#slutshame LOVINGLY

[ratatatastic]

the swede tax must in fact be paid even if forsy isnt on the ice the taxman will get it somehow

florida panthers @ la kings (quebec city) | 10.5.24

[yzashaven]

mean kuni ngh

SO REAL POOKIE

mean!kuni who would degrade, slutshame, and humiliate you through sharp words

mean!kuni who would choke you sensually to make you cum harder as you spasm around his cock

mean!kuni who teases and edges you until you're a crying and whimpering mess under him. kissing your tears away lovingly only to call you pathetic right after

mean!kuni who enjoys fucking you into complete submission and pushing your limits until you can't take the pleasure he's giving you anymore

BUT ALSOOO

mean!kuni who's a god at aftercare!! cuddling your weak body and making sure that he didn't really hurt you in any way painful, that those tears you cried were of overstimulation only<3

[prettyboypistol]

Ur scout content is so good, i was hoping to get some more nsfw stuff of him. Specifically him bottoming or being a sub in general, daddy kink is good too :]

TF2 Scout x M!Reader +18 || Cheerleader Reject +ART

CONTENT WARNING: SLUR USAGE/HEAVY DEGRADATION KINK

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.

[Sub!Bottom!Scout][Bully Kink] [ImpactPlay/Breathplay/BDSM elements][Daddy Kink] [Pseudo-slutshaming][Kinda fucked up but it's all safe, sane, and consentual]

Jeremy was sitting in a fold up chair in his room as you opened the door. He had asked you to come to his room later this night. There your boyfriend was, makeup on his face and pretty red lingerie covered his body. It was a pretty good model, strikingly similar to the kind of lingerie you found him staring at in his playboy magazines.

"So uh, I wanted to try a lil sumthin-sumthin." He mumbled, his eyes never meeting yours. The sight certainly had you intrigued. He stood up and took a few steps toward you.

"And what's that something?" You asked as you shut and locked the door, your hands instantly on his hips where the bottoms started. "I think you've gotten in touch with your feminine side."

"Yeah, you could say that." Jeremy trailed off awkwardly before he suddenly looked up to you. "Can we be a little rough tonight?"

You grab Scout, one hand on his shoulder and the other grabbed at his chin. The immediate response of Scout's pupils blown was like your own special high. You could feel how shallow his breathing was in his neck.

"How rough?"

"Beat me up good, daddy."

Oh.

That was the code for the extreme stuff. You two had discussed some of Scout's harder kinks before. You'd be lying if you didn't acknowledge that you thought Jeremy wasn't hot as hell when he moaned and whines when you struck him. It pained you to see the marks not left by hickeys on your dear boy, so that's why the scenes were a rare occasion.

"What's your safeword?" You ask calmly, stroking over Scout's face lovingly.

"Pinball." He responded, voice barely above a murmur.

You waited expectantly, and wit a quick "oh!" of realization, Scout flicked your bicep twice.

With that, you slapped Scout across the face. He let out a noise akin to a gasp at the stinging sensation.

You grabbed at Scout's short hair and yanked him into a painful kiss as you bit at his bottom lip roughly with a forceful motion to open his mouth, your tongue nearly choking him. Despite the treatment, you felt his dick twitch through the shorts. You tightened your grip in the hairs in your hand with your nails scratched against Scout's scalp.

"God, what a whore." You mumble against Scout's mouth before you shoved him to his knees, your hand still in his hair tightly. "Go do what you're made for."

Jeremy's hands were unbuttoning your pants in an instant as he mouthed at the silhouette of your dick through your briefs. All it took was a quick corrective smack on that pretty face of his for your boy to behave himself. After all, you didn't want to get spit on your underwear.

You had no idea what the submissive mindset did to Scout's throat, but he never gagged when his eyes glossed over like that. When Jeremy begged for you to dominate him and control him, something in his body just needed you to use him in every way you saw fit.

"That's it, what a good little fag." You praise mockingly.

The way Jeremy deepthroats you in response nearly had you seeing stars.

"Goddamn, you like that? Being called what you are? A cock-sucking, pathetic, needy little queer? With all that makeup you like a cheerleader reject." You drabble on with a loving edge to your voice. Jeremy whimpered a little noise of agreement as he continued to suck you off like he needed it to survive.

A quick removal of Scout off of you had your sweet boy whining in loss, but you grappled at his shoulder strap and hoisted him up, only for you to use the force and shove him onto his bed. You've never seen Jeremy so turned on, the erection pressed against the soft fabric strained painfully as a little drop of precum stained the cloth.

"Daddy please, I've been a good whore, haven't I?" He begged. You always loved how Scout's accent accentuated that word. Whore. Scout wanted so desperately to be one- or as he called it, a "ladies man". Both of you knew deep down that the way Scout looked at those sultry women at bars who got all their drinks paid for wasn't out of lust, but out of jealousy. The lusty gaze of people undressing him was something Scout always craved.

"Spread those legs and try again." You demand with a quick hit to the side of Scout's thigh.

As much as you wanted to rip a hole in the seam of that piece of fabric that prevented you from fucking Jeremy, he did look rather pretty. You allowed him the grace to remove the offending article as he opened his legs for you.

You spit on your fingers haphazardly and pressed up against Jeremy's ass, but you were met with barely any resistance and the feeling of warm lube. The little bottle of lube that you both are all too familiar with on the nightstand, clearly recently used. The realization made you drunk with a greed that you seldom felt. You needed Scout. You needed to hear his voice. You needed his nails raking up your back while you rail him into a different plane of existence.

Scout wasn't sure when your hand wrapped around his neck- probably around the time when he started babbling "Daddy- oh god, c'mon, please don't tease me- Daddy please fuck me." but regardless, the thrill of the lack of oxygen only made him squirm all the more. You permitted him to sneak his hand down between his legs as you pushed inside him, but not without a few words.

"Getting choked out and bullied makes you need to rub one out? How the hell did you pass mercenary training without shooting in your pants, huh? Do you run away to jack off during battles too?"

Jeremy wanted to rebut the claims, but the feeling of asphyxiation was far too addictive for him to care about snapping back too much.

You let him breathe, of course you did, but with how Jeremy begged you to choke him again and harder each time made you cruelly question if he should get breaks. You'd still give him breaks while he protested, but the thought did slip out of your mouth as a low threat, right as you started to pick up your pace.

"Daddy! Fuck! Jesus Christ, right there!" Jeremy whined.

"I am, needy bitch." You respond. "Or is this not good enough for you? Do I need to call in all the other mercs to run through you like the slut you are?"

It wasn't fair of you to ask him such a horny question while you made him see stars! All Scout could respond with was moans broken by ragged breaths! The world around Jeremy blurred as the heat under his skin radiated off of him.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck! Gonna cum! holy fuckin' he-LL!" Scout whimpered you to keep going while he locked his legs around your waist. You pressed your weight into Jeremy as you fucked him crazy, then an idea popped into your head.

"Beg for it." You growled into his ear.

"Wha?-" Scout barely was able to respond through the haze of lust fogged over his senses.

"You heard me bitch. Beg for it."

Jeremy felt a pang of sexy guilt as your words shot him over the edge. You would never be mad at him for such an adorable mistake, but the scene called for a little bit of discipline, no? So, you fucked Jeremy rougher, choked him out, and added an extra gravel to your voice as you feigned a sort of frustrated anger.

"God fucking dammit, slut. Can't even beg for it?" You demean as your grip became tighter on Jeremy's neck. He begged for you to slow down, to give him a break- but you knew that he loved when you used his body for your own means to an end.

"No no, you don't get to be a bitch. You're going to take this fucking dick like the fairy you are and you're going to like it."

Scout keened, barely able to talk through the hold on his neck. "Use me, please Daddy."

Jeremy always looked so fucking hot when he was overstimulated. It wasn't much longer until you shoved your dick as deep as you could as you finally came inside your sweet little darling.

Your hand loosened, removed completely after a moment as you gasped and shuddered through the feelings. Barely conscious, you kissed Jeremy's neck and shoulders while you went from mean and domineering to loving and devoted.

"Good boy, good boy." You murmured as Scout held you tightly.

"I love you." He whispered.

"I love you more." You respond as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

[secondgenerationnerd]

is angry because her mom died?

Angry her mom died

Angry that she lost her home planet

Angry she was sent to live with a family that she didn’t know (them lovingly her doesn’t change the anger)

Angry that she struggled learning English

Angry she had to give up parts of her childhood to be a leader to her people

Angry that people sexualized her so young

Angry that she has to work so hard to understand people

Angry that she works so fucking hard at everything she does but everyone thinks it’s easy

Angry that people slutshame her despite the fact she’s only ever dated/slept with one guy

Angry that the second she lets any of this out people will tell her she’s being dramatic

[bilestat]

[textsfroma3]

Azuma: Well, of course to the untrained eye, I look like a slut.

[thelittlestspider]

random scenes i want to write that won’t leave me alone. so...spoilers >:}.

taglist: @plaguecraft, @ravesthewriter.

warning(s): explosion mention, forced marriage, violence, sex mention, infidelity mention, slutshaming, attempted murder. 

(so to preface this i think i’m probably going to up the character ages by about 3 years. so this would make carter and violet about 19 going on 20, and joe, ray, scott, and tiffany 21 going on 22, and nina 20 going on 21.)

- joe and carter being blasted back by an explosion from the hospital. they fly through a glass window from a story or so up and fall to the concrete, adding to the many aches and pains they’ll feel for the rest of their lives. they’re bleeding, slowly edging toward unconsciousness, reaching toward each other until their fingers almost touch but not making it.

- carter being forced to marry agony while surrounded by guns. carter spacing out during it until it’s time for them to say i do. then being consumed by despair. 

- six having the audacity to hatefuck agony while he’s married to carter. 

carter: you just can’t resist can you?

six looks at carter, purely not giving a fuck. 

carter: you took my parents, my home, my childhood. and you couldn’t even leave me this one last shred of dignity. how fucking dare you come into this house and fuck my husband. 

six: *laughs* this marriage is a farce. agony will eventually tire of you and dispose of you as i planned. there is no dignity for you here. you are a captive you stupid slu--

carter punches six hard enough his head snaps back, nose gushing blood. he groans. 

carter: that’s enough. 

- the portrait scene. oh the portrait scene. or scenes should i say. agony and carter sit next to each other in fine clothes and everything sucks. 

the artist poses them; carter slightly turned to the side while agony stares straight ahead, carter’s left hand clasped in both of agony’s. agony’s hands are cold. it feels like an eternity sitting there. candles flicker eerily around them. carter feels like they’re posing for their funeral. 

- scott watching ray and carter dance in an old ballet studio and having flashbacks to watching carter and the others dance at the ranch. 

- carter gets stranded from the coven during the ball and joe appears, startling carter. he escaped bc he missed carter <3, plus there are plans afoot. they meet ray and scott who are charmed by joe. then some stuff happens that dominoes into the ranch burning down. 

- vanessa forsaking skyler to end the toxic spiral and fix her friendship with lainey. (this makes skyler big mad)

- a scene where skyler offers to drive carter home and like. they keep getting farther and farther out into the town limits until they’re out in idk a barren lot or a field or somewhere very empty or maybe a wooded area (i haven’t decided what it is yet). carter slowly comes to the realization that skyler is bringing them somewhere to kill them. they deny it right up until skyler pulls up to the murder spot. then they’re like, “shit, i have to kill her.”

carter: *numbly* this isn’t the way to my house.

skyler pulls out a gun.

carter just looks at her. 

carter: it didn’t have to be this way.

- a scene where nina is jogging with her dad and he disappears (he stopped to rest under a tree). and nina just fucking loses it. she frantically looks for him thinking he’s been kidnapped or killed or that someone will come after her. then she finds him and flips shit at him for leaving her alone. she’s crying without realizing it. her dad hugs her. (this is inspired by a poem in Life of the Party by Olivia Gatwood)

- oh yeah!! a scene where chantel takes lainey to meet her horse. they’re at a stable somewhere in the neighborhood, where exactly geographically im not sure yet. im not really sure what anne’s doing during this scene but like rn it doesn’t really matter bc it’s lainey/chantel time. they roll up to the horse’s stall and her horse pokes her head out being all cute like horses do. i kind of picture the horse being red or a bay (yes i know it’s sorrel or chestnut. pshh, it’s fucking red). i don’t have a name for the horse either, so if y’all have any fun horse names hit me up lol. 

lainey: oh my god... *reaches out to pet the horse*

chantel: *looks lovingly at lainey, then proudly at her horse* my pride and joy. 

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oh god i’m having a lot of feelings. ;.;

[textsfroma3]

i love having this blog bc every now and again i forget the running gags in the tags, so have a list of my personal favorite bits from my tags & posts

tsumugi is a grandma (self explanatory)

tsumugi watches full house and is kinda too invested in it

where in the world is citron

local taco bell terrified of company of acting pretty boys

bullying sakuya for being a theatre kid

isuke genuinely not realizing that misumi works at mankai and being scared every time he sees him

surprisingly eloquent inebriated citron

kumon fucking loves space jam

lovingly slutshaming azuma

akigumi teambuilding retreat: prison cell edition

akigumi teambuilding retreat the squeakquel: emergency room edition

me giving the mankai boys increasingly specific king titles

petty icon tenma sumeragi

the ever expanding list of musical artists that the mankai boys stan en masse

fuyupoly chaos. you’d think that the fuyugumi boys would be the most sensible and stable in relationships but you’d be wrong

omi immediately succumbing to the need to drink alcohol when one (1) thing goes wrong in akigumi rehearsals

fashion disaster banri settsu

isuke is tired of everyone’s shit

everybody outside of mankai aggressively wondering if the house full of theatre boys is *limp wrist* y’know

masumi collects swords

accordion player misumi

mankai boys getting tased

tasuku getting unreasonably angry at sports

there is a high likelihood that at least one thing within the mankai dorms is on fire at all times

taichi nanao: arsonist in training

chikage putting out increasingly complicated hits on hisoka and his plans getting foiled every time

guy being absolutely indestructible

taichi laughing while getting mugged because he doesn’t know how else to cope

masumi rebels against authority via selling tsuzuru weed sometimes

izumi accidentally offending tasuku by mentioning cheese around him

a whole new world

chikage utsuki scares the fuck out of me: a saga

this is a tag word for word: (it’s fine masumi is impervious to fire damage)

absolutely roasting haruto’s given name

banri dating juza as an example of malicious compliance

welcome back to comedy central’s roast of itaru chigasaki

and finally: kamekichi putting the fear of god in all of these twinks

[mishkakagehishka]

Aren't they being a little too provocative, showing off the napes of their necks like that

I see valkyrie and immediately go "ugh, the whores" which is interesting bc they're like. The least whorish unit. On the surface. But their souls? So, so whorish.