#so considering all that.... goddamn yall you know what?

[clowningaroundmars]

listening to rakim and the pharcyde rn and just thinking it's actually kinda weird that more ppl haven't pointed out how much miles' taste in music affects his life and viewpoint in general

and how being raised by his uncle who's into more old school stuff on earth-42 would affect him and his development

i'm imagining 42 actually clowning 1610 for listening to post malone while placing a labcabincalifornia vinyl on his record player while they chill in his room one day lol

42's tastes would probably be more varied and just... like more developed in general bc he has a man who was more than likely a Part Of The Culture helping to raise him. aaron was out on the streets of brooklyn as a kid most likely swapping diy mixtapes and buying local rap cd's with his allowance/summer job money (assuming he was born like around 1978-1980, then he was most likely on the streets in the mid 90's during the Golden Age of Hip Hop).

not to mention that for aaron to even Do What He Does as the prowler, he is still out on the streets til this day, shooting the shit with fellow neighbors and shaking hands with black market merchants. he's dapping up store owners and trying to get on local gang leaders' good sides for intel. he's making connections! he is most def still swapping music recommendations with ppl in the hood and ordering vinyls online if he can't get his hands on them in physical brick-and-mortar stores

and music seems to be a super important thing to a man like aaron. that would definitely influence miles. interesting that i haven't seen more posts mentioning that actually!

[jarofstyles]

Jealousy - Reaper extra

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Warnings- Jealous H, kinda toxic tbh but we love him, mention of murder and stalking (brief), smut, unprotected sex, restraining, possessive H, etc

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Harry could feel her before he saw her. Arriving back to the clubhouse after work, his body sought her out even if it wasn’t voluntary, eyes pulled in her direction. 

Sitting pretty at the bar, she had a Shirley temple in hand and was chatting to Wiz, legs kicking off the stool as she talked about something. Anything, really. It was irritational to feel jealousy, but he did. It festered in his gut as his boots stomped over to her, watching her eyes light up as he approached but he was quick to shut her up. Gripping her jaw, he tilted her head up and gave her a scathing kiss, not at all appropriate for the situation but… this was the clubhouse. There’d been orgies on the couches. They could handle a kiss. 

He exhaled through his nose, nudging her knee to splay open so he could step between them. Like the good girl she was, or maybe it was the pure shock of it, she did as asked and he was quick to haul her up against him. Palms pressed against his black tee shirt, fingers curling in the fabric as a surprised hum left her mouth. He’d stolen her attention. 

In reality he knew that no one here would go for his girl. They knew that underneath it all, Harry would quite literally kill any single person who put a hand on her- but that didn’t mean he liked to share. The man wasn’t blind to his faults. Jealous, possessive beyond belief, he didn’t like sharing her in the slightest. That smile Wiz had gotten should be his. 

Especially after the day he had. 

“Down boy. We were talking about you.” He laughed, hands up as the kiss disconnected and he turned his head to look at him. The grip on her jaw was released and transferred to the back of her head, pulling her cheek to lay against his chest instead while he gave him a look. She was the only one who could get away with talking to him like that.

“S’fine. Fuck off now, I’ve got it from here..” He wasn’t a man of many words. Considering how fast Harry used to run through women, it was amusing to the lot of them to see Harry be so jealous. From kicking girls out to dragging this girl around with him anywhere he could, it was a massive change. 

Wiz knew better than to poke the bear, wandering off like the smart man he was. 

“That was quite a greeting.” He could feel her smile against his shirt. Fighting his own, he looked down to see her chin tilted up at him and those soft, pretty eyes gazing up at him. It was hard to ignore how that made his chest feel tight. Her cheeks were fuller when she smiled and there was a glimmer in her gaze that he’d only ever seen when she looked at him. If only he could photograph it properly and keep it tucked in his wallet.

“Yeah.” A simple nod followed. “C’mon. Upstairs.” He patted her back, giving her a hand off of the stool. With her hand in his own he walked quickly towards their room, ignoring how his stomach twisted as she giggled behind him. “Let’s go.”

“What's the hurry?” She laughed, jogging slightly to keep up with him. If he could, she knew he’d take two stairs at a time but she didn’t know what the urgency was. It didn’t have to do with the stalking situation considering he didn’t look as murderous as usual, but he’d had a glint in his eye. 

No response was granted on the way up, making her slightly confused until they were in the room and- she was suddenly pinned to the door. 

“The hurry?” He asked lowly. “The hurry is because someone was a goddamn tease today, and I’ve been horny all fuckin’ day.” He ground out, wrists captured above her, her face lit up in recognition. She’d sent him a slew of texts this morning about how much of a shame it was that he’d left her alone when they could have had ‘fun’. 

“Oh…. That.” Bunny smirked. “Wasn’t trying to tease. I was just letting you know my thoughts.” Her delivery was less than innocent, making him scoff as he pressed his cock against her. 

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want t’say, but now it’s your job to take care of what you started.” He released her arms, reprising his role of his hand holding her jaw as he kissed it brutally. “Get my belt off.” Spoken between kisses, he could feel her urgency growing again. 

He’d been worked up all day, slipping his phone back out to read the texts more than he’d admit. There had been a pouty selfie sent by her that he’d saved to his own photos, only furthering his regret for waking up and leaving. Then walking in and seeing her smiling at another man- he was feeling cagey. He knew that they weren’t an official couple but fuck, she was his. She knew that too. 

Her fingers worked quickly to take it off, the leather hitting the ground with a thud. “Good. Now take me out. I want to feel your throat.” He released her from the kissing, lowering her to her knees. It seemed she knew better this time than to test him. 

Bunny knew how he’d be and that’s why she sent the texts. Of course the jealousy had been a bit of a curveball but maybe the toxic bit of her was surfacing again, making her panties damp as she popped the button of his jeans. It was a weirdly powerful feeling despite being on the floor. She held the power and the pleasure for him, she’d make him moan. 

He was hard in her hand, hot to the touch as she gently tugged him from his pants. Never had she seen a cock quite this pretty, making her mouth water as she licked from his balls all the way up to his tip. “Anything you want.” She purred, laying her tongue flat before tapping it against it. Bunny knew he was the most expressive during sex and it sent a thrill up her spine as she watched his eyes hood, hand wrapping around the base to feed her his prick. 

“What I want is to feel this nasty mouth you like to run so much before I peel those leggings off of your body and fuck your cunt sore.” He said through gritted teeth. “Mmm… thatta’ girl. C’mon.” A handful of hair was in his fist, pulling her closer on him until he felt her nose brush his stomach and felt her throat choke on him a little bit. “Fuck- yeah, that’s what I want.” He only left himself there for a few seconds before pulling back and letting her cough a little before rubbing the tip over her lips. “Give me a smile, since you’re so fond of handing ‘em out to everyone here.” His eyes darkened. 

Bunny knew that was a bright red flag, but she had lots of her own considering she liked how he was getting with her. Curling her lips in a smile, she ignored the string of spit on her chin as he rubbed over her lips. It was filthy, really, a little fucked but isn’t that what they were? 

“Gorgeous. Y’look so pretty with my cock, Little Bunny. Think you should be on it all the time.” He commented, watching her purse her lips to give his tip a kiss. Fuck- why was that so fucking cute? 

“Could have done it sooner if you’d have given in.” She batted her lashes at him. As if he didn’t know and slightly regretted waiting. It had been hard for him to keep the boundary of his best friend's sister, but it was gloves off now. 

“Yeah, know you were gagging for it when you plopped yourself in my lap at that party… should’ve given it to you then. But we can make up for lost time, can’t we?” He cooed. “Open.” 

Bunny followed the order, letting him push back in and giving him suction as he thrust into her mouth. He really was worked up and she could feel it with his cock pulsing against her tongue. His eyes were glued on her, watching himself slip in and out of her willing mouth. “Broke lots of speed limits coming back here. Knew you’d be willing to take me.” He rubbed her cheek with his thumb as he pressed the tip up against it, feeling himself in her mouth. Fuck, it was nasty but it was hot. He watched her eyes close as he did it, groaning deep in his throat before he pushed her back down on him, letting her nose hit the thatch of hair at his groin for a few moments before pulling up. 

“I can’t wait. I need to fuck you.” He grunted, pulling her back up and kissing her again. “What are y’doing t’me, hm? Making me go crazy, drive insane jus’ go get back here to sink right back into the pussy that took me so good last night…” fingers grabbed her leggings and tugged at the waistband and panties combined. Usually he’d take more time peeling her out of things but he needed to be inside of her now. 

He took charge, bending her over the bed and letting out a whistle as he tugged the fabric down further. She had a light bruise on her ass and it sure as fuck was from him. “Fuck me… got my bruises on a gorgeous girl. You do so well for me, Bun.” He ran his hand over it in appreciation before kicking his pants off, letting them crumple on the floor. 

“Good.” She whispered, pressing her face into a pillow she’d tugged down. “Fuck me, Harry. I deserve it.” She wiggled her hips to try and entice him- as if he wasn’t hard as nails. 

“No, I don’t think you do for teasing me. You’re lucky m’not in the mood to properly punish you.” Maybe he’d deal with that later, but he was far too gone to worry about anything than feeling her wrapped around his prick. He could see she was a little sensitive, puffy from last night’s activities, but that only made it better. “Poor baby had a pounding last night, didn’t she?” He cooed, condescending as he clicked his tongue. “M’not going easy on you. Want you to yell my name.” 

So maybe he was still bothered about seeing her smiling at someone else. Maybe it reminded him that he wasn’t her only option and plenty of people would be better for her- but he was a selfish bastard and was going to use up every single morsel of her time that he could get. 

There was no warning as he began to fill her, making her mouth fall open. Harry wasn’t easy to take, but she was lucky that she loved the stretch. Toes curled and eyes fluttering shut, Bunny knew that no one else would ever fill her this good. No one else could possibly compare to this feeling. “Go on. Let them hear who’s fucking you.” 

Bunny had known he’d be a bit irritated when he got home, but she hadn’t anticipated the jealousy. Sure, he was a possessive person but getting worked up over her smiles? It was a new thing, something she was definitely going to explore when he wasn’t so cagey. His cock knocked the breath out of her as her throat expelled a keening noise, eyes rolling back as he did it again. 

“Perfect fuckin’ pussy, baby. M’not sharing this.” He growled into her ear, caging her in with his body as he fucked her. His hands planted on either side of her head, heat from his body radiating on her body as he filled her. “They can look all they want… But this cunt belongs t’me. Doesn’t it, Bunny girl?” His breath washed over her ear as his thrusts jostled her, the deep filling of her cunt making it hard to think straight. Harry may have his flaws, he may be known as Reaper, but he knew how to fuck. How to make a girl feel like nothing mattered but his dick filling her up. 

He wasn’t going fast, but it was hard. Deep punches inside of her as she whimpered into the pillow, nodding at his claim. No part of her was regretting taunting him now, not with the feeling of him claiming her in this way making her eyes water from the pleasure. It felt satisfying not only in the fact that she was full, but because of the claim he was laying.

For a second her mind blazed at the idea of it flipped. How she’d feel murderous if someone else had made Harry smile- though it was a much, much harder feat than getting one from her- and her amusement in it faded. “It’s yours b-but…” She gasped as he tilted her head to the side “Your cock is mine.” 

Harry’s thrust stopped for a moment, instead grinding into her cunt as he was fully seated inside of her. He couldn’t stop the groan that erupted from him, cock pulsing inside of her as the possessive growl from the girl underneath him got to him in an unexpected way. Of course it was hers. He hadn’t even been able to think of anything else since she’d begun teasing him at his place all those weeks ago, but fuck. He loved hearing her stake a claim on him.

Where it would have made him break out in hives and get the fuck out of there if it ws quite literally anyone else, it only made him need to pause to hold off blowing his load inside of her too early. 

“Yeah? S’that what my pretty slut wants? Want exclusive rights to my prick shoved up your sweet little holes?” He crooned, grinning as she scowled at him the best she could. “Don’t worry, baby…” Grinding into her, he knew he was against a good spot as she got him more wet by the second. “It can be yours if you’re a good girl for me and stop tryin’ to make me jealous.” It may make his head explode if she did shit like that regularly. 

“I wasn’t trying- Ah!” She yelped as he slammed into her again, sighing in pleasure as she pushed her ass back onto him. “I promise. I promise I won’t do it, jus’ don’t make me share. Please.” 

Harry had to wonder if she had even the slightest clue. If she knew how far gone his brain was for her, how long he’d considered her to be his in his fucked up brain, if she knew how many times he’d have to change the subject in his fantasy when he was beating off. For far longer than she’d realized, she’d been the one he was thinking about while cumming into his fist or the mouth of someone he ditched soon after. There’d been no one but her since this started. Bunny was his focus, his goal, and he had a feeling that would never change. Regardless if she left him in the dust after this was all over and he watched the life drain from her stalker’s eyes. Harry would always be watching, always be pining, always be caring for her. 

“Never, baby.” His voice softened as he kissed the exposed skin of her shoulder. “I don’t share, not you or myself. You feel too good to go and fuck around, yeah? You’re my girl.” Balancing on one hand, he slipped the other between them so he could get her clit, rubbing circles into the puffy, swollen button. The perfect girl under him lets out the sweetest moan of his name, burying her face into the pillow as she arched her back and fucked herself on his cock, as she begged for more. “There you go. M’gonna take care of you, even if you share those sunny smiles with someone else.” 

Her cunt had been his place of escape for a bit now but it never ceased to amaze him how perfect it was for him. Clenched up around his cock, drippy and wet, like it was made to milk each drop of cum from his dick as he slipped in and out of her and his own vision got fuzzy. “Only want to sm-smile at you.” She confirmed, stuttering while he felt her soaking him. Balls and thighs were sticky and wet with her, but there was no other feeling he craved more. 

“That’s my fuckin’ girl, baby. Jus’ lay here and let me fuck you nice and deep, keep saying my name.” He watched as her face turned back to the side, eyes glazed as they did their best to look at him. Her face was the prettiest he’d seen, the one he’d write poems about if he was good at any of that shit. All he wanted was to be the one who got her to smile for him, to get her giggles and her playful digs. It was all supposed to be his, even if he knew he wasn’t good enough for her. No one was. “Give me one of those pretty smiles while you cum on me cock, baby. Let me see it.”

[dried-mushroom]

Can you do a younger sister of Neal X Lee Russel. Lee not caring being caught, always flirts with her and hits on her and Neal gets protective not knowing they’re secretly sleeping with each other. It would be funny to see how he would react at the end if he were to walk in on them.😂

Thanks, Pookie for another Lee Russell fic please keep it coming yall :)

Warnings: Neal Gamby & public sex

Goddamn it Gamby!

Lee Russell x female reader

You sometimes hated being the younger sister to one of the vice principals of North Jackson High School, Neal always got on other teacher's nerves, making your ability to befriend other teachers pretty much impossible, not to mention it resulted in attempting to keep your secret relationship with Neal's coworker and nonetheless rival, Lee Russell. Ever since your brother got you a job teaching English at the high school a year ago, you had been enamoured with Lee. He was such a sweetheart with you, not bothering to hide his attraction to you, not that you ever tell Neal that, he would be more likely to kill Lee then you.

It hadn't even been a month before he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear, not a care who was near, one instance it was your free final period on Friday and Lee had accidentally wandered into your classroom, leaning against the doorframe, a smirk pulling on his lips.

"Oh well hello miss l/n, I did not at all expect you to be here. Now why don't you bring your sweet little ass on over to me."

With that southern drawl of his, you couldn't resist and ran your way over to him, calloused hands sharply gripping your waist as you kissed him deeply, whilst he pulled you closer to him, feeling the rather large tent in his borderline ugly khakis. Your naive older brother who was coincidently walking past and caught the act, assumed you had no part in it, so he abruptly pulled Lee off of you.

"What the fuck Russell? Why the fuck are you trying to make out with MY SISTER? She does not want your weird ass."

You rolled your eyes at him, he seriously needed a reality check or a slap in the face, you can sleep with anyone you feel like and it is none of Neal's concern. Especially considering less than 4 hours prior, Lee had taken you from behind against a tree in the forest behind the school, and you loved every second of it. Lee gave him a pissy look and briskly walked out, not wanting to deal with Neal and presumably handle his frustration.

A week after this confrontation, nothing had changed, you and Lee kept the same routine, subtly flirting and groping with one another during school, he couldn't resist a hand on the small of your back or a thigh when in meetings or in the staffrooms. It was another Friday final period, and you had no classes to teach as it was your planning period and you were bored out of your mind. You fidgeted with your hands as you couldn't be bothered to write up lessons at the moment. Suddenly, you read a simple text that dinged from your phone;

"Baby, meet me in the woods in 10 ;)"

You eagerly typed away "Don't be late handsome."

You were so glad you had decided to wear a dress today, the hot summer sun being the excuse of course. You quickly ran off to the staffroom toilet to freshen up, brush your h/c hair and fix your makeup. Making sure you wouldn't get caught, you slipped out of the back of the school and rushed across the school oval, not wanting to miss one second.

You finally reached your meeting place, obscured by trees, with only an unused railroad nearby. You sat patiently on a log, waiting for Lee to show. Once you heard the crunch of dead leaves, you straightened yourself up and there he was, a grin on his face.

"Sorry baby for being a tad late, Smith was holding me up, now c'mere so I can make it to you."

You didn't waste a millisecond getting up and sauntering over to him. He roughly pushed you against the nearest tree, his lips crashed onto yours, whilst his hands were busy groping your chest through your dress. His touch sent shivers down your spine. You wrapped an arm around his neck, trying to taste more of him, whilst another went to the crotch of Lee's pants, rubbing over the painfully apparent erection hidden beneath. He moaned in your mouth but clearly, he had enough of the teasing and broke away, sitting against the log, he tapped his thigh.

"Before you make me cream my pants just by looking' at you. Come on over and ride me, cowgirl."

You could feel yourself getting wetter and your breath hitched as he started unbuckling his belt and pulled out his cock, flushed and precum beading at the tip, making your mouth water at the sight. You pulled your panties to the side and he guided you down onto his cock, his hands gripping your waist hard, you grabbed onto his broad shoulders as leverage to sink lower. Once he was fully inside you, he let out a hiss, relishing in the feeling of your tight pussy squeezing him. He moved one of his hands underneath your pretty dress to rub little circles on your clit as you started to bounce on his cock.

You loved seeing him like this, vulnerable, underneath you, his pleasure at your mercy, you got lost in pleasure as you continued riding Lee.

"Oh my fucking god, your pussy is perfect for me, squeezing me so fuckin' good. Fuck we gotta do this more baby, I ain't gonna las-"

"OH FUCK NO"

You both immediately tensed up as you recognised that voice. Lee mumbled under his breath; 'goddamn it Gamby always ruining my fun.'

"What the fuck Russell? Are you seriously fucking my sister? I saw you going to woods and I thought this was a meeting between you and me about y'know but no apparently."

Since Lee's back was to Neal, he didn't even bother turning around to look at him, annoyed at this easily preventable interruption.

"Well, Gamby what does it look like? and in what world would I just want you to creepily follow me into the woods, Jesus Christ."

You couldn't help but laugh against Lee's shoulder, hiding your embarrassed face in his neck.

"Oh hell no, you're not off the hook either y/n, get off of him and get your ass straight back to planning."

You could not believe the audacity this man has, considering he had Abbott blowing him in a supply closet not too long ago.

"Excuse me? I am a grown-ass adult and can sleep with whomever whenever wherever I want. You don't get to control me because you're my older brother. Now please leave so we can finish, or would you prefer we both come back inside so he can bend me over his desk?"

The stunned look on Neal's face made you feel proud. He just mumbled 'Whatever' and walked himself back to the school. You felt your ass being grabbed harshly and Lee roughly whispered in your ear,

"Now that's my girl, now how about we get back to what we started."

The end

I'm sorry this one is so short!

Thanks for reading, please keep sending in requests as I'm trying to answer 1-2 per day.

[brattyfork]

chris nsfw headcanons

*these are about sex! if that makes you uncomfy, don’t read!

pink is you! orange is chris!

i shouldn’t have to say this but i feel like i have to: this is ALL CONSENSUAL

- yall already know this man is freaky as hell

- pretty much down to try anything

- having sex 5 or 6 times a week, pretty much anytime yall see each other and are able lol

- always marking you, new hickey every time yall are together

“chris don’t leave marks, people are gonna see”

“good, they’ll know who you belong to”

- you KNOW he loves spanking, loves seeing the handprint he leaves on your ass

-^also as a punishment and he WILL make you count

-makes sure you know your safe word

“what’s your safe word baby?”

“red”

“good girl, don’t be afraid to use it”

- wants to fuck everywhere

- ^every room in the house and in public bathrooms

- always asking for nudes, tries convince you to send them no matter where you are

“chris i’m at work”

“go to the bathroom”

- sending you dirty texts, completely detailing what he wants to do to you

- ^ he does not gaf where you are, you could be at dinner with your grandma, he doesn’t care

- LOVES car sex, especially when you ride him

- will literally tie you up and tease you till you’re crying

“daddy please too much!”

“you want me to stop baby?”

“…”

“that’s what i thought slut”

- LOVES your ass

- man always wants to fuck you from behind

- ^ holding your arms behind your back and pulling your hair

- “that’s my girl”

- will not let you cum until he says so, you literally have to beg him everytime

“daddy need to come please”

“beg me and i’ll consider it”

- gets a hotel room like once a month so he can fuck the shit outta you with no interruptions or distractions

- ^the fanciest room with a big ass bathtub

- big daddy/master kink

- ^try calling him something else in bed and see what happens…

- when it gets too much you try to push him with your hand but he just pins your hands down

“you’re so cute when you try to fight me”

- if you tease him you will be punished no question abt it

- loves when you scratch down his back

- loves when you tell him how big he is

- needs to cum inside you, pussy, ass or mouth, no where else

- loves hand jobs n blowjobs, esp with you on your knees in front of him

“look so pretty on your knees for me”

- loves when you’re needy, likes to see that you want him as much as he wants you

- has fav pieces of clothing and cannot and will not control himself when you wear them

- honestly probably super into breath play, bro wants you turning BLUE

- all the pet names

“such a good whore for me”

“you wanna cum princess?”

“my pretty little slut”

“let go for me pretty girl”

- wouldn’t be surprised if this mf wants you on a goddamn leash

- never lets you take your own clothes off

- hate to break it to you but “your” body is HIS

“this pussy belongs to me”

- always telling you to use your words

- ^wants you to tell him exactly what you want

“i can’t read minds angel”

-literally a god in bed, couldn’t be bad if he tried

[gonnalosemydougdimmadomedamnmind]

Literally I am so sick of whore dick grayson, himbo dick grayson, fandom bicycle dick grayson, like yall really saw that dick is the canonical pretty boy with the nice ass and then proceeded to give him 'bottom' as a personality and just ran away with that. Dick is not a pretty idiot that loves having sex and only cares about his appearance, for fucks sake. He doesnt need to be rescued by jason todd of all people, who literally willingly burned all his bridges and can't even save himself, or wally west, frankly, who is one of his best friends but not the one he gets emotionally vulnerable with.

He doesn't do casual sex, at all. He needs an emotional connection first, is it so hard to believe that an attractive person actually wants to connect to someone instead of fucking them? Or fucking their problems away? Is it really so hard to believe that an attractive person can also be intelligent? Can also be kind? Can also be selfless? Can also take care of themself? Can also be a functioning adult? Can also be mature? Can also be damn fucking good at their job? Have yall ever met a real person before?

Dick is Romani and one of the most well known stereotypes about the Romani people are that they are like magically alluring people that can't keep their hands to themselves or that they're like thieving, dumb, dirty animals and what did yall reduce Dick down to? An overly emotional, stupid, pretty slut that acts without thinking.

You know just because something is racist in canon doesn't mean you have to take that and amplify it by 100 in fanon, right? Like the shit I have seen on this website alone, the takes that just won't stop, are literally so much more racist than anything you would ever find in canon. And good God, it's not like you have to make his race the forefront of his character! It's not! No one's is, that would be bad characterization. But should his being Romani affect the way you portray him? Should there be certain things you can be considerate about? Should being Romani be part of his identity? Uh, yeah.

And also. Should you maybe consider what he's actually like in canon to characterize him within fandom spaces? Uh, YEAH.

Dick Grayson is a romantic at heart, is extremely private, and cherishes the emotional connections he has with people. He is a good person because he chooses to do good things. He wants to help people! He's literally a genius, I mean this in every possible sense, academically, physically, emotionally, strategically, picking up and mastering skills with ease, being a detective... that doesn't mean he doesn't have problems. He's an extreme workaholic. He will never talk about his own problems to his friends or family, just the occasional therapist. He's so good with people, he knows exactly how to manipulate situations into his favor, to his own detriment. He will never give up on you, to his own detriment. He bottles up his emotions deeply, and yes, occasionally he does explode. He has a guilt complex the size of the sun. Everything is his fault in his head, Everything. He will accept the blame for anything, for his own rape even, because he's Dick Grayson and hey, he should've known, he should've been able to tell. (This is specifically talking about Miriam).

Everyone puts him on a pedastal because he's the guy that can actually pull off the impossible and no one but him realizes just how high that pedastal is. Bruce wants to be him, thinks there is literally no one better than him, no one who could soar higher than him, the ideal hero. His hero.

Goddamn Superman thinks he's the one person in the universe that will almost always do the right thing at the right time across every universe. And I don't mean that he will BE the right person at the right time, I mean he will DO the right thing at the right time, because Dick believes in the power of choices! Of free will! He could do bad things just as easily as the people around him, he could choose to be cruel because that is literally so. much. easier.

But he doesn't.

Almost ever.

In nearly every universe.

Do you know how much pressure that is? He drowns under the weight of his own perfection, truly. He can't fail.

He can't fail.

Isn't that so unbearably sad? You spend your whole life reassuring other people that everyone gets second chances, and that you are not your worst moment, and that you deserve compassion even at your most despicable, and that everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes things are inevitable, and sometimes all you can give is your best.

You are the only person. Who does not receive that same mercy.

He can't fail.

His family treats him as an emotional punching bag, sometimes a physical punching bag. Occasionally, so will his friends. It's hard to see the person behind the legend. And Dick's legend is truly titanic in proportions... the first child hero. No one could've done it, if he hadnt done it first. If he hadnt done it so exceedingly well. And then he had his own hero team. And then he became his own hero, again. And then he had his own city. He did it all first. The literal trailblazer, lighting the way for everyone else, not letting anyone stop him. Not waiting for anything. A force of nature.

Everyone wants to be him, be liked by him, be acknowledged by him. They all rely on him, the linchpin of a universe. Dick really is like the sun. Warm, encouraging, revitalizing. He is the light in the dark, illuminating and intense. Focused. Powerful. And they are all caught in his gravitational field.

Dick is so much more interesting than anything fandom will spare him. God, what I would give for fandom to give even a 10th of actual attention and critical thought to him or any other poc character in this franchise, that fandom gives to the white characters. I mean, we've all seen it. The narrative fabricated through lies that 95% of fandom takes as gospel because they refuse to engage with canon or simply don't care because it favors their favorite characters. In case you don't know, I am in fact talking about fanon jason todd- aka meaner Dick Grayson with Helena Bertinelli's lifestyle and fanon tim drake- aka less athletic, more victimized Dick Grayson. The white fandom darlings, extremely woobified, you know how it is. Sigh.

[pokegalla]

Another trade of the classic multiparted headcanons on my blog! But this time?

With the creepy bois✨ (Plus first post of headcanons for them! :D)

Trade/Requested by @tryslogic

(Warning: Slight nsfw and damn near borderline all things considered with these guys-)

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o!

Jeff:

* Bruh. Without a fucking doubt- this goddamn horndog. Walk him with a leash-

* He would sneak up on you and hug you from behind before just giving a big ass squeeze- you’d bonk him but that’ll just make him laugh. He’ll use your damn chest like a stress ball, having a shit eating grin because he just KNOWS how much of an asshole he’s being. (And he knows you just love him too much 😌✨)

* In private it technically can get pretty fluffy surprisingly. Using your chest like a pillow after a long day of killing? God it’s heaven sent to him. Just hope he isn’t too messy though- but of course he isn’t letting the opportunity go to waste to tease you. Littering your neck and chest with love marks? Drives him CRAZY. Yeah you ain’t walking if he’s in that mood-

* And man you are just a glutton for punishment if you wearing a boob window- he loves the view but he HATES how the others are gawking at you. You end up getting pulled to the side. “Fucking tease….better start screaming my name. I want them to hear who you belong too~”

* He’s a little possessive and protective buuuut in a more heartfelt way surprisingly. Will he admit it? Over his dead body-

Eyeless Jack:

* Ah now here’s a more respectable guy. For a kidney eating demon, he respects boundaries! He’s a monster but not THAT kind-

* Noooot saying he wouldn’t stare though. I mean kinda hard not to yknow? He’d probably tease you quietly about how good you’re looking right now. But he would never just outright just….grab it. Like why??? (Honestly he could though. Sneaky boi-)

* But in private he is WAY more snuggly. Hope you don’t mind black streaks on your shirts. Because he is diving into those twin peaks✨ he feels so safe in your arms….he can’t help but wrap his arms around your waist. You might be stuck for quite awhile. But in the meantime? You get a chance to see him without the mask! And you can’t skip out on that now can you~?

* Now here’s where you end up tipping the scale with him: Boob window. God you just look so good in it. He is biting his lip and even starts whispering teases in your ear. “Tryna grab my attention that badly~? It might just work~” I know yall definitely had a quickie in the forest. Hope you kept quiet~✨

* Overall he’s just a pretty chill guy! Who just can’t resist you~✨

Laughing Jack:

* Ok there’s no sugarcoating this. This is the worst motherfucker here. And THE biggest tease. FOR FUN-

* Does not help if you wear layers, his lanky ass arms will always manage to slip through. And his big ass grin just tells you he KNOWS this is pissing you off so he honks it before laughing like a maniac. He boops your cheek though to show you he’s just playing around.

* In private….I mean not much of a difference? Well other then straight up picking you up to plop his chin in your cleavage and looking up at you with a smirk. Orrrr having your chest on his head like a damn hat- he can’t really snuggle like the others without the risk of stabbing you with that sharp ass nose 💦 but he makes due with what he can✨

* Now the boob window he will SHAMELESSLY stare and even TUG on it to see more- “Heh~ What a pretty little view~ Might as well show it all~” and that bastard actually teases you to the point of being needy. He finds it amusing. But at least he’ll reward his little doll in the end~✨

* He just loves messing with you but really that’s just how he shows you his love✨

[end-otw-racism]

End OTW Racism Link Round-Up: Week 1!

We are now in week two of our action demanding that OTW live up to its commitments to address racist harassment & abuse, which ends May 31st! There was a lot of great discussion during the first week, so we wanted to post a round-up of some of the longer-form discussion/analysis that people have been sharing (we're going with posts on Tumblr, Dreamwidth, and other sites, as well as Twitter threads that are longer than three tweets). These are posts that we think would be helpful to consider as fandom engages in the necessary conversations about these issues.

If we've missed something you've written, we'll be doing another round-up of week two, so it's not too late! You can either submit it on tumblr, tweet at us, or email us at endotwracism [at] gmail [dot] com. We do reserve the right to only share posts that are in line with the intent of the campaign and that we believe are adding to the conversation.

Tumblr

beatrice-otter: Why AO3 needs to be accountable for reducing fandom racism in its internal culture and the archive [link]

pretty-weird-ideas: End OTW Racism and the “Fed” Accusations [link]

aretethegreattelleroftales: You don’t understand what EndOTWRacism is asking for here, and because you clearly do not understand it, you should have known better than to speak on it. [link]

vex-verlain: In response to the reactions I’ve seen to #EndOTWRacism [link]

unrealromance: I don’t really understand how people don’t know the difference between ‘whoops I’ve fallen into a racist trope’ and 'I am literally writing hate speech that is unveiled, mask off’. [link]

pretty-weird-ideas: Codification of a Living Document as a solution to Harassment on OTW [link]

indifferentvincent: RE: End OTW Racism Derailment [link]

elumish: In light of some of the backlash to the End OTW Racism protest, and particularly the concern that an anti-harassment policy would lead to abuse of reporting mechanisms or censorship of unpopular authors/ships… [link]

seepunkrun: How to Find and Attend OTW Board Meetings [link]

indifferentvincent: The people who use the excuse of saying ao3 is an ‘archive’ and so 'must preserve’ the most vile, intentionally racist fics just sound like the most privileged motherfuckers on the planet to me. [link]

spacebeyonce & pretty-weird-ideas: wow this is such a normal and rational thing to say about having a diversity consultant to help ao3 fix their bullshit. [link]

indifferentvincent: I have to assume this is in regards to my promotion of the end-otw-racism call to action, because I don’t know what else it could be referencing. [link]

princeescaluswords: Writing Doesn’t Happen in a Void [link]

mousieta: There is a place, a magic place, a giant, ever growing park filled with sandboxes of every color and shape imaginable. [link]

Twitter

spacebeyonceart: alright so I want to talk about this post I made two years ago now that the #EndOTWRacism ball is finally rolling. [link]

generalfrings: This shit makes me so goddamn angry, yall. [link]

eruthosish: One of the calls of #EndOTWRacism is to improve the AO3's Terms of Service and how the AO3 deals with fanworks that are part of an offsite harassment campaign, so I wanted to share a story about the only time I have ever reported offsite harassment and had Abuse agree with me. [link]

buttonthemdown: They've proven they can move quickly *when they want to*, but the fact the OTW hasn't made an official statement acknowledging their lack of action and pledging to do better sends a signal they don't care about their POC fans. [link] 

Clonehub7567 Seeing the reactionary dismissals of #EndOTWRacism from white fans who pretend to care about racism is reminding me of the backlash i/we got for #UnwhitewashTBB. [link]

hydrochaeris3: ppl who are worried that not participating in the call to action will get them labeled racist..... first of all once again yall are showing that you care more about what others might label you than putting forth tangible effort into caring for a community [link]

m_sketchyart: If you think that #EndOTWRacism is censoring your escapism, here’s a thought to chew on: why is being anti-racist a threat to your escapism? Is true escapism not also leaving racism, antiBlackness, fatphobia, abeism, misogyny, etc out of your escapism? /rh  [link]

lunedraws: Have you wanted to walk the walk and not just talk the talk, re: racism, in one or more of your fandom spaces? This is a concise and timely line of actions we can take. [link]

aliasmarionette: One thing I see a lot in #EndOTWRacism comments which are in favour of the status quo is assumptions about who we mean by fandom, and about the user base of the Archive. [link]

SapphicScholar: New profile photo while participating in the important fan-led campaign to demand that OTW make good on the promises it has already made to address issues it has already acknowledged as problems in the archive—that is, instances of extreme racist harassment and abuse [link]

Fansplaining: Since the endotwracism campaign has begun, we wanted to highlight the timeline they've put together about the OTW's communications re: hiring a diversity consultant since their initial statement of commitment in the summer of 2020. [link]

gwenpendrcgon: ive seen so much backlash over #EndOTWRacism which shouldnt surprise me (also majority of this comes from tumblr is also to be expected) but most if not all backlash received by this event is done is such bad faith and complete wilful ignorance [link]

fiercynonym: so op of the #EndOTWRacism post on reddit dm-ed me and the situation is even more fucked up than i originally knew???  [link]

kitschlet: seeing a lot of people confused about what the OTW can do to address racism [link]

generalfrings: poor AO3 maintaining a 'absurdly heavy site'. all that text! [link]

RukminiPande: Fan scholars should be paying attn to #EndOTWracism. [link]

Saathi1013: The thing to notice about all the assertions that people know who's behind EOTWR is like... Okay, there are a few things, actually [link]

buttonthemdown: If you think that victims of racism need to "develop a thicker skin" you're a fucking racist [link]

mousieta: if i could have people understand one thing abt #endotwracism right now is that This issue matters not because racism makes you feel bad, or uncomfy, or squicky but because racism is actively harming Real Living Breathing Fans right now. [link]

fiercynonym: okay so…you know how OTW has been saying, when asked at meetings, that they have a budget surplus of about USD $1 million? well…manogirl & i did some digging, and it might actually be more than TWO AND A HALF MILLION USD. [link]

runpunkrun: Speaking of OTW Board meetings, if you're interested in attending, here's what you need to know [link] 

Dreamwidth

satsuma: A Chronic Habit of Avoiding Responsibility? #EndOTWRacism [link]

bcgphoenix: I have a lot of feelings about OTW and End OTW Racism as a book conservator/general preservation person, most of which verge into tl;dr territory. [link]

killabeez: Looking at past archive policies [link]

nyctanthes: End OTW Racism (Fannish Fifty #47) [link]

chestnut_pod: Be more democratic, be more autocratic, OTW [link]

Other sites

Lady’s Weblog: End Racism in the OTW [link]

The Rec Center: #384 Final Thoughts [link]

Stitch’s Media Mix: I’m Supporting #EndOTWRacism [link]

[plsdonttakemyname]

You dont have to feel like you gotta do this, bc i know sm ppl r too out of their comfort zone with it, but would you consider:

Poly!Soukoku? Like Dazai / reader / chuuya?

Fluff HCs?

Ig if you wanted more fun stuff (pls dont do it this is too much!) What do you think would be a good ability for an S/O of them to have?? :0

I have this one idea where their just a sort of puppet master and have strings that they can latch onto ppl and physically move them around, or even mess with memories (the non-passionate/deep seated ones) bc i thought Dazai would like the different ways it could be applied, and Chuuya would think it's badass to watch you just, lower the glowing strings coming out of fingertips attached to like a group of armed enemies and they just like, drop their guns and bow.

Feel free to have fun with this however you want, or delete the request if its too much!

Also the ability i talked abt doesnt have to be readers ability, and these could just be chill headcanons abt their relationship! Whatever works!

Hope youre having a great weekend so far, and I really like your writing!!

Cheers,

Poly Anon ☢️

Poly!Soukoku X G!n Reader

— — — — — — — —

A/n; Hi Anon! Tysm I really appreciate it! I'm glad you like my writing! I hope you're having a great weekend so far too :D

— — — — — — — —

Genre; Fluff, Hcs

Pairings; Chuuya X Dazai X Reader

Warnings; Mentions of Suicide(Dazai), my bad writing, Might has some grammar mistakes 😭

Now how do I start with this chaotic relationship...

Chuuya would try to kill Dazai from time to time and you have to be there to stop them because of it 😭

I feel like s/o would toy with their opponents with the use of their ability

Mori had assigned you three on another mission together even though one was already enough since the three of you were strong enough but who knows why he assigned you three on a mission like this

Chuuya would be surprised and amazed at the same time when he first saw your ability with his own eyes, sure he has heard about this ability before but he’s never actually seen it for himself before.

Chuuya thinks that his s/o is so badass when they puppet the enemies, making them bow down and drop all of the weapons carried to the battle.

Dazai on the other hand would not really get surprised since this is his first time actually seeing this ability with his own eyes and not hearing it from some stupid book, but he still knew from the beginning

But when the three of you are all bored and out of missions to carry out, you'll all hangout in a bar to spend some time with each other

It's either one of yall ended up drunk OR you all ended up drunk and passed out in the bar 😭

The three of you will always go out to the mall or on expensive dinner dates

You all share the same apartment and that's where things are starting to get really wild

When getting into bed, there is never peace...The three of you would be kicking each other off the bed and slapping each other in the middle of the night 💔

"GODDAMN CHUUYA STOP KICKING ME" *SNORES*

Chuuya Is the kicker,Dazai is the pusher and you're the one that's suffering 😢

Just imagine this, suddenly you woke up at an ungodly hour because you felt a hand slapping your face just to find out it was Dazai slapping you in his sleep and Chuuya is almost on the floor still dead asleep after a long day in the Port Mafia.

You had enough one night and decided to kick them both off the bed and acted as if you're still asleep 😭

It's legit 4am and suddenly you just kick them off the bed "OW" "what...the..fuck..." *Y/n fake snoring noises*

Besides that when it's really peaceful it's either they're both on a long mission or they're ACTUALLY not kicking or pushing each other off the bed.

The three of you likes to cuddle and fall asleep in each other's warmth

"Will you,Y/N L/n, Come double suicide with me?" "no." "OI MACKEREL IF YOU WANNA DIE I CAN KILL YOU NOW STOP ASKING Y/N TO SUICIDE WITH YOU JACKASS" "YOU HURT MY FEELINGS CHIBI.." while you're just busy typing up a report and also trying to calm down

When one of you are on a mission alone you all definitely give each other a goodbye and goodluck kiss before heading out

Besides all of those chaotic stuff happening in your relationship, You all are an unbreakable trio

— — — — — — — — —

That's all I hope you like it </3

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 28

chapter 47:

1. 😟😶 no one even got to say goodbye. i- WHAT THE HELL??? FUCKING RIDDLE

2. i’m at least happy that remus, james, and pandora can all take care of each other during the games.

3. im actually highly worried about regulus being a death eater. too worried, actually

4. “Regulus realizes it as he sits there, never moving or doing anything at all, just breathing; he isn't scared this time. Not even a bit.”

reg not being scared makes ME scared

5. “He had planned to kiss Remus' mask one last time, and kiss Remus, too.”

of COURSE it’s ALWAYS wolfstar that tips the tears over. why does THAT make me sob???

6. oh shit. it’s a maze

7. “”Come now, surely you wouldn't harm me and little Draco, would you?"

"I'm going to give you one chance to run," Sirius tells her, holding still, "and take little Draco with you."”

LMAOO they both know she’s lying out her ass

8. “It's Mavis and Velvet; they'd done exactly as they promised they would. They found weapons, found each other, and they died together. Their bodies are splayed out on the ground right beside one another, curled close in death like the lovers they were in life.”

oh shit oh shit oh shit i’m starting to cry again. i feel so bad for them, but don’t blame them in the slightest. it’s what i would have done

9. “and there's just this quiet, momentary mourning and respect for two people who loved each other and decided, together, that they would not participate in a game as cruel and sadistic as this one. They went out together, in complete control of their own fate, and they never deserved anything other than a long life full of love.”

crying HARDER. this would be the turning point in the games for me. i shit you not, i’d start teaming up and trying to break out the fucking arena

10. “And then, unprompted, Regulus' voice rings out, nearly snarling. He's addressing the sky, the audience, the Hallows in a low hiss of derision when he declares, "When you take them, you take them together, and know that it's your fault."”

i know i’m quoting this whole little section, but it’s IMPORTANT and it HURTS and everyone in that arena is being human right now instead of trying to survive. they’re all united on the front that they’re human and understand what it meant to love

11. i’m not surprised that the “first” kill of the arena was made by sirius. especially since it was to save regulus

12. WAIT YALL ARE GONNA LAUGH AT ME FOR THIS!!! sirius killed twelve people in the arena the first time. just like how he was blamed for twelve deaths in canon. i. it took me too long to make that connection yall

13. oh CHRIST i forgot that they planned to kill marlene’s parents in front of her right before she went in the arena. i’m so sorry. i want to comfort her

14. “Someday, Riddle is going to fuck with the wrong person, and they're going to slaughter him, and on that day, the whole world is going to shine just a little brighter” 👀 side eye

15. sirius has too much trust in regulus and i understand why and i see that, but BABES you’re so wrong

16. “In fact, they're all eyeing him like they're considering just killing him now so they won't have to deal with the headache he is sure to be. He's so ridiculously fond of each of them, truly.” 😶😑😶 blink blink. my dear. you need therapy

17. i- eli got in the arena and took a GODDAMN NAP- no fucking way. that’s wild y’all

18. regulus hating the rain is so me. and i’m not even exaggerating. reg hates the rain and refuses to go in it. if i get wet from the rain, the second i get indoors, i start having severe panic attacks over getting wet. i don’t blame him in the slightest.

19. y’all. people have really got to stop challenging regulus. he says that he’s gonna kill a person or stab them with a fork or brutally maim them if they kill/insult james or sirius. and every damn time, people still test him. and every time, he goes through with it. why do people not believe him?? he SAID he won’t hesitate

20. the authors notes are literally me on the previous point (19):

“regulus: i am telling you explicitly what i will physically do to you if you do This Thing

everyone else: *does it anyway and is immediately shocked when he follows through*

like??? DOES HE LOOK LIKE THE TYPE OF MAN WHO JOKES??? WHY DOES NO ONE TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY??”

😭😭😭 me fr

remember to respect zar’s wishes and fanfic laws! do not buy fics! do not repost crimson rivers on other sites. please and thank you.

[monstersinthecosmos]

I really hate posting or acknowledging fandom drama unless it serves to support or encourage people who are feeling down about it but this is a tricky one for me to translate because I'm mad af!

Let's take a deep breath.

The thing is, about fandom! When you first get here, or get to a new one, or whatever! It's weird, there's etiquette built in, there's invisible rules. But the main thing is like, we're all here because we can't be normal about our blorbo, right?

And it's okay if you project on your blorbo! It's okay if your version of them isn't completely canon-accurate! It's okay if you are isolating a single aspect of their personality/backstory to play with because it speaks to you! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO DO THESE THINGS.

It's also okay if the canon has conflicting information! It's okay if a theme went over your head and you don't consider it! It's okay if you're the only person in the fandom who notices a certain quality and you're the only one talking about it!!

There is enough room here for all of us!

The ENTIRE POINT of fandom and fanworks is to ask questions about the characters, to dissect them, to put them back together. The point of transformative fanworks is to TRANSFORM! If we weren't so deeply invested in these universes and didn't have questions and didn't want more content about all the blank spots, we would just CONSUME THE CANON LIKE A NORMAL PERSON AND MOVE ON WITH OUR GODDAMN LIVES. We wouldn't be bothering to write fic and make art and RP and decode meta! We wouldn't be making this into a hobby and talking about it all day!

It's from LOVE.

So.

I get it, it can be intimidating showing up in a new space or into a new hobby. And sometimes we can step on toes if we don't know all the invisible rules and etiquette. But what I can promise you is that you don't need to make room for people who are rude to you, who try to tell you that their way is the only way, who consistently want to insult you for asking questions, noticing themes, playing with other versions of the characters.

We are ALL HERE to be silly and dick around and have fun, and when someone is being an asshole about it, I think it looks worse for them than it does for you. One of you is minding your business and having fun and the other one is trying to tell everyone what to think lol.

Please protect yourself from bullies; don't let someone police the way you read canon, or the way you speak about your fav, or the fanworks you create. These people are not your friends, and they are not your audience. You do not need their acceptance to have fun and make things.

Fandom shouldn't be this fucking exhausting, yall. It costs zero dollars to be nice to people and let them enjoy their fucking blorbo in peace and you look like a fucking asshole when you don't shut the fuck up about it and sow discord in a shared space.

People's horrendously OOC takes do not affect you at all even a little bit not even when they're so so so so so OOC that you think you need to be Fandom Professor rising from your well to shame us! It cannot and will never hurt you, so leave them the fuck alone and let them have fun!!

[ashen-laguz]

screaming crying throwing up ect ect over canto 4 and not even like. the main story part. just

i think the voice acting was what really hit in home for me tho like holy SHIT. the VA's have been doing a phenomenal job in general and this is just one of the most recent examples. gregor sounded so DISGUSTED. HORRIFIED. which like of COURSE he wouldn't have a great time hearing something like this, i don't think mr "i have intense survivor's guilt over running away from the war and my fellow g corp soldiers w/ even worse bug mutations then me, but wtf was i supposed to do to save my own life" is really gonna take "deserters are the worst <3" very well. goddamn.

but then his follow up of just

you tell em bud, you don't just have to accept the shit people fling at ya anymore, live your own life ;w;

..but also damn i love all the sinners but. they sure are just kinda shitty people lmao. faust following up like "idk the robots are important too" and outis flat out "i think it was fair when deserters got executed when i was a soldier so this is fine <3" (on top of outis just. ignoring ishmael melting right in front of her just cause dante can fix that lmao)

like bruh yall are gonna say that??? right to gregor's face???? riGHT NOW???? BRUH.

(honestly considering ishmael also has the whole survivor's guilt thing. saying that around her would Also be a dick move if uh. ya know. she wasn't melting.

shout-out to dante for being the only bitch who seemed to actually pay attention to that part and outis only caring about it upon the realization of "omg when dante has to fix her, it's gonna hurt them ohno :(" outs stfu we know you're full of shit lol)

[your-writer-beta-side-piece]

Looks like it’s time for me to pop back up again begging for fics about my new hyper fixation!

What’s in store for you in this post:

*An impassioned plea throughout the whole post to all of you amazing writers

*Gifs that will keep you up at night too

🎅 *My Gator Tillman fic Christmas wishlist 🎅

🏆*A (Smutty) Rec at the bottom for the best Gator x OC I’ve found so far🏆

*More gifs because goddamn I’m in a chokehold 

It is seriously criminal how there’s like, two Gator x OC’s (that I can find, if you have any don’t hold out on me please!! I feel like I’m going through withdrawals having to wait a week for another episode as it is) on here and AO3. 

I mean come on we all love ourselves a slutty, dominate, broken character that we all fantasize about fixing. 

Not a single thought I’ve had about this man has of the Christ like variety, and I don’t think I really need to explain why just look at these gifs/photos:

HE HAS HANDCUFFS ON THE BED THE FICS ARE WRITING THEMSELVES 

🎅My Gator Tillman Fanfic Christmas wishlist🎅:

I want a full story fleshing out our new favorite loser, but still somehow so damn attractive, Gator

I want an ofc that is too good for him but we all know we’d sink that low too girl

I’d LOVE it if it followed canon. Like how in the show he’s trying to get her/he's going after her like he is trying to get Dot 

(come on if he was stalking you and called out to you and said “mama it’s time to come home” YOU TOO WOULD FOLD)

I want him to use those handcuffs on our girl once he finally gets her

I want smut 

Y’all on AO3 come up with the best damn oc’s there’s a reason they’re binding yalls books and talking about them all over booktok like you guys are published authors 

(Im not saying it’s right/that I participate or that it is even legal, I’m saying Ive seen it and I know you guys have the caliber of writing to make some people not give a fuck and try the law for some of you guy's stories)

I want him to call her mama

I want the dominance, the stalking, the cat and mouse chase

I want a plot as wild as this season and those families are

I know some people hate fics that follow plots of books or shows but this season is AMAZING and so fucking wild. I love it and I’d love to read about it and be immersed further into Fargo. I don’t want to leave the season 5 Fargo world I want to stay longer... with Gator

I want more smut 

A plot that can only be contrived by fanfic authors who have been reading and writing since they were 15 or even younger

I want even more smut 

I want all of the angst, good writing, and humor you can think of

I have a feeling we’ll need some of you fic doctors to write us a fix it fic of some sort 

But I especially want smut. I want to drown in smut. 

I want it all and you guys have served it all before so I know it's possible

If I could outline a whole plot, along with side plots, new characters and character arcs, write, and edit as fast as some of you guys can I would do it myself. I would do it for us. I’ve considered it. I mean I’ve been really considering it these past few days since it’s dryer out here than the Lyon’s bed. I’ve got an idea, lust, Christmas candy, and the hyper-focus to keep me interested for at least three to four weeks!! (I might have started if it wasn't the week before finals for me right now)

But some of you guys who’ve written for Steve Harrington (let alone other fandoms) have the ability to be best selling authors, so I know these communities have both the talent, ability, and the horniness to do this. 

I believe in you guys, I believe in us. Let's do it for Christmas 🎄

REC I PROMISED:

Since it is the season of giving, I’m going to share my favorite fic so far. Let me know if there’s any fics we need to add, OR if there’s any books with love interests like Gator, for science 👀 

Again the general criteria I’m using is along the lines of:

Is there an actual story going on?

Is there an oc who has a purpose, goals, wants, needs, an actual arc of some sort?

Is Gator Tillman still sexy af?

Is it following canon or is it original?

Is the plot and characterization good?

Does Gator call her mama or is it at least probable that he will 👀 ?

Is the grammar/writing good?

Basically the same stuff we all want to check off 

MY FAVORITE FIC SO FAR REC: 

The best I’ve found so far has been: 

Every Little Thing

By BuckysGrace

Link:

Why I like love it:

1.) The writing is pretty damn good

Normally we have to wait a few weeks or months with new movies/shows/books for people to have time to write and publish their well written and plotted fics but we have been blessed early!!

I really like the sprinkle of tid bits to come here and there. The authors really laying the foundation down for this story leaving little comments and hints here and there in their writing and characters conversations. 

I can tell that the author is really working hard to create believable oc's and a world that could actually be a part of the Fargo TV show universe.

2.) Damn the little taste of smut we got just flamed the fire!

Tell me why I could actually visualize Gator during that scene?!?! It really felt like his characterization was perfect here! And damn I love me some dominant, possessive, jealous himbos who would kill for me or worse.

I PROMISE I'M TRYING SO HARD NOT TO SPOIL ANYTHING FOR YOU GUYS!!!

3.) I really like our girl Daphne (OC)

I feel like I can actually see her. Like I can hear her when she speaks. I can feel the awkwardness of her situation and her uncomfortableness radiating through me. 

I like that she's shaping up to be a character with wants and goals and not just a 2-d romantic partner

4.) GODDAMN THAT DINNER WAS AWKWARD AND SEXY 

I CANNOT WAIT FOR THE AFTERMATH ooooooo boy.  I’m not spoiling anything. You can suffer (and enjoy 😏) that part all for yourselves

5.) We have confirmation from the author that there is a whole ass plot and story in the works

I love to hear it almost as much as I love to read it! But I could tell that they had some stuff in mind from the way they were writing alone before the confirmation. 

6.) AND ITS GOING TO FOLLOW CANON EVENTUALLY MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME US! 

I might just get to hear Gator call our girl mama before I die from fic starvation. Plus we just might get the stalker Gator on page like we have on screen!

7.) I like the dual time line

It’s done a good job of getting me hooked. I’m really interested in learning more about Daphne’s past and her relationship with Gator. I think as time goes on as we learn more about their relationship and her relationship with both her family and his things are really gonna kick off.

4.) Gators characterization seems to be pretty accurate 

He's selfish, possessive, dominante, kind of a jackass, but he is also sweet to those he cares about. Which, is something I've noticed when watching the show, and I've seen some posts talking along similar lines. I don't think he's mean deep down, I don't think he has it in him. I think the facade he puts on is the product of his father.

BUT I'm not excusing anything he's done of course

6.) The grammar is pretty good 

Good writing like punctuation and sentence structure along with good story telling is just so important to me. I'm one of those people who can't get into a story if it's not written well.

7.) GUYS IM SMELLING THE ANGST COMING

Some of us are like blood hounds for this stuff, you read hundreds or even thousands of fics and books and you can start to know what goodies are coming your way. And I can feel the pain train a comin down the tracks! 

8.) The smut is promising to be real real good 

I just want to circle back to this for a moment because I am so excited to read more

What I don’t like about it:

It’s not longer/finished already so I can't devour it in one sitting 😭

You might not have read it yet 

@buckysgrace

I think the only way through this is to fill our thirst for this man and if here and TikTok have shown me anything it’s that we’re DAMN thirsty! 

WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE!? GO WRITE MORE GATOR X OC SO WE CAN ALL DEVOUR IT ON A03 OR READ BUCKYSGRACE’S FIC AND CRY WITH ME THAT THERES NOT MORE OF IT OR MORE OF ANY OTHER GATOR X OFC FICS 😭😭😭

*Did I write all of this instead of doing homework and studying for next weeks finals? Yes. Am I eventually going to devolve into a fic rec/review only blog? Maybe maybe not.

More gifs/photos for research purposes

[ohraicodoll]

Gifts from the Barn Cat

Lol yall just want me to write their reactions so here you go! (In response to this Ask)

Tommy doesn’t know what the hell is so funny. There he was, sharing his valid concerns and Joel is about to have a goddamn heart attack from cackling at him.

“You wanna let me in on the joke?” he grunts angrily, arms crossed. Joel’s laughter doesn’t quite die off but he tries to form words past his chuckles, “Who the hell do you think would leave stuff on your doorstep?” He doesn’t want to accuse his brother’s girlfriend-wife-partner-guard cat-whatever of doing it. Whether out of fear or anxiety, but admitting it in his head draws a whole new concern, “Fuck, is this like a warning or something? Did I piss her off?”

Joel laughs again and finally straightens up, rolling his eyes, “Jesus, boy, are you dumb or did you willingly give your kid all your braincells? They’re gifts, moron, not threats.” They don’t feel like gifts. He never sees her around their house and they’re always there way too early in the morning, sitting on his doorstep. Tommy wasn’t sure if that meant she was watching them or just always awake because they feel like they just magically appear.  “Why the fuck doesn’t she just give them to us? Why’s she gotta do it all ominous and shit?” he grumbles, trying not to pout but feeling a little dumb and like the butt of his brother’s joke. It wasn’t his fault Red didn’t do anything normally and liked to leave them things in the same way cats leave dead birds. Somewhere in his mind, he remembers that cats did it because they thought you weren’t capable of feeding yourself and he wonders if the gifts aren’t an insult after all. “Because you’ll probably make it fucking weird and awkward and she’d rather skin herself than deal with that,” Joel shrugged as if her way was a totally natural alternative instead. Sometimes he worried about his older brother and what he has gotten used to.  “Whatever, just tell her to put it in the mailbox or something next time,” Tommy doesn’t want to admit that in a way he’s a little pleased with being considered enough in her mind to get gifts from Red (though the knife is still a little concerning) even if the method is unusual. He throws in for good measure as he heads for the door, “And, I don’t know, tell her thanks but like not directly from me. Like say it in passing-” “Okay I got it, dumbass.” At least it’s not actual dead birds.

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there’s a honey

ao3 link here

(15k words)

some tags: Porn with some plot ; Switching ; Flirting ; Awkwardness ; we love an enby who uses gendered language in genderfucky ways ; guy and his inability to stfu /pos ; No beta we die like xavier ; yall have met crow already. let me introduce you to sage ; Overuse of italics ; so many italics

its finally here! my 15k word guy/honey smut :] today is also (what i consider) my one year redacted listening anniversary. this series has meant a lot to me during the past year, and im very happy to have found out abt it when i did.

so, here's a fic that i hadn't originally planned on posting for my one year, but hey, guess now's as good a time as any to post it!

a reminder: this fic is 18+/NSFW.

a snippet under the cut

They hated to admit it, but kissing Guy was very quickly becoming their favorite thing to do. Not that they would ever admit that to him, of course. They had an image to maintain. But in their mind, they could think about kissing their boyfriend all they wanted. The quick pecks in the morning before he rushed off to work, the slow kisses they would share while he cooked dinner (because despite working almost every day in a pizza place making pizzas for sometimes ten hours or more in a single day, Guy liked cooking for the two of them), the multiple pecks across their face as he tried to distract them from something, mostly their work. There was something about Guy that made them act like— this . Like some kind of punch-drunk teeanger experiencing their first real relationship. Butterflies in their stomach, face constantly flushed anytime they looked at him, feeling flustered when he would say their name, all of the stuff that they had never experienced before. Guy surely was giving them the real “boyfriend experience” that they had only read about in high school. Speaking of their boyfriend— Sage looked up from their phone at the sound of the bell ringing out as the door into Max’s Rustic Pizza opened, and rolled their eyes at Guy’s frazzled grin and wide-eyed stare at his partner. Sage was leaning against the hood of their car, headphones on and blasting music, though it had been turned off and the headphones had been moved to hang around Sage’s neck. Guy looked them up and down, eyebrows wiggling enticingly, and Sage made a disgusted little noise they didn’t mean, which only made Guy laugh. Like Sage wasn’t just wearing jeans and a hoodie. He was ridiculous sometimes. “Hey there, hot stuff!” Guy called out, leering closer to his partner and arching an eyebrow. “Who are you waiting for, huh? Certainly someone as hot as you managed to bag someone as equally hot, right? I just know they’ve gotta be charming and handsome, and extremely funny, too!” He grinned, and Sage elbowed him in the arm, not hard, but sharp enough to make him recoil back and hold his arm. “Ow! I was complimenting you, what’d you do that for?” “Never call me ‘hot stuff’ again, first of all,” they retorted, adjusting their position against their car and tugging their hoodie around their shoulders tighter as a sharp wind tore through the air. Even though it was April and most of the days were getting warmer and warmer, the occasional chilly day still popped up, and today was one of them. “Second of all, I’m waiting for you , so I can go back to the apartment and finally play Zelda since you wanted to watch me play it instead of playing it yourself.” “Aww, c’mon, honey,” Guy crooned, resting one hand on the hood of the car and leaning his hip against it, tilting his head to peer at them with his (really fucking pretty, goddamn this fucking guy—) hazel eyes. “You know why I like watching you play it—you get so into the game, it’s adorable!” “It’s adorable when I’m screaming ‘fuck’ at the Lynels for killing me for the fifth time in a row? Or that one time I got so angry when I fell off a cliff and clipped through the world and lost all my gear that I had to go into my room before I punched our TV?” They deadpanned, eyebrow raised in question, and Guy nodded and grinned, biting his bottom lip like he was trying (and failing) to contain his excitement.  “Mhm!” He brought his other hand to scratch at his head, a habit he had. “I mean, you’re just so good at the game, so it’s hardly fair for me to even play it! It’s much better as a viewing experience anyway, especially with my head in your lap. I mean, the only way it would be an even better viewing experience would maybe include me on my knees. Or maybe with my head between your—” Sage slapped Guy’s arm again, ignoring the way their face felt flushed at what their boyfriend was insinuating. “Not in public, you—!”

continue reading here!

[qcomicsy]

Yo THIS is what I'm talking about new interpretations of Deadpool treating him like a fucking bugs bunny character. Deadpool doesn't just bounce back as if nothing happens, he doesn't "not feel the pain ad lacerations" and he sure as fuck doesn't just stand back watching people fuck with him.

And even more that that? He's not fucking stupid.

Listen I have my problems with the Deadpool (2008) run but this shit compared with the rest he had this last ten years of writing is fucking exasperating.

It doesn't matter how hot or famous, or heroic the person is. Wade does not like being like lied to and he doesn't fucking tolerate being toyed either. Specially after all the shit he's been through.

So tell me, why the fuck, now characters can just walk all over him and the only thing he does is make a bad reference? I'm so sick of this, so, so sick. He's a fucking human being.

Flesh and bone and feelings. And it's so fucking disrespectful after all those years of characterization and shit he's been through, writer's decided to fucking disregard all that that just to make their shitty jokes, that' aren't even funny.

Not only is a from a horrible taste, it doesn't make any goddamn sense. He's a mercenary and a good one, like scarily good. And it's so weird to me how out of nowhere people's just decided he's not dangerous anymore and instead of just being chill around him, this just took as an advantage to treat him like shit. And this is even more maddening when you realize (bad writing or not) he's fucking trying to be better.

I like this part of the run of 2008. Because it's just make sense, of course! The X-Men hates Deadpool. He was literally a guy who was paid to kill them who knows how many times, he's annoying, bitchy and has no respect for any of them, not even mentioning the weird relationship he has with Scott's son and how crossed them more times than the dignity of the whole team should bare. Deadpool had it coming the hate he got from the X-men, hell, and this was them being patient.

Now, even with them hating Wade, the X-Men was being extremely careful. That's the fucking mercenary Deadpool, you don't just give him shit and act like nothing happened. They're annoyed, angry, and hostile and yet not out of the line.

And even so

And I'm not saying I want him to be violent (even though he is still violent but now is just for 'hahaha isn't he craaaazyyy??? 🤪🤪' jokes). Wade has been at war with his violent tendencies since ever and I'm happy too see him kinda overcoming that over the years.

But fucking hell the last issues are fucking pushing it.

I mean what is this?

Look at this shit:

And then he just????

???????

Yeah Sure guys yall just fucking opened my guts up, but now let's just patch up and talk like palls because apparently my nervous system doesn't fucking work.

LOOK AT THIS FUCKIN BULLSHIT

"Hey Jessica" Bitch where's your backbone?

That's Jessica Jones they're not even friends!

This is how Wade reacted to Domino, his actual friend trying to fuck him over.

Like what the fuck happened to him? It's like they don't even consider him fucking human, he dies but doesn't deal with the after match, he has his guts exploded but whatever what is pain? He's going to shook of with a silly joke 🤪, he has no friends, he doesn't get offended, he doesn't get angry, he just there to suck the heroes dick and act like a lost puppy.

I'm fucking done man.

TDLR: Marvel took my man's balls and I want them back

[fushic0re]

─ 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐇

𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗗 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗘𝗡 𝗫 𝗙𝗘𝗠𝗠𝗘 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗘!𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗔𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 ❞𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗦𝗬❞ 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — you and lloyd’s fights are…intense.

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 — 18+ ONLY; MINORS DNI. DARK THEMES. rough sex. knife play. consensual hitting. blood play. pussy spanking. degradation. possessive behavior. spitting. physical violence & threats of violence. yall know the drill, these 2 are literally insane and their relationship isn't ideal in the slightest.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 — the relationship dynamics between lloyd and reader in this series are not for the faint of heart. they’re not a cute couple. realistically speaking, their relationship can hardly be considered healthy. if that kind of dynamic is not for you, this is your sign to exit this fic. heed the warnings and understand that you are responsible for what you read. for a heightened and ✨ spicier ✨ experience, read while listening to “teeth” by 5sos slow + reverb.

꒰ ͜͡➸ 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐕��� 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆! 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒❜ 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 & 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑! ♡

DINNER WAS TENSE as you and your fiancée sat opposite each other, the pair of you opting to occupy both heads of the table of the grand dining table rather than next to each other.

Fed up with Lloyd’s bullshit, you were fixated on ignoring him for the rest of the night. All you wanted to do was have a nice meal, a long bubble bath, and the California king bed in your master bedroom at your complete reign. Lloyd could sleep with the goddamn roaches for all you cared. Every now and then, the harsh clench of his jaw as he aggressively chewed and glared at you would catch your eye. You remained unmoved, your mood lightening as your hunger began to subside.

Once your plate was clean, you made your presence scarce, heading straight up to your bedroom. Humming to yourself, you flittered around the premise as you prepared for your night; removing your clothes, jewelry, and makeup while waiting for the tub to fill up. Like a kid in a candy store, you picked out your favorite Epsom salts, bubble bath, and a couple of essential oils and got to concocting your dream bath potion. When all was said and done, you finally sunk into the steaming water with a deep exhale of relief. Closing your eyes, you allowed your mind to drift into a state of ataraxis, hoping the essential oils would soothe the headache your fiancé had caused you.

They say when you think of the devil, we will appear. He did just as that the second his angered face danced through your thoughts.

“Stop fucking ignoring me.” Lloyd commanded, marching loudly into your ensuite.

You huffed sharply, turning around in the tub so that your back was to him. He didn’t appreciate the gesture in the slightest. Within the next couple of seconds, Lloyd had made his way around the tub, standing behind you with a ring clad hand wrapped around your damp throat.

“I could drown you right here. Right now. Leave your pretty body to the vultures and replace you with some other little whore who doesn’t dismiss me like I’m some cuck.” He growled into your ear. “You wanna ignore me? I’ll pretend like you never even existed to me.”

You scoffed.

“You won’t get rid of me. You can’t. You need me, you breathe me.”

His grip tightened.

“I don’t need anyone.”

“Then why am I still alive shit talking you, Hansen?”

The chord in him snapped. Lloyd hauled you up out of the tub by your jugular. You countered his rebuttal with viper like speed, reaching for a glass decanter and striking him with it. Trillions of tiny crystalline pieces adorned the ground as the glass shattered. Crimson drizzled from his temple down the side of his face, curling around his jaw before soaking the collar of his shirt.

“You’re ruining my bubble bath!” You shrieked angrily, attempting to free yourself from his grip and sink back into the water.

If he knew he was bleeding or was lightly concussed, he didn’t show it. Instead, Lloyd grabbed you by your shoulders and violently shook your naked form as he spoke.

“And you have ruined my entire day with your insufferableness, you dumb fucking brat!”

You cranked your head back before bashing your skull into his. It disoriented him momentarily. He took a moment to gather himself, shaking his head and reorienting his center. A wicked stretched across his loathsomely handsome face from ear to ear.

“Oh no you don’t.”

Like the complete heathen he was, he carelessly tossed your body over his shoulder and hauled you out of the bathroom. The marble tiles and his clothes were soaked, but it didn’t phase him. You thrashed wildly in his hold, screaming like a banshee.

“I said leave me alo—”

Your words were cut short when your body was slammed on the bed and you were met with a sharp slap to your cheek. His body loomed over you like a predator would its prey, clutching your face harshly and squeezing your cheeks together while you looked up at him with wide, inferno eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that, princess. You know you like it—”

It was your turn to interrupt him with a wad of spit to his face.

Lloyd shut his eyes, inhaling and exhaling deeply as he wiped your saliva away with the back of his hand. His grin widened.

“Baby,” He began. His candy coated words were seemingly sweet, but anyone with a brain could see the venom oozing out of them. “Daddy doesn’t wanna fight with you.”

He reached into the back of his pocket and fished out a knife, the twin to yours. Its blade shimmered as the twinkly lights of the diamond chandelier ahead of you bounced off of it.

“So, I’m going to give you a couple chances because I love you. That’s what we do for the people we love, hmm?”

He brought the knife closer to you, tapping the flat side of its tip against your lips.

“We’ll leave this face alone though. It’s too precious.” He cooed. “Now, love of my life…”

Llyod leisurely trailed the knife from the skin of your neck, down to your torso in between your breasts. Its sharp edge just barely kissed your flesh, drawing the thinnest line of blood. Your fire didn’t die. Despite that, you continued to glare into his cold eyes defiantly.

“Do you have something you’d like to say to me?”

Testing his patience, you remained silent. You wanted to push him to the edge and watch him lose his shit. And just as he thought he was the one in control, you wanted to be the one to force him back into subordination. Lloyd’s muscles relaxed as he mistook your silence for cooperation. His guard was slowly dropping.

Hook, line, and sinker.

A tiny giggle escaped your lips. It escalated into full maniac laughter in the span of seconds.

“Fuck you.”

Before he could blink, his knife was in your grasp and his back was hitting the mattress of your California king. It was now his throat that his own blade was pressed against, your body straddling his. For a split second, Lloyd wanted nothing more than to flip you over and make love to you until the sunset came up. You were gorgeous when you were like this; bare for him in more ways than one. He loved when you bore his soul to him, letting the pure madness that resided deep inside you out to play.

“You sure talk a lot for the only person bleeding right now.” You snarled, applying pressure to the blade and drawing more blood.

Lloyd chuckled, raising his hips slightly off the bed and firmly pressing his arousal against your unclothed core. The roughness of his pants against your clit nearly made you cave in. You loved the man, there was nothing you wanted him than to kiss him breathless, but he drove you insane. It was one of the reasons you fell in love with him. Not only could you adore him without any boundaries, but he was able to root up the deepest, darkest emotions you had ever felt in your life.

“This feels like a repeat of the first time we met. You tried to kill me.” Lloyd purred, grinding against you at an agonizingly tantalizing pace. It made you dizzy, your lids dropping down along with your walls.

He took the opportunity to take back the knife and sit up, nuzzling his face into your neck. He nosed the wound he created.

“I knew I’d do anything for you the second you held that gun to my head. That if I died right then and there, my last thought would be of you without a single regret. You knew that. You knew I’d follow you to the ends of this earth on my hands and knees no matter what. That’s why you keep me around.”

The blade once again made itself at home between your breasts. This time, Lloyd didn’t hold back. Swiftly, he sliced your flesh. Seconds after. He reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He pulled you against his body; flesh to flesh. Your blood smeared against his alabaster chest.

“But let me remind you, sweetheart. If I bleed, you bleed with me.”

Lloyd’s lips attacked your throat, his tongue lapping against at the lesion he created there. You gasped at the initial sting, the muscle feeling rough against the newly formed lesion. Soon, however, his ministrations began to soothe you. Giving in finally, you began to grind against him. The action caused Lloyd’s reverie to splinter. Before you could blink, the man had flipped you over onto all fours. He kneed behind you, undoing his belt and taking off the rest of his clothing. You knew you were in for it when you heard him expeditiously slip his belt from the belt loops of his pants. Expertly, he wrapped the strip of leather around your throat and fastened it. It wasn’t tight enough to hurt you, but it was tight enough to remind you of your place. The mere thought humored you.

“You’re going soft on me, bub—”

Your remark was rudely cut off when Lloyd yanked the tail end of the belt. Your spine was arched so hard it was almost unnatural. He drew himself closer to you, cradling the underside of your jaw affectionately before retreating his hand in between your thighs. Your head was cupped in his large palm.

“I’ll still break your fucking jaw.” His hand dipped in between your legs, meaty fingers dipping into your entrance and swirling around in your wetness. He massaged your clit in slow circles before withdrawing and placing an acute spank on your core. You yelped as one followed another in meteoric succession.

“You have pissed. Me. Off.” Lloyd seethed, landing a couple more slaps to your core before reaching in between his legs and gripping his cock. “You and that stupid, uppity fucking attitude of yours.”

He drove into you with one long thrust. You cried out loudly as you tossed your head back, not even recognizing your own voice as it left your body. Lloyd wasted no time, pistoning into you with so much force that your body was almost knocked over save for the length of his belt tugging you upright once more. His pace was rapid, barely giving you time to process when he was inside of you before he was retreating from your heat again. Lloyd wasn’t exactly the softest lover. Even when he was making love to you rather than just fucking you, he was still rough and possessive. You were used to marks on your skin and soreness between your legs as a result of your trysts. But this? He had never been this feral. A slither of you was fearful that this wasn’t the extent of his cruelty – that you had completely and utterly exasperated every ounce of mercy he had to give. But that part was just small enough to excite you.

“Do it.” You breathed. “Hurt me. I w-want—”

The words couldn’t leave your mouth, your brain only able to form wanton sounds of pleasure. He breathlessly cackled from behind you, planting a sloppy smooch on your heated cheek dewy with perspiration.

“I fucking love you. You were made for me. Say it. Use your dumb baby brain, and tell me you belong to me or I’ll fucking end you right here.” He growled in your ear.

“I love you!” You whimpered loudly, your eyes welling up with tears as the pleasure became too intense. “I love you, I n-need you, p-please...”

Your sentence trailed off as you panted wildly, your beloved’s pace and vigor unfaltering. You felt the stickiness of your blood on his chest as he pressed his flesh against your back, the sensation causing your eyes to roll backward. Lloyd kissed away your tears as they slid down your cheeks, chuckling lowly and sadistically.

“I love being the only person to see you like this. Submissive. Weak. At my mercy What would everyone think if they knew the person they feared the most could be taken down with something as simple as cock?” He taunted.

For once, you had nothing to say. You only mewled indecently, gripping Lloyd’s forearms, your manicured nails penetrating his skin and drawing tiny half moons of blood. Your reverie reached its peak as your walls fluttered around his length before unclenching compactly. All strength left your body as your orgasm sent you into a frenzied state of lust. Lloyd did nothing as you fell flat against the mattress, fisting the sheets in your palms as he fucked you through your high.

His large hands fell to your hips.

“You can give me another one, hmm, sweet girl? Give daddy another one, baby, make me cum,” Lloyd moaned lowly, his eyes closed, and his lips parted as he sloppily thrusted away.

You began to squirm as another orgasm rapidly approached. Lloyd cursed loudly before the first rope of cum was shot into you. His body crashed down on top of yours, hips still moving on their own accord as he pumped every last drop of his spent into your core. You hummed in content, basking in his warmth. You reached up with one arm, grasping the back of his neck and tangling your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck. He practically purred your affection, leaning down to litter butterfly kisses across the span of your naked back. There was a peaceful silence as the two of you caught your breath, your bodies coming down from the wear and tear of your activities. It wasn’t until Lloyd cupped your face gently and turned it towards him that you realized that time had indeed passed.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered earnestly.

Shaking your head, you leaned forward and placed a loving kiss upon his awaiting lips.

“No, I am.” You lamented. “I forgot what we were even fighting about.”

He chuckled, nosing your shoulder affectionately.

“That means I did my job well.”

Snorting, you flicked his forehead. He chuffed aggravatedly.

“Has my head not suffered enough damage today? You literally headbutted me and hit me with a vase! Why the fuck would you do that, woman?!”

You soothed the spot with a kiss.

“You owe me a new vase.”