he pulled off his suit jacket. He unbuttoned the underneath shirt as quickly as he could—maybe he wasn’t as patient as you thought he was.

“Cute.” Your fingers feathered up his body and swiped over a nipple, earning a gasp.

“C-can you do that again?”

“Do what?”

“T-touch m—“ He hissed when you swirled your fingers around his nipples, his body twitching and trembling. 

He arched his back as time passed, feeling himself leak through his pants from the constant teasing. 

“Please, Miss.” He groaned, balling his fists in your shirt while he pulled away. “May I taste you? Please?” He slid his knees to the ground, attempting to pull you forward so he could sit between your legs.

“Such good manners.” you cooed, tucking the black streak in his hair behind his ear. “You may.”

Between quiet ‘thank you’s, he tugged on your waistband. You let out an amused him when his attempts were left fruitless, you lifted your hips slightly to aid him. Finally left in only your shirt, he stared in awe. 

“I think you’re beautiful, Miss.”

“Shush.” You pulled his face closer. “No biting.”

He only nodded before shoving his face into your cunt, teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue. You gasped, setting a thigh on his shoulder while he traced around with the underside of his tongue.

Jade could feel his throbbing cock weep for release, the ache almost painful. His hand hovered over his belt, but quickly brought it back up to squeeze your thigh.

“Miss,” he mumbled, his voice vibrating against you, “May I touch myself?”

You nodded stiffly, relishing in the feeling of his mouth on you. He quickly fumbled with his belt, whipping it off. He popped his cock out, already slick with precum, and began stroking it. His hand twisted up and down his shaft as he tried to bury his face closer into you. With his other hand, he lightly pushed your thigh into his cheek, looking up with pleading doe-eyes.

You squeezed his head in your thighs; not hard enough to be overwhelming but enough to reward him. The feeling of him fucking his own hand mixed with your thighs hugging the sides of his head made him shiver, the vibrations of his moans making your breath hitch.

“Good boy.” you moaned, grinding against his face. Your words seemed to have stricken Floyd; he let out a loud cry of protest, muffled by the tape. It should be him, it should be him, it should be him, it should be him.

His cries and screams of frustration were masked by the sounds of the vibrator. It didn’t matter, he would have been ignored regardless.

Jade whined as his hand’s pumping grew messy and erratic. He pulled away with a large gasp for air.

“May I cum? May I please cum, Miss?” He panted desperately, his own hand merciless on himself while he imagined it was yours instead.

“Cum for me.”

“Th-thank you—“ He shoved his face into your thigh to hush his moans, his cum hitting his chest and torso. He heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his pumping slowing to a stop. He looked down at the mess he’d made of himself, fatigued already.

“Good job.” You brushed her fingers through his hair affectionately. You were surprised at how strangely obedient Jade was; you would have figured he’d try some kind of sly tricks or backhanded rebelling, but he was… good.

He pushed his head into your hand, rubbing the sweat off from his forehead. Behind you two, Floyd sat writhing and whimpering pathetically, his torso and the hems of his shirt covered in his cum. You couldn’t tell how many times he’d came just from the amount caked on him. You almost pitied him because of the relentlessly never-ending stimulation from the vibrator forced on his dick. Almost.

With a kiss on Jade’s forehead and a rub on the nape of his neck, you stood. Still seated on the floor, Jade rested his head against the bed to watch you with tired eyes as you walked away.

You stopped in front of Floyd with a stone-faced leer. You took the edge of the tape around his mouth in your fingers and ripped it off. You expected him to yell, shout, growl in rage and anguish, cuss her out, but never in a million years did you expect—

“Mommy—I… I’m s-sorry, please fuck me, please.”

He twisted and fidgeted under your touch, waiting to hear your no’s, leaning forward to try and wipe his tears on your shirt.

“…Fine.” You tore away the vibrator from his thigh, giving him the short-lived break he desperately needed. His eyes widened in surprise when you shoved him onto his back (or arms for that matter). You crawled over him, reached beneath you to wrap your fingers around his dick and align him with your pussy.

“Stoplight safe words work for you, right?”

“I don’t care, I don’t care! Just fucking do it already!” He planted a foot on the ground to try and slip himself in your cunt, his restiveness left unrewarded when you lifted your hips away from him.

“I don’t respond to that.”

He complained with a groan, lolling his head back. “Yeah, green, green, please… ” It was intriguing how quickly Floyd switched up; constantly teetering from begging to being the absolute bane of your existence.

You finally took pity upon him, plunging yourself down onto him. You took his entire cock at once, forcing a cracked whine from him. You denied him time to adjust immediately began slamming your hips down. The messy slaps of flesh on flesh combined with Floyd’s incoherent voice cracks and moaning, somebody was bound to hear. Honestly? Floyd kind of hoped for it, someone behind the door hearing him being turned into a fucktoy, a stupid slut for someone he loathed.

His arms pulled, trying to break away from the restraints around his wrists. He wanted to touch you so badly; touch your tits, your waist, your hips, your ass, your thighs, anything he could manage to get his hands on. He felt like he was being taunted, despite being ridden into fucking oblivion.

“Please, please—“ He didn’t fucking know what he was even begging for at this point. He wanted it faster, he wanted it slower, wanted it rougher, gentler, he didn’t know—he just wanted to cum again. Your soft walls around him felt so different from the vibrator, it felt so much better. His mismatched half-lidded eyes were glossy and dazed as he stared at your nails.

“C’mon. C’mon, I fuckin’ love when you hurt me.” he growled. 

At least you had an excuse to use him as a punching bag. You raked your nails along his skin, coaxing hisses and choked moans from him.

“You can do fuckin’ better than that.” Floyd managed a chuckle, though it was forced and interrupted by a gasp when you squeezed around his dick. “Fuck, I know you wanna hurt me, ya wanna watch me cry and squirm, yeah?” He was just mocking her, a wide grin on his face. “Do it, then. Make me cry, Mommy. I know ya like when I call ya that.”

You were silent, your face burning red. He couldn’t tell if it was from fury or if his words turned you on more. “…Shut the fuck up.”

“Ya like when I’m under you? Hm?” His cock twitched in you. By and by, he’d managed to get a reaction out of you, and he loved it.

You gripped his throat, one of the only ways you might shut him up. “You talk way too fucking much.” 

“Fuck me.” he crowed. “Harder, do it fuckin’ harder.”

You kept your steady pace, your gaze hardening. “What’d I say about talking to me like that?”

“Please, harder? Please?” His chest heaved, feeling the familiar pressure buildup within him.

“Good boy.”

“Oh, fuck.” The words made him feel tingly, overwhelmed tears welling in his eyes as you grew rough. Honestly, he’d already forgotten how he even got to this point; his thoughts were hazy. “I-I’m gonna cum—“

“No.”

The dam broke, the denial forcing a broken sob. “No, please, please , I’m sorry, I’m fuckin’ sorry—“ He babbled on with his begging, trying to bury himself deeper inside you.

“No.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t—I won’t—“ What did he do again? He can’t remember. “Fuck, please! Fuckin’ let me cum! Please, can I cum? J-just—“

“Fine.”

“Fuckin’ fina—Thank you!” Through weeps and moans, his cum coated the inside of your cunt as his back arched in pleasure.

You and Floyd stayed in place after you slowed to a stop, unmoving as you caught your breath.

“…Would you like me to get some towels?” Jade piped up after a few moments of silence. He was still seated on the ground, flushed from watching.

You glanced back at him. “Yeah… yeah, thanks.” You panted, pulling off of Floyd so you could help untie his wrists. “Sorry I didn’t do much with you. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Thank you, Prefect.” Jade stood to his feet, legs a bit wobbly. He gave her a polite smile, slipping out of the room to leave the two alone while he grabbed what was needed.

It was silent. Floyd looked exhausted as he rubbed his face, ridding it of tear stains.

“…I still hate you.” you eventually said.

“Yeah, I still hate you, too.”

… He thinks.

[ravenclaw-for-all-seasons]

The Wedding Chronicles - Mattheo Riddle (1)

A/N - These can be read as a standalone set or read after the events of ‘Yule Be Mine - Part 3’. Just some cute drabbles about planning the wedding between you and Mattheo to feed my delusion 😂

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Working out the details

The common room was dimly lit, the glow from the fireplace casting flickering shadows along the stone walls. The scent of smoke and firewhiskey filled the air as your group gathered, sinking into the plush green-and-silver couches, laughter and conversation flowing easily.

Enzo took a swig from the bottle and passed it to Theo, who was already grinning. “Alright, let’s talk about the real issue at hand,” he said, nudging Mattheo with his elbow. “When’s the wedding? Because I need to know how long I have to prepare the best best-man speech in history.”

Mattheo, who had been sitting close to you, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders, smirked. “You’re assuming you’re the best man?”

Enzo scoffed. “Mate, if you pick Draco over me, I’ll hex you.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “I don’t even want to be best man. Too much work.”

Pansy leaned forward eagerly, her eyes gleaming. “Forget the best man, I want to know the real details. Have you picked a date? A venue? And most importantly, have you decided on colors? Because if you make me wear anything hideous, I will hex you.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “We haven’t even gotten that far yet.”

Mattheo, who had been twirling your engagement ring between his fingers absentmindedly, glanced down at you with a smirk. “All I care about is making you my wife. Everything else is just details.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and Pansy dramatically clutched her chest. “Ugh, you two are disgusting.”

Blaise chuckled. “It’s true, though. It’s weird seeing Mattheo like this. I swear, last year he was cursing anyone who even looked at him wrong, and now he’s—”

“A simp?” Theo supplied, grinning.

Mattheo groaned but didn’t deny it. Instead, he tightened his hold around you, pulling you into him more. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I don’t care. I’ve got everything I could ever want right here.”

Your friends all exchanged looks, half-amused, half-mocking, but beneath all the teasing, you knew they were genuinely happy for you both.

“Alright,” Pansy declared, “so let’s at least start with whether you want a big or small wedding?”

Mattheo exhaled in relief when you suggested a small, intimate wedding. "Thank Merlin," he muttered, taking a sip of firewhiskey. "The last thing I want is a bunch of people I barely know watching us say our vows."

Pansy, who had been ready to launch into a full-scale wedding planning session, groaned. "You two are no fun. A grand wedding would be iconic. He’s the Dark Lord’s heir, you’re practically royalty."

You shook your head with a smile. "We don’t need all that. After everything we’ve been through, I just want something meaningful, with the people we actually care about. I’m not sure Mattheo wants to boast about his heritage these days either.”

Mattheo pressed a kiss to your temple, murmuring, "Exactly."

Draco, who had been quiet, nodded in agreement. "Honestly, after the war, I don’t think any of us need some massive, public event. Something private makes sense."

Theo leaned back against the couch, twirling his wand between his fingers. "Alright, so where are you thinking? Because if you say Hogwarts, I swear—"

You laughed. "No, not Hogwarts." You glanced at Mattheo before saying, "What about Riddle Manor?"

Mattheo blinked, caught off guard. “Riddle Manor?”

You nodded. "It's yours now. It’s part of your legacy, but you get to make it what you want it to be. Why not start by making it a place of love instead of war?"

A slow smirk curled at his lips. "You’re brilliant, you know that?"

"I do," you teased.

Enzo grinned. "I like it. Turning the Dark Lord’s fortress into a wedding venue? That’s the ultimate power move."

Pansy huffed. "Fine. I’ll allow it. As long as you let me help decorate."

Mattheo chuckled. "You can do whatever you want, as long as I get to marry her at the end of it."

Your friends rolled their eyes at his lovesick tone, but the warmth in the room was undeniable. After everything—after war, pain, and uncertainty—you were finally talking about a future filled with love and hope.

And it was perfect.

[drdemonprince]

sorry if this is too long but i really appreciate your perspective and would love some advice

i have a mixed gender friend group irl, however i am the only transmasc in the group (the rest of the group is queer transfems, queer cis women, and our token cishet guy) and ive run into a little issue in that im quite close to one of the cis girls of the group, and we occasionally have deep chats about our queer identities (we're both aro, im ace, shes bi) . these chats are great and i really appreciate her as a friend but one thing shes always bringing up, even in unrealted conversations is how much she hates men .

im not a transandrobro so this isn't gonna be one of those "im one of the good ones" or "i feel guilty for being transmasc" asks dw. the issue came up when i was discussing how i was going to start T pretty soon (i pass decently well without it already but as more of a butch/androgynous type look) and as we were talking about the changes she was acting... genuinley scared and disgusted??

especially when i talked about how i will likely grow more body hair, and how T affects scent and stuff. she was almost horrified. "yeah but you dont want that right? youll shave it?" . i already dont shave my body hair (she does) and i cant help but feel scared that one of my closest friends is going to find me revolting once i start transitioning medically.

i didnt even mention bottom growth after that because i was so scared of what her reaction to that would be.

idk if you have any experience or advice for this? or any reading on the subject? ive found that its only the cis women in my friend group who are acting this way as well. i feel like maybe its because theyve secretly been viewing me as "just" a masculine woman this whole time. i id as nonbinary with the group, but secretly i really do think im a trans man, but based on the disgust with those things im reluctant to come out again.

Honestly this is a really common way that cis women microaggress against trans mascs! Those two identities have competing privilege/oppression intersections and a lot of really wild shit can play out as a result, as well as due to the projection that can happen because both groups have shared a social identity at some point (whether we liked it or not). It may not be fixable, but I think you need to set the tone that this kind of negative commentary on your transition and body is NOT acceptable, and to do so EARLY, so that you are establishing ground rules for how you will be treated.

Example conversation:

You: So I started getting some hair on my neck around my Adam's apple.

Her: Ewwwww, but you're going to shave it right?

You: (pause and look at her seriously). Gender transition is something I'm very excited about and that's very good for me, you know. I am happy about everything that's happening and I hope that as my friend you would be happy for me too.

Let's say that she continues to be somewhat shitty about your transition multiple times. Here is how you might escalate without totally blowing your lid.

Her: Wow, your [voice is so deep/your acne is getting so bad/your hair pattern is changing/whatever thing she is being shitty about].

You: (stop whatever task you're doing if any to give this full attention. lock eyes with her, maybe even sigh). I have told you multiple times not to comment on my appearance. It makes me very uncomfortable. I don't enjoy spending time with people who comment on how I look.

I think your focus should be not on correcting her feelings, which she needs to go like stare at a pond and reflect about on her own, but instead reign in her shitty commentary completely -- and if she won't do that for you, then you will need start ending conversations/walking away/not inviting her to things/whatever other boundary setting strategy you like. I would prioritize nipping the personal comments in the bud over the "men are so disgusting and evil" kind of commentary, because I think that matters more and seems to bother you more -- but if it were me? I would also be pissed that she wasn't including me in the category of "men" when she was talking about them, and would say things like "I'm a man too, you know." Or "Yeah, WE can be kind of annoying/boorish/smelly sometimes." This isn't some transandrobro NOT ALL MEN thing, it's an anti-transphobia don't misgender me thing. And perhaps by taking accountability for all that manhood is -- the good and the bad, the euphoric and the just neutral, you will influence her in a positive way to think about these things more neutrally. If not, well, that's her fuckin loss.

[gorgeousarrangements]

Rant about Dazai & Akutagawa's relationship

I think sometimes I think about the way Dazai views Aku and I just get upset by how little empathy he has for him, how much he naturalizes the traits Aku has and literally goads it out of him, terrorizes him for it just because Dazai himself is ashamed of who he is and takes it out on Aku to feel a shred of moral superiority.

To explain, Dazai's closest relationships are with people who value life in some way, even in the port mafia. His relationship to Oda is as close as it is because he's someone who has literally given up killing and forced himself to see the value in human life. Ango is of a similar vein, someone who painstakingly writes down the lives and families of all the port mafia members and victims who die, even if it's not in his job description. Even Chuuya falls into this to some extent -- when he does kill, he kills out of a force of love and loyalty, and it doesn't bring him any joy to do it. He regards it as the work he does for those he loves. Dazai, on the other hand, doesn't really feel anything about killing, he struggles to value human life, and even to do things out of love, (or at least he feels deeply that this is the case for him) but at the same time this reality pains him. Dazai WANTS to value human life and despises himself for not being able to. That's why he sort of has to take on the identity of Oda to be able to move on - her doesn't believe this human capability is present in himself.

All this to say, I think this leads us to the reason why Dazai hates Aku so much, and its that Aku actually craves killing. We see this originally when Dazai picks him up, and he's yearning to kill the people who killed his orphan friends. Aku actually *wants* to kill, out of rage, not out of a sense of duty or curiousity, which is what sets him apart from Chuuya or Dazai. This essentially disgusts Dazai, largely because of his deep seated issues with himself and his own struggles around valuing human life. If someone well adjusted ran into Aku, they'd understand that his anger, his rage, is a trauma response to the life he lived where people were just openly willing to kill him and the other kids on the street just for existing. A life where people didn't care if he starved. From where was Aku to learn about care for others and their lives, if he'd never witnessed it being directed towards his own? You could argue every character went through neglect, but everyone reacts to it in different ways. This was Aku's reaction, and he didn't deserve Dazai to lash out at him in the way he did, trying to force the rage out of him in a haze of projected self disgust.

Granted, I understand Dazai was a child here, and this was how he was coping with his twisted feelings of self hate, by trying to punish the murderous feelings that he saw in someone else, trying to get a sense of self goodness out of that. But even in Beast AU where he is now an adult, the way he gets Aku to lash out by threatening to execute Gin? And that's how he gets across this lesson that Aku has this "inherent" killing nature? Of course this didn't end up hurting anybody but I don't love how Dazai naturalizes this tendency in Aku, insists this is "how he is." In beast, it sort of looks like Dazai is doing "all the right things." I think it passes by people that committing suicide at the end, though it was for the book, reveals that even then, Dazai was not doing things in an entirely stable way. I sort of instead read Beast as "Dazai's fantasy existence," which still comes from his disturbed mind.

I honestly really really hope for some character development around Dazai and Akutagawa's relationship, and tbh i do think we are getting there. In order for their relationship to shift or heal, we also need Dazai's relationship to himself to shift and heal; for him to understand his range of emotions are just as human as anyone else's, that there isn't something deeply, inherently wrong with him -- that his principle of valuing life is enough, even if he struggles with having all the "right" emotions behind it because of his past, his disposition, whatever. I do think being chronically suicidal towards ones own life causes Dazai to struggle to see the value in lives altogether, and that isn't through a fault of his own. We are watching him pull away from this throughout the BSD narrative, and I hope he can soon begin to understand and forgive Aku's rage. See that all of us approach life in different ways, and love in different ways, and that we are all looking for a path of doing right by each other. Especially Aku, who is following Atsushi's lead, and already starting to see the light.

[keepingmyoptionsfluid]

I don't know who needs to read this, but people who are pro Buck and Tommy having a healthy relationship with good representation on screen, whether it goes the distance or not, are not automatically against Eddie having a coming out arc.

Like guys chill the fuck out.

I would argue that 7x05 had too many storylines and felt rushed. I'd honestly rather have fewer stories an Episode and each is given proper time (so they don't skip over shit like Buck and Eddie talking post basket ball, or Chim and Buck talking post punch, or Bobby and Athena talking post ship disaster etc). They actually showed the Karen and Hen talks after the Eva storylines and that's so important and good.

Tommy isn't getting screen time without a main with him so stop pretending he is. He's a background character who is currently there to prop up other people's storylines. It's unlikely he will ever be a main as they already have 7 of them. Can you think if you've ever seen a Karen or a Ravi or a Lucy or a Taylor storyline that wasn't there to really be about one of the mains? No.

I am literally seeing BuckTommy enjoyers having to fucking preface their posts with the fact they obviously ship buddie too just so they don't get abused. It's genuinely disgusting that people are more fixated on their specific (and I would defo class it as fetishistic at this point with the obsession some people have with buddie) ship that they would actively damage other people's enjoyment of the show.

This accusation that people don't care bout buddie anymore because Tommy has kissed Buck and Tommy is white is fucking insane. This fandom regularly accuses anyone who says good things about Buck or Bobby of being racist. Maybe, and hear me out, people are happy that they are getting some bi representation? People who have been pro buddie since 2x01 are getting sent hate because they are happy that a character has come out, despite never turning against buddie.

It's literally normal to be watching a show and be like "yes, I want characters X & Y to end up together but currently they aren't and that's not an issue for me". It's a fictional show.

I want Eddie to get a coming out story line and I would not be upset if it didn't revolve around Buck because 1. Eddie is his own person, and 2. I KNOW that if it did revolve around Buck, you guys would immidiately say it's worthless because it's not an Eddie story but actually a story about the "white boy". Like you literally cannot have it both ways.

You can't beg for coming out story lines and then say "wait that's the wrong person they're kissing." It's a coming out story line. It's literally a gateway to a whole new world of stories in the show.

Chill out, go outside, maybe try to enjoy the show you claim to love instead of shitting on it, the actors and the other fans

[throatgoat4u]

PLEASE READ!!!!!

okay yall. i lowkey thought over the whole matt situation (only because it’s the only thing seeing on tumblr and tt) but i’ve lowkey come to a realization that matt did not overreact (kinda). first and foremost i want to say that i never, even before my opinion changed, thought that matt is a domestic abuser. personally, from what ive seen, matt seems like one of the sweetest people ever, and i don’t think he’d ever put his hands on a woman. also, i want to take into consideration on how sweet and caring both his parents are. i feel like they’d raise him to never ever touch a woman in such a manner as that. i’ve only seen people on tik tok say it, not really tumblr, but that’s disgusting how people are accusing him of that with zero proof other than the fact he hit his own BROTHER. HIS FUCKING BROTHER!!!! now, i want to address where my opinion has changed. let’s establish some of the things i said. i said i think it was an overreaction, and it never needed to happen, and they could’ve sorted it out with words. i also said he has some anger issues, and how i have them too but i would never hit my sibling over something like this. now as i thought over it, i realized, yes, i wouldn’t hit my sister because she’s NINE. BUT, i have two cousins who i grew up with and lived with for TWELVE years of my life. they moved out a few years ago due to all of us being older now and in need of our own rooms and spaces, but we’re still neighbors, and see each other everyday. so to sum it up, i consider them to be my sisters. one is a few months older and the other is a year older so they are in my age range. i realized maybe i wouldn’t hit my sister, but id hit my cousins if this ever did happen to me. i would honestly do a lot worse to them if that ever happened to me, even if it was a mistake. now i still think it could’ve most definitely been solved by talking it out, but lets be so fucking for real with ourselves right now. who the fuck is gonna talk this shit out?!?! most siblings would probably go for hitting back and then insulting their sibling afterwards instead of having a civil conversation. unless you were raised by the fucking king or queen, i don’t think any sibling are really gonna talk shit like this out at all. i’m not dick riding matt and being one of his little defenders, i’m just saying that maybe it actually was a perfectly normal reaction to this situation. a lot of people are saying we should stop using the excuse that they are siblings, but i’ve literally chased my oldest cousin around our house (mind you i was seven) with a knife because she stole my ipad. before that there was also a lot of tacking, hitting, and hair pulling. so that excise is honestly valid. so i’ve definitely changed my opinion on this situation because it’s the only thing i’m seeing everywhere. that’s all. anywho!

toodles sluts :)

[ilikepjo24]

I just like- sure sure proshippers are people but proshipping and the ships it perpetuates still affects the real world. I don’t count ships that are toxic with proshippers but I do count incest ships and that affects people. Either degenerates who get off to it or people who have been affected by incest and the category of people who have those desires and are using this as a way to justify their disgusting actions

But like- obviously harrassing someone isn’t good but explaining that this isn’t good and yeah it might be fiction but it still affects the world

I mean, just ask why Stephen King’s ‘Rage’ was pulled from publication. Because y’know mentally ill kids read it, already had intentions to shoot up their school, and took this as what convinced them to do it

Of course there’s a lot of controversy and stuff with the book rage and dubious if it did do that

But still

Your media that you put out and consume has real world consequences

That’s just what I’m trying to say lol

Oh. It's you again. Yay. 🙂

I'd like to start by saying I've interacted with tones of proshippers and exactly 0% of them ever decided to use the fiction they consume as justification for doing it irl bc none of them actually do it irl. Non-proshippers have created this idea that proshippers are crazy, horny weirdos and degenerates when really most of them are pretty chill. Until you accuse them of being crazy, horny weirdos and degenerates, that is. Then they get pretty upset. And they have every right to.

I've never met a proshipper that thought what they liked in fiction was okay in reality as well. I have, however, had the displeasure of meeting tones of anti-proship people that seem as if they have a rape and abuse kink more than actual proshippers do, because they go around spreading rumours that "proshipper-x was abused as a child and that's why they like incest ships" and "proshipper-y was raped by their male friend as a teenager and that's why they like non-con". Honestly, how are you gonna come at someone for being a proshipper of fictional characters when you have more rape/abuse fantasies about real people than they do about their fictional ships?

And another thing, notice how you felt the need to mention that the people that were affected in such ways by the book "Rage" where mentally ill people? And notice how school shootings still happen even now that this book is no longer being published? The patern I see here has nothing to do with the book itself, since it's not a necessary factor for a shooting to occur, but the untreated mental illness. And if that's the case, which it is, then the form of media people consume won't solve or worsen their issues.

Fact is, if somebody has the mindset of "shooting up a school is okay", they'll shoot up a school, regardless of whether or not they read "Rage". The fact that a bunch of other people that didn't have some type of untreated mental illness read the same book without initiating a school shooting after only proves that point.

So instead of using types of fictional media as a scapegoat, let's put our big boy pants on and accept that the real problem is the way mental health is being perceived by society to this day. Of course people are going to have untreated mental illness because of course they're not going to reach out for help if they think something wrong with them because of course society will treat them like an outcast and a monster instead of helping treat their mental illness. And the result of this is that no matter how much we police what goes on online, people are still going to do disturbing things. So the awareness you think you're spreading and the proper explanations you think you are giving in my askbox will not lower the count of ppl that practice incest irl.

Instead of turning the web into a space where we have to walk on eggshells, we should focus on solving the true problem, which is the demonization of mental illness. And if that problem is solved, then our world will be filled by sane people that can seperate fiction from reality and therefore won't apply fictional standards to real situations. Because of you don't solve a problem under the rug and use a scapegoat to distract from the root of the issue, then the problem will eventually demand enough attention to be solved.

With all that being said, I'm flattered by how influential you think I am, but my humble 300 follower blog on a dying website won't normalize incest irl any time soon. Or ever, to be exact.

Finally, if you're somebody I know, and I'm holding your hands as I say this with as much affection as I can master up for you, grow a pair and DM me so we can talk properly instead of taking up space in my very public, very influential, very famous Tumblr blog. I promise, if we talk one on one without the anon feature, I won't be as rude as I am now, that I think of you to be nothing but an annoying anon.

Or, preferably, actually pay attention to the things I said earlier, because I made done pretty valid points over there, which leads me to believe there's no reason for this conversation to drag on any longer.

[ex-foster]

This story is so wild because despite the bomber being anti-natalist, people are falsely claiming that he was instead a pro-lifer.

And now that they nuked the anti-natalist sub reddit, you can't show people how crazy their philosophy is.

These people are honestly something else. That sub was one of those places you would go to hate read. These people think it's unethical to bring children into this world. They would write posts where they are absolutely seething because their coworker is having a baby shower or something.

This is kinda relevant to the adoption and foster care community believe it or not because we get these weirdos as prospective foster/adoptive parents.

If you're interested in reading about one of these anti-natalist people trying to foster to adopt, you can read this book called Stranger Care but I'll give you the summary anyways.

So you have this married couple and the wife wants to have children and the husband is an anti-natalist so he does not want to have biological children. He basically lectures his wife on how it's unethical to bring more children into this world. So they end up compromising and agree to try fostering to adopt.

They become registered foster parents and start their journey. Social workers call them about placements and the wife is against the idea of fostering an older child - she has her heart set on a baby. The husband is more open minded and is willing to take on an older child but she still insists on a baby. They reject placements that aren't exactly what the wife is looking for. On one occasion social workers think they found a baby and initially the wife is so excited but then it's revealed that the "baby" was actually a severely neglected toddler and initially mistaken for a baby because they were malnourished. She is disgusted by the idea of fostering a "broken" or traumatized child so rejects this placement as well.

The couple starts to get frustrated and wonders if they'll ever get an "unbroken" baby. They don't want an abused, neglected, traumatized or drug-withdrawal baby. They want a perfect newborn. And eventually they get a call and a social worker found an unbroken baby girl. The wife is over the moon.

The wife falls in love with this baby. The baby is a placement from a struggling single mother who may have been dealing with an abusive partner and some substance abuse issues. The baby is healthy but the mother wants to reunify with her baby. The mother slowly makes the journey to get her life back together and reunify and the foster mother is seething about it. She looks down on this woman. She sees her as less capable and less worthy of motherhood than herself. She prides herself in all the care and effort she puts into her foster daughter including all the nice things she can buy her. She struggles with the idea of supporting the reunification case plan. She almost can't believe that social workers would decide to reunify mother and daughter. How could they possibly believe the bio mother was better than her? She finds herself wishing the mother would relapse and the reunification would fail. The mom does hit some bumps in the road but eventually the baby is reunited with her. This absolutely devastates the foster mother.

The foster mother ends the book saying she's done with fostering. It took but only one foster care placement for them to be absolutely fatigued by the foster care system and they throw in the towel.

And as a former foster kid, this is what vexes me about foster parents. They act as if foster care is like a baby dispensing machine. They pride themselves in their saviour complex but often aren't interested in helping the children who need it the most (the abused, neglected, traumatized, etc). They are obsessed with babies and young children and overlook older kids/teens. They also seem incredibly apathetic to the trauma of family separation. They don't empathize with struggling birth mothers. It's like they see foster care as poor man's surrogacy.

[elskamo]

More Shitty Life Updates

TLDR for those who wanna know but don't wanna read the whole thing: Mum forced me to reveal trauma that I wasn't ready to share, followed by getting Sciatica then being made redundant the next day. In pain, need money, you know where this is going.

The whole thing: I've been struggling a bit (okay, a lot) more than usual over the past week or so, yet again I've had quite a few negative life events one after the other. I am in the process of getting help for everything happening right now, I'm doing all I can to take care of both my mental and physical health.

Last Monday Mum realised my mental health has been getting worse again and refused to leave me alone until I told her what was going on. She kept badgering me for information and making up random accusations about what could have happened. She also kept sneaking into my old bedroom and looking through my belongings to try and find... fuck knows what honestly.

I've recently started delving into a past trauma with my counsellor that I'm not ready to share yet with anyone, let alone my mum, I will not be elaborating on it any further than this. Eventually it got to the point where I was forced to tell her, she cycled between being disgusted, accusing me of making things up, getting mad at me, and attempting to be supportive for a couple days. Frankly I feel violated as hell and it made my mental health nosedive even further.

By Wednesday morning I suddenly started getting shooting pains from my lower back going all the way down my right leg. It got to the point where I collapsed from the pain and had to be sent home from the office early. It took hours getting bounced back and forth between 111, the GP surgery, and out of hours care. Eventually they diagnosed me with Sciatica and managed to arrange for me to pick up some prescription painkillers the next day. The pain is nowhere near as bad as it was last week but I'm struggling to walk because of it and I haven't been outside in days.

The nail in the coffin came on Thursday morning when one of my bosses called to check up on me. He let me know that at the start of the week three of the staff had a meeting where they agreed that when my probation period finished at the end of October they were gonna let me go because they've decided my position at the company isn't what they need right now. Since I had to go off sick from the Sciatica they said they'd instead just make me redundant now.

It really came out of the blue, especially as I've been uncovering a lot of marketing, commerce, and general technical issues since I've been employed there and there's definitely no shortage of work for me to do. My mum is convinced they're lying and don't want me because of my health issues but there's no way of proving that. It does mean that I'm unemployed again and need to go through a few meetings with Universal Credit who will want me to get a new job ASAP regardless of my health.

So yeah, right now I feel like garbage. I've got help from one of my friends to sort out the UC stuff, particularly with proving my health issues. I'm still waiting to find out what I'm getting paid for work this month, since the phone call last Thursday no one has reached out to me to discuss pay or handing over tasks or logins. When the Sciatica isn't affecting my mobility anymore I'll be able to start reaching out to my contacts again and get help with job hunting and networking.

As usual all this means I'll probably be cycling between being ghostly silent or desperately looking for comfort content. Hopefully it's not gonna take another half a year to find a new job but if anyone is able to please donate on Ko-Fi or buy something off Redbubble or Ebay (the latter is UK only right now). Etsy is still pretty barren as things got kinda manic while I was setting it up but it should be properly up and running soon now I have a lot of time to spare again. I feel crappy to have to keep doing this but please do help if you're able to!

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

SOLDER POET KING 👀 if you want to talk about it. Idk if you want specific questions or anything. How's it going.

But also. If you want multiple. My eyebrows went up so fast they tried to escape my face when I read "Nielan Brokeback Mountain AU"

Hi Woob!

I would LOVE to talk about Soldier, Poet, King and the Brokeback Mountain AU!!

SPK first:

It's going surprisingly well considering how long it's been since I posted 😂! I've been working verrrry slowly on the next chapter - for most of that time I've had a very vague, general idea of how I want the story to go from here but fairly early on I hit a stumbling block with the specifics of actually getting it to go there. But I've very recently figured it out!! Shower thoughts to the rescue!! So now that I have the concrete idea I just need to write it, which as we all know is also at least half the battle. That being said, there's just shy of 5k words of the next chapter written already, and I'll probably end up doing at least another few thousand before the chapter's done and ready to post. And also, while I'm not going to actually commit to a chapter count because I still don't actually know for sure exactly how much story we have left before the end, I would like to get it done in under 20, which would mean at most 6 more chapters (or 5 that are currently not written at all)? And honestly it'll probably be fewer than that considering how much I try to cram in each chapter and how close we actually are to the climax of everything I wanted to do with this story.

And now the Brokeback Mountain AU, my beloved! Ugh I (mentally) fucking roll around in this fic like a pig in mud so often it's a little embarrassing, but actually sitting down to plot/write it? I keep ending up writing the OPCU instead for the Cowboy Vibes since they're much less depressing (which is why the OPCU exists in the first place) 😅

In case you've missed the few bits I've shared for it before, I've tentatively titled it 'I Wish I Could Quit You', which I've realized since doing is a quote I've slightly misremembered, so I might end up changing it to the actual quote - or I might just leave it! I like the way it flows as it is.

I haven't posted anything new for the AU in a while so I hope you'll accept this very short little bit of brainstorming I had in my notes app a while back about who Nie Mingjue (he's Ennis Del Mar in this AU) would marry and why:

"Nie Mingjue is already engaged to Wen Qing when he meets Xichen. They met as children thanks to their parents and they've kept in contact, bonding a little over the shared experience of being orphans raising their brothers. They're both too practical and busy to wonder if their mutual respect is affection or not so they've gotten themselves engaged recently, and by the time they marry that autumn he comes down off the mountain, they have (separately) talked themselves into thinking it's romantic love."

And as a thank you gift for asking, some brand new thoughts (well I've thought them before but haven't written them until now) about how I think their arc will continue!

I think Wen Qing sees Nie Mingjue's loneliness and anger, knows exactly where a lot of it comes from (though of course not all of it), but she still doesn't really know how to help. She's good at fixing him up when he comes home with the occasional injury from working such hard jobs, she's good at rubbing the tension out of his aching muscles at the ends of long, gruelling days, but something in her doesn't know how to be emotionally vulnerable enough to let him be vulnerable in return. They don't talk about his feelings, or hers. They have two daughters, and it doesn't do anything to fix either of their issues, it only makes them worse. By the time Xichen comes to visit and she sees her husband kissing this old 'buddy' of his with a desperate passion he's never once had for her, she's almost relieved, under all the hurt and disgust and anger. She stays with him because she doesn't know what else to do, but she knows him now and it taints everything, it makes her feel stupid and foolish and useless and her pride just won't allow this to go on for much longer. They fight more and more and more, and she finally leaves him when she can force herself to face the fact that it'll just have to be her and their girls against the world, and maybe that'll be better than being trapped in a tiny apartment with this enormous man who loves in a way she can't understand. Whatever this is, she can't fix it - she never could. As much as it hurts, and as furious as his issue makes her every time he lies to her to keep fucking his 'friend', she accepts the inevitable and files for divorce without telling him what she knows. Nie Mingjue never misses a single child support payment or his turn to take one or both of the girls, even when she knows he's broke or busy with his seasonal work.

[warrmonger-archive]

Hey bro i heard you like 🔥 so c'maaan gimmie your salt maaaan

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion.

(( gonna preface this by saying - if any of my moot moots are one side or the other, or consider themselves such - i got no beef with you. you're my homies, my real ones, my ride or dies; im open-minded to hearing your opinions. jus' dont send me any anon nastiness, ill cry REAL tears ))

honestly? i can't stand the black and white thinking in the rpc & fanfic communities as a whole. the whole pro-shipper/anti-shipper debate is extremely tiresome to apparently anyone who believes in nuance & grey situations.

like, on one side - you have people who will and do persecute people for the fucked up ships that they write. on the other, you have people who preach fiction is fiction and will willingly ignore the genuinly problematic people who take advantage of the notion of 'pro-shipping' in order to write their extreme fetishes ( ala, pedophilia / beastiality ).

i have always been anti-censorship. i always will be. i watch extreme cinema and read extreme manga / comics. nothing phases me. there are films that disturb me ( salo will /always/ make my uncomfy ) and obviously things i wont touch with a ten foot barge pole ( anything with kids / animals ) but for the most part, i'm very chill when it comes to what people want to write. i believe people should be honest about their kinks, preferences and things they wish to write.

if your partner is willing, it's consensual and tagged or under a read more. i have zero issues with it. but -

i have gotten sent hate before from 'pro-shippers' for stating my stance on anybody who wants to write smut with kids. literal hate for stating i'm against pedophilia. ( and im not talking about a 17 yr old being sexually active, im talking, like - literal children being sexualised ) like, what? i've been called purity police and all kinds of shit. like, me? purity police???? the bitch whose favourite comic is crossed and favourite manga, ichi the killer. LOL

my whole issue with the debate and the censorship / arguments in the rpc is that, it feels as though you HAVE to be one side or the other. you can't have a nuanced opinion, you can't understand that sometimes - there is a place for certain content, despite how extreme it is.

everybody is allowed a preference. you're allowed to be upset, offended, afraid, disgusted by or whatever else from x subject. every single individual is different and it's what makes us all beautiful. and i feel people need to really understand this. you can write extreme content but don't expect people to like it. on the other hand, if you don't like x content - don't attack someone for writing that content.

i just feel that there's wrong on both sides and i wish people would actually talk about the subject instead of throwing around attacks at each other. ultimately, whether anybody likes it or not - what you're writing is a footnote in the grand scheme of literature. you're writing on tumblr with your buddies and you're here to have fun.

if you wanna write an extreme sex scene with your consenting friends, go for it. if you don't want to write smut or you can't stand a certain ship, that is totally fine, too.

it's okay! both sides can be right without being aggressive or nasty.

like said, i would never label myself 'pro-ship' or any of that shit because i don't agree with that stance. i believe that there is a place for all content in all media in some, way, shape or form. i believe that rp is a slippery slope because it's a hobby that involves partners and is sociable. you have to please those around you and must understand that you can't wave around fetishes without a potential backlash. i agree people should write what they want, but i don't agree that there is a place for ( for example ) smut involving kids or animals. especially in the rpc. i've seen people 'joke' before about writing a pedo purely for exploration & to get a reaction. i can't imagine a more unenjoyable, questionable, horrific kind of thing to write in rp ( hell, even in media...that sort of character burns out and leaves creators depressed a/f).

i just wish people would talk, understand, and be open-minded. and - think about the bigger picture, too.

is this thing going to ride with you when you're offline?

probably not. so be respectful, have fun and just chill~

[thekaratcake-blog]

No he didn't lmao? You can't just make shit up when people can literally just read back and know that you're lying. And he literally has a severe mental illness along with, you know, the brain damage. Which you'd know if you knew enough about him to claim that he's done any of the things you say. You're just so sheltered that the worst thing that you can think of is saying "physically disabled" instead of "disabled" and you'll grasp at any straws and make anything up to make it look even an ounce less petty and immature than it is.

Honestly starting to doubt that you're the most physically disabled little bean ever like you're claiming, if everything else you say can be proven to be bullshit. Mighty weird that the first mention of physical disability on your blog at all is AFTER you were called out for being ableist against physically disabled people, hm? Weird...

I was also there observing the discourse when you were calling people slurs lmao. Another lie. Starting to feel like a theme with you.

Yes he did, you should absolutely read back and check, also if he has a severe mental illness, shouldn't be here, this is extremely bad for his mental health and it's also not an excuse for this shitty behaviour, it's not grasping at straws, you just need to learn how language works, nothing else I can say can be proven to be bullshit, great job as seemingly a not physically disabled person telling a physically disabled person how disabled they are, that makes you and your lil buddies look greaaaat, that's not true either, I've been talking about my disabilities for a while

And of course, I never called anyone a slur, if you want to just on that train of lies be my guest, but it's just blatantly untrue

Now is that all? You, somehow who clearly must have some issues of your own looking at the shit you somehow believe, I mean one of your first posts right now is you falling for what could not more clearly be bullshit

Go learn how language words, go read, go learn to not lie about people in the internet, and actually read your friend's words because they're absolutely disgusting

[xanaduecii]

#ReflectionEssay

𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗢𝘂𝘁?

by Justin Kurt Dela Vega

Does anyone wonder what's going on inside their head? This senior year of high school made me feel like I was part of the most anticipated cartoon movie, Inside Out. We felt different emotions that helped us understand more about the essence of life. I am 17 years old, still a kid, and still growing. We reflect on different experiences and adapt our own learning. I am thankful that this stage is part of the game to move forward and take advantage of to improve.

 

I felt the joy. Ever since I was a kid, I have been an achiever. It felt different for me because, as we grow older, the harder the challenges are. which means you need to strive harder in order to maintain the momentum where you are. There is a lot of pressure to achieve more; hence, I succeeded. I am happy because I accomplish a lot. There are a lot of opportunities that open the doors for me to know more about myself. I achieve those because, regardless of how hard it is, I tried and took the risk to be better, and learning some skills in different specific tasks will help you a lot.

 

I felt the sadness. There are numerous factors that contribute to my sadness. Especially when you are experiencing pressure and personal problems, it will add up. For example, my best friend died last month. It was my demonstration day as a student teacher when I found out that my friend had died. I was shocked and out of momentum. I tried my best to act professionally or in character. Hence, I felt that I was very distracted by my emotions at that time. I do manage that because I prioritize my purpose that day, and keeping up with others as to who you should be that day is a must. It's definitely the worst part of the year for me, but that experience helped me to be resilient and pessimistic in terms of the darkness I am experiencing.

 

I felt the fear. I am scared that someone will throw off some eyes that perceive disappointment. During these senior high school days, I am trying my best academically and in different forms for them to be proud of me. Hence, I am still making mistakes. Regardless of how I try, I misunderstand different concepts. My ego is the one who is operating my whole body, which makes everybody feel disappointed in me. What they feel about me is valid, especially being disappointed in me. Even though I have a fear of disappointment, I do accept their viewpoint on me because it is my fault that I made them feel like that. Not everyone will like you, and that's okay. What matters is that you be yourself and improve day by day.

 

I felt the disgust. I saw many students who were cheaters in their examinations. As a student who is struggling to do his best and continuously trying everything for me to achieve something with sole hard work, it is truly disgusting for me. Hence, I'll never let that emotion cover me up, but I'll use that as inspiration to do more than my best to excel and fight for what's right.

 

I felt the anger. Maybe for some, because it's normal to feel that way, but I am angry the most with myself. One of my personalities is candor. I love frankness because I am able to convey what I want to say with the emotions that I have. One of the examples is in the recent issue I had, where I became frank with a teacher privately. When I say something, I just want to say it honestly. I say that the teacher is only reading instead of teaching based on my observation and observation of many—especially some of the students in other sections who notice that too. The fact that I said that criticism behind his back is wrong, and I admit that. I am angry because my candor can make someone feel negative. Thus, this anger keeps telling me that backstabbing is wrong, and if you have concerns about someone, say them directly to them.

 

I felt a lot of emotions. I conclude that this senior high school life is such a roller coaster ride. We learned in different aspects, whether it's good or bad. As long as you're willing to digest and reflect on every inch of emotions, actions, and thoughts you have, you can show the brighter hue inside out.

[kelin-is-writing]

ok - thought

i think most people agree that dabi doesn't like the concept of marriage for obvious reasons and he never thought that he of all people would ever get married or even feel the need to

but then you show up and poor baby is hooked

he can't even imagine spending a single second without you and he tries to convince himself that marriage can work - that he can make it work

but he's terrified regardless because what if he turns out like his dad? what if he ends up hurting you somehow? he wouldn't want you to feel trapped with him but something about being able to call you truly his makes him think it might be worth the risk

so - question

do you think dabi would ever get married or even find the courage to propose? and in case he decides against it what would happen if you propose instead?

- 🥛

i’m sorry for the late answer milk, it’s just that since i got this ask i’ve been thinking about it nonstop. i took breaks from time to time to do things, but hell this ask kept haunting me because damn... this is such a good question honestly.

NOW, onto the answer.

i think that for a proposal to happen there’s gotta be an effort from both sides.

to be able to accept the idea of marriage, dabi first needs to realize his worth after that sorry ass father that he had crushed every single amount of self-love that was inside of little touya, this is something only you can help him with.

how? be genuine with him, never hold an ulterior motive when speaking to someone who has trust issues, because that way you’ll only make them close-up into themselves even more than they already were. if you’re genuine, sincere and warm with him someone like dabi who has never had something of that sort will slowly and naturally start lean into you feeling more at easy, without the need for him to always be on guard and ready to get hurt. because if it happened once, it can very well a second time and by not letting you into his heart (that he thought would be unbothered as of now, he was wrong) dabi is already putting up a defensive mechanism to prevent anything and anyone from getting close to him.

he’s actually someone who’s very sensitive and emotional for me who feels things a lot more than some other peoples, yes even as dabi (i mean, if he didn’t then how do you explain his flames bursting at sekoto peak?), he has also spent lot of time watching others over the years he spent alone and reading someone for him is basically a piece of cake as of now, so his wary attitude towards others intentions makes him very observant on their actions and if he sees something off about you, what you say or do, dabi is gonna distance himself right away; he’s done being hurt.

but (there’s always gotta be a “but...”) the moment he's at the start of opening up to you and letting his guard lower a tad bit, he’s panicking right away of you because what if he disappoints you or lets you down? what if you start ignoring him? what if you end up hating him?

shit he’s in fucking trouble now, because he’s already starting to think that a future with you might actually be not so bad but also... possible?

this is when dabi realizes that he has been lowering his guard as you two kept spending time together, it’s just that... your genuineness and sincerity were so blinding, so welcoming, so comforting, so reassuring, that he mindlessly had gave into them.

he truly thinks that he doesn’t deserve you, you’re too good. a gem, a rare and precious one.

it was seriously a tragedy for him, because now that he realized how he did want a future with you, along with it has also come more and more the fear of becoming like his father.

only the thought of such a thing makes dabi gag in disgust.

this is essentially why he has never dared bring up marriage, things were fine as they were right now for the moment.

if it were for dabi, he would marry you on the spot but as of now he’s too much of a coward to even just mention it, at least not until he has settled what he has to set and grow out of his father’s shadow that was forced upon him from the scumbag himself since a young age.

he knows what are the thing his father did wrong so he can very well avoid them since he’s smart, but he’s also greedy and ambitious... so what if he unintentionally repeats that man’s mistakes? he would hate that and himself.

but you know the say that goes, the more time you spend with someone the more you become like them? you’re such a good damn influence to him and his life, even the league has noticed it by the way he has started to behave with them and this has started to make him more confident that: yes, he can in fact make you happy the way you deserve.

you gave him that confidence.

in a case like this i think he wouldn’t hold back from proposing to you, actually he would bring it up pretty casually and have you dumbfounded by how out of nowhere it came.

but if he still is unsure about himself, still doesn’t have that confidence and you proposed instead— dabi would be shocked, to say the least, before asking you why would you want to marry him and starting to tell you that he might become someone as despicable as his father in future, that you might get hurt if you decide to stay by his side and that he’s bound to disappoint you.

this poor boy only needs to be reassured, he’s seriously too hard on himself by every meaning. so if you want him to say yes that badly at your proposal, you gotta first open his eyes on what a good boyfriend he has been until now (because i’m 100% sure he is) and that he’s gonna be even better in future because you two will go through it together.

if you give him the reassurance and confidence he needs for such an important step in your lives, i don’t think dabi is gonna turn you down and even if he doesn’t look like it he’s actually ecstatic.

a life by the side of his precious sunshine is everything he needs.

that being said everyone—

ALWAYS STAY CLOSE TO PEOPLES THAT FEELS LIKE SUNSHINE!!!!!!