#problematic underwear

[multicritter]

Since the high res hypnosister art keeps coming up have this piece my partner did of my bunny filling the role (with Maddy as the familiar) (art by @vlueauvier)

[sleepy-bear-tm]

The way my brain hasn’t let go of Asterion is horrendous.

[l1tw1ck]

William Afton on the list?! AND requests open??? Oh lawd… could we get something with ftm!William and his problematic young male employee who he uses as stress relief by letting him fuck him over his desk, or having him down under his desk eating him out 🤕🤒 I’m ill for that old man

William's Puppy

dom!bottom!ftm William x sub!top!amab Reader

🔪 Word Count: 1,427 🔪

AFAB Language Used | I uh... got a lil carried away .....

CW: Boss/Employee Relationship, Cunnilingus, Pet Play (Reader gets called puppy and wears collar + leash), Handjob, Begging, Cum Swallowing, Teasing, Desk Sex, Creampie

You're not the greatest employee ever, you’ve been fired multiple times because of your attitude. The only reason William hired you is because of your looks. When he gave you the job, he told you he wouldn't fire you but discipline you instead. You need a job so you agreed.

Your first lesson was when you talked back to a rude patron and got sent to his office. You looked at him with the assumption that you’ll get some sort of work related punishment like cleaning the floor or getting your pay docked.

“An attitude is one thing but cursing someone out? You’ll make the company look bad if I let you go back to work.”

You lower your head in shame. It's hard to keep up appearances when people are such assholes. It's not your fault customers are entitled.

“So, I’ll give you a different job.”

You perk up.

“You’ll be my assistant from now on. I expect you to be at my beck and call, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m a little tired from having to deal with your case, how about you help relieve some of my stress?” He unbuckles his belt and you immediately understand what's going on. He motions for you to come over and pulls off his pants then his underwear. You walk over to his side of the desk and crawl under when he instructs you to. You're not going to deny the opportunity to not only eat out your boss but also potentially fuck him too. You’d be an idiot if you did. You drag your tongue up his cunt before fully diving in. You've already fallen in love with his taste. “Just like that..” He grins. He throws his head back and murmurs praises to you, his voice getting more and more unsteady the longer you eat him out.

You're unbelievably hard but you don't even make an attempt to touch yourself. You have a feeling he wouldn't like that so you focus completely on his pleasure.

William lets out a particularly loud moan before grabbing the back of your head and desperately grinding against your face, stopping you from getting air. You don't have to worry about your oxygen for long though, thanks to William coming on your face.

William lets go of you and the both of you take a few moments to catch your breaths. He wipes your face with his hand, brushing away his hair and slick. You watch him pull his pants back up and return to a presentable state, realizing he's not going to let you fuck him today. He notices your boner and decides to take pity on you. He didn't plan on it initially but how could he leave such a cute puppy to deal with their boner alone? “Get up.” He orders. You get out from under his desk and stand up. “Sit.” He points to the chair you were previously sitting in.

You immediately take a seat. William walks over to you and sits on your lap. He leans into your ear. “You did so well, puppy.” He says, unzipping your fly and pulling out your cock. “You deserve a reward.” He spits on his hand and slowly begins to jerk you off.

You lean back, letting out low moans of pleasure. It feels amazing despite the slow pace.

William shifts in his place so that he's sitting on your thigh, rather than your lap. He starts grinding down on you and brings you into a sloppy kiss. He picks up the pace by a lot, roughly but pleasurably jerking you off. You feel like you're on cloud 9. Your combined body heat is making you lose your mind. You start to lose track of time, only acknowledging the pleasure you feel and the man on top of you.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss and looks at you with a smile. He can tell you’re close. “You wanna come, don't you?” He grips your cock, just tight enough to make you whimper. You nod your head rapidly.

“Then beg like a good boy.”

“Please let- let me come, sir~” You beg. He resumes his movements until you come, his hand manages to catch your cum before it can get anywhere else. He brings his cum covered hand to his face and licks up all of your cum. “Th- thank- thank you, sir-”

William gently grips your neck, rubbing his thumb on your skin. “Your neck seems empty…” He frowns without any real sadness behind it. You look at him like an excited pup, knowing exactly what he's trying to say. He smiles at your reaction. “I’ll make sure to fix this.” He kisses your cheek. “See you on Monday.”

William hands you a gift box. You open it with excitement and grin when you see a collar inside. Instead of a bell, there's a heart charm with “Property of William Afton” engraved on the back of it.

William takes out the collar and orders you to kneel, which you do without a second thought. He puts the collar on for you, making the situation feel more intimate than before. He turns around and grabs a leash, connecting it to your collar. “Watch me.” He orders. You stare at him intensely as he slowly removes his clothes, practically teasing you. His shoes and socks go first, then his tie, and then he slowly unbuttons his shirt. He takes it off completely and then throws it aside. His pretty looking nipples catch your eye and then you notice his happy trail, which leads to the breathtaking pussy you’ve been fantasizing about the entire weekend. It feels agonizingly slow as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his slacks. You start drooling in anticipation, making him chuckle. He pulls his pants off and then sits up on his desk, which he cleared earlier.

He spreads his legs and teasingly rubs himself through his light colored boxers, his slick steadily bleeding through the fabric. Your cock is practically weeping. Turned on by your expression, William decides to stop teasing you. At least with this method. He pulls his underwear off and beckons for you to come over. You stand up and stand in between his legs. He hooks his legs around your waist and forces you to get closer, so close that your clothed boner is against his bare cunt. He grabs your leash and brings you into a kiss. He rubs his pussy against your hard-on, drenching your pants in his slick. He's making this so hard for you. It takes a lot of strength to be able to hold back. You have to go against your instincts and let him take the lead.

He pulls away from the kiss and finally decides to grant you your wish. “Strip.” He commands. You excitedly remove all your clothes. William looks at your throbbing cock with pity.

“Can I put it in, sir?” You ask, completely unable to mask your excitement.

“Of course.”

Despite your eagerness, you gently hold his waist and slowly ease your way inside William’s soft walls. You bite down on your lip as you enter his wet heat, trying not to come before you can even bottom out. He notices this and chuckles. You're so cute to him. You don't realize until it's too late but you were gripping him too hard.

“Sorry-” You loosen your grip.

“Be as rough as you want. Who am I to stop you from following your instincts?” William smiles. He knew exactly how his words would impact you. You go back to roughly gripping his waist and shove your cock all the way inside, earning a sexy moan from the man beneath you. You immediately start rutting into him, fucking his tight heat with desperation and vigor. You let out a string of curses and praises, raving about how good he feels.

You lean into his neck, breathing heavily as you fuck him. He can hear you even more clearly now. He especially enjoys it when you whine. You take one of your hands away from his waist and bring it to his dick. He gasps and starts to moan even louder as you please his most sensitive area.

“Yes– keep going~” William moans.

Surprisingly, William is the first to reach his orgasm. Unsurprisingly, the feeling of him clenching around your cock causes you to come next. You slow down before stopping completely to catch your breath. You move away from his neck and look at him.

He pets you. “Good job, puppy.”

[carlitosalcaritos]

your fave is problematic - Rafael Nadal edition

- most typed sentence is ‘hola a todos’

- ombelible grasp of the English language

- can’t stick to one career (tennis player, golfer, underwear model, dad, helicopter pilot, Tony from reception, Roger Federer’s husband)

- won Roland Garros more than should be humanly possible (cyborg?)

- once said he didn’t want to look like he was going to be Roger Federer’s boyfriend and then subsequently leapt into Roger Federer’s arms at Laver Cup

- probably does his pre-serve routine in his sleep

- ugly crier (sorry)

- crusher of Daniil Medvedev’s hopes and dreams

- hairline peaked in 2005 and it’s all been downhill since then

- can’t watch his matches with the video off because it sounds very dodgy just listening to the grunts

- pioneered sleeveless shirts and no one has ever lived up to him

- once prank texted Andy Murray telling him he looked sexy during Andy’s romantic dinner with his wife

- doesn’t understand Stefanos Tsitsipas (same)

- basically only owns one working leg and still won 22 grand slams

(- this isn’t a roast but one time Novak Djokovic said he’d like to become Rafa’s underwear and that’s simply too iconic not to mention)

[raimentei]

“is it ok to like dandadan”

“can i still like dandadan even if its problematic”

“it features minors in their underwear therefore it is bad”

do you all sit in a perfectly white room eating saltines and watching bluey all day or something

nah but for real

it is ok to enjoy things you like to watch/read and engage with. there is nothing to be ashamed of in that regard. also dandadan is extremely tame and literally i feel like people blow its themes WAY out of proportion.

“there are teens in their underpants!!! or naked sometimes!!” i think this may be controversial to say but im about to blow your mind….. the fact that there are teens in their undies or even naked doesnt equate to sexualization! we arent supposed to find those scenes sexy. we are supposed to be either embarrassed for them (like the scene where okarun and momo are caught in the hallway), or its played for laughs. never is it meant to be taken in a “sexy” kind of way. like we arent really given a lot of male gaze scenes of momo or aira, and when okarun is naked/in his undergarments, its often played EXCLUSIVELY for comedic effect

i think you all are genuinely afraid to be cancelled/shunned just for liking a fictional/animated show that features partial nudity of 16-17 year olds. and that is a little sad to me! if you like the show for its storytelling and characters and whatnot, then go ahead and like it!!!!

LMAO i feel like im defending this show with my life every time i bring it up

[fashionteahouse]

Could u do a Seth x reader where Leah and sue are always watching over them because they already have a baby are making sure they have everything under control and Seth just wants alone time with his imprint

sure sure ! hope you enjoy :)

judge judy - seth x reader

The door closed as the warm milk was being sucked dry from the bottle. The beautiful small eyes looked up at his mother as you lovingly looked back.

Their eyes getting heavy, you continue to softly rock in the rocking chair that you had received as a gift from the baby shower that was thrown while you were pregnant.

Soon, the baby’s mouth let go of the nipple of the bottle, letting you know that they weren’t interested in drinking anymore. Setting the bottle down, you go to rise but Seth walks over and smiles down at his child.

“Asleep already?” Seth whispers as you nod, passing him the baby as he held his arms out.

Laying a soft but gentle kiss on the baby’s soft cloth hat, he lays the sleeping baby in the bassinet.

Once you knew that the baby was out of Seth’s hands, you make your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and lay your cheek on his back.

Pulling back, he turns around and pulls you to him, giving you a kiss that showed how much he missed you while he was gone.

His cropped hair was between your delicate fingers as tongues and lips meet again and again.

Sue made sure to make her footsteps extra loud as you both separate from each other before her figure meets the doorway.

“Fresh laundry.” Sue says coming into the room and starts putting them away.

Seth had a wave of embarrassment as you stood awkwardly. Seth brings on nervous chuckle, “It’s okay. We can put them away, mom.”

Sue flicks her arm in a non problematic manner, “It’s no bother! I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?”

“Uh..” Seth says as he looks at you meeting his eyes.

“Of course you did, mom.” Leah says as she coos quietly to the sleeping baby, “Not interrupting them brought this little cutie into the world. Yes, they did.”

“Shut it! Okay, there’s no need to be a party here all of a sudden.” Seth says as he guides them out.

“Door, open. The baby needs air coming into this room.” Sue says as leaves out with the empty laundry basket.

“Yeah, yeah I know.” Seth says as he picks up the empty bottle that was next to the rocking chair and follows her out.

As you and Seth lie awake at night, you both look to ceiling as you both pillow talk.

“It wouldn’t hurt you know, to have some type of alone time. We aren’t children.” Seth huffs to the ceiling.

“I think they’re just looking out for us.” You whisper but Seth knew you, he gives you a look.

You chuckle quietly as you say, “But, it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Exactly.” Seth whispers.

You both quietly snicker together.

You both sit in silence. With no activity nor movement, the house settled into quietness.

“Just keep your clothes on.” You whisper to him, keeping the covers over both bodies.

Seth put both hands behind his head as he kept his face to the ceiling, he was patient.

You slowly but steadily snaked your hand down his stomach until your hand slithered onto his heavy bulge.

Kicking your underwear off, you kept it into your hand as your hand sensually stroked him up and down. He kept his same position, biting his lip to quiet his groans. As he poured the last of himself into your underwear, you hear as bedroom door open.

Eyes big and trying to stay cool under pressure, Seth pulls himself back into his sleep shorts as he rises up from the bed. He shoved the sticky covered item that he was currently holding, into his pocket as you turn over to the other side.

Seth beat Leah into the bathroom.

“Come on, you didn’t want to get in there until you heard me coming.”

Leah says after knocking on the bathroom door with her index finger knuckle.

You get up, remembering to keep a bottle handy in case late night cries prevail, you pass Leah. A hand on the railing you look to her as her arms were crossed, waiting for her turn.

“Can you come with me? I’m making a bottle.” you tell her.

Even though she had to use the bathroom, she gladly followed you down the stairs. With you and Leah chattering quietly, Seth waits until you both travel down the stairs and hurried to wash himself and his hands off. He discards the evidence into the bottom of the laundry basket, hiding them with the few items that were in there.

The bottle meets the baby’s lips as you all sat around the table for breakfast the next morning.

“Alright, Sue. You did our laundry this week, it’s my turn to do everybody’s.” you say, not wanting to be caught in anyway, anytime soon.

“How nice of you. If only Seth would offer such a thing.” Sue says as she glanced at the son who was in a way lighter mood.

“I do. But you don’t trust me.” he says, you look at him with a quirk eye as the statement had double meaning.

“Okay, it’s my turn.” Leah says as she’s finished eating and wants to take the baby into her arms.

“I’m just gonna head in the shower.” you tell her, rising with your empty plate, taking Seth’s as well.

“Fine by me.” Leah says, but all of her attention was on getting to know the cuteness overload that was pleased to be held by their aunt.

Coming out of the shower, a towel was wrapped around you as Seth comes out of nowhere to pull you into the bedroom that you both shared.

Closing the door softly, he scoops you up and the kiss was so heated that pants filled the room. As lips meet your neck, you eyes eye the door and you whisper, “What about-”

“Leah’s asleep with the baby and mom is working in the garden.” he says in a hurried state and he didn’t have to say no more as you let your towel drop.

He kept his mouth on yours as he thrusted pressure. Clutching onto him, you both were so close. You both could almost feel it. The high was getting higher and higher as Seth grounded his hips into yours.

A knock knocks on the door. With you both so in the moment, neither of you slow down. You two were almost there.

As you both reached each other’s peak, Sue turns the doorknob. Seth hurries under the covers to cover his bottom half as your towel went back around you.

“Seth. out.” Sue says.

Completely naked underneath the blankets, a shade of red covers his face. He just didn’t know what to do.

With fast thinking, you grab the clothes you planned on wearing.

“It’s okay. I’ll just change into the bathroom.” you just say and Seth silently thanks you telepathically.

As the bathroom door closes, Sue narrows her eyes at Seth.

“I thought you were going for a run.”

“I just got back.” Seth answers not meeting his mother’s eyes.

“Really? Who do you think I am?”

Seth sighs as his hands flop in his lap from defeat.

“Grab the baby from Leah. When Y/N comes out, we’re going to have to make some arrangements. You might have to start sleeping on the couch.”

“Come on, mom.” Seth starts to whine at the unfairness.

Sue gives her son a stern look as she leaves out of the room. He couldn’t wait the day that he didn’t have to succumb to such ridiculous rules. Seth just hoped that you knew the answer of persuading his mother to not take extra measures.

[bookshelfdreams]

I think, for every one of us, there is a popular post that we hate A Lot, because it is either factually wrong or reductive, and while this isn't the post I hate The Most, it still irks me.

So, here's how to care for natural fibres:

Wool: Does not like to be washed, but that doesn't mean it can't get wet. What is problematic is the agitation in combination with heat and soap - that leads to felting. Wool garments do not go in the washing machine (unless they're superwash treated, but even then, I would skip the spin cycle) or dryer. However! Wool makes up for that by being antibacterial and repelling dirt. A wool garment will not smell, as long as you treat it right (ie air it out, do not stuff it into storage damp, etc). It will not need to be washed often. If you do wash it, soak with wool detergent, gently squeeze, dry lying flat (if you wring it or hang it up, it will stretch out).

Silk: DO NOT PUT IT IN THE DRYER WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU. Some silks can be gently(!!!!!!) washed in the washing machine, no spin cycle, dry lying flat. Washing can compromise the structural integrity of both the fabric and garment; something stiff, that needs to keep its shape (for example, jackets or dresses, dupion) goes to the dry cleaner. It is true that flowy, light silks, such as habotai, can generally withstand the washing machine - but it will make the fabric age faster. Wear underwear to protect your garment from sweat, and you won't have to wash it as often.

Cotton: We all know how to care for cotton. Moving along. (I will say one thing, cotton is the only one of these fibres that really does stink, and needs to be washed the most.)

Linen: Will not care about temperature shocks or mechanical stress, that much is true. However. Linen does not like dry heat at all, if you want your linens to last a long time, do not put them in the dryer. Do not iron them dry either, always use either steam or spray them with water (ideally, both). Linen also doesn't take colour as well as cotton and bleaches easily, so turn your colourful linens inside out, wash them on low temperature, and don't dry them in direct sunlight.

In general, tumble drying significantly shortens the lifespan of any garment, even cotton. As does fabric softener (and its general usefulness is questionable, to say the least). Avoid both as much as possible.

[babywriter]

Janine liked to go to school diapered. It turned her on. It also took quite a bit of courage to do so as she was terrified anybody would find out her little secret. There had been a few close calls, but by now Janine had grown comfortable with her choice of underwear. She had also grown complacent and less worried about hiding it. So what if someone she didn’t know would see the waistband of a medical diaper? This was college and she was free. It did become more problematic when someone she did know ended up seeing it.

While Janine was picking her books up, she carelessly showed the tip of her padded underwear to Brenda. Brenda was not a friend. In High School, she had been a mean girl who had gleefully spread rumors about Janine. Of course, Brenda bursted out laughing when she saw the diaper.

“Oh my god. This is-WOW. You are such a baby, Janine.” A little too loud perhaps as people wondered what was going on. Janine looked troubled when she stood up.

“What?” she asked.

“Oh I think we need to talk.” said Brenda. She grabbed Janine’s hand and led her out of the class.

“What are you doing? Let me go.” Janine remained steadfastly calm as she didn’t want to provoke the other girl.

“I know what I saw.” said Brenda. “You didn’t need diapers before.”

“So what if I didn’t?”

“I’m just saying. It would be a shame if others found out…”

“Please don’t.” asked Janine. In hindsight, this was a terrible reaction as Brenda now held all the cards.

“Oh I shouldn’t, should I? Why not, huh? There’s nothing to be ashamed of by being a little miss pottypants. You know, what I’d love to do? Change your little diaper butt!”

“You won’t.”

“Yes, I will. I should probably check if you’re dry right now…”

“No, stop! Get away from me!”

“My, my. Baby has wet herself. We are definitely going to your place.”

Obviously, this wasn’t really optional, and Janine only begrudginly accepted so that Brenda would go away afterwards. Janine had an apartment to herself, which meant that she could openly indulge. A baby bottle in the kitchen, a few toys scattered here and there, a ridiculous amount of stuffies. Subtle signs that gave it away. Brenda looked at her victim with glee.

“Oh this is much better than my dorm. You must love it here. No mommy to tell you to clean up after yourself.”

The worst part was when Brenda went through Janine’s closet. Onesies, footie pyjamas, loads of diaper packs with adorable prints, little dresses and skirts.

“This is all so cute! I didn’t know you were such a cute little baby! We should tell everyone, don’t you think?”

“Brenda, please. You’ve done enough. Can’t you act like an adult and start minding your own business?”

“I need to start acting like an adult? I’m not the one pissing myself, baby. In fact, I think I should inform everyone.”

“NO!” Janine stomped her foot and laid down the law. This was not going to happen.

“No? YOU don’t get to say no, baby girl.” Brenda wrestled Janine’s pants away from her and put the girl on her lap, spanking her well-padded bottom until she started to cry. Pain was only a small part, there was also the humiliation and a surprising amount of excitement. This strange and contradictory mixture of emotions is what made her cry.

“If you act like a good little girl.” said Brenda. “You will be a very happy baby, but if you make mommy mad, you will NEVER live it down. Is that understood?”

Janine nodded while sobbing.

Brenda immediately moved in to become Janine’s around-the-clock caregiver. And just as quickly, Janine was forced into the 24/7 lifestyle she had fantasized about. Everything was done for her and an extreme set of rules was also put in place. Like wearing diapers and baby clothes at all times or only being able to “make cummies” if mommy deemed her diaper sufficiently dirty. And she had to beg for them while showing off how used her diaper was. The cummies were mommy’s business too. Only mommy could use the vibrator on Janine’s diaper. While Janine was forced into this lifestyle, she still went about her daily activities. Brenda had wanted them to go on. Thus, Janine went to school diapered and wearing a short girlish dress that barely covered the padding. In the front and in the back, there was a noticeable bulge, revealing that Janine perhaps wasn’t wearing normal underwear.

In the hallways, Janine was forced to hold Brenda’s hand. Not only that, she was constantly flushed from the looks she was getting. She did not relax until she was seated in the massive auditorium, where she could have some privacy by sitting in the back. Yet, when she felt she needed to go, she did not hesitate for one second as Mommy had trained her well. It is unfortunate that after the class, a friend of Janine came to see her. The diaper, well-used, now sagged just under the dress.

“Hi! How...are you?” said the friend.

“I-” Janine began.

“Baby, put your thumb in your mouth. She’s doing super well!” answered Brenda in her place.

The friend nodded and went away immediately after. Whatever this was, she wanted no part of it.

Naturally, Janine began to cry, thumb in her mouth. 

“Do you need your diaper changed?” asked Brenda, loud enough for any passerby to hear. The woman put her hand on Janine’s butt and squished it. “Yes, you do!”

Whispers of “what’s wrong with her” could be heard. For some reason, this broke Janine. It was all in the open so why resist?

“Mommy, I wanna go home.” she said. Teary, her whole thumb in her mouth, raising her dress with the other hand so everyone could see her diaper.

Janine’s reaction was marvelous as far as Brenda was concerned. Now, the girl was all hers.

“We can’t leave yet, baby. You haven’t done your cummies.”

“Please mommy, no…” Janine was absolutely desperate to avoid at least that.

“No, perhaps it’d be better in front of your parents…”

Under this thinly veiled threat, Janine began to rub the front of her diaper with great vigor. The first and only time she had been allowed to touch herself, even if through her underwear. The thick padding made it especially challenging. So did the crowd of onlookers. Perverts in their own rights for watching, and filming, Janine. Finally, she moaned loudly.

“I made cummies mommy!” she nearly screamed in a high pitch lisp.

“Good job, baby! I won’t bring you here again, I promise” Brenda said with a grin.

Indeed, Janine never went to college again. Instead, she was kept at home. Forced to use her diapers, she grew dependent on them. Forced to ask permission to make cummies, always while wearing a used diaper and often in public. Truly, a baby that was shown off at every opportunity. And all that humiliation just kept making Janine hornier.

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Would you be willing to write a Jason Todd x plus size reader where they're just living together maybe just moved in together and it's just all fluff and domestic stuff you can add whatever flare you like to this :D if you're okay with writing the character but if not I understand

-✨ anon

Hey anon! So I did some research on Jason Todd and have opted to write about the timeline when Jason runs the Outlaws as he`s a minor in the timeline before that. Hope you like it!

Moving in with Jason includes:

Him being nervous on your first day together in your new apartment, being used to pack an overnight bag and not to finally share a space with you

Him enjoying the new sense of peace and tranquility once all of the boxes are unpacked and the apartment finally looks like a real home

You comforting your boyfriend, understanding that hes just happy that he gets to have you so close to him, as your his source of love, life and peace

The two of you enjoying some take out while talking and laughing with one another, soaking in these beautiful moments and being able to tune out the problematic world

The first night at the apartment being concluded with some passionate love making, your bodies becoming one while youre staring deeply into each others eyes and whispering sweet nothings to one another

Living together with Jason being the most fun yet chaotic thing ever

Him feeling an overwhelming wave of happiness rushing through his body when he knows that youre waiting for him at home, after a long and exhausting day

You loving to surprise your boyfriend with homecooked meals, dancing and singing along while being so excited that his tastebuds will be blessed soon

Jason falling and loving you even more when he gets to see you wander around your place in an oversized shirt, your underwear visible. The sight alone instantly making him crave your beautiful body

Late nights of either slow dancing in the living room together or watching a random movie while cuddling and feeding each other snacks becoming your routine to recover from the outside world and life in general

Jason being very curious when it comes to cooking, so he happily watches you teach him basic cooking skills and meals to prepare on the days that youre too exhausting to cook or are working late

The whole apartment being filled with flower petals, ballons and confetti on your birthday, anniversary or other special occasions, adding a whole new beautiful athomosphere to your already loving home

Walking around naked being one of your favorite activities together

The two of you thinking about getting a pet but not being able to decide on which kind as youre a cat person and Jason is a dog person

Both a cat and dog being adopeted months later and surprisingly getting along fine when the two of you are not home

Your little family being complete, friends and family receiving the cutest holiday cards of your family

Your relationship going through intense highs and lows, but the two of you always coming out stronger than ever and realizing that you are the endgame for one another

[olderthannetfic]

Lmao someone “fixed” proshipper art of FNAF by replacing Elizabeth’s underwear in one, lengthening her dress in another, and changing an image of William afton flirting with his underage son in a playboy bunny outfit to be him saying he’d look better in the playboy bunny outfit, while still being suggestive about it.

What even is the point of this exercise? The first two are still pinup art of a little girl, just more subtly now, and the second one is still an underage boy dressed like a playboy bunny while his dad strokes his face. You as a person who is disgusted by this stuff would never draw any of this in any form, why do you try to turn it into the non-problematic version of itself, and why is the child still wearing the cleavage showing bunny suit in it?

It’s funny because as a proshipper adjacent person I guess (I dunno), I didn’t like either version of these drawings specifically for the reasons they tried to “fix”, because I don’t really like loli stuff or dadson stuff, and covering the blushes and the underwear didn’t change that about it.

Also if you’re morally opposed to this art why would you want it on your computer, for you to make a new version of, and to platform to your larger audience? Is this person a closet loli/shota fan who just wants the subtext to be less obvious so they’re not uncomfortable? Or do they just want to pander to a weird niche online? Or do they… legitimately not notice subtext and all they see are the elements that make it explicit?

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[maxdibert]

Apart from the blatant classism, the amount of sexual assault defenders in the HP fandom is horrifying. First, they claim that the incident in SWM wasn’t SA because Snape invented the spell himself, so he should have expected something like this to happen to him. Then, when you point out that 1) this is straight-up victim blaming, and 2) when people talk about SA in SWM, they’re usually referring to the 'Who wants to see me take off Snivelly’s pants?' line, implying that James removed Snape’s underwear while he was already suspended in the air, they shift their argument. They insist that James surely didn’t strip Snape completely, even though he loudly announced it just before Harry was pulled out of the Pensieve, because 'he would never do something like that'.

Saying that Severus was to blame for being humiliated because he invented the spell is like telling a stabbing victim it’s their fault for carrying a knife to protect themselves. It’s absurd. Having defense mechanisms doesn’t make your abuser any less culpable. But, of course, people will twist reality in any way possible to defend the problematic actions of a white, heterosexual, wealthy bully. It shouldn’t surprise us how many people defend James, when the real world is full of cases like his that go unpunished precisely because of who they are and their privileged circumstances.

The irony is that these same people are the ones who racialize him or headcanon him as non-heterosexual. Folks, you’re looking at a textbook case of white rich male privilege, and you’ve fallen for it. Sorry, but J.K. Rowling and the establishment have won with you.

I honestly don’t care whether James stripped Severus completely or not. Just leaving a classmate in their underwear is already a terrible act of violence. It reveals a narcissistic and sociopathic personality, capable of dehumanizing someone to the point of using them as an object of public ridicule. It’s the same mentality as someone who thinks humans are their property and can be used as public entertainment. Stripping someone of their humanity like that—viewing them as a toy rather than a person—is horrifying.

I could understand people defending James if the bullying had been limited to throwing a few insults his way once in a while. But what James (along with Sirius) did wasn’t just calling him “greasy hair” or giving him a nickname. What they did was torture a person because that person existed, treating him as a punching bag to amuse themselves when they were bored.

What’s the difference between that behavior and the actions of people who bought, sold, or exploited other humans? Or the factory owners who viewed their workers as beasts of burden to be worked to death? Or the aristocrats who made their servants sleep in inhumane conditions because they saw them as property? It’s the same despotic mindset, stemming from someone so privileged and detached from reality that they can’t see all humans as beings with rights. Instead, they selectively decide who deserves basic dignity, treating anyone outside that group worse than animals.

I don’t care whether Severus ended up completely naked or not. Just taking off so much as his shirt in front of others would have been enough—it already crosses every line. Now, imagine Severus had been a girl and reconsider the scene. Maybe then the fans of that sociopath will finally see the light.

[squidgameconfessions]

I hate, hate, hate the constant feminization of Gihun by some of the Inhun/457 shippers. I get that it's fun writing kinky stories about men wearing women's underwear or lingerie, and I understand some men enjoy being feminized, but it feels like the fandom is taking it too far, as far as giving Gihun a pussy, and not even as a way to represent trans people or intersex people, but as a tool to further put him in the roll of the "girl". It's used too emphasized that Gihun is the one below and Inho is the one above him. I do agree that Gihun is the bottom in the relationship and he is the submissive one. But what rubs me off the wrong way is the fact that he has to be constantly feminized, given the role of the woman, to emphasize that he is the bottom and the submissive one. The entire thing is just heteronormative, and slightly problematic to me.

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[dunmeshi-darlings]

I find it super weird how the people having an issue with the races in dungeon meshi maturing faster than humans irl and thus being adults before 18 have no issue with the manga referencing Chilchuck having fucked at least twice (unless two aren't actually twins, then he fucked at least 3 times) when he was 13, maybe even 12 depending on how long half-foots are pregnant for. Like, that is where you draw the line with what is okay and what is not? The fans liking a canonically adult character is problematic? Not the fact that by their own rules Kui is writing about "children" making families?

Well, to be fair Chilchuck was a teenage dad for half-foot standards but still. Double standards much?

I can not lay the blame entirely on fans for this, alot of new fans are just now getting into dungeon meshi through the anime and it has not reached the point that talks about chilchucks marriage and children.

However that is something i had not even considered myself, that we see a character who has had kids at the age of maturity (below it actually) so we see that yes at the ages of maturity the races will start having children, or joining the army in laios case. And that the characters are all adults.

I believe kui was purposeful in her aging of characters as well as what the age of maturity is for the races because she understood that a race that only live 50-60 years is going to reach maturity much faster than other races and this shows in how she portrays the characters.

We routinely see izutsumi with nothing on except underwear, and even a scene where her getting naked is played up because of the comment that nobody would want to see a beastman naked. Ive seen people say this scene isnt actually sexualized as well as the other scenes she is almost completely naked.

But even then it would still be portraying a character who is underage almost naked. Something that kui isnt going to do. She does it because by her own worlds standards izutsumi is past adulthood.

Alot of people arnt realizing that these fantasy races dont follow real world human rules. And even the tallmen dont follow them either

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[*ੈ✩] 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 • 𝐄.𝐖

synopsis: her jealous girl, ellie would endearingly call it, nothing but a charm and occasional inconvenience, until you spot her talking with her ex girlfriend deciding your girl needs to be reminded whose she really is.

pairing: ellie williams x reader

warning: established relationship, mentions of jealousy that may border problematic, nsfw content so minors and men don’t interact, sex in public spaces, sub!leaning ellie and dom!reader, somewhat voyerism, just nasty

You watched them from the corner of your eye awaiting the moment either one would notice the laserbeams your eyes pointed forward, gaze strong enough to drill holes to a skull, but the moment never came, too enthralled in a conversation you guessed to be pathetic by their chuckling and particularly Cat’s attempt at physical contact brushing against Ellie’s arm.

Could’ve gritted your teeth to their quick, sandy white powder in your gums to replace. When the bitterness failed to spoil them, you took matters into stronger clenched hands, the future reprimend of your jealous behavior by Ellie’s voice getting more silent each second passing as you walked towards them, yanking Ellie away in a swift movement by the waist.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, their laughter dying down as Cat cleared her throat awkwardly.

“We were just talking about art” Ellie pointed out, shifting under your touch as to let herself loose which you did not allow.

“I can talk about art too! Let’s talk, where did you leave off?”

Cat excused herself with that, a groan stuck to her throat as she walked away from the both of you, stealing one last glance at Ellie that sent you absolutely fuming.

“Why do you always have to this, we’re just friends-“

“I’m sorry maybe when you were with Cat it was fine with her for you to go around parading flirtation like a fucking slut because she couldn’t take care of you but I think I do a pretty good job at that, don’t I?” Your hand lowered from her waist towards her cunt, grabbing onto her jeans and rubbing friction against them. Ellie let out a low whimper before attempting to close the space between her legs, shoving her thighs together, which only pushed you further up, hand hitting on her covered clit.

“Babe, please we’re in a public space” She mumbled already out of breath, making your eyebrows furrow, face pressed so close to her neck she’d hear you whisper in her ear, hand unmoving.

“Well maybe this is what you need, isn’t it? Wanted to be a fucking brat now you’re speaking so softly, if we’re lucky maybe Cat will see you getting fucked and back the fuck off”

You unbutton her jeans so quickly Ellie barely notices you doing so until your cold fingers reach her underwear, pushing it aside “You’re so wet already for me, or was this for Cat, huh? Who do you want inside this pretty pussy?” You slap it and she moans louder than intended, a few eyes around the Tipsy Bison wandering around to trace back the noise and getting redistracted by the loud music, your middle finger making its way to open her folds, stickiness already clinging to your skin as you tease your way in.

“N-No it’s all for you” She says with a curse, hand latching onto your wrist and pushing it towards her body in a way your finger dipped inside her, circular movements making her legs falter.

“Filthy fucking slut wants to use my hand to please herself?” You whisper on her neck, kissing your way slowly downwards to her clavicule a trail of wet kisses sending goosebumps down her body as Ellie continues to manoveur you as her sex toy, coming in and out of herself in a quickened pace that would surely get noticed around. You spot Cat a few people over and lock eyes with her, the second you do the smirk across your face couldn’t be hidden, shifting Ellie around so she’s positioned exposed to her with your hand knuckles deep inside, you nibble her ear and whisper.

“Show me how much you love me, hm? Let’s show Cat whose you are, okay baby? You want to make me happy?” She is only able to nod frantically, never before having had the opportunity to be submissive it felt as though she fully enjoyed the vulnerability of being completely yours to play with and know, you were her trusted person and soon everyone at the bar who weren’t too drunk to notice would have it engraved in their memory too.

“Babe, please, fuck” She begged as your other hand leaned over her bare breasts underneath the loose t-shirt she had sported that day, rubbing light circles over her nipples and staring straight into Cat’s unmoving shocked eyes as you did so, squeezing it hard the second you realized she’d move away to echo a throaty moan from Ellie “I’m only yours, fuck, please I need your mouth”

“You want my mouth?” You ask teasingly and she nods, eyes closed shut from the continuous friction you rubbed on her clit so tense it gave her a high nearing climax. You let go of her embrace all at once.

“Ask fucking Cat”

[smooth-perceval]

Angsty lando pleaseeeeee

This is my first rq omg, sorry it was rushed I have like 7 drafts and I’m trying to clear them out 🥲🫶🏼❤️

Surrender

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader was only trying to console Lando, Lando throws a hissy fit- and some truths are spilled. The ‘argument’ being quickly extinguished.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, very annoyed reader+Lando, fluff ending

Key: Y/N (Your Name) Y/L/N (your last name)

Word count: 1,397

A/N: I cannot see Lando being mean- so it was kinda weird to write 😂 Sarcastic asf? Yes! Mean- it seems so odd but I hope I done okay ❤️

Wether Lando was annoyed or not- I shouldn’t have recieved the back end of it.

I only asked a simple “you okay?” And I got back. “Just leave me the fuck alone.” Before storming back over to the car hopping back in and out on track.

Debating wether to go back to the drivers room or stay - I finally decided that going back to the drivers room was my best option. I felt embarrassed- after 4 people asked me if I was okay, I felt to upset and awkward to be around them.

My face was Ferrari red- no joke, shuffling my way back to the drivers room, I sat in pure silence. Did I really say anything bad? Did I actually annoy him and it wasn’t the car? Questioning my intentions for the next 10 minutes or so is all I did. Before I came to the perfect idea and decided to just leave in general, go back to the hotel and dwell on it all there.

While I had the chance to run I did. Straight back to our hotel and straight into the shower, a day washed away once again. I made quick effort to change into a simple shorts pyjama set, lounging out on the small sofa they had in the room.

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My phone re-woke me. Grabbing ahold and answering, only to realise who it was when the angry voice spoke down the line.

“Where the hell are you?!”

“Back at the hotel?”

“I’ve looked everywhere for you! Nobody knew! You didn’t tell me!!” Rubbing my eyes, a yawn escaping me. I tutted at him climbing off the sofa and into the bed.

“I fell asleep and forgot to message sorry-”

“I’m nearly at the hotel.” And with that he hung up, here I anxiously sat. I get the annoyance but he was the reason I left in the first place.

Sighing I mentally prepared myself for the lecture I was about to withstand. And truthfully I couldn’t be asked for it.

“Y/N.” The door unlocked and he barged in.

“Seriously- what the hell is going on with you? I needed you at the pits today.” Frowning he stormed off into the bathroom.

“Errr- No, you told me to ‘leave you the fuck alone’ so I did.” Leaning over the bed I put my phone on charge.

“Just cause I said it, didn’t mean I meant it.” Tutting I hear him switch on the shower waiting around for it to warm up, he walked back out facing me.

“Wether you meant it or not Lando. I didn’t deserve it.”

“Well who else am I supposed to let my anger out on.” Throwing his hands up in the air like it’s the most problematic thing in his life at the moment.

“You can vent to me any day- you know that. But I won’t take rudeness.”

“I wasn’t fucking rude!” Shaking his head laughing to himself he went back into the bathroom slamming the door.

“There you go again. Just because your cars shit! Don’t take it out on me.” Laying back on the bed with a groan I stared up at the ceiling.

What a dick.

“My car is not shit-” glancing over at him now standing back outside the bathroom door, he looked so pissed off- but why is it okay for him to say stuff and not me.

“Did I touch a nerve?”

“What made you even bring that up? We wasn’t talking about that.”

“The whole reason for your sour mood is that car.”

“Can’t a guy just have a bad day.” Pulling his hoodie off throwing it on the floor.

“There’s a bad day and then a bad weekend. And you’ve been an asshole to me this whole weekend. If it’s not the car then what? Is it me?” Raising my eyebrows at him I sat on the edge of the bed.

“Your talking stupid again.” And once again he stormed into the bathroom, stripping down to his underwear.

“Then what is it?- I’m not a mind-reader Lando! I can’t help unless you tell me what’s pissed you off.”

“Your not listening! Nothing has pissed me off, fucking hell.” I could’ve got whiplash the amount of times he has stormed in and out that bathroom.

The hot and cold was pissing me off- and before I knew it, all the calmness washed away from me- and all the built up annoyance and anger reeled out.

“You are so frustrating- do you understand that.” Furrowing my brows I stood up, gesturing my hands in front of me.

“One minute it’s ‘can’t a guy have a bad day’ then it’s ‘I’m not pissed off’ or it’s ‘I needed you in the garage today’ but your not pissed off right? So why did you need me. Do you understand how fucking childish your being.” Chest rising and falling, we both stared at each other in silence.

“And while I’m getting everything off my chest for once- your car is shit! Man up and tell the team, don’t drive a shit car and then get annoyed at me for asking a simple question. I didn’t build the stupid car, I don’t drive it- I have no involvement!” Turning around grabbing a pillow off the bed I stomped towards the sofa. “Stupid fucking thing it is.” Mumbling to myself while shaking my head.

“Because I have human decency, I’ll sleep on the sofa. But don’t you dare speak to me unless your going to apologise for being a absolute prick.” Throwing the pillow down on the sofa, I went to the wardrobe pulling out the spare duvet, throwing that on the sofa also.

“What- why you sleeping on the sofa…”

“That doesn’t sound like an apology.” With a loud huff he disappeared once again.

When I turned around Lando had retreated back to the bathroom. It’s strange, lecturing someone tires you out, I flopped back onto the sofa, sighing to myself. Was I too harsh…? Yeah- maybe I should apologise…

Before I even thought about what to say I had dozed back off again, not even wanting to face Lando truthfully right now, I’ll only say more things I don’t mean.

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“Baby…” rocking me gently, I was woken from my slumber. It was pitch black, I just about made out Lando’s face.

“You awake…?” Even though it was just us two, he still whispered. Humming in response, I rolled over facing the back of the sofa.

“I’m sorry…” pressing a delicate kiss to my shoulder, rubbing it gently, he then leant his head against my back. “I’m sorry for taking my anger out on you… your right about absolutely everything.” Followed by another soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Even about the car being shit??…” smiling to myself, I turned back over slowly, wrapping an arm around his neck, playing with the back of his hair.

“That’s the reason I’m so annoyed-” slowly he squeezed himself on the sofa, pulling me half on-top of him. “Your right- I should man up and tell them, not just keep allowing them to fuck up…” brushing my hand over his cheek, I laid my head on his shoulder listening to him vent.

“I just have had enough… I’ve had enough of feeling like a failure every race- because the cars so terrible…” sighing, he fiddled with my hand. “I love you- and that scares me…” smiling wide, I moved his head turning it towards me.

“You love me?”

“So fucking much.” Pulling him in slowly, I placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Your not a failure, your absolutely wonderful…” a small smile crept on his face at my compliment.

“Your going to tell them what you really think about that car, your also going to give it your all the rest of this season, because you don’t give up.”

“Your also going to start understanding, I’m on your side always… no matter what, I’m battling from your corner. Because I love you, always have and always will.”

Smiling at me, he pulled me down slowly brushing his lips against mine, ��does this mean I get some lovin’?” Laughing, I smacked his chest climbing over him standing up.

“You really are lucky I love you.”

“I know I bless myself everyday.” Standing up he placed his hands on my waist kissing me again.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

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[rockybloo]

You joked yesterday about the Bitterbat/Sweetheart romance having "chaotically problematic" aspects, and I was curious if you could expand on that. TBH so far, they don't really seem especially unhealthy towards one another and as far as I can tell, it's not like Amara is letting Bitterbat kill/hurt innocents.

The chaotically problematic aspects come from how they are just a romanticization of stalking and obsession.

Bitterbat is a yandere. He'd never hurt Sweetheart - that is the biggest rule of writing him. Even when they do their mock battles, he may scratch her up some but that's only because she explicitly told him to beforehand.

Bitterbat is madly in love with Sweetheart. He thinks about her every hour of the day. He wears her clothes, occasionally swipes her underwear, watches her sleep, follows her damn near everywhere she goes, and knows whenever she is thinking of him. And god forbid he ever discovers someone has done her wrong. He'd show them there are worse fates than death.

And Sweetheart finds this behavior absolutely adorable. She gets butterflies in her stomach knowing Bitterbat does this typa stuff. She absolutely fangirls and squeals.

Her reaction isn't the result of delusion, just like Bitterbat's obsession with her isn't the result of him not being in his right mind.

BOTH are self aware and know their behavior goes against the norm. BOTH do not care. They used to, but then they realized that life isn't as fun when they hold back. So they just dropped the restraints. This is their love language - if the world doesn't like it - it can fuck off. One of them is keeping it safe, and one of them is showing it mercy.

Sweetheart sees some clothes go missing, she immediately knows Bitterbat swiped them and asks him if he could return some specific ones by (insert date) because she has an event she has to go to and she had an outfit she was planning on wearing.

She notices him following her while she is on her college campus and she orders two frozen yogurt cups so he can sneak on over while he is his itty bitty self and enjoy a treat with her before she goes to class. HELL, sometimes she just notices him following her and beckons him over so she can scoop him up while he is itty bitty and slip him right into her bra so he can ride along with her throughout the day.

And whenever she feels his eyes on her whenever she's resting, she sleeps a little more soundly since she knows he won't let anything bad happen to her both in the outside world and her dreams (since Bitterbat can enter dreams - he only does such with Sweetheart's tho)

There's more examples but basically, I have absolutely no interest in writing a "yandere creeps out their crush" story. We have so many of those and, while it makes sense a lot of people enjoy that type of story, I find more fun in flipping it on its head.

The concept of a female character who is decked out in the most lovecore fit, designated as a defender of love, deemed to be a role model and the ideal heroine, being down bad and matching the freak of her obsessive villainous boyfriend who causes deaths so gruesome, it'd make a slasher flinch, just scrubs my brain right.

It fills in the gaps I always feel when I see any series and spot a villain crushing on a heroine who ain't into them.

Glitter and Guilt is basically just a "What if the heroine WAS into it tho?" story.