#ngs speaks

[plumdiggity]

There’s a standing event with my friends, we all come over to a place to hang out and drink and catch up and watch movies. The last couple of times I’ve blacked out but that’s kind of my fault for drinking on an empty stomach and no one else seems to mind me staying the night.

I’m the last to arrive, stuck in traffic, and the only spot free is right in the middle of the couch so I wedge myself in between and am immediately handed a drink. We’re just watching old vine compilation videos so it’s not weird that the video ends and another starts every few minutes. It takes me a few seconds to realise the next video isn’t vines or memes. It’s… porn. People with backs hunched wordlessly moaning and thrusting into some girl whose face is covered by another girls thighs assumedly being eaten out. It sounds brutal, balls slapping so loud I’m surprised if it doesn’t hurt. I laugh a little, about to make a joke about someone accidentally adding in their porn collection but stop when I recognise the couch. It’s the one I’m currently sitting on. I look around to gauge everyone else’s reactions but all eyes are on me.

“We were surprised that even after the 5th time we drugged you that you still never caught on. So we thought we’d skip that this time.”

“Yeah. Either you’re completely oblivious or way more of a slut than we thought.”

My eyes pivot back to the screen in time to see the camera pull back and the angle change and I’m watching myself getting manhandled into a new position. Straddling someone and hands shoving me down onto their thick cock, then pushed forward so my ass was more exposed for a second to slam into me as well. My cries are muffled and the camera turns so I see my drugged out self struggling to deepthroat a huge strap on that I’m told is going to split my tight ass if I don’t slobber it up enough.

I barely register that my glass had been taken out of my hand and my best friend has started sliding her hand up my thigh under my skirt. I don’t hear the rustling of clothing being removed but I let out an involuntary whimper when my bestie rubs her fingers over my panties and leans in close to whisper “I’m gonna make you squirt with that strap in your ass this time.”

[grimesgirll]

being punish by rick & daryl, maybe for being a brat and going against their rules

“this is so elementary, rick.”

“yeah? and so is behavin’.”

you arch and whimper when another particularly painful swat lands against your bottom.

“but you seemed to miss the memo on that.”

the ricktatorship may be over but breaking one of rick’s golden rules results in corporal punishment. the only difference is that this time, rick isn’t just lecturing you but bending you over and none other than your daryl backs him up in his correcting of you.

you’re deliriously wet feeling his erection beneath you. it turns you on to no end knowing that you could squeeze an orgasm or two out of your lovers, “proving a point.”

rules are rules.

and rick and daryl declared that you can’t leave the gates until your concussion’s healed up.

at the tail end of a weekend run, you had the misfortune of running into a walker and being body slammed into the pavement of the hardware store parking lot beneath you. after a visit with denise determined that you’d acquired a light concussion, you were immediately instructed to take it easy, given some pain pills, and sent home with rick to draw you a bath.

your ex-sheriff had been so tender stepping you into the bath with him, spending enough time bathing and relaxing the tension in your muscles and below your concussion in your neck. he’s even sweeter toweling you off.

that’s why rick is beyond furious to find out that you’ve run out to the local big box store to comb for back inventory with sasha, aaron, and eugene.

“you were supposed to be here,” rick huffs. “healing. but no. you had to go and be stubborn.”

“disrespectin’ doctor’s orders,” daryl chimes in.

you let out a whine in disappointment, dejected that your younger lover won’t meet your doe eyes or talk rick down. daryl deferred to rick, if not out of reverence for your leader, then because he couldn’t help but want to see what happens next. he could try but he’s not immune to the mewls coming out of your honeyed lips or how your watery eyes have his pants suddenly feelin’ a little too tight.

tonight daryl won’t be saving you. why would he? you’re wriggling onto rick, wet little thing. why would he stand in the way of you getting stuffed full of cock just the way you like it?

you’re not quite there yet.

annoyed grievances float through your mind and out your mouth. just as they had earlier, your vexed complaints have rick tensing, rolling his eyes at you. just like you’d dismissed him initially once you’d pranced through the door with arms full of scavenged finds.

“my concussion’s healed,” you insist, still struggling on top of rick but not enough to actually get yourself anywhere. “there was no reason for me not to go.”

“uh uh,” rick hums and takes your chin in his hand, craning your neck back to look into his eyes, still irate, not yet succumbing to the sight of you on his lap like this.

“rick,” you’re protesting. you turn your head to daryl, who’s standing and observing the scene unfolding. “daryl,” you pout once he catches your gaze. “you know i was feeling better.”

“but you’re bein’ an asshole, baby.”

“just like rick - ah!”

“now what was that?”

now you don’t just feel rick’s sturdy hand against your ass but the lash of his leather belt.

“fuck!” you moan, wincing as a second strike burns not just your bottom but your core. your eyes flutter back up to rick. “you’re so not being fair right now.”

the ex-sheriff just shakes his head at you. “rules are rules,” and you’re writhing beneath the impact of another blow to your reddened rear.

“you like that, honey?” rick questions. “you like gettin’ spanked and not listenin’.” his grip loosens on the belt, dropping it from one hand to delve fingers first towards your dripping heat. he smirks at you. “knew i felt somethin’ wet my pants.”

it’s teasing - not even a punishment anymore, just gloating when he raises a glistening finger to the light.

“you always love this, don’t you?”

the frown you’re sending daryl for calling you out doesn’t stay on for long; rick abandons the belt turns you upright, situated on his lap before he plunges his middle and ring finger inside of you.

your face scrunches with surprise and softens, tensing again when he kneads your walls open. that pulsing pressure that had come to life as soon as rick had you bent over his lap is finally coming to fruition. every curl of rick’s fingers has you groaning like a walker.

“gonna spend a lot of time stretchin’ you out tonight, doll, but you’re still gonna need to learn your lesson. rules are rules.” he emphasizes his point by picking up the pace, earning purrs and pants from you.

“what’s my lesson?” the question comes from your lips, heavy with breath. the smirk you’re finally indulging daryl in invites him close enough to thumb over the fabric of your top.

“wanna know what your lesson is?”

you nod. the younger man’s eyes cloud with lust at you finally shuttin’ up and listening.

“you need to take care of yourself.”

rick accentuates daryl’s point with a grip on your hips and a beckoning finger against your plush interior. “you said your concussion was healed but you shouldn’t be pushin’ yourself like that.” he expresses in words, eyes softening. “we get worried ‘bout you.”

the fact that they may just be overly protective had crossed your mind. perhaps.

“‘you sorry for worryin’ us?” daryl’s on the bed, boots off and a hard on in front of you.

no response comes from you until rick’s working one out of you. the fingers dragging against your plush interior thrust further. your mouth opens in shock when a third finger wedges it’s way into you.

“yes,” you breathe, locking eyes with daryl. “i just thought you took care of me already.” your pants are rocky but the meaning you put into each word is unshakeable. “i don’t need to be on bed rest for a week.”

“yeah, yeah,” rick gruffs into your ear. you shiver when you feel his lips on brushing against your ear. “i don’t think you would’ve been complainin’ if we would’ve spent less time letting you rest and more time doin’ this, sweetheart.”

and he’s right.

one arm wrapped around your midsection, rick anchors you to him to rock you in time with his fervent fingers. one head nod from the man to daryl has him tugging off your top. the light squeezes to your chests and you’re basking in his touch. that nod might’ve been synonymous with daryl tripping every wire of pleasure your erogenous zones have to offer. and your favorite, talented mouth is puckering around your puffu nipple.

it’s like your night flashes before you when you come. you struggle to connect how you went from first being face down in the comforter to gushing all over rick’s thick fingers.

daryl is right there to steal the sweet sounds from your luscious lips, locking those velvety soft love vessels with his.

the whole thing has rick growing in his boxers. even as your cunt clamps down around his fingers, you cant and buck down into the denim of his straight legs. another look between your lovers and you’re right back where you started. you’re giggling as you bounce on the mattress from rick manhandling you into position.

now for the fun part.

“now come over here and show daryl how you’re supposed to use that pretty mouth.”

[shaggydogstail]

FourPlay String Quartet have posted on Instagram in support of Neil Gaiman's victims.

It's a good statement; simple, solid, and to the point. Glad to see it.

TEXT: fourplaysq - We, the members of FourPlay String Quartet, are shocked and devastated by the appalling allegations against Neil Gaiman, with whom we’ve worked for over 14 years. We stand unequivocally with his victims, and all victims of sexual violence and emotional abuse.

[blushingbubbles]

thank u @drippingdenialslut for ur denial wrapped :) i wanted to give credit where it was deserved!!! i hope u dont mind that i made it work for a free use toy <3

and if anyone would like me to keep track of something else let me know please :)

[shima-draws]

I’m going to fucking CRY OH my god so for those of you who don’t know I’m a HUGE Vocaloid fan. And DECO*27 is my favorite Vocaloid producer. And DECO just dropped a reloaded version of a song I am very very familiar with

Crime and Punishment was the very very first Vocaloid song I ever heard, way back in like. Middle school. I remember bc it was on Flipnote Hatena lol so that was literally the song that got me into Vocaloid. And DECO did it AGAIN I’m going to explode I love this song so much I’m so fucking emo right now

[kathsthots]

lax and coffee at 9am on a weekday? it’s more likely than you think

[yume-chiyo]

One(1) styro y'all

Idk image ai frfr tw all fake sfw

YIPPIE STYRO YIPPIEE

id cut more but I can't risk my mom seeing that

[hickeygender]

so we all know the explicit sakai deer imagery, right? despite stags being associated with kazumasa, deer are still an appropriate symbol for jin as well (fast, silent, peaceful rather than predatory by nature but still capable of killing). since jin = deer, what would ryuzo best be represented by? maybe there's some textual hint, or hidden dialogue that we could go off of? maybe it's not explicit, but-

yeah, no. the game literally awards you this trophy right after you recruit him. the only way i think they could get more explicit with the shady wolf analogy is by calling the trophy "the big bad wolf", or "wolf in sheep's clothing".

ryuzo - passionate, unpredictable, violent ryuzo - being compared to a wolf is fitting, even more so when you consider the trophy refers to multiple wolves, meaning the straw hats. he was taken in by them, an unruly, masterless group, and he became their leader. despite betraying jin, he doesn't lack loyalty entirely; he only remains loyal to those he views as family after they took him in following the tournament.

his primary motivations in the narrative are staying fed, and providing for his family. he doesn't care about playing nice, or fighting clean, or lessening collateral damage. if his belly is full and his family is fed, none of that matters, and i can't think of a more apt description of that mentality than wolfish.

[acheemient]

Thinking of making a list of fics that can be stand ins for season/series 3 if it comes down to it 🤔

[redlollygag]

hey did anyone else sob watching midnight mass on Netflix or are you normal

[plumdiggity]

If I beg really nicely, would you let me make out with another girl while we grind on a double-ended dildo and you and your friend fuck our asses?

[aspiringmate]

Smoking for the first time and getting fisted for the first time in the same play session was fucking insane,,

Got so overstimulated that I cried when I came around their fist

[jos-reblog-emporium]

I need to practice edging. I need to practice getting to that edge and staying there. And I need to practice being conscious about it. It's on my bucket list to edge and stay edge for a full 24 hours.

[thieves-in-the-palace]

jumps into ur ask box hello. hi. what are ur ng+ time loop thoughtz

god i have. a lot of thoughts about ng+ time loops in general. in relation to this post tho i specifically have Some Thoughts about Akira going through the loops trying to figure out why he's stuck there, how to get out, etc and also having to contend with Akechi dying every time but also like…the inevitable emotional cycles that come with watching the same guy die over and over.

✧ "Who is more unlucky here? The one who will die every time but never remember? Or the one who will live every time and always remember?" –> "Me. I'm the more unlucky one. What's this dude's fucking problem" –> "What's MY fucking problem? Why does this keep happening to me? Why doesn't anyone else remember? Why can't I escape this? Why does Akechi have to die every time??" –> "What's this dude's FUCKING problem–"

✧ does it count as a parasocial relationship if you know the guy irl and also it's based on the weird sense of kinship that comes with being doomed to repeatedly live through the same year over and over while he's doomed to die every time. hand in hand they are BOTH doomed baybee

✧ You know how Akechi is often portrayed as having Death Note-esque internal monologues when interacting with Akira? That but Akira is having his own wildly different internal monologue that sounds a lot like "okay you shit idiot. what's it gonna take to keep you from dying"

✧ The rest of the Thieves are surprised when Akira doesn't seem to react to Akechi's death, but they figure he's trying to keep it together for the sake of the mission. Truly tho Akira is mentally cussing Akechi out and lamenting the fact they're gonna have to fight god again soon. rip lawboy you would've loved fighting ol' yaldy

✧ Futaba hacks Akira's phone (for enrichment) and sees his most recent google search "is it bad to stop feeling bad after the 15th time you watch the same person die or are you allowed to start getting annoyed about it" – maybe he's going through something similar to what she went through w/ her mom? She starts prodding him about his past, but it doesn't really get her anywhere…

(If u want to get even more into Game-Based Reality Nonsense u could even say that Futaba can't find anything on Akira aside from his criminal record. No hospital records, no school info, no nothing. It's like the guy didn't even exist before the day he got arrested. Akira might not have any answers either, which, u know, doesn't help with the mental strain caused by being stuck in a time loop. Does he even exist outside of the loop? If the loop ended, would he disappear with it? etc etc)

✧ At the beginning of each loop, Akira makes a list of things that might break the time loop, updating it as needed. "Akechi survives" is at the top of the list every time bc it's one of the only things that never happens.

✧ Akira just generally having a slightly shorter temper w/ Akechi bc truly. How do u go through this sort of ordeal w/o wanting to rattle him like a maraca after a point. He won't hesitate to call Akechi cringe when the guy leans too heavily on his Pleasant Lawboy™ persona.

They wind up sparring in Mementos more frequently bc this Akira is more willing to entertain Akechi's bloodlust; fighting is a good outlet for Akira's own frustrations. Akechi keeps getting more and more annoyed each time tho bc why tf can this attic trash keep up with him? How is he predicting Akechi's attacks so well? (Akechi's going to start spitting fire if he ever finds out Akira has been holding back during their fights lmao. Akira can easily trounce him in 1v1 since like…3 loops ago?)

✧ Akira spending so much time annoyed and even furious w/ Akechi for not having enough self-preservation to survive even one loop only to ultimately circle right back into The Guilt + Sorrow bc god, all this time and he still can't figure out how to keep this fuckhead alive?

And it IS guilt Akira feels, unfortunately. Makoto and Futaba were both antagonistic towards the Phantom Thieves at first, too. Just spending some time with them was enough to reveal how getting screwed over by adults guided their actions; it doesn't absolve them of threatening the group, but it makes them easier to forgive.

Akira wonders, sometimes, if he's too quick to forgive Akechi. He's killed people, and he claims to be perfectly okay with being a murderer so long as it means he can reach his goals. But Akechi is a liar all the way down, too, because a cold-hearted killer wouldn't sacrifice himself for his enemies. He wouldn't give up his only shot at vengeance so easily after going through years of hell to achieve it. Yet Akechi still dies in that boiler room every time. Akechi never truly hates Akira, and Akira can't quite bring himself to ever truly hate Akechi, either.

But then Akira sees Akechi alive and well and smiling for the camera in the next loop, and he gets the abrupt urge to lay the guy out.

✧ "I want you to live. I also never want to see you again."

✧ And all of this is w/o getting into P5R's third semester hijinks. Akira thinking he's finally escaped the time loop only to realize that something Worse is happening now.

And Akechi is still there, because of fucking course he is–

[kathsthots]

adding alcohol to the calorie counter and still being under

[tallmadgeandtea]

“Vote for Andre” okay well I was at the court martial held by a Board of General Officers on September 29, 1780, and they DID vote for Andre and looked what happened. He DIED. A vote for John Andre is a vote for the gallows!