#public humilation tw

[yanderenightmare]

Todoroki Enji - Endeavor

TW: NSFW, dubcon/noncon, fantasy AU, orc ! Enji, Elf ! darling, size difference, exhibitionism, public sex, humilation, race war between orcs and elfs

fem reader

Thinking about Orc ! Enji taking the pretty elven princess as his little pleasure-pet after winning the war between their races…

You don’t even know the language, but you know that it’s you the big men around the table are laughing at when you’re eased down on his lap. Uselessly crying while his fat cock bullies its way inside your pretty little cunt. 

His hand is large enough to reach around your entire neck, while yours can't even reach around one of his fat fingers, let alone do anything at all with enough power to stop him. But though he’s very able to pop your head clean off, his hand settles for simply collaring you – squeezing your throat for fun, but more in an effort to keep you still as he aims himself against your taut opening.

And you’re sweating just from the fear of it despite the many failed attempts of breaching you – you know he's not going to stop trying until it's done. Able to peek down at the towering monstrosity, how it's blushed red and wet and swollen to a size bigger than your arm, rubbing itself against your slit, making you shake at the friction – feeling his thick ridges and veins catch on your clit where it grows even bigger and thicker against your stomach.

His other hand holds your thigh up, showing everyone how his cockhead smudges a kiss into your pussy-lips before finally pressing the fat bulb inside you – making you wince with wet cries as he slowly forces every last meaty inch inside your pretty elven pussy until he’s made a proud belly bulge protruding from your body as though he’s put a baby in you already.

You can only guess that he’s the leader – the way everyone pounds their fist on the table, cheering and hollering once he has himself bottomed out inside you. Your eyes lazy with tears as you pant with moans, gulping for breath with your little pink tongue lolled out like a dumb bitch in heat – chin resting on his thick pointer finger where drool starts dribbling down from the corner of your mouth. 

He feels you go completely slack and lets go of your throat, laying you against his chest instead. You would have barreled over if it weren’t for how your hands had been tied together and hung around his strong neck like a necklace, keeping you there – pretty tits heaving with sweat – cute things, smaller than his balls.

He picks up your other thigh, spreading them wide – showing everyone how good he stuffs your cunt – lifting you up and down the length – making you feel torn in two where you clench around him in hopes of staying whole. Moaning like a brazen slut with tears spilling down your cheeks and drool running down your chin, making everyone there coo and chuckle – grinning at the sight of their leader making a bitch out of the pretty elven princess whose kingdom they’d just conquered.

You’re just his dumb little cock-pet from now on – chained to his bed and made to take care of his needs every time he gives your collar a tug. And it's the same with all your pretty brothers and sisters – put in cages to please his army while they plunder more of your land and round the rest of you up – only for every last one of you to be subjugated to the same cruel fate.

♡ TODOROKI ENJI masterlist ♡ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA masterlist

[constantcrying]

Anger is a secondary emotion.

m!yandere x gn!reader

TW: obsession, some violence

This'll be my first post! If you have any feedback, I hope you'll share it.

He's trying. Honestly he is. He's putting in the work, biting his tongue and keeping his fists clenched. He'll never pick another jealous fight or cause a scene for the rest of your lives. He'll stop taking souvenirs from your home after every visit. Maybe he'll even go to therapy and unpick the fucked up weave of his childhood to find the origin of his every maladaption. Who knows, he might come out of this rough patch a better human being.

Promises between the two of you are worth something. You always say what you mean, do what you say. That consistency is another thing he loves about you, another one of the countless reasons he couldn't bear to lose you. It was why the look on your face that day had terrified him, as you confessed you were sick of his shit and struggling to be his friend—you meant it when you said you would go no-contact because he was obsessive.

It was bad enough being relegated to a mere friend after two years of adoring you. What was he supposed to do if you left him altogether? As much as he hated sharing your time and attention with the rest of the world, he couldn't bear to lose his humble slice of it. Before he met you, he hadn't cared so deeply about anything or anyone. He hadn't known what to do when he fell for you, except sink his teeth in and never let go.

Just the thought of life without you made him so sick, he fell to his knees on the spot. He fought his shaky voice and managed to utter an apology, begging for a chance to correct himself.

He isn't good with humility or patience or prostration. But he is honest. He does love you. He'll do anything for you, even act right.

You knew him well enough to believe his words. You also (rightly) pitied him. In the end you agreed that if he cleaned up his act, you wouldn't cut him off.

For now, he's on probation, seeing you once every eight days or so. He's not strong enough to go longer than that without being near you. In between those pressure control days, he journals, meditates, and reads self-help books. He'll even exercise more than he ever did before, because studies claim that it helps with emotional regulation. He thinks it's all stupid. He hopes it works and you think better of him. He continues this way for months.

The result? He isn't biting off your male friends' heads anymore. He isn't trying to monopolize your time. He doesn't obsessively check your location and text you like crazy. A touchy friend says hi to you at a cafe, and he doesn't get angry at them for interrupting and hugging you, he just says hi back. It's actually pleasant to hang out together in public again. For you, it's like the friend you made so long ago has actually come back. You don't ever say it, but he thinks you might believe he's actually over you.

He forgives you for that, and for the threat of leaving. He knows your peace is important to you, so you just said what you thought was best. And him...he'll stop with the outbursts, bury all of the feelings he's wrestling with. See? He changes for you. How many of your ex friends and lovers can say the same?

But there's nothing you can do about your missing possessions ex post facto. He still struggles, like anyone with bad habits. There's always an urge to come closer to you, to cradle you to his chest, to kiss you stupid. Just...let him keep the chapstick and the t-shirts, at least. He can tide himself over with the lingering scent of your favorite products.

And, of course, the anger remains simmering under his skin. It comes in waves, he notices, after every doubt and concern. Your casual smile at another person, for a split second, makes his gut churn before the heat of rage washes over him. After he sends a text you don't respond to, his heart sinks, and then it catches fire. He's always scared first. Maybe the journaling isn't so stupid if it can show him these patterns.

The problem is, he can't kill the source of his fear unless he can have you all to himself. That's not happening anytime soon.

So he's still struggling his way through your time together. You hang out like normal people, having dinner at a new restaurant before strolling down the street on a cool summer evening. Almost no one is outside, creating the sense that you two exist in your own little pocket dimension. You decide to go down a little alleyway, a shortcut that never presents any problems.

Somehow, a throw-away comment of his makes you laugh, and he wants to take the sound and inject it into his veins. The glory of your approval is bittersweet. He dreads the way this night will end: with you going to your place instead of coming home with him. It is all he can do, not to break the unspoken barrier between you. He wants to be optimistic. He wants to say that it's enough if you're happy, beside him right now.

As if you couldn't be happy elsewhere. As if he could be.

He can't handle thinking this way anymore, so he looks away. Just for a moment. Just to take some breaths and be something close to functional.

That's his big mistake.

The second you cry out, he turns back. You've been knocked to the ground by some staggering man, who trips over your leg and lands against a trash can. He must have come from the bar down the road because he reeks of bottom-shelf liquor.

"Son of a bitch!" The man growls. "Watch it! Watch where you're fucking going! You think you own the fucking street?"

"Fuck you!" You respond, trying to push yourself up off the ground. You hiss and stop, bringing your hand up to see that the palm is a scraped mess.

The drunk man mumbles some more curses at you and, in a fit of dionysian inspiration, kicks you.

It's not a hard blow. He's hammered, and totally out of shape besides. And maybe he never meant to hurt you at all—maybe he's just being childish and weird, his inhibitions drowned by a night of heavy drinking.

It doesn't matter to your friend.

His body has moved, he realizes, as he stares down at a pulpy mess. It used to be a face. His knuckles are raw, split from overuse. It feels like nothing at all. You're hurt, though, and the perpetrator is still breathing, so he needs to do something about that.

Without a hand gripping his collar, the drunk man splatters on the ground. He doesn't have the wherewithal to protect himself from further attacks, so with no resistance, your friend can just swing his foot into a perfectly vulnerable stomach. He does. He does it again. And again. And in the middle of this, even in his high-running emotions, he finds a sense of clarity that he's rarely afforded. Finally, someone pays the price for touching you. What a relief it is to have something nice and solid absorbing all the rage that he's always stuffing down.

You have apparently been calling his name nonstop. He only notices now as he's being yanked back by the arm. Like a spell is wearing off, he hears your voice. You sound far away, at first, the way you do in dreams. As he becomes aware of his pounding heart and aching knuckles, your muffled voice becomes clear.

"What the hell are you doing? Stop! You'll kill him!"

He's obedient, if you recall, so he stops. He turns to you, panting and shaking out his hand. Strangely, you flinch and back up. Your eyes are wide, your mouth pressed shut.

You've...never looked at him that way. He's irritated and embarrassed you, but nothing he's done has ever scared you.

He should worry about this, but he can't help smiling. You're so cute when you're frightened. You belong in his arms, where he can keep you safe.

He pulls you into him and squeezes you tight. As much as you do tremble, there's not an ounce of resistance from you as he does this. You are having the same epiphany is him right now—that he would never hurt you, that anyone who did would pay sevenfold.

But while he is imagining himself as your knight, you're thinking of all the strangers and friends who may be unkind, however briefly, to you. You're thinking of how sharp this man's memory is and how casually you complained about exes or classmates or coworkers when you thought everything was okay.

"It's okay. You're safe," he whispers into your hair, relishing the close contact.

He's going to stay good for you. It'll be easy now, knowing where to put all the excess energy.

[toastie-sim]

Hate, Hostility & Harassment

TW: Vulgar language, hate, harassment

I’m a member of the support team on Sims After Dark. I knew that the infant patch would be a doozie--and it was! What I was not prepared for was the sheer level of hate, hostility & harassment that we (support team members) would face.

People seemed to have lost any sense of common decency, humility, respect, or patience. It’s quite embarrassing that we had to release MORE THAN ONE server announcement on how to behave. It has really blown my mind that people were behaving the way they were to people who VOLUNTEER their time to HELP. I am not paid by EA nor am I affiliated with EA--I just really like helping other simmers play their game with mods & cc. There have also been several modders & content creators who have been relentlessly harassed on when they were going to update their mods/cc. WE DO NOT OWE YOU ANYTHING.

Given all of this, Sims After Dark has gone dark until March 21st. Hopefully everyone will take this time to re-evaluate how they speak to people online. I know that I for one will be taking time away and actually getting to play the game for the first time since the new content dropped.

Finally, I’ve attached some of the responses that I personally received IN PUBLIC CHANNELS. I was also personally harassed by a group of people who joined the server just to say stupid shit to me. This does not include responses that other support team members have received nor does it include the sheer volume of people saying things like: “When will x mod be updated?” “Is anyone going to help me?” or spamming the support channels. I hope these pictures help you all fully understand how we’ve been talked to the past couple of days. I’ve also blocked out the names & profile pictures of these people because I’m not a shit head and the intention behind this post is to give just a peek into what I’ve been experiencing. Blatant harassment:

Disrespect towards support:

[sissa-arrows]

France’s obsession with what Muslim women and women perceived as Muslim wear is not new.

During French colonialism in Algeria especially during the war there was this type of propaganda poster saying “Aren’t you pretty? Unveil yourself!” Female colonizers often would organize “unveiling ceremonies” in public places were Muslim women were forced to remove their hijab and thank the French for “freeing them”. Sometimes they would pay non Muslim women and non hijabi to put on a fake hijab and remove it during those ceremonies.

It has always been about making us “accessible” for them. The amount of time I heard or saw white men IRL and on TV saying that the hijab is wrong because it tells them that this woman will never want to be in a relationship with them that it makes them unavailable to non Muslim men (and everytime I answer “just to be clear I’m not a hijabi but I still want nothing to do with your racist ass”)

And it’s just racist and sexist on so many levels I can’t even start.

It was never about women rights and always about racism and objectifying women especially women of color.

TW for a quote about rape below the cut.

Frantz Fanon in A dying colonialism

“Thus the rape of the Algerian woman in the dream of a European is always preceded by a rending of the veil. We here witness a double deflowering. Likewise, the woman's conduct is never one of consent or acceptance, but of abject humility.

Whenever, in dreams having an erotic content, a European meets an Algerian woman, the specific features of his relations with the colonized society manifest themselves. These dreams evolve neither on the same erotic plane, nor at the same tempo, as those that involve a European woman.

With an Algerian woman, there is no progressive conquest, no mutual revelation. Straight off, with the maximum of vio­lence, there is possession, rape, near-murder. The act assumes a paraneurotic brutality and sadism, even in a normal Euro­pean. This brutality and this sadism-are in fact emphasized by the frightened attitude of the Algerian woman. In the dream, the woman-victim screams, struggles like a doe, and as she weakens and faints, is penetrated, martyrized, ripped apart.”

[yeoubye]

ANCIENT Femme Fatale — Vivian Durand

“Seductive eyes she'll keep you close.”

DETAILS.

This is set within the 1960s of Paris, France. This is supposed to have a noir-esque feel to it.

She was vaguely inspired by a song called Cravin’ by Stileto. Here are a few verses she was based off of.

Intoxicated can't recover

Seductive eyes I'll keep you close

Put your hand on my hips

Pull through your wrists

Pressed to these lips

Kiss I won't tell

BACKGROUND.

TW: Prostitution

Vivian was born alongside her twin brother, Vincent, during the middle of the Cold War. They were raised in America despite their heritage being French. It was a difficult time during then and the height of it all, her family only knew about famine. Vivian often had to go through torment just to get by, even going as far as to sell her body alongside her poor mother. Due to the famine, those that felt it worse had to resort to stealing from the wealthy. Vivian's family was the victim of this, as her mother and father had no choice but to put their lives on the lines for their children. This caused Vivian's parents to eventually lose their lives to a breadwinner's hunting dogs.

Vivian had very few options in her own life afterwards. She had few to rely on other than Vincent, as she grew more untrustworthy in others' humility. She has sold herself time and time again to men that she grew numb to life, unable to part ways due to the money she'd garner from it. In a last ditch effort, Vivian used up all her savings to move to France in the hopes that she'll never see her past in America ever again. Her own brother would stay in America, in which they'd write to each other often during the days.

During her time in France, she grew tireless in the ways she'd make money. It wasn't until a good friend of hers, Andy, introduced her to the risque life of art thievery. If she did well, she'd make millions—if not more. The idea of living in luxury was handed to her on a silver platter, making the act of thievery all the more attractive.

SYPNOSIS.

After a string of art thefts were publicized to the people of Paris, art galas have been made more aware than ever. Vivian is one of those many art thieves that pose as an art dealer at these extravagant events. She, too, is on edge about getting found out—especially considering they'd easily punish her for her many wrongdoings. You, on the other hand, is an undercover agent at one of these recent art galas after being informed that art thievery will happen tonight. You had already got a hint that Vivian is not who she seems to be and decides to go over, posing as an art enthusiast in the hopes she will show her true colors.

GREETING.

In the heart of Paris, the resplendent art gala buzzes with life as attendees gather for its grand reopening. Amidst the lively chaos, Vivian, adorned in a stunning gown, captivates the room, charming elite guests. A cunning art dealer, she has a penchant for seducing both high-society women and influential men to pilfer priceless paintings.

Unbeknownst to Vivian, you, attending undercover, recognized her signature methods from recent art thefts plaguing the scene. Your superiors had cautioned you about these reported individuals, given your history of rookie mistakes. Yet, you're intrigued by the challenge of capturing this elusive thief.

Before long, you stuck up a conversation with Vivian, posing as an art enthusiast. "Why come to me about artwork when there are plenty of experts around?" She mused knowingly, gesturing toward the sea of suited men in the room.

RESPONSE EX.

Her hand remained over her mouth, hiding the beautiful smile—possibly out of self-consciousness. Vivian could see the hue of red adorn the tips of her ears once she heard the sincerity. "I'm sure I can take one or two of them." Her hand fell, a small smile gracing her lips. Her gaze flickered towards Vivian, "may I address you more personally, Vivian?"

Vivian's smile turned subtle as she took notice of your embarrassment. She felt a strange thrill stirring inside her — was this your achilles heel? Your weakness? She tried not to let the feeling control her, keeping her cool and collected on the outside. Yet, something about you intrigued her on a level she couldn't explain.

"Of course... User." She replied back. As she uttered your name, it was done in an overtly seductive tone, almost as if an unspoken promise was behind it.

[frostcorpsclub]

most embarrassing memory?achievement they are the most proud of?

For Virginia?

TW severe bullying, public humilation, bodily harm

1. Unfortunately there was a lot of these. She was taller than every elf in her class for years by a few feet. 5'0 is considered tall for a Christmas elf as an ADULT and Ginny grows up to be a full 6'2. Her most embarrassing moment was also the moment that made her cease trying to get other kids to like her and made her start just fucking punching these kids.

She was invited to an afterschool party, she felt that this was finally her chance to be accepted for who she was. To finally have somebody now that her parents were long gone. She came with a box of cookies that she had made for the party and was let in by the others with all smiles and gratitude.

Only as Virginia stepped through the door she was tripped by christmas wire and quickly tied up. They stuck her in a corner and covered her with glitter, stuck ornaments in her hair and all over the lights. The overstimulation pushed her into a meltdown and she struggled to break free which only made them laugh at her more. Call her things like "Christmas Tree" and "The Big Green Monster." The more she thrashed the more they worried that she might break free so they helped eachother to throw her out into the snow.

The fall caused some of the ornaments to break and she was left crying and bleeding in the snow, waiting for the older elves to come to her rescue.

That was the turning point.

2. It isn't very healthy but her proudest accomplishment was getting to the turning point in her life. She was a valued elf that helped the north pole to run and she was damn good at being a sleigh mechanic, but more important to her than that nobody fucked with her. She wasn't left alone because she was seen as an awkward freak she was left alone because every elf was terrified of the things she could do. Everyone would go quiet when she entered a room and for once the silence wasn't pertrifying it was...exhilirating...confidence building.

[privilege-rpg]

Below the cut is an example application, filled out by the admin.

About you/OOC Information.

Name + pronouns: El + she/her.

Age (18+): 32.

Timezone: GMT.

Triggers: N/A.

Are you filling a wanted connection?: No.

Family Information.

As the first member in a new family, you get to make some decisions for your character’s family such as the number of members, and any additional information and requirements.

Hometown: Portland, Oregon.

Parent names and status: Burt Hummel and Elizabeth Hummel (Elizabeth is deceased; Burt is newly dating Carole Hudson).

Number of playable children: 3.

Number of non-playable children: None.

Requirements: Any half siblings would be from after Elizabeth passed, and not from any serious relationship.

Are half siblings allowed?: No.

Are adopted siblings allowed?: Yes.

Family background and famous affiliation:

[cancer tw, death tw.]

Burt Hummel comes from a humble beginning, and really never had any intentions of becoming famous. Working for his father's garage, Hummel Tires & Lube, he developed an interest in cars, and proved to be pretty damn good at what he did. A twist of fate saw him approached to help out with some behind-the-scenes things for Top Gear by a customer who happened to work on the show. This opportunity led to yet another, even bigger twist of fate, with Burt meeting the woman he would go on to marry, up-and-coming actress, Elizabeth Blake.

As the two grew together, so did their respective careers; Elizabeth booked bigger and bigger acting gigs until she was a household name, while Burt, whose stint on Top Gear showed him to be a natural in front of the camera, was propelled into a life of presenting for various television shows. They relocated to Los Angeles, and their fame began to grow, along with their family, until Elizabeth eventually got sick in the late-noughties, then lost a quick but mighty battle with cancer. Burt took a break from the limelight following his wife's passing, opening a new Hummel Tires & Lube location in LA, before deciding to go back to presenting a few years later.

Now, Burt presents on Top Gear, where he got his real start, and also hosts a talk show, The Late Show with Burt Hummel, where he interviews celebrity guests and is often praised for his ability to entertain the audience with his dry humor and build a quick rapport with his guests. While he never dated anybody seriously since losing Elizabeth, Burt has recently begun dating Carole Hudson, but they're not ready to make things public just yet.

Character Information.

Character name: Kristy Elise Hummel.

Faceclaim: Anna Kendrick.

Gender + pronouns: Cisfemale + she/her.

Age + birthday: 33 + April 8th, 1990. 

Birth order: First.

Type: Full sibling + solo.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Education/Job Information.

Not everyone has to be a current PSU student; alumni, professors, etc. are allowed.

Grade: N/A.

Major: N/A.

Minor: N/A.

Degree: N/A.

Job: Freelance Photographer at Kris Blake Photography; minor role voice actor for cartoons and video games.

Biography.

death tw.

Both immersed in their growing careers, Burt and Elizabeth hadn't necessarily planned their first pregnancy, but they were thrilled to find out they were expecting all the same. They'd always had children in their life plan anyway, so when Kristy came along one early April evening, their hearts were full and their home just that much livelier. Given their celebrity status, they had the means to provide a more than adequate life for their daughter and any children who might come along after her, but did their best to instil in Kristy a sense of humility and gratitude, for her to be appreciative of everything she had and never to take it for granted. This endeavor proved successful, because there is truly not one spoiled bone in Kristy's body, something they noted from a young age.

Although sometimes boisterous, Kristy was an easy to raise child; she was polite, outgoing and friendly, and would talk the ear off anybody who cared to listen. When her siblings came along, while Kristy was thrilled to be a big sister, she was never the typical, bossy older sibling; she was independent, and liked to allow her siblings their own independence, too. This wasn't to say she didn't love them, it was more so that she just wasn't trying to be their mom, a conflicting stance once Elizabeth succumbed to her illness and the realization that the younger Hummels might need that motherly figure in their lives really hit her. Kristy tried to be there for them, to help them through, but she has always tended to hide her emotions behind humor and lightheartedness, and is the type to prefer an elbow nudge or a fist bump to a hug, so it didn't necessarily come naturally to her, and she has always felt she maybe let them down in that sense.

While a younger Kristy was enrolled in any and every club and activity a person could think of, all at her own request, and in some she showed a great level of skill such as singing and drama classes, she never really cared enough about any of them to pursue them further than fun activities. She flopped between various prospective career paths, her parents insisting their children would all follow their passions rather than just living on their fortune, but Kristy just didn't have a real passion. She did well enough in school, but wasn't exactly a straight A student, and often skipped classes to spend time with her friends. College, for Kristy, was something she just did because it felt like one of those next step things, not because she actually wanted to study anything. Choosing Photography as a major was a last minute decision for her, only because time was ticking on the deadline and she liked playing around with a camera. She didn't care about it, though, not really, so when she graduated from PSU with a BFA in Photography, she wasn't sure where to go next.

For a little while, Kristy decided to put her degree to use, doing things like wedding and maternity shoots for family friends. She built up quite the portfolio, and eventually begun offering her services under the name Kris Blake, where only a small number of clients recognized who she actually was when she'd show up at their events to take their pictures—Burt and Elizabeth might be famous, but they did all they could to protect the identities of their children, so although their names were public information, their faces were more of a mystery, affording them the luxury of normal lives to those who didn't know who their parents were. It was during a gig taking promo photos for her dad's talk show that the producer told her she sounded like a bubbly cartoon character, and asked if she'd ever considered voice acting.

With no interest in fame herself, the idea of following in her mother's footsteps had never even entered Kristy's mind, but the idea of doing so with only her voice was intriguing—after all, Kristy loved to talk, and she'd always excelled in her drama classes as a child. Deciding to give it a go, Kristy auditioned to voice a minor part in a children's tv show, and found that she thoroughly enjoyed it. Still not wanting to deal with the fame of becoming a bigger name, Kristy, who works under her usual alias of Kris Blake, has begun auditioning for other small voice roles, and feels she might've actually, finally found something she is passionate enough about to pursue. As for her personal life, Kristy is just taking things day by day; she lives humbly enough to lead what she'd consider a "normal" life, and continues to mask negative emotions with humor, just like she always has done.

[ex-cogtfi]

TW: sensitive content

This quote from the late COG-TFI founder David Berg is an example of him openly soliciting pornography and justifying it as a spiritual expression of humility. Berg requested that cult women produce and send him pornography, which he termed “nudie cuties”, and he commented on these images throughout cult publications.

Moreover, from the late 1970s through most of the 1980s, the cult periodically published pornographic magazines titled “Nudie Cuties!” and distributed them to members worldwide. These magazines compiled images of nude or partially nude female cult members of all ages. After new female converts had completed their training and become full-time cult members, they were encouraged to appear in these magazines as an “introduction” to the general cult community.

Berg’s shameless sexualization of women and girls set the tone for a cult culture and system that treated female members as sexual objects and subjected them to extensive exploitation, abuse, and dehumanization.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

Party - o2

CW: implied whumper changing Whumpee’s clothes, public humiliation, pet whump, asphyxiation, corset, defiant whumpee, swearing, intimate whumper, non con touch (non sexual)

[masterlist]

Len had to take off the straps for o2 to change, so they had replaced one restriction with another. A thick leather muzzle with metal rivets serving as small air holes.

There wasn’t nearly enough, but it was temporary.

They changed their pet into something more fitting of a party, more elegant and luxurious. No expense was spared for their pet’s first appearance, every article of clothing on him made especially for him. The shirt collar had been made low as to not cover the dark bruises that bloomed around his throat.

No, Len would never dream of covering those.

The waistcoat was black with golden filigree embroidered across it. It fit perfectly over the white dress shirt, double collar plunging to the center of his chest. His black slacks and shined shoes were left less ostentatious so as to not distract from the rest of the outfit.

Usually, Len wasn’t a fan of most corsets. Truthfully, something about the function made them uncomfortable. Shaping ribs and moving organs was wrong. Disturbing. However, a friend had suggested one that they simply couldn’t refuse.

It was black with golden ribbing, lacing tightly in the back. It didn’t try to rearrange the boy’s shape or cause his ribs to stick out. This corset was just pressure, just restriction, keeping his lungs even more contained in his chest.

O2 whimpered when they secured it, legs only barely keeping him standing. He had to lurch forward to hang onto the bathroom counter for support. Len smiled and ran a hand down his spine.

“Do you like it Sweetheart? I had it made specially for you.” They looked up into the mirror in front of them, looking directly into o2’s face. The muzzle covered much of it, but his expressive eyes were still there. They were hazy and pained, glaring back at them. Amused, Len wrapped their arms around his chest and placed their chin onto his shoulder.

His arms shook to keep them both supported.

“I like it.”

Len released their pet and turned to gather the next step of the process. O2 was fading fast, so they guided him to the stool they prepared next to the vanity. They had to keep a hand behind his head for support as they applied the eyeliner and shadow.

More straps, only three this time, were replaced around the boy’s chest. The buckles were gold with slick black leather, evenly spaced. O2 whimpered at the sensation and the way that combined with the corset. He couldn’t breathe out, or down, forcing his shoulders to rise and fall drastically to try and find space. Even gasping did nothing, barely able to get air past the muzzle pressed onto his face.

The marble of the bathroom started to grow fuzzy.

Len unclasped the muzzle carelessly, as if it was nothing. As if it was just another piece of fabric - not a death sentence that had been locked over his nose and mouth. O2 gasped loudly then immediately shivered at the wave of pain that swept over his throat. It hurt, it hurt so much. It stabbed and cut, every fiber sore and wounded. His pain earned him nothing but a smile a soft hand on his shoulder.

The last accessory that Len had for their boy was a golden circlet to sit in his black hair. It wasn’t too thin, large enough to clearly be seen in the dark locs.

“Mmmnn yes,” they purred, taking him gently by the chin. O2 squeezed his eyes closed, unwilling to see the delight and pride in their face.

A few tears escaped and made their way down his face.

~~

O2 hadn’t been left in a corner. No no, that would have been too merciful for this nightmare. He had been left in the center of the room, holding himself up with the help of a side table. There were so many people. At first, he had been so shocked to see them, so excited at the prospect of getting help. This was obviously torture, obviously against his will. The bruises on his neck couldn’t be mistaken for anything else, and he was so weak. Even with the limited amount that he could talk, someone would have to notice, wouldn't they?

The guests that milled around did notice. They noticed the bruises and the way his legs trembled. They noticed the red marks from the muzzle that hadn’t quite gone away and the straps that cut into his chest. They noticed all of it, knew exactly what it was, and did nothing.

More than nothing, they enjoyed the view.

The first time one of them had come to lift his head up, to examine him closer he was so sure that they would lean over and whisper in his ear. Tell him it was an act, that they were going to get him out. That they were undercover and any second the door would be blown down and he’d be saved.

They never did that.

Instead, they palmed his head back and forth, thumbed over the bruises and brushed his hair to the side. They wiped away the tears that wouldn’t stop and smiled when he winced as he swallowed. No one wanted to help him.

“Gorgeous, isn’t he? You wouldn’t believe how angry this one is when he’s given a little slack.” Len was always nearby, sipping their wine and keeping an eye on their guests and pet. O2 snarled at them from across the room.

“Seems to me that you’ve already given him enough slack,” their guests muttered. Len chuckled.

“I wanted him to be entertaining. At least for now. I don’t know if he’s the best one I’ve had, but he is my current favorite pet.”

“N-not… your, pet,” Kenji ground out, having to take a shallow breath between each word. He grit his teeth and didn’t let his gaze drop. The air was just barely enough to let him speak, so he would have this asshole know his mind.

Len smiled, infuriating him.

“Oh yes you are dear. But, if you insist to learn your place in front of all these fine people who am I to stop you?” They strode over and took him by the arm, dragging him to the center of the crowd. Kenji tried to wrench his arm away, but there was no point.

“Tell me Sweetheart - where do pets belong?” Len let him go, watching as Kenji wobbled on his legs. He grabbed his own arms to try and find some balance. Another scowl, but no answer.

“Fine, if you don’t want to play, pets sit on the ground. Do you see any of us on the floor? No? That’s because we’re not pets. But do you know who will end tonight curled up on this carpet - like a pet?” They began to circle their pet, well aware that their raised voice was attracting the attention of every guest in attendance.

O2 grit his teeth, “but I’m not on the carpet - am I asswipe?”

Len laughed politely as they slid a hand around the corset and settled over Kenji’s stomach. They straightened his posture, pulled his arms down. Slowly, they leaned closer to whisper into his ear “Yes, but for how much longer?”

With that, they retreated again and Kenji realized the game they were playing. The room was already beginning to warp and sway, strength starting to wane slowly away. It was hard to keep standing with his knees shaking so. Kenji swallowed and closed his eyes against the pain. He wouldn’t be able to keep standing forever.

Or could he?

If it was a test of will, of determination, then he could. He could make it forever to prove that he wasn’t a pet. That he wasn’t some weak thing that could be manipulated and made to feel like an idiot. He wasn’t sweet or precious or soft - he was a pain in everyone’s ass and twice as loud. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of watching him fail.

So Kenji straightened his back further and held his head high. It didn’t matter that that was what the bastard had wanted, didn’t matter that this kept the bruises on perfect display for the entire room. This was Kenji’s decision, Kenji showing all of them that he wasn’t some doll that could be dressed up and paraded around.

But the straps around his chest didn’t care about his resolve.

The corset gave no thought to his pride.

His lungs paid no heed to his stance.

One by one the pressure and tension got to him. His spine arched further down, knees barely knocking together. Shaking hands found his forearms and he tried to hang on again, tried to keep strong.

But it wasn’t a battle of wills. It was human necessity.

His vision whirled and he found himself losing balance. In a moment he went down, carpet only barely dulling the sound of his knees hitting the floor. O2 curled in on himself, hot, angry tears spilling down his face. No, no no no he wasn’t- he wasn’t.

“There you go sweetheart. Isn’t that better? More comfortable? Things are easier for you when you do what you’re told.”

O2 tried to take deep breaths, tried to get back onto his hands and knees stand up again. He wasn’t, he wasn’t - but he couldn’t stand. His act of defiance had stripped away the last of his energy, leaving him defenseless and limp on the carpet.

Like a pet

~~

@milk-carton-whump @whump-it @whump-me-all-night-long @mysticwhump @bumpthumpwhump

[tomurasprincess]

I love your writing prompts! Can you do 10 with Hawks please? 💕

Pairing: Hawks x Reader Rating: Explicit + Quote: Darling you’re such a tease. Are you trying to rile me up right now? Word: Public Warnings: Dubcon, public sex, humilation, exhibitionism, yandere

Prompt Masterlist

“Can we go home yet? This event is so boring.”

You sigh and roll your eyes at your boyfriend as he once again complains about your refusal to leave with him. Takami Keigo, hero name Hawks, is the number 2 hero in the rankings and as such, was expected to make an appearance at certain events. This was a rather large one for the announcement of the new hero rankings, and there would have been talk and criticism if he had failed to even make an appearance.

“You know we can’t leave yet. They haven’t even gotten to your placement yet,” you remind him gently.

He gives a long suffering sigh. “I’m not sure why I need to stay for that. We know where I’ll be in the rankings.”

“But you also know they’ll want you to say a few words.”

“They can let Endeavor do it. He’ll still be number 1.”

“Endeavor has the personality of a bulldozer. They don’t want him to speak at these events.”

Hawks snorts at your comparison, but doesn’t refute it. “Nah, I think I’m done.” He moves to stand up and you instantly feel concern that he might actually bail. You had to come up with a plan to make him stay a bit longer.

You had assured several people that Hawks would be here and would stay for the climax of the event, where they were giving him additional recognition for some of his more undercover work. He wouldn’t tell you exactly what this work was, but you knew it pertained to the League of Villains.

“And what if I made it worth your while?” You say quietly, in as seductive of a voice as you can muster.

“Oh, now I’m interested,” Hawks smirks as he sits back down in his chair. “Do tell me more.”

“It’s simple. Stay and you get to sleep in the bed. Leave, and you get the couch tonight.” You give him your best innocent smile as you wait for his response.

But he doesn’t respond as you think he will. His eyes flash darkly for a second before he plasters his fake, public smile on his face. “Darling, you’re such a tease.”

You give him a look of mock innocence. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”  You rub your leg against his at the same time as your hand brushes dangerously close to his inner thighs. “I would never tease.”

“Are you trying to rile me up right now? I don’t think I would advise it.” He gives a deliberate pause after his statement, and a calculating look directed at you. “Unless you want me to punish you, of course.”

You allow your hand to deliberately brush against his hardening erection, fortunately not visible from under the table you’re sitting at. He lets out a hiss before grabbing your hand and using it to rub himself through his pants.

“Keigo!” You chastise him. “That’s a bit too far.”

“Oh little bird, you’re the one who started this.” He unzips his pants and pulls his cock free. “And you’re the one who’s going to fix it.” He wraps his hands around your waist before settling you on his lap.

Now you feel actual fear. You know Hawks can seem casual, even uncaring at times, but underneath that persona is a dark and troubled man. You have a hard time reading him even at the best of times, and right now you can’t figure out if he intends to go through with this or not.

“Keigo, we’re in public. You need to stop.”

“But being in public like this turns you on, doesn’t it?” One hand reaches down to slide your dress up your hips, while the other one reaches underneath to graze against your pussy. “You’re so wet.”

Your eyes are quickly dashing around the event hall, looking at everyone surrounding you and checking in panic to make sure they’re not noticing this. “Keigo, I’m serious, you can’t be - “ your words are cut off by a sharp intake of breath as something hot and hard prods at the entrance of your throbbing pussy.

You try to pull yourself up from his arms, but only succeed in grinding down even harder on his lap. Hawks lets out a soft moan at the stimulation before he gently lifts up your body. You think that maybe he’s come to his senses, realizes how damaging this could be to his career as a hero. But those thoughts are quickly proven wrong as you feel him adjust himself before sliding into your dripping cunt, inch by slow inch.

You throw your head back against his shoulder as you let out a wanton moan at the feeling of him filling you up.

“Shh, gotta be quiet now, little bird.” He chuckles into your ear. “Don’t want anyone to know what a dirty little slut the number 2 hero’s girlfriend is, now do we?”

You begin to make a sharp retort, but you forget what it is completely as he begins to move. The way you’re positioned, with your legs barely open, allows him to get so deep inside of you, allowing him to fuck up into you. You let out a small gasp at the feeling of him stretching you open, your face burning in humiliation but also arousal. The idea of getting caught is terrifying, but you have to admit that it has also gotten you more turned on than you’ve ever been.

Your moans only increase in volume as he slips a hand under your dress and begins to rub tight circles on your clit. You can feel the drag of his cock against your tight walls, causing you to clench down even harder around him.

He hisses out a curse as he quickens his pace, grunts and groans spilling from his mouth like a chorus. You can feel your juices dripping down his length as he fucks you, staining his dress pants.

One arm wraps around your front to pull you down into his now punishing thrusts, and you worry the whole room can hear the wet sounds of your pussy as he pounds into you. You can feel yourself getting closer to an intense orgasm, and you bring your hand to your mouth to bite into the soft skin there to hold in your moans.

“Oh no, you don’t get to hide those noises from me.” Keigo simply grabs your hand and pulls it away from your mouth. “Why don’t you let the whole room know how much of a slut you are? That you’re MY slut?”

His crude words has your cunt throbbing, and you find yourself unable to care about everyone else. It feels too good for him to claim you in front of everyone, painting your insides white and proving to everyone here that you belong to him.

The pressure inside of you is building to a fever pitch, and you let out a choked sob. “Please Keigo, I want to - “

Hawks begins to rub your clit harder as his thrusts get even faster and more merciless. You can feel him throbbing inside of you and you know that he’s just as close as you are. When he leans in to nip at your neck with sharp teeth, it’s finally enough to send you over the edge. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you cum hard, cunt fluttering wildly around hs cock. Keigo gives one last grunt as he reaches his own end, hot ropes of cum filling your cunt up and dripping out to stain both of your clothes.

Hawks waits until he’s emptied himself inside of you before lifting you up gently, righting your dress and his own pants.

“Keigo, are you insane?” You hiss out at him. “Do you know how easily we could have been caught?” But Keigo simply smiles his usual cocky, carefree smile and shrugs his shoulders as he points to the stage. “They’ve finally announced my hero rating,” he comments, completely avoiding your concerns.

But before he moves to walk up, he leans in to whisper a warning to you. “Just wait until we get home, little bird, so that I can punish you properly.”

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[the-winter-witcher]

Submission

Pairings: Michael Langdon x f!reader

Summary: Sometimes what Michael needs is a bit of a firm hand (or shoe), luckily you’re there to give it to him

Warnings: major shoe kink, like idk what the hell happened here but this is your warning, oral (f!receiving), anal penetration, humiliation, dom/sub relationship, praise kink, worship kink, semi public sex, dirty talk

Word Count: 1.3k

Michael kneels before you in the bunker foyer, the firelight casting dancing shadows across his face as he awaits your command. 

“Begin” is all you say but he’s eager to move at your command. He stays on his knees, hands still by his side as he presses his lips along your thigh slowly. The second he has his head within reach you wrap your fingers through his hair and hold him, controlling his movements as you press him in deeper. He takes his time, pressing soft kisses and licking long stripes through your tights and you can feel the heat of his mouth on your skin beneath. As you relax you release your grip slightly and he takes the opportunity to sink his teeth in and tear at your tights to rip them open and leave you exposed. You stop in his tracks, gripping his chin in your palm, your nails indenting in his skin as you chastise him for misbehaving and he at least has the good graces to look sorry.

"If you're sorry, love, show me how much" and you shift your grip from his chin to his hair, gripping right at the roots as you push him down between your legs, "use that mouth to really apologise to me" 

He is so eager to get his mouth on you, his tongue running broad stripes all the way from your entrance to your clit, and he fucking moans when you pull him closer, practically riding his face You don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how well he's doing, not yet, so instead you pull his head back to look him in the eye, "You eat me so well, do you like it? Like being forced onto your knees and made to eat my cunt, little one?" 

His face flushes bright red at that, his eyes widening in barely disguised shock as he registers how good your words make him feel "Oh, did you like that, little one? You can answer me, go ahead" his lips tremble slightly as he finds his voice, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he speaks. "Yes, fuck, yes I liked that"

"Yes what?" Your grip tightens in his hair and though you know it won't physically hurt him it does make him wince. 

"Yes goddess, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" 

"That's twice now, little one, twice you've disrespected me. What do you suppose we should do about that, hmm? Take off my shoe, no little one, no, you're not to move from where you are. Take it off, that's it, and get it nice and wet" he doesn't break eye contact as he does as you instruct, knowing he really needs to make it up to you

He groans as the heel slips into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed as he presses it even deeper into his throat. 

"Good boy, get it nice and wet, you're going to need it for what comes next" he moans again as you instruct him to hold it in his mouth without using his hands so that he can undress himself, still not releasing your grip on his hair.

He's fast, ripping the clothes off as quickly as his hands will allow him while trying to keep himself steady so as not to drop the shoe.

"Very good little one, now" you release his hair, "is that nice and wet?"

He nods at you, knowing he's not allowed to speak until you permit it.

"Then you know what to do, and be a good boy for me and make sure I can hear you moan"

He doesn't break eye contact as he pulls the heel from his mouth, giving it one last lick from top to bottom as he looks at you before shifting up higher on his knees to make room as he slides the shoe underneath him. 

He moans, deep and intoxicating, as he slips just the tip in with no preparation. 

"Like this, goddess?" he eyes your heaving chest knowing that you like what you see, but he knows well enough not to smirk despite wanting to.

"Yes, little one, let me watch you fuck yourself for me, harder"

He does as you ask, instantly pressing the heel all the way in before thrusting his hand and grinding his hips, moaning perfectly to put on a show for you. You can see his cock twitching with each thrust, already dripping with need as he performs, and watching him is almost too much as you reach for his hair to guide him back between his legs

His moans cause vibrations that sink to your core as he presses his tongue into you while his nose grazes against your clit, all the while he keeps up his momentum as he works himself open for you. It doesn't take long until you're coming on his face, the combination of his moans and his mouth too much as you cry out beneath his face

He doesn't stop until you pull his face away with a moan, and when he looks up at you you can see the way your slick is coating his face. He licks his lips desperate to get every drop of you he can, and another moan falls from him as he laps your taste from his lips.

"You can come, little one, come for me, but don't dare touch yourself" 

His movements speed up and he fully allows himself to give in, fucking himself quickly and harshly as he rides the heel. 

"Please, goddess, talk to me" he pleads and his voice sounds broken in a way you've never heard before, he sounds as fucked as he looks.

"What do you want to hear, little one? Want me to tell you how pretty you look like this, how absolutely gorgeous you look fucking yourself open for me?" his eyes flutter closed again as his moans echo around the large room.

He thrusts a few more times and you can tell he's close by how stuttered his movements are, his moans breaking open harshly, and he paints the floor with hot streaks of his come as he moans for you.

His head collapses on your knees as he pulls the heel out shakily and discards it to one side, both of you panting as you hold him.

"Did so good for me, so good" you praise as you card your fingers through his sweat damp hair and the moan he gives off this time is a softer one, subdued and gentle just like he is in your hands, "let's get you up, we need to clean up love"

He nods weakly against you before pushing himself to his feet, immediately reaching out a hand to help you up as well. You walk together through the halls with your fingers still intertwined, your shoes long since discarded as you make your way to your room.

As soon as you're through the door you guide him to the bathroom, drawing him a hot bath which the two of you share, and he sits between your legs as you wash his back and hair for him, appreciating all of the gentle gasps and sighs of contentment that fall from him.

"Thank you, for today, for every day, for everything" he murmurs so quietly you almost miss it

The rest of the bath is spent whispering sweet words to each other and you stay there long past the water has gone cold; Michael occasionally heats it for you with ease but when you let out a small yawn he insists on heading to bed. You fall asleep wrapped in his arms as he lays behind you, his head pressed into your hair and his arms pulling you close.

[prettyboykatsuki]

please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg

tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink 

PT. 1

a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$# 

i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it. 

like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later. 

anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him. 

when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you. 

he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life. 

he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up 

he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe. 

and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ???? 

youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache. 

you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay.  you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered) 

you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima 

but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand. 

you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake. 

kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him. 

ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences. 

kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class. 

he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone. 

aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him. 

and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera. 

it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight 

but he got..  many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early 

well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile. 

bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you. 

“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused.  you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare. 

your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?” 

the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like 

“what are we doing out here?” 

bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth. 

“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,” 

this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you. 

“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday” 

he growls a little against your throat. 

“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?” 

you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed. 

you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear. 

“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,” 

the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench. 

he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you. 

“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?” 

you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt. 

“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck” 

you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough 

but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop 

and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt  

you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary. 

he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene. 

but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering. 

and bkgs just in your ear like 

“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,” 

when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard 

“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?” 

you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too 

“yeah..yeah” 

[letsliketurtles]

shipping does not equal morality (personal rant)

Hi to whoever found this and wants to take the time to read my personal thoughts on something I investigated and spent some genuine reflection time for several weeks. 

If anybody has been following my posts, you’d know that I commented on the Encanto fandom’s TW/Madrigalcest shippings and gave a respectful heads up that I wouldn’t be commenting much on it, although I am proship. I wanted to follow up on that and come out here to say that I am no longer against it and for me to have been against it reveals my own hypocrisy in proship. This absolutely does NOT mean I condone incest in real life, nor does it mean anybody else who creates works for it does. I just wanna take this time to dive deeper into why properly discussing proship within fandoms is becoming increasingly important in understanding how people engage with each other. The Encanto fandom is still quite young but the tendencies occurring within it must be discussed respectfully. 

After exploring the Encanto fandom spaces across social media, there is without a doubt an extremely large audience that indulges in Madrigalcest, canon x oc pairings, nsfw, and all different kinds of head canons. I have nothing against this, in fact, I encourage it. On Twitter, some of the Encanto animators have been questioned whether or not they are aware of all of this “sinful (as the morally righteous fans would argue)” fan content being made and they’ve acknowledged it in a positive manner by stating that they don’t mind and enjoy seeing how other people interpret their works. The animators have literally answered before that they are not disturbed nor against it. 

Does this mean you, whoever you are, have to be proship/tolerant too? Of course not! Everybody is free to interpret media in their own ways and find comfort in whatever way suits them because SHIPPING DOES NOT EQUAL MORALITY. Fictional writings, works, drawings, etc. are NOT always a direct introspective look into the artist. In 2022, I would’ve thought that internet fandoms would be “woke” enough to understand that there is no reason for anybody to harass fans through public callouts, threads explaining why they are horrible people and should harm themselves, or wish sexual abuse upon others over FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. If anything, we’re approaching a limit where I am STUNNED by how many younger fans are the very ones smiting each other with such violent words. There are many adults inappropriately engaging in this disgusting behavior as well with little to no regard that there is another human being behind that user screen. Where is the humility when it comes to REAL fans and internet users? Is it only reserved for fictional comfort characters or for people who strictly agree with you? 

I have a high tolerance for what people will interpret/create in their fictional works because I understand the human complexity that exists in trauma works. Does everybody forget that some of the most famous works were written out of needing to cope with trauma, such as death and abuse? But I also understand that sometimes people just create things for the hell of it! Both are perfectly fine. I believe that any attempt to put a morality spectrum on somebody’s fictional works, unless they are explicitly meant to portray moral correctness, is a waste of precious time and energy. 

The Encanto fandom is an interesting example of where the international majority across Tik Tok, YouTube, and Instagram is rooted in understanding that most of their fan works are fictional and most importantly, for fun. On Twitter and other parts of Instagram, there is an extremely resilient American minority who attempts to oust the majority who exhibit proship tendencies and overall tolerant towards differing fanon opinions/art. Their fandom discourse has become so extreme to where trending hashtags such as “#ShutUpGringo2022″ were used in opposition to the minority who keeps attempting to police how the majority enjoy Encanto and other Latine works. This is such an unfortunate event and it saddens me to see how it is also not the only instance of this fandom’s conflict. There is no point in policing somebody’s experience online in fandom spaces unless they are directly harassing or causing harm to you. We have so many methods of blocking and muting users/tags, yet people will still go out of their way to express their anger against other fans. 

I could understand the upheaval of the minority if Disney or the Encanto animators directly spoke up against it. However, they do not. Why wouldn’t they? Hello? Any sort of fandom attention is better for their product than no attention at all lol. It wouldn’t be the first Disney controversy either. Until then, I don’t understand why would anybody go out of their way to express such deep opposition when majority of the international fandom across various social media accounts will post Madrigalcest...

ANYWAYS, I still won’t post much about those ships because I can appreciate it from the distance without having to trash others for enjoying it. Cmon, stuff like this is supposed to be fun. It’s 2022, just let people do what they wanna do online so long as it’s legal and it doesn’t endanger anybody. Most of us are strangers to one another anyways. It’s just as easy to hit the block/mute button and get on with your life with good vibes. Peace. ✌️ 

[getoswhore]

+ ARCHIVED M.LIST! (i don't write for this anime anymore!)

☰ ONE-SHOTS!

tomura shigaraki ,

reputation : there's a big frat party going on the day a major project is due, maybe the incel of the school wouldn't mind a deal. | est. 1.0k wc

cw/tw : sws + quirkless/college au, shiggy is creepy, dry humping, shiggy drools, humilation(?), reader is grossed out, shiggy premature ejaculates.

touya todoroki ,

priced pussy : giving a lap dance to the mischievous and handsy, dabi always leads to other private sessions. | est. 1.9k wc

cw/tw : sws + cowgirl position, spanking, degrading, creampie, overstimulation, praising.

☰ DRABBLES!

tomura shigaraki ,

combo breaker : shiggy has fun with you with his controller. | est. 0.6k wc

cw/tw : pwp + shiggy uses his controller as a vibrator on y/n, overstimulation, slight nipple play, slight ear play(?), squirting.

shōta aizawa ,

promises : your beloved aizawa has been too focused on his work, disregarding your existence when you're around until you show up in a cute little black dress in his office and watch him plea for forgiveness. | est. 0.7k wc

cw/tw : pwp + voyeurism, semi-public sex, desk sex, squirting.

☰ THIRST!

tomura shigaraki ,

incel! shigaraki creamping you like a loser

midnight ,

domming a bratty midnight

threesome w/ teasing midnight + mirko

mirko ,

threesome w/ teasing mirko + midnight

☰ SCENARIOS/OTHER!

baby trapping : being baby trapped by your favs and why they would. | ft. multi-characters + fandoms

tomura shigaraki ,

shigaraki w/ gamer girl s/o : nsfw headcanons of gamer! shiggy and his gamer! girlfriend

[yandere-daydreams]

Mammon def seems like the type of yandere that would (once his darling becomes more compliant) totally flaunt the scars he gave them to his brothers, whether he meant to leave them or not. And his darling is there, quietly pleading with him to let them put their shirt back down because it's embarrassing having your entire torso on full display for people you don't know.

tw - unbalanced power dynamics, possessive mindests, marking, non-consensual touching, implied public non-con/humilation, slight infantalization.

I can totally picture Mammon doing something like this with a minor demon, though. He’s greedy, like that, too possessive to not want to show off his latest conquest - even if his conquest doesn’t seem very fond of how often he likes to stake his claim.

It doesn’t help that demons are naturally more shameless, in the Devildom. It’s all about base desires, instincts and temptations and urges, especially for an Avatar with such a primal sin. There are rules, obviously, a reputation he has to put in some effort to maintain, but that never seems to stop him from harassing you, dragging you down the halls of RAD by your wrist, laughing off your attempts to talk to other students, keeping himself occupied during lectures with your neck, your thighs, your tender skin and all the different kinds of marks he can leave on it, when the mood strikes him. If you’re not by his side, then you’re on his lap, his mouth on your collarbone and his hand under your shirt, something he’d free you of completely if he wasn’t so nice. You should be thankful for that, honestly, how kind he can be, how much of a softie he is, at heart. He’ll be happy to remind you that any other demon, any other beast, any of his dear brothers would treat you a thousand times worse than he does, even if you don’t seem very grateful for his self-control.

That might be why it irks him so much when you push him away, when you shove and struggle and stumble over your words, going on about how much you hate him, how this is an abuse of status, how disgusting he is, just for wanting to have a little fun. He’s sure you wouldn’t complain if it was someone else, Satan or Asmodeus or Lucifer, but you don’t get a say, and you’re just going to have to find a way to live with that. You should just be thankful he’s more patient than his brothers, too. Rather than getting rid of your completely, he’ll just make sure you learned your lesson, keeping a hand clamped over your mouth as he showed you how much worse things would be, if he wasn’t such a nice guy. He tries to make it quick, only ever letting a few strangers watch, but you always cry so hard afterward, always cling to him so tightly, it’s hard honestly hard to feel guilty. You’re so far below him, after all. You're harmless, compared to him.

It’s the least you could do to behave for your superior, after he shows you how weak you really are

[lesetoilesfous]

TW: Canon-typical mention of sexual assault, rape, child abuse, genocide

thinking about how Anders showed up in Kirkwall with nothing and proceeded to heal refugees, deliver their children, and generally help anyone in need - including criminals and gang members and elves - for nothing, asking for nothing in return. thinking about how that generosity and humility leads to other refugees talking about him as if they know him personally and talk to him often, as if he shares things about himself with them. thinking about how he inspires loyalty to the point of self-sacrifice, but he never asks for it. thinking about how he is immediately willing to fight to protect these people for whom he never stops working. 

thinking about how he spends four years smuggling teenagers out of the circle. thinking about how he is fully aware of the rumours and reality of sexual harassment against children, the lobotomy of children, and myriad abuses of power. thinking about how he risks his life alone on top of healing miners and delivering babies for four years explicitly to protect these children from experiencing the abuses he’s witnessed. (and perhaps experienced himself).

thinking about how it takes six years of peaceful protest and healing for free to turn a doctor into a soldier. thinking about how it takes two years of not being able to help the children: two years in which he sees more and more teenagers turning up lobotomised in the gallows courtyard, numbly, publicly speaking about the sexual abuses they’re suffering. thinking about how ‘templar death squads’ go after non-mage Kirkwall citizens for taking in relatives who’ve escaped the gallows and are bleeding to death from flogging. thinking about how anders starts healing non-mages and mages alike from templar abuses. thinking about how he sees everyone and everything he has come to care for in this city being abused and murdered by a military dictatorship.

thinking about how he attacks the chantry at night, when it’s closed to the public. thinking about how the explosion doesn’t expand outwards, but goes straight up into the sky, a targeted beacon. thinking about how grand cleric elthina expelled the previous viscount of kirkwall in a trial without legal precedent, functionally turning kirkwall into a theocracy. thinking about how grand cleric elthina claims to be powerless, when she is the one who crowned meredith. thinking about how the only person meredith answers to is elthina. thinking about elthina, in a church full of gold, sending chantry sisters to demand donations from prostitutes in lowtown, providing no aid to the refugees or the poor, knowingly permitting the rape and lobotomy and murder of dozens of children. thinking about elthina signing a right of annulment at the start of act 3, without just cause, knowing meredith will use it, when the circle is swollen with starkhaven mages and it will lead to the slaughter of over 1000 innocent people of all ages, including children and the elderly. thinking about genocide.

thinking about how american christian imperialism has excused the invasion and slaughter of millions of people in dozens of countries. thinking about how the american government has repeatedly deposed legal rulers and installed puppets. thinking about how the american government sells weapons to terrorist cells and fascist militaries around the world and claims it’s justified in ‘the war on terrorism’. thinking about how by Israeli law “sleeping” is a terrorist act. thinking about how the american government sets up military training schools in other countries that teach soldiers to rape and torture their victims. thinking about how the american government’s stranglehold on what does and does not count as terrorism functionally equates to who is and is not obedient to the christian, capitalist party line.*

thinking about how media is not removed from its context. thinking about how strange it is that a story about a doctor working for free who attempts to prevent a genocide becomes a story about a twisted villain who wants only power and is clearly deranged and evil. 

thinking about why a doctor who works for free to help the poor is threatening to american imperialism. thinking about the difference between military occupation and fighting back. thinking about who’s on the wrong side of the war. 

just. thinking.

*For sources see Exile: Rejecting America and Finding the World by Belén Fernández