#so this is only gonna be for people i have consent from and am close to

[bigothteddies]

starting my lil stalker notebooks tonight 🫶🏻

[ramp-it-up]

That Face

Summary: You get drunk and tell Bucky exactly what you want to do to that face.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 1.9 K

A/N: You can read this as a companion piece to Red Wings.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. More angst on the part of the reader. Sweet Bucky fluff. Jealousy, excessive drinking, intoxication, drunken confessions, face riding, fingering, extreme oral sex (f receiving) anal play, praise kink, allusion to anal sex. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. 

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Bucky was holding you close to him, and it should have been romantic, but it wasn’t.

You were shit faced, and practically falling down with every step.

“Careful Doll, I’m gonna have to carry you home.”

After just six months of dating, you’d moved in with him, your relationship barreling along with breakneck speed, but who wouldn’t fall in love with Bucky?

Who wasn’t still in love with Bucky?

You stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, half a block from your brownstone.

“That sounds hot, Bucky, but I’m pissed…”

“Yeah, I know…”

“No, I’m mad.”

You stomped your foot and wobbled, until Bucky’s hands steadied you again. Bucky bent down and looked you in the eyes.

“You good, Doll?”

His sky blue eyes looked sincere, but jealousy and alcohol wouldn’t let you accept that.

“No! This was supposed to be our night to fuck and have a romantic dinner. You’ve been gone for three weeks. Three weeks, James!”

Bucky looked contrite, but then again there were four of him weaving in front of you right now, so you couldn’t be sure.

“Sorry, Baby. Didn’t know the guys would be in town. It’s my crew.”

“I can take your army buddies, but her. She’s a bitch!”

“Wow. Whoa whoa whoa. You know I don’t like anyone calling women bitches. Even you.”

Bucky straightened up and the stern look he gave you sent a thrill through you, but you weren’t done.

“She still wants you, Bucky. Sharon is a slut. And you always say you love when I’m a slut for your cock.”

Bucky looked around as you started crying and people walking by avoided the scene.

“I don’t want Sharon, Doll. I want you.”

Bucky looked down at you, eyes sparkling with amusement at your jealousy. Even his voice was smiling. It made you madder and you stumbled as you advanced on him, bucking up to the man who was a foot taller than you.

“Look at that fucking face.”

You reached up and took his chin between your fingers.

“No one gets to ride this dimple but me!”

This time Bucky didn’t care about who heard, you’d peaked his interest. His eyebrow shot up.

Even though drunk, you read his expression.

“Yep!”

You nodded and it threw you off balance, but luckily Bucky was there.

“Betcha didn’t know that I touch myself to the memories of the feeling of that chin between my legs. Did it the entire time you were gone. That cock is something else Bucky, but that face. I just want to ride it into the sunset….”

This was new information to Bucky. You seemed to love when he ate you out, but you were always hesitant to ride his face. He licked his lips as he thought of you pleasuring yourself to the thought of his face.

Then he grinned.

You read him again.

“Oh no! No no no. You think you got me. But you said you were mine…”

Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I am yours, Doll.”

“So she can’t ride your face?”

Bucky slowly shook his head.

“No, only you.”

You sighed and sagged into his arm.

“Good, because I-“

And that was the last thing you remembered from that night.

You woke up the next morning, head pounding. You looked around, grateful to be in your bed. And grateful for your boyfriend, who’d left a bottle of water and some aspirin on the bedside table.

You could hear Bucky puttering around in the kitchen but you weren’t quite ready to eat.

You eagerly took the pills and drank the bottle down. Then, you turned on the shower as you brushed your teeth.

You reflected on the gathering at The Howling Commando, the neighborhood bar so familiar to you as you met Bucky’s friends. Which included Sharon Carter.

Bucky’s ex.

“Bucky’s just being nice, y’know?”

Steve tried to reassure you as she and Bucky caught up in the corner. You nodded back at Steve, but when Bucky smiled at Sharon was when you ordered your first shot of Jameson’s.

You showered as you tried to remember the rest of the night. But all you could remember was Bucky’s sweet face. You wrapped up in a towel and sat on the bed as you thought of how sweet Bucky was. He was so cute. That face.

That face.

“Shit!”

Your head fell into your hands as you remembered what happened the night before.

“What’s wrong, Doll?”

You looked up and your heart dropped.

Bucky was clad in only sleep pants and you could tell that there was nothing underneath.

You licked your lips, not bothering to hide your stare. Bucky came and sat down on the bed.

“See something you like, Doll?”

“Morning.”

“G’morning Sunshine..”

Bucky leaned down and kissed you on the cheek, chaste, despite the look in his eye. Your eyes fell to his lips. And lower.

Bucky licked his lips and rubbed his chin.

“You didn’t answer my question, Doll.”

Bucky’s mouth was an inch from yours. He reached for your towel and hooked his finger at the makeshift knot, causing his fingernail to brush your nipple.

“Don’t tease me Bucky…”

“I should say the same to you, Doll. You told me all the things you wanted to do to my face and then passed out.”

“James! I was drunk!”

“They say we are the most honest when we’re drunk.”

Bucky kissed you and then looked into your eyes.

“D’you believe that I don’t care about Sharon?”

You liked into his true blue eyes and you knew he wasn’t lying.

“I believe you. I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Doll.”

You reached up and caressed his lips and chin.

“Gotta admit. This face is pretty irresistible.”

Bucky grinned and you leaned in for a kiss and climbed on his lap, grinding as he took your towel off.

“Been so long, Bucky.”

Bucky’s hands caressed you as he leaned back and let you have your way.

You made your way down his body, reacquainting yourself with his form with your lips, tongue, and fingers. He lifted his hips as you pulled down his pajama pants, lightly scratching his thighs on the way down.

“God I missed you so much, Doll. Spent all last night just waiting until we could get home. Wanted to lose myself in you.”

You had Bucky in your hand, sitting on his legs as you stroked his half-hard cock to full life.

“M’sorry Babe. How can I make it up to you?”

You looked up at him, ready to suck his soul out.

“Come up here and ride this irresistible face.”

You gasped as Bucky pulled you up his body until you were kneeling over him.

“There she is.”

Bucky’s fingers helped to separate your lips as he breathed hot breath into your cunt.

“So fucking wet for me.”

And then he went to work on licking into your tangy goodness.

“So good. Such a good girl for me. Such a good pussy.”

Bucky sat you down and suckled your clit, pulling on it like it was gum, stretching it and your soul out for the world (inside your bedroom) to see. He was kneading your breasts and pulling your nipples, serving to make you wetter and him messier.

But it was only just beginning as you started gyrating on his chin.

Bucky smacked your ass and pushed you over on your hands and knees again.

“That’s a girl. Bounce on my tongue.”

You did as you were told, feeling Bucky’s chin in your vagina each time you bounced on his tongue.

“Smear that shit all over my fuckin face Doll. You know you want to.”

Bucky took your ass in his hands and then started moving you back and forth on his face. You were overwhelmed with numerous sensations as his lips, tongue and chin, covered with short facial hair, destroyed your soul.

“Now sit up and fuck this face, Doll. Please. ”

You peered down at his bright blue eyes as his fingertips grazed your stomach. You obeyed him as you pulled his hair and took your throne, his thick, wide tongue spearing into you as you fucked his face.

His chin was now grazing your puckered hole, and you moaned as the scruffy dimpled part of him made you tremble.

“J-James…”

Bucky spread your cheeks and moved his tongue so that it could invade your inmost parts. He licked you from ass to clit and your legs started trembling.

You leaned back over and bounced in his tongue again, holding your breasts with one hand as you braced against the wall with the other.

Bucky’s hand snaked around to flick your clit as you gasped and fully sat on his face as his tongue speared into you, twisting and curling, not as all consuming as his cock, but reaching that special spot inside you nonetheless.

You gasped and sat back, hand on his sternum as you rolled your hips into his face.

“Oh. Ohhhh, oh Jamesssss.”

You whimpered, and your crying-like noises as you moved told him how it felt.

“So… fuck it feels so good…

You were grabbing his hair as he craned his neck upward to look at you.

Bucky growled into your cunt then lifted you upright again, his thumb slipping into your ass. This caused a gush of your fluids into his mouth and he started moaning.

“Mmmmmm. Mmhmmmm!”

“Oahhhh oh ahhh.”

Bucky was still breaching your ass as his tongue sped up impossibly and his lips suckled your clit intermittently.

“More… please!”

You were seeing stars as you reached back and pushed Bucky’s thumb in to the hilt.

Bucky moaned as you started bouncing again. His hand was fucking your ass as you rode his face.

“Please please please…”

“Hmmph… yesssss.”

Bucky spoke into your cunt as you started to reach your crescendo. He could taste your orgasm coming before it happened. Everything sped up.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

“Ummmmmm!”

Bucky was in heaven as you continued to gush into his mouth.

You came with a scream as Bucky lapped you all up.

“Unnnnh!”

Bucky pulsed precum on his stomach as you came on his face.

“Unh ahhhh.

“So pretty, Doll. Stay right here.”

Bucky kissed your lips as you quivered in front of him.

“Want this ass. Gonna give it to me?”

“Bucky…”

“She’s ready for me now.”

Bucky’s finger found that hole again.

“Gonna make you feel real good.”

You whimpered as Bucky spit on his fingers and manipulated two of them inside you.

He gave your clit a peck with his lips and you jumped.

“Nice and loose for me.”

You looked down on him adoringly and carded your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp. He moaned.

“Please Doll. But only if you want that too. I need you. You’re my best girl. My good girl.”

You looked back, his cock jumping on his abs, sticky with his pre cum. You shuddered at his praise and at the thought of him inside that hole. But as Bucky probed and kissed you further, you knew you wanted it.

You didn’t need to look back down to know that Bucky was buried in your cunt again, bringing you to another peak. Instead, your head lolled back on your shoulders as you rode Bucky’s mouth again.

“Anything! Anything you want, Bucky…I want it too! Ah…”

You just couldn’t resist that face.

[popcornforone]

The Wait

A General Marcus Acacius Fic

Day 22 of Pedrotober (Prompt Gladiator)

Masterlist

This was meant to be short… I was gonna it & then I was like no… I want to know more myself & as I am my own audience I kept going, so behold of our Roman Hero getting his day in the sun.

Synopsis:- You go to the Roman Baths everyday to look at the clientele, despite being promised to a man.

Word count:-2700

Warnings over & above:- age gap, loss of virginity, Marcus is naked throughout, all types of sexual intercourse, sweat, withdrawal, breeding, arranged marriage, ogling at naked men. This is in Rome back in the day so the rules are different ages of consent are not what they are today. Swearing.

Yea that was fun to write, hope it was a much fun to read. Thanks @alyssamariag & @norththelemon for the prompt list. I’m amazed I’m still going.

“He won’t be here” you say as you & 2 of your ladies in waiting enter the prestigious Roman Baths. “& we can only sit here & look we are not allowed in, unless a man invites us”

“What if you say no” Victoria said. She’s always concerned for your welfare.

“Then it would be a shame on my family’s name, but I think my father would be more disappointed if he knew I was here watching all of these men.” Everyone in power or promise comes to these baths. You visit it shortly after your time of the month, knowing that should a man catch your eye, you would not be with child. You are betroved & come your birthday In 3 moons time you will be a man’s wife, by this time next year you will probably have produced an heir for who ever it is who is promised your hand. Your dream is that it is one of these generals, knights, or senators in these baths that will be your partner until they are sent off to war to die, put in an arena to fight or be poisoned or hanged due to their lust for power. But that’s the way of Rome.

Elderly men walk past & do not catch you or your ladies eyes, so many men are genuinely here for baths & nothing else but while you’ve been sat here for 30 minutes you’ve seen two ladies taken away, one discreet area around the corner with filled with moans.

“Yea this is a waste of time today ladies,” You sigh “let’s…” but then in the corner of your eye you see luscious locks dripping wet come out of the water, from a side profile of a man with a very large nose & defined features. He’s here. The general. You blush bright red & start to fan yourself. You can see his broad shoulders also poke out of the water.

This is General Marcus Acacius. He just, from what you can see, looks magnificent.

“My lady are you okay?” You don’t realise your jaw has dropped so dramatically open as you watch him, eyes draw to him like a hawk to a mouse. But he’s no mouse, he is a brave general. So many victories for Rome, & its subjects. You eventually snap out of it.

“Sorry did you say something”

Your ladies giggle as you try to not look. But it’s too much. Your eyes just constantly wander back to him. He’s just stunning. Each stroke he swims in the bath wonderful.

But then he swims to the other side of the bath & places his hands on the side. Out he gets. Soaking wet, completely naked. Water drops from his wavy hair. His strong back as scars from war traced across them. But it his arse. What a glorious rounded juicy peach it is. You moan a bit to loudly & a few people look at you & you instantly raise your fan to your face, to stop your embarrassment. Your eyes however betray you, still ogling over him from a distance.

Now out of the water he stands side on. Your ladies giggle, but you just look at that long length. You’ve seen men in these baths walk around naked. The first time you saw a penis up close was a surprise. But right now is the only other time you’ve felt self conscious & intrigued. It hangs, his balls are heavy. It’s semi hard. It’s long, ooh god it’s long. Longer than any other man you have glanced your eyes upon. How would anyone be able to accommodate it? It would split the lucky woman in half.

You feel your own pelvis, it’s moving on its own, your legs slowly parting. Your body is telling you that you are ready, that this is the prize. You just hope the general is in the mood for you. You can always tell whoever you are betroved to that you have ridden horses & that’s why there feels like you’ve been deflowered. Everyone knows that happens to some ladies & you are often seen on horseback, your father was instant that you had it as a life skill.

You mind is wondering as you day dream, that you don’t realise the general has noticed you gawping. He’s smirking & the takes some water from the pool & runs it’s through his hair, a wet look, even though the rest of him is drenched. He doesnt find a robe, or cover his manhood. Everyone in here is free to be who they want so he slowly saunters over & it’s only as he’s about 3 meters away that you ladies giggle.

“Miss, miss” they shriek & put their fans up over their faces trying not to look. Your past shame.

“My lady” Marcus bows & you smirk & lower your fan. How will that penis fit anyone, it’s wide too. Your splutter & then eventually lift you head from his privates up his hairy torso, to those broad shoulders, that long blemished filled neck, which is so ready to be kissed & to that stunning godly face. A few scars & cuts, but such astounding facial hair, the cuffs match if you knew what I mean. But it’s his eyes. So big & bright. So sexy. Your legs part again, you feel something inside you grow, a wanting of pleasure.

“General Acacius” you smile.

“It’s Marcus, please” & he holds out his hand & winks. “Please my lady”

“No miss”

“Shhh” you take his hand & he holds you close to him. Your thin white dress dampening from touching his skin, skin that’s been hardened by war but also feels like cloud to touch. Soft & sensitive.

“This way” & he points to a door. No one has been through that door yet who’s been chosen to pleasure anyone in these baths.

“But miss”

“You say a word to anyone…” you threaten your ladies. They go quiet.”Now return, im sure the general will be a gentleman” & you wrap your arm around him & he leads you out the door.

“I can assure you miss” he whispers “i will look after you”

The room he leads you to, has a bed, not as Fancy as yours at home, but it’s still silk, & white & virginal like you are. He closes the door behind you & stand to attention still completely naked. Part of your dress from his damp skin his gone see through.

“Undress” Marcus requests. You are shy at first, but your slowly disrobe, once naked your hands cover your mound. You like him have hair on your privates. You had planned for your wedding night to be clean shaven, to be taken & filled for the first time. The general walks towards you. You gasp as he circles you & his long delicate finger trace over your skin.

“You like this?” You nod as one hand cups your breast. “You like being admired?”

“Yes”

“You like my touch” his hand trials down your body heading for your sex “you want passion” he moves your hand but you grab him before he can touch your clit.

“General please, I’m betroved” you blurt out & his eyes widen.

“I know, but we all want to know why you come to the baths? To breed off your ladies in waiting?” You let go of your hand as the first kiss reaches the crook of your neck, his voice smooth like butter. Your legs part. “Do you watch them to get tips for your future husband”

“No” you bluntly say, & then moan as his fingers enter your pubic hair.

“Have you been taken then”

“N… no” you stutter, your body shaking.

“Shhh shhh shhh it’s okay” he whispers. “No need to tremble, I want pleasure you unless you don’t want me too”

“Why?” You say & his hand freezes, once again he’s so close to your clit.

“Because all is fair in love & war & if you just want to know what will make your future lover happy & what to expect, I can help out with that”

“How?” You then gasp. His large flat thumb has made contact with your most sensitive area, your clit being rubbed, makes your knees buckle & he grabs you to stop you falling.

“Because I am the man who in 3 moon you will be matched with.” It’s a dark sultry voice. You lift your head, you turn your head to face him & thrust your hand into his wet hair.

“Oooh yes” you moan. Your lips then clash with his, you let his tongue take you, you let him feast upon the kiss. His thumb strumming away as you make out & he pleasures you.

“How long have you know you’ve been promised to me!” He asks before he scoops you up & carrys you to the bed.

“2 years 3 month 1 week & 4 days.” You say as you are plonked on the bed, your knees raised to start with.

“Oddly specific”

“You came back from battle, the scar on your left shoulder my father healed, & when you saw me run passed I heard my father say she’s almost a woman, you can have her soon” he smirks & lowers your knees, your legs part, he licks his lips at the arousal he sees wanting to do nothing more than sink into you & fuck you all afternoon until the baths empty & then let you sore body soak in the warm water before taking you again.

“You did seem bashful that day, even through my pain I noticed.”

“It’s not often a girl gets lucky”

He caresses your face before tenderly kissing you.

“I wasn’t even a general when I was told I would be marrying you, & here we are fate has brought us together sooner” he kisses down your chin & neck before then sucking on your nipples, you moan deeply your hips pushing up into him. You feel his penis harden & he grunts & sits up.

“I’m not like the other heathens, I can wait the three moon” he says as he looks at your trembling body, how your already panting.

“You’d, you’d do that?” You seem shocked. Most men especially in power & the army get what hey want. “For me”

“Yes beautiful l” he caresses your face “even if it got to our wedding night & you didn’t wish to consummate I wouldn’t” your face lights up.

“You really are a gentleman” you state, & kiss him & your body flexes towards him again, his hand is stroking his length.

“So shall we wait” his voice is hoarse, he’s trying to hold it all in.

“I’ve wanted you general for a very long time, but how is this even going to work”

“Ahhh”’he giggles & spreads you legs even wider “don’t worry darling, you grow to” your eyes pop out of your head. He was a shower but he was also a grower.

“Be gentle” you mumble & nod.

“I will & I promise not to cum inside you” he is between your legs, swiping his penis across your clit & your sex. Your entrance about to be filled. You are about to be deflowered by the man you are betroved too.

“This might pinch, try to relax” you nod & lie back. You’re just enjoying the teasing pleasure of him swiping across everything that’s so sensitive. & then you feel it. The breach. He’s only a tiny bit in, but you feel pleasure you’ve never experienced before. You grab onto the bedding & scream.

“Holy fuck” he looks startled as he sighs as he feels you squeeze him.

“You okay” you nod & go mmmhhhmm “if it’s too much ill stop”

“NO Marcus!” You shout”keep going”

“Yes my lady” he then lies on top of you & as he ever so slowly inches his way fully into you, he watches the pleasure on your face. He has taken his fair share of flowers in his time, but none quite like you. The innocence draining from you, the little moans of yes coming from your plump red lips. The feel of your goosebumps. This is truly different to all the girls he’s had before.

“Fuck Marcus” you moan as he starts to slowly rock. He groans as you clamp around him squeezing his penis tightly.

“Jesus” he snarls”fuck baby, you’re so tight” he looks down seeing the mess you’ve already made, your virginity broken. “No going back now your all mine”

“Marcus what should I…”

“Shhh shhh” he says putting his lips on yours. “Tonight is your first Lesson is lust, let me ease you in, just enjoy it.” He then after a few more larger stroke jolts his hip. That special spot has been hit, reverberating around your whole body.

“Yes oooh yes yes yes” you moan grabbing more of the silk bedding.

“You like that beautiful” you nod & he thrusts hard again. “Good cos now I know you like this, on our wedding night this will be all you fucking get” he’s now much larger hovering above you his hips in a rhythm as he plunders you. Your own hand that’s not grabbing onto bedding, is caressing your hard nipples. He’s watching your perfect breasts jiggle as he goes harder. His eyes which are always brown even darker.

“Fuck oooh fuck fuck fuck” his rhythm becoming uneven. He quickly with draws his cock from your virgina & strokes it furiously. His seed spilling out over his hand & over your thighs, his eyes close in pleasure. “Oooh yes sexy” he the Burys his head between your thighs licking a strip across your enterance before furiously shoving 3 fingers inside you. “Come on my lady let got” you don’t need to much encouragement. You’ve had self pleasure before but the way this orgasm hits you from the feel of his cock to now his fat fingers finishing you off, it’s another level. He watches in delight. “Oooh this is going to be fun”…

3 moons later you are wed, to Marcus. You’ve had sex every single time you have seen him. Some assumed you had already been wed. As you lie on the bed on your martial night he’s deep inside you. Taking you from behind. Your arse with red marks on it from earlier spankings. Your face with sticky cum on it after he had face fucked you & said swallowing would happen next time so he gave you a facial. But right now is the moment you are looking forward to.

Your arse bouncing, you voice screaming in delight as another high hits you.

“Still so fucking good this cunt, so tight so ready” he growl. You can tell by the tightness of his grip he’s not got long to last. You grab the bedding & whimper.

“Fuck baby more more more”

“I don’t think I can” he’s straining his voice. He goes out of habit to pull out his cock you can tell that’s gonna happen.

“No cum inside, im your wife, you can impregnate me, it’s not a shame now”

“Huh?” He then realised he can & he doesn’t fully withdraw & slams back in.”what if I don’t want our baby growing in you yet”

“Marcus please I want to feel how good it is”

“Fuck baby I love it when you beg” one last slap of your arse has you clamping around him squeezing out your climax & that’s all it takes. The sensation shocks you, feeling his essence. Knowing he’s just emptied inside you. You bite the pillow next to your head as he moans your name as he comes down, slowly withdrawing his cock. Seeing how sore you are from all the sex you had not just had that night but in the previous weeks, seeing his cum drip down your thighs. He smirks he made that mess. He pulls you into his lap & kisses you deeply, that thumb going back to your clit, no pubic hair down there today as you had promised. You moan as you are over stimulated.

“You okay my lady?” You nod.

“You okay too husband?”

“More than okay” he whispers before kissing your forehead. “& to think 3 moons ago all I was to you was someone you were ogling at that Roman bath” he chuckles.

“Hmmm ahh so naive”

“So innocent” you smile at that remark & start to stroke his cock getting it erected again.

“Well not anymore”

[givemeuniversalcrossovers]

Soooooooooo......???

Seeing doubles amiright?, like, wow that's familiar oh yea it looks near identical to my besties art that was posted earlier this year, I mean maybe the heads the other way it can't be THAT copy pasted I so thought

Hm. Yea it IS that bad, now, I've not seen the movie in a long time but I am 99% sure that is not a pose from the genesect movie so it's not referenced from there

"But they have different art styles!" I mean pretty sure using an image as reference without consent or credit but altering it for your art style still infringes on copyright and the original image made by the original artist. And you're really gonna look at me with the art side by side and go well duh the art style is different even if they're near identical so can't be stolen (you can still, steal something while having a different artstyle???)

"but the head is the other way and the hands are closed!" and the posing is the exact same the angle is the exact same the mouth open the sternums pointing similarly the definition of the chest in illusion to chest plate

And as well the minor differences look pretty deliberate imo? Can't copy the exact posing 1 for 1 as somebody (read nobody (save for me bitches cause I'm pissed) since people don't like to call out bigger popular artists for things like this and just let it slide because 'wellll we like this artist better so they can steal allllll the time~!' which guys popular or not it ain't fucking on), but yea can't just do the exact same so alter just enough to make it pass off as original (didn't work literally saw it in passing and clocked it right away and had to scramble to check and make a comparison refer my beloathed)

I just wanna know like, why? What the fuck? And I know swearing might damage my point but, just, I can't stand seeing or hearing about my friends getting treated like this having their original content taken and warped by other people who know to some degree they can get away with it, it's gross, if you wanna take inspiration you credit that appropriately hell even ask permission and respect if the og artist says no.

I don't think this panel should've been made or it should've been a helluv a lot different. Things like this is exactly the reason I'm scared to share my original ideas online, in case it gets taken and used specifically by this artist because I genuinely can't trust them at this point from what I've seen I don't want my ideas to be taken and then be brushed off with a "oh I've always wanted to play with this idea/it's always been implied actually! Don't look into why it's only showed up now after somebody made a post about their ocs with the same idea" cause being the lesser content creator guess what? I'll be the insane one if I say anything, I'll be told I'm wrong and have people jump my content claiming I've stolen or something because that's unfortunately how the Internet works! I've already had my works warped in a way I cant really even talk about! I know I'd probably look mad or like I was grasping at straws if I said anything then or now and at the time I valued my safety my comfort online and enjoyment online over saying anything and hey maybe I was wrong and the ideas were simply similar, but I doubt it. I know I could dig up and provide my references at least for my work, at the time when asked they couldn't do the same.

But this is my friend, and I'm not gonna let this shit slide anymore, I know this isn't the first thing this artist has, 'taken inspiration from' I use with heavy quotation marks, and I hope to fuck it's the last. But I don't know. I'm not gonna sit in silence about it anymore though, I will be calling it out as I see.

Plugging other people's artwork and original ideas character designs traits ect into your own to replicate to boost your own art makes you no better than ai art, because it takes without consent and spits out something warped and stolen.

This might come off as angry and petty and bitter, because it is, but don't mistake that for jealousy, I don't want what they have I'm not talking about this like a jealous ex trying to sabotage their fame because I know this is probably gonna damage my online rep and experience far more than theirs (or maybe I'll be lucky and this will become a tumbleweed in the desert) I'm talking about this because I want this kind of behaviour to stop. More popular 'better' artists shouldn't get free reign to plagiarise and pocket concepts from smaller artists just because they can, my friends content is not your fucking strawberry patch to plunder, it's not yours to take ANYTHING from. Make your own fucking original content. You've got your fame. Stop taking from us, leave us alone.

[liyatime]

💭 . . . " CHICAGO TYPEWRITER " . . ⌚

⌚ pairing ; hwang hyunjin x male reader

⌚ genre ; smut , angst (?)

⌚ cw ; cock stepping , gun-on-penis (NO GORE) , cursing , no aftercare , hyunjin couldn't give a shit abt reader emotionally , filming , dubious consent , thoughts of being cut up (not actually) , temperature play???

⌚ a/n ; can yall guess where i got the title from GIGGLES , also this has been on my mind the whole day , i HAD to write this out..

it was a cold , desolate place. you don't know how you got here , or who or what brought you here , but it was silent , and lonely. you writhed around , trying to set yourself free from the roped that tied you down to this wooden chair.

after a few minutes of writhing around , you sat still out of breath. you thought about giving up and letting whoever brought you here take your life , afterall , you kinda deserved it. you snuck into a rich man's house and thought you could get away with it. (🫵🤭)

a door opened. you could hear the sounds of footsteps , but it was more like clacking , like the sound of expensive shoes that belonged to an old fashioned gentleman. you made sounds through the cloth that was lodged into your mouth and started to thrash again.

the clacking stooped right in front of you , you kept moving around , hoping he'd have sympathy for you , hoping that he wouldn't kill you.

all of a sudden , you feel something pressing down on your crotch , and it was pressing down hard. you groaned through the cloth in your mouth , soon recognizing it as a shoe. you also began to hear sounds of rustling.

"let's see here ," the voice of a male said , "(m/n) (l/n) , interesting name.. you're (age) years old , and you live in (town)." you shivered at the thought of this man knowing all your private information , maybe you shouldn't have broken into this house.

"so , mr (l/n) , why my house ? because it's large in size ? i don't know how rich you think i am but this house was just inherited , i don't have that kind of money , and if i did , i wouldn't spend it on something like a mansion." the man said, inserting the ID into his back pocket.

"oh dear , it's kind of awkward talking to myself.." he said , his hands touched your face and you felt the cloth being removed from your mouth. you immediately began shouting , "WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?" "LET ME GO!" "I WONT DO IT AGAIN , PLEASE!" the man scoffed at your incessant pleas.

"oh , shut up. your screaming is unpleasant." he said, plugging your mouth back up. the man took his foot off your crotch you could hear him walking away , going back up the stairs. you panicked yet again , thinking he was going to leave you here to rot for your wrongdoings. you also thought it'd be useless to thrash around and accepted your punishment.

after a few minutes you could hear the man's footsteps again and the sound of metal clashing , and it made you think , 'shit.. this psycho's gonna cut me up and sell my organs' well think again , the man set down the box and began to put together something. after a few minuted you heard a flash , "oh sorry (m/n) , just testing my baby out." he was going to record you being cut up..

you got scared each passing moment that the man didn't talk or when you heard the sound of metal clashing. you were close to crying , and maybe even pissing yourself.

a minute passed before you heard the man's footsteps again , and they again stopped in front of you. you began to cry , pleading for your life , but all the man did was unzip your pants , freeing your cock from the confinements of your pants. you felt the cold breeze of the empty room on your cock and it gave you goosebumps.

"your tip , it's a pretty color (m/n).. it suits you." the man teased. though you and him were the only people who were in the room , you still felt embarrassed. he glided a finger over your tip , tracing it in circles. you whimpered and your cock let loose a small amount of precum which he smeared all over the tip of your dick.

"you know , (m/n) , i have a little present for you , will you give me a minute to collect it?" the man asked , you didn't respond , but hyunjin went to collect it anyways , what kind of authority do you have in his house? your dick got cold and you were closer to an orgasm each time a breeze passed over your dick and you continued to moan from the cold feeling.

you heard the man's footsteps again after a while , he was coming down the stairs and stopped in front of you yet again. "oh , you didn't cum yet? should i help you with that?" the man asked. you started to give a slow and hesitant nod.

you heard a gun reload and you nearly pissed yourself. the man took the gun and placed it on the shaft of your cock , tracing upwards and downwards with it. you were scared but turned on , the cold feeling of the gun took you closer to your orgasm. the man put his foot on your crotch , taking the gun off.

"do you like it? i won this at an auction, it's a 1918 thompson machine gun , or it's also known as the chicago typewriter." the man said "i wont get my baby dirty , so your orgasm will be painful , i do apologize." he said the last part sarcastically , stepping on your dick harder and twisting his foot , you moaned loudly through the cloth in your mouth , a few more twists of his shoe to your orgasm..

he kept twisting his shoe on your cock , and you could feel the rush of your orgasm come. as you threw your head back , your cock shot out bundles of sperm , dirtying the man's shoe. "gosh.. i just bought these too , and you got them all dirty.." the man said disappointingly. he took his foot off your crotch and put your dick back in your pants without cleaning you or anything. "you can clean yourself right? I'll let you go in a bit.." he said , patting your dick.

you were fucked out , still feeling the high of your orgasm and your head was tilted back. but all of a sudden your felt a piercing pain in your neck , and passed out.

when you woke up , you were laying on the concrete sidewalk , you got up and felt something in your hand. it was your wallet. you looked up to the house you previously broke into and sighed , rubbing your forehead and walking away , there wasn't much you could do about this , it felt good though. you should probably get home and take a shower.

a/n ; tbh i don't like it , I could've written it out way better zhshssjjns

[bengiyo]

Knock Knock Boys Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we squarely sorted our housemates into two pairs and gave Almond a proper shake to make him get over Jumper. Almond spent the first chunk of the episode following Latte, and watched him give a talk to a club about pansexuality. He and Almond had a good moment after that, and Latte found himself getting jealous of Jumper at the barbecue they hosted later. Meanwhile, Thanwa is still looking for work but had an excellent moment with Peak in a closet where Peak apologized for taking a kiss from him earlier and asking for a new one. We left at Jane reentering the picture.

I do love their cold opens that are for a later scene in the episode. It feels so assured every time. I like the anticipation of paying attention to the moments so I know what that cold open is meant to provide as payoff.

I love Latte so much. He wakes up from sleeping on Almond and only gives a pleased smile about it. These two faking sleep are ridiculous. I know Almond was gonna toss his ass when the Now Kisstm moment started

Using the shirt to provide a barrier during a pratfall kiss is novel. I’m glad the first time their lips actually touch won’t be accidental, and that Latte got injured. We’ve only seen someone bleeding after a pratfall kiss in a few instances (Love Stage!! TH comes to mind).

Fiancée? I am ready for the drama.

These boys are nosy as hell!

The energy Jane gives off is so knowing. I am compelled.

Almond, the rich kid, took his shirt off to pretend to clean the walls with it after rolling away from the door. Incredible.

She is so ready to fight this man. They do not feel like they are romantically involved.

I feel bad for Thanwa. He’s staying out of the way, and even waited a bit for answers before calling.

Finally, someone acknowledged that every goddamn mosquito would be flying in through those open doors.

Morning wood in my BL? It’s more likely than  you think.

Almond, we see you still smiling about what you saw.

I’m with Almond. I wouldn’t want to eat breakfast at this tense table. However, I am also with Latte just trying to get some food in before walking to class.

Thanwa feels so properly gay to me. He’s being so careful about being neutral in his interactions with Jane.

I don’t like Max.

I like Lukpeach taking her offense to their sexual health club and talking about how improper it is to film people’s private moments and post them for clout.

Almond, focus please!

These two have a fun dynamic. Almond is still clearly thinking about Latte’s dick, and I love Latte being upfront that he’s down to play if Almond wants.

An unfortunate t-shirt choice there, costuming department.

This framing with the bed scene is excellent. Thanwa is still willing to offer Peak shelter, but he’s made it clear that they can’t have any more closeness while this situation with Jane remains unresolved.

Yes, put on your glasses so you can see his back properly. This show is very good at communicating that the characters are feeling multiple things.

Baby’s first dildo!

I don’t think they’re talking about the job anymore, guys.

This boy is skipping home to use his new toy! I love that for him.

You’re gonna need more Vaseline than that, baby boy.

I really love that Almond is allowed to explore his body this way. He lucked out on his roommates, too. Latte was worried when he heard him scream, and I love him teasing Almond about helping. It’s so cool that Almond is made to feel like he is desirable in some way.

And now Jane is covering for Peak, and didn’t react much about Almond saying he kissed Thanwa. She knows.

Oh no. Almond, do not go check that locker room. You are gonna get your little heart broken.

Glad I called that Jumper was already with his friend.

Almond….no… You were just at a meeting about consent.

That’s interesting. I thought we would find out about Jumper and Shawn via the clip, not that Almond would have already seen them together.

Wow, that’s a difficult cliffhanger. You could see Latte pulling away from Almond.

The preview is not promising!

Wow, I was not expecting the show to go beyond the “don’t film people” PSA aside. Having Almond overstep that boundary in a moment of jealousy and be caught for it is ripe with tension. I like that it’s Latte who catches it first, because he’s been dealing with Almond overstepping boundaries with him for multiple episodes with him following him places and trying to see his dick. Even if there’s been brewing sexual tension between them, Almond has been very firm about saying no to Latte. To have him then film and post Jumper like this is egregious, but in line with his earlier behavior. I’m excited to see where we go with them. As for Thanwa, I love that he still likes Peak even if he’s holding on his own line as well. This show whips ass.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

If DCLA characters had Tumblr part 15 🕺🏼

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

I think signing people’s cast when they have broken their arm is overrated.

I only got one signing and it was from my childhood enemy who wrote ”I still won loser”

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Well it was AFTER you signed MY cast with a drawing of a butt

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No, you signed mine first!

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I have missed this? You broke your arms at the same time?

🌼 punk-not-dead Follow

We were 7 and decided to climb a tree, to see who would dare to climb the highest. Then we both fell.

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I STILL CLIMBED THE HIGHEST!!

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I am obsessed with you two.

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Hey Francesca what the heck are you on.

If anyone is getting married it’s you and Vilu.

🧢 everythingscominguponmaxi Follow

Girls, girls…

You’re all getting married ;)

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What is this talk about marriages I hear?!

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🛼 rollerskatingonthemoon Follow

Even if people vote yes I won’t change my url Matteo!!!!

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But you have to!!! It’s the rules!

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Fuck you!

💍 queenoftherink Follow

LUNA SWORE?!??!?! I’d never thought I’d see the day!

Brb gonna take a screenshot of this and save it forever

💍 queenoftherink Follow

Also Matteo why do you need to match with her? Match with me, name yourself kingoftherink

🍓 chico-fresa Follow

No I wanna match with Luna :(

🏳️‍🌈 creyendoenmi Follow

Well maybe she wants to be independent and not match herself with you, you strawberry ass looking bitch

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Clam down Yam

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CLAM DOWN

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Calm*

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First you swear, now the misspell. I love this day.

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When you’re gay and the youngest but give your parents grandchildren first

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Jim what does this mean

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What does this mean Jim

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So I heard the story about how Leon and Violetta kissed for the first time, and to be honest, it sounds like he kissed her without her consent? He asked her to close her eyes and then kissed her, without her knowing! Violetta tells the story like she had no problem with this! Leon have manipulated her into thinking this kiss was ok.

Ugh. I much more preffered her with Diego. That kiss at the show, she has claimed was non-consentual but everyone knows she secretly liked it 😘

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Hey pal?

When I say I liked my first kiss with Leon, then I am telling the truth. When I say I did not like my first kiss with Diego, I am telling the truth. I’ve been very vocal when I have liked and when I have disliked a kiss.

Just because you prefer a relationship over the other does not mean you can make up stuff to make one of them sound ”worse”. Maybe you should start believing women?

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You’re clearly manipulated by Leon! He has made you think like this! He’s an evil man!

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Hello. I’m Diego Hernandez. I have been lurking on Tumblr for years, never posting anything.

When we were 18, I kissed Violetta without her consent in front of a livestream. It was wrong of me. I can only give the excuse that I was young and dumb. The fact that Violetta still had the heart to forgive me is something I am so grateful for. But just because she forgave me does not mean she secretly liked the kiss. She didn’t. She has always been very clear about this.

Also, as someone who knows Leon, he is not a manipulator. Just like Violetta said, you can’t just make shit up just because you don’t like someone. You weren’t even there. Believe Violetta when she tells the story.

Me and Violetta will never be together again. We are in a mutual agreement about this. No one has manipulated us to believe this.

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Yeah, believe women. Like when I watched a roller skate performance with Matteo Balsano and Luna Valente. It ended with Matteo kissing Luna. Very unprofessional, that’s not something you do in skating performances, but it was romantic and even though Luna seemed shocked when it happened and never spoke about it again, I know she did like it.

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… Maybe I didn’t wanna talk about it for a reason…

Please don’t go around saying that I secretly liked something when I have not even spoken about it online.

#in the grand scheme of things that event was a small dot #i didn’t like it at the time but there was so much else going on that i’m now kinda indifferent about it #also we were 16 and 17 #he’s an idiot still but we were kids.

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Yes, my friends. I have seen all your posts.

It has been… interesting…

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The feeling when you're having a 3 AM snack in the kitchen, enjoying the silence, and suddenly your cousin rushes in because she forgot to take her adhd meds earlier.

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Yeah what was I supposed to do?? I woke up and remembered I forgot to take them before so I had to take them now!!!

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You could have waited until the morning

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NO I COULD NOT. I COULD HAVE FORGOTTEN AGAIN BY THE MORNING. AND I NEEDED TO CALM THE VOICES IN MY HEAD, THAT'S WHY I COULDN'T SLEEP IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!

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Why were you up at 3 AM, Ámbar?

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To have a 3 AM snack, Nina?

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But why?

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Sorry, but when do you have 3 AM snacks? At 16:00 or something?

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When you're literally famous since your teens and yet you're nervous to confess your feelings to your crush.

Like I’ve been going up on stage for large audiences, I’ve been telling everyone to follow their dreams, all that stuff…

And then I sit and contemplate how our friendship might be ruined if I call them and tell how I feel.

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Tell them!!! Call them right now!!

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Ok, I did not except you to call me.

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AN UPDATE PLEASE? IT’S BEEN SEVERAL HOURS.

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JAJDKFEKEKIXIEKWKXIXIDKSNNFOS

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GIRLS. UPDATE US.

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No 💜

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WDYM NO

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What happened in the phone call is between me and Fran

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Saying "my pregnant girlfriend": Sounds like you did something very irrresponsible and now you're a teen parent even though you're in your 20s.

Saying "my pregnant wife": Cool, professional, you're an adult and you're married, you're starting a nuclear family over here.

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No chat I will not elaborate <3

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This is a callout post for a certain redhead to stop reading my fics

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It's not my fault you're a genius writer. And it's fun to see who you have inserted of our friends in the fics. Playing a game of "which OC is based on me and who is based on someone I know?"

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I'm gonna block you

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I can still read your fics? Blocking just means I can't comment. And then I can just make a new account anyway.

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You ever wanna tell two people on your dash that they should kiss but you don't know them so it would be odd to write, but also it's like tumblr so it wouldn't be totally out of the blue to randomly tell people to kiss.

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I'm gonna die if someone makes a sideblog called "I tell people to kiss" and then randomly start reblogging posts where people have arguments or random conversations, and add "you two should kiss"

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You two should kiss.

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HELP

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I'm gay thank you sdxfdcghft

#DYING THO

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[artistic-argonian]

TL,DR: Being autistic and overwhelmed by touch sometimes and wanting it other times is weird. Throw sensual attraction in the mix and it becomes even weirder and I'm still processing it all.

Long explanation below the cut.

Realising more and more every day how strange and contradictory it is to be an autistic person who doesn't like being touched by strangers or just randomly without warning or permission (even by family), but also really enjoys and somewhat craves close physical contact with people.

To an extent it makes sense, like I wouldn't want a complete stranger or someone I don't know very well to just hug me, but even with people I'm close with I internally freak out if I'm approached from behind, for example. I sit with my back to the wall most of the time in restaurants after an incident with family members and friends constantly touching my hair as they walked past years ago that made me very uncomfortable. Touch can be overstimulating for me in situations where I'm suffering from sensory issues. But other times it's really soothing for some reason, like when I'm upset or feeling low, I love the warmth and sensation of being held tightly. Or on the rare occasion someone's either put cream onto or just scratched my back for me (I have to have medicated lotion put on my back where I can't easily reach by myself) I love it and don't want it to stop.

Somehow I'm simultaneously the "don't touch me or I'll freak out" and "please crush my soul into my body" kind of autism depending on my mood and the situation, as well as the person/people. I don't really get physically close with people outside of my family, mainly because I don't feel I'm emotionally close enough to/it'd just be plain awkward with anyone I know IRL, or the people I am close enough with to feel comfortable are all online and live very far away from me.

Realising I have this desire is so weird because I used to think I was just "no touchie" with everybody, but it turns out there are people I like being close like that with. There are people I want to hug hard when I get the chance to meet them and I want to be held by (especially with realising I can experience what I believe to be sensual attraction, which makes that desire even stronger with certain people). And that opens a whole new issue of potential awkwardness; not wanting to seem like some kind of weirdo or creep because while saying "Hey if we ever meet IRL I'm gonna hug you" is fairly normal and something I've said to most of my online friends, I worry it'd be weird for me to be like, "Hey if we ever meet IRL, I not only want to hug you, but I want to cuddle and embrace you. I want to hold you close and feel your warmth around me and be physically affectionate in a casual, platonic, yet intimate way. But only with explicit permission/consent because I know a lot of people probably view that sort of thing as strictly romantic or even sexual and I really don't want to make things weird between us."

Like I'm still struggling with the thought/feeling of wanting that, not knowing if it'll ever happen (because distance), and being afraid of it being too weird for the other person if the chance ever did arise so just not doing it or bringing it up anyway. I feel like this post already makes me look a bit unhinged in that regard so I'll leave it there. A long, kinda aimless rant, but there you go.

[i-hope-this-is-a-phase]

Caiti's Final Response Important Quotes

The Discord kept asking for quotes for this whole thing, so I went into the trenches and tried to quote all the important bits she said. Let me know if there are any errors or quotes you would like added. You may screenshot any of these quotes, just mention that I made them (because it was hard to do and I would like some acknowledgement askcnakdns).

Anyway, here we go:

(Extremely dicey: view at your own risk!)

"if you're looking at this stream for me to like expose and drop new drama or just anything to talk about, it's not that kind of stream" - Caiti

About the Grope

"It is fucking sexual assault, okay? I'm not going to apologize, say that it isn't sexual assault, that I'm not a sexual assault victim"

"He felt up my tits, on a couch, with other people there. He stuck his hand up my shirt, under my bra, and felt up, fondled, whatever you want to say, he felt up my tits."

"…getting called a slut and a prude at the same time"

"He felt up my tits; this touching that he's talking about, that's what it is, okay? No, I'm not upset that he tickled me, saying that he assaulted me because he tickled me, or because he was close to me, no! I'm upset because I was on a couch, 18 years old, drunk, on a couch with other people in the room, and he sticks up his hand and starts feeling my tits."

"He would have never felt my uncomfort because he was too busy feeling something else that night"

"He did not rape me either. Like it's so important to hear what I am saying" - talking about misinformation being spread

Acknowledging Twitter

"I really do encourage everyone to watch my response on it. Like, either read my response on Twitter or watch the original video"

"The screenshot that I--my recent response on Twitter--this is the only kind of response thing I'm gonna give--I will acknowledge--that was a complete miscommunication. There's a screenshot I said was form his friend, that wasn't there for the assault, mentioned our ages and acknowledged you know the situation was weird. It's a real screenshot. What I got wrong, [what] was miscommunicated was who it was from."

"It was actually from isntead of the guy--who left and wasn't there for the assault it was from the girl who wasn't there for the assault."

"I do acknowledge and own up to the fact that that was completley wrong, but again I'm saying even though it wasn't from this friend, it was yet another person in the hotel room that acknowledged the weirdness."

"he fucking admitted to doing what he did to me"

Being Drunk and Consent

"For the people saying she was drunk too and didn't consent, I didn't fucking feel up his tits! What did he not consent to. I would like to make it clear: there was no reciprocation in any sexual act. The sexual act that happened was not reciprocated."

"The only thing he could have not consented to was him putting his own hand on my tit."

Why She Didn't Do _______

"I privated all my things so I couldn't receive followers, receive clout, y'know I couldn't grow from this"

"For people saying take legal action: do you know the odds of winning an assault case?"

(She talked in depth about how she couldn't win the crying scenario: either she cried and was called faking it and dramatic or she wouldn't and would be called soulless but I'm not transcribing that it went on for 3 minutes)

Acknowledging the Inconsistencies

"And the fact if I have inconsistencies in my story, which I do and I'm not going to say that I don't. I'm, like, remembering the night of my assault, and I'm sorry that the thing that I really remembered is the assault."

"I will acknowledge that there are inconsistencies, but when I acknowledge there are inconsistencies…my whole story is out, it's in the trash, and I'm seen as a liar"

"the one thing we agree on is the fact that he touched me and didn't ask if I was okay with it"

The Word Choice

"The fact of him saying I painted it in a bad light. I'm talking about my assault. I'm not going to paint it in a fucking rainbows and sunshine light."

(about the cuddling) "It wasn't anything sexual, and I believe it was pretty tame"

The Negative Attention

(talking about content creation and negative attention) "I've lost the love i've spent so long on because of this"

She's talking about how she has no idea what to do with the clout she'll "gain" from this

"I don't want a career in content"

"It's insane. I mean watching people--the position i'm in--watching thousands of people comment on your sexual assault story; people fight each other over it; people use it as a talking point on a YouTube video or a podcast, yknow, it being made into clickbait. It's--it's insane"

On George's Response

"I could have even understood if it would have been a, 'I know we have different persepctives of the night, and i know i assumed stuff that i shouldn't have, but i'm still sorry for hurting you.' But any time again he re admits to the fact that he touched me without my consent is followed iwth a but."

"It's followed with a 'yes i touched you, yes i didn't ask if it was okay, BUT you were smiling, BUT you seemed like you would want it, BUT you seemed--' im fucking sick of it!"

Caiti paraquoting George "Here. Here is everyhting on a silver platter. Everything she was kinda wrong about, ad everything she left out. So she can't be trusted, and because I am the one pointingit out, you can trust me"

Bias

"The person he's getting to confirm his point of view is his best friend. Or the guy he called in the video? Again his friend"

"These edited response videos? He's making them with Dream"

"And I do acknowledge, this is me acknowledging, I can also be a hypocrite in this situation because I had a best friend there."

"But I would also like to point out that the two girls there, the one from the screenshot that said--that mentioned the age difference and was mentioning how weird it was, and…the other girl that was there during the assault, texted me the day after and said ' are you okay? I was really uncomfortable with how touchy George was being.' Those two girls? I met two days prior"

Power Imbalance

About the power imbalance- "I was an aspiring creator, and these were the biggest creators in the industry"

"There's creators that messaged me about their stories but say they are still too scared to do it"

"We have the same twitch fucking manager"

"If [the move] was done in a private setting, maybe I could have mustered up enough courage to say 'no I'm not comfortable with this' or to rip his hands out of my fucking bra. But he did it on a couch with other people sitting next to us, and with other people in the room. Any, y'know, any expression I did, anything I did, it was on display for other people. He took the power away from me in that situation."

"And for everyone saying 'Well you could have given non-verbal consent.' I will tell you right now, if I was given the opportunity to give even non-verbal consent, my answer would have always been no."

"I'm asexual."

On Glorifying Creators

"You don't know these people. These are people who create content to millions of people. They aren't your best friends."

"These content creators that have spent time with these people. These content creators who do know these people, have had private conversations with these people, speaking out against them."

"I was hoping to open people's eyes, I guess"

"I would never forgive him"

She acknowledges that she did not like that people used her story to spread hate

for why she came forward - "I wanted to be [what shelby was] for other people"

[theriddlerdiscordkitten]

PLEASE WRITE BURT OR ELI SMUT I AM ON MY KNEES BEGGINg it could literally be anything and i would love it

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND ANON!!!!

Seven minutes in Heaven (Burt Fabelman x f!reader)

WARNINGS: Blowjob, handjob, mouth fucking, age gap (35 & 45, but never mentioned), swearing, and SMUT!!! BLAHHH!!!

A/N: THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST ANON!!! I’ve been hoping to do this, but I’ll probably do Eli in the future!!

Burt Fabelman looks at you the way every man doesn’t.

He looks at you with love, passion, and sweetness. Instead of a shitty way like the other men in your life.

But tonight, the way you sensed he was stressed when he walked into his apartment was quick.

Sammy, his son, was out for the night, going out with some friends.

So you stayed at the apartment the whole day and called off work.

Leaving only him to go to his work alone.

“Honey?” You walk towards him, wearing his button up shirt, and his pajamas pants.

He sets his hat on the coat hanger, before setting his forehead against the wall. “I’m gonna kill my boss, baby..I am.” He groans.

Setting your hands on his shoulders, you start to rub them slowly. “He’s not giving you that raise..Isn’t he?”

He nods to your question, sighing, “How am I gonna pay for Sammy’s stupid camera equipment?” he mutters.

You don’t stop rubbing his shoulders, wishing this could help him in some way. “Baby, I-I can do that. I have enough money.” You remind him.

He has a love and hate relationship when it comes to you helping him with Sammy.

The pros are getting used to each other, Sammy actually liking you, and others.

The cons are trying to help Burt with Sammy.

He knows his son, he loves his only son, but he’s not ready for you to be an actually stepmom to Sam.

You both aren’t married yet, but you both were married to different people.

It just feels weird to Burt, getting his flashbacks to his own stepfather.

“Baby, I-I love you, but no. You’re not paying for that.” He removes his head from the wall, before turning around, and leaning against it.

Slowly stopping rubbing his shoulders, he wraps his arms around your stomach, and leans down to rest his head on your shoulder blade.

He sighs, “Just go to the bedroom for awhile, I’ll be there when the football game is over.” he kisses your shoulder blade, before walking away, and setting his head high.

You needed to fix this. By not talking, by doing something.

-

Slipping on a pink, short, silk nightgown you found on a sears catalogue, you walk towards the mirror, before smiling.

“He’s gonna love this.” You whisper to yourself.

You turn around, walking to slightly open the bedroom door, watching Burt from afar.

He sips his tea, before setting it down on the coffee table.

You quietly open the bedroom door more, before closing it behind you after you secretly walk out.

Tip toeing to the side of the couch, he turns his head to see me quickly.

Fuck, you thought, you spoiled your prize, Burt.

His eyes widened, before softening as he looks at you in awe. “Angel?” He whispers to you.

Walking towards him, you bite your lip. It’s been months since you guys had sex, you probably guess why that’s the reason he’s cranky.

Burt gently sets his hands on your waist, looking up and down on your body. “Oh, angel,” He whispers, “you’re screwed up and brilliant.” he chuckles quietly.

You smile down at him, he slides you down on his lap, still star strucked.

“Y/N..” He whispers, setting his head onto your tits. “It’s been almost eight months and four days since I ever saw you like this.” He breathed out.

He counted how many hours, days, months, since he saw you in your true form.

An angel, he believes.

You felt his erection poke out of his work pants by the bottom of your white underwear.

Slowly running your hands up and down on his back, he closes his eyes, and then opened them back up to look at you.

“Please..Can we?” He breathes out again, which you nod in response.

“I only have eyes for you.” You remind him, basically giving him consent.

Within a second, he kisses you deeply, his hands up sliding up to grab onto your breast.

You moan into the kiss, leaning onto him. He rests back on the couch, ignoring the football playing on little tv.

Continuing to kiss him, but you trail down slowly, getting off of his lap.

He’s still in his work suit, he’ll kill you if he cums on this suit, probably gonna make you even lick it off if he’s feeling good.

Slowly getting off of his lap and onto your knees down on the floor, you separate your legs a bit as you sit on his cold, leather shoes.

Kissing his zipper, you pull away, and pull the metal zipper down.

He looks down at you, watching you with tired but love in his eyes.

He can’t handle the slow, teasing you always did to him

You were his. You had to do some teasing.

Putting your cold hand under his pants and into his boxers, you found his hard cock.

It’s seven inches, but it’s thick, really thick. Enough for you to take him within a minute in you.

Slowly pulling it out, you look up at him. “I love you.” You whisper.

He grabs your hair gently, making a lazy ponytail. “I love you too, honey.” He whispers back, never breaking eye contact.

Putting the tip in your mouth, lightly sucking it to slow things down.

He gasps quietly, looking up at the celling with his eyes closed. He’s weak in the knees for you.

Only for you.

Pulling your head down more by the hair, he groans loudly. “Fuck, baby, I needed this from you.”

You start to bob your head slowly, closing your eyes tightly. He feels so good inside of your mouth.

His pubes tickling your nose each time you deep throat him just for a second.

His cock twitches in your mouth, now bobbing your head quickly, and shaking it.

He puts his hand on the back of your head, guiding you deeper and deeper.

You pull your head up to look at him, now jerking him off while smiling.

Your lips are wet, sloppy, and his pecum is even on it.

He feels your cold hand wrap around his cock, making his hips thrusts upwards in your hand.

“Wish..this..was..your..mouth.” He growls between thrusts, his teeth clenched.

He pulls your head down back on his cock, slapping your hand away.

His hips are thrusting in your mouth now, instead of your hand.

You couldn’t breathe through your mouth, grabbing on his thighs through his brown pants.

Feeling his speed, he’s already close. So close.

Then suddenly, he reaches his point.

His hips are off of the couch and against your nose, his hip twitching as his cum fills your mouth up.

“Fuuuuuuck..” He sighs in relief, a fainted smile placed on his soft lips.

Burt looks down at you, smiling. “Touchdown.” He chuckles.

[teecupangel]

I come bearing Unity thoughts. How about Yew Branch style Desmond, but in Revolutionary France? And to just make things interesting... As one of the children of Marquis de Sade

Now, I am merely doing Sequence 5 so I have no idea if they show in the game. But! Consider Desmond low-key having fun at the expense of others. Even if it is only because he is bored, he knows who his father is (historically) and modern time sense of modesty does not measure up to those of his now-contemporary France

In short: Desmond finds Cafe de Theatre and has fun making Arno blush. By using modern style innuendo

Before we start, I will confess that I do plan to write a Yew Branch for August 26, Arno’s birthday, but it’s more or less set before Unity because… uuuhhh… plot reasons? XD

Anyway, I will say AC Unity has the easiest time to just kick Desmond anywhere we want because you can pick anyone from the Nomad Assassins in the companion app and bam, you have Desmond’s new identity.

Also, here’s Desmond being reborn as either Arno’s brother or Élise’s brother/twin and, while this is more focused on AC3, here’s Desmond being reborn as Marie Antoinette.

Okay, let’s set up Desmond’s life as Marquis de Sade’s son.

Now, we actually have two options for this (according to wiki):

Louis Marie de Sade (1767) would be a year older than Arno

Donatien Claude Armand de Sade (1769) would be a year younger than Arno

If you wanna go down the ‘Desmond gets a pussy’ route, there’s Madeleine Laure de Sade (1771) as well, but if we’re gonna give Arno some dick, then I like the idea of Madeleine being a secret fangirl who totally ships her brother (and maybe even her father) with that sexy hooded man.

(As far as I remember, they don’t show Marquis de Sade’s children in the game so we’re good to go)

Regardless of who we pick as Desmond’s new identity (an older man showing Arno the ‘ropes’ or a younger man who Arno believes to be the most dangerous of all… in a very different way), Arno’s in for a very… well… informative time of his life.

The de Sade Family:

Marquis de Sade doesn’t formally invites his children to his ‘new kingdom’ but he will welcome them nonetheless if they do join. He and his wife don’t really have a good relationship so he’s not that close to his children. Desmond would definitely be his favorite and, even if Desmond is reborn as his second son (if we’re going for the younger man route), he would still name Desmond as his heir and successor because, as far as he knows, Desmond is his ‘true child’.

Desmond doesn’t want any title or riches or whatever. He does, however, like Marquis de Sade. As a father? Far better than William Miles, hands down. But honestly? Desmond saw how the Marquis was lonely as not many people understood his ‘true self’. Desmond gets it though since he experimented a lot when he left the Farm and learned how sex could be quite enjoyable. Desmond actually knows more than Marquis de Sade and sorta-kinda acts as his proofreader.

In public, Desmond is considered to be polite and as noble as one gets, heavily leaning on Haytham Kenway’s remaining bleeds. In his father’s new kingdom though… total dom. Known to be the bored prince and there’s a lot of people that try to get his attention in any way they can. Desmond is usually just there to make sure his father doesn’t do anything actually illegal or every ‘depravity’ he does would be done with consent on all sides. He does disappear as soon as his father starts… really going because, yeah, he doesn’t have a kink for that one.

The brother we don’t choose will have an inferiority complex against Desmond and think that Desmond is a depraved sick bastard. But he will also remember how kind and understanding Desmond was to him when they were children. Hell, he was still kind to him even when it’s clear that he was trying to bully him (Desmond just thinks it’s cute he thinks he could bully Desmond). This conflicting feelings make him ignore everything that Desmond does in their father’s kingdom while trying to protect both him and their father as much as he could. He would insist he’s protecting the family name though. (His kink is definitely a form of cuckolding)

Desmond’s mother would be distant and ignore all of her children (except maybe her daughter) because the whole relationship was just to keep the power among the nobles so there’s no love lost anywhere. Desmond doesn’t feel anything for her and, yeah, there’s some childish pain there, but he’s good at ignoring his unresolved feelings for his parents at this point anyway.

Madeleine is Desmond’s favorite sibling and she’s quite spoiled. Desmond’s influence makes her more open to their father’s preferences but she’s quite reserve about it, blushing whenever she tries to open up and ends up just going ‘never mind’. Desmond gives her a more clinical explanation to these kinds of things in a form of a notebook of some sort because he thought she would be too embarrassed and awkward if he directly talked to her. This leads her to the path of voyeurism and enjoying erotica so… well… you win some, you lose some. She joins her brother in visiting their father in secret though, because if words got out that the young de Sade girl was a deviant, she’ll be ruined in the eyes of the nobility. Their father and Desmond just go “it’ll be fine.” because they’re actual deviants (by 17th~18th century standard anyway)

His father and sister are the main reason why Desmond stayed in France. He could have gone to America as soon as he turned 13 (maybe even 10 if he was really determined enough) but he didn’t because he didn’t want to leave his little sister and someone has to look after his father without judgmental eyes.

Desmond does, however, send money and supplies to Davenport manor, disguising it as an investment or some sort although the American Brotherhood knows he’s an ally of some kind. He is also Ratonhnhaké:ton’s pen pal.

Arno and Desmond’s Relationship

Arno would see Desmond as a beautiful mysterious man tempting him at every chance. The way he moves, the way he speaks, the way he looks at Arno. It makes Arno feel a lot of things that he had never felt before and he is torn between remaining loyal to Élise who is always running (not from him, Arno doesn’t think that, she’s not… is she?) or finally taking a bite of the fruit the devil keeps dangling in front of him.

Desmond… knows Arno has a crush on him but he actually doesn’t act all that different. He might have a soft spot for Arno because he’s an Assassin who clearly needs help and maybe he pays more attention to Arno than the men and women throwing themselves at the bored prince but, let’s be clear, Desmond isn’t trying to lead him on. He’s flirting with him but it’s more on the side of “I’ve been a bartender far too long that flirting on an easy mark is more of an unconscious choice because I might get more tips” than actual serious flirting.

Unfortunately, Desmond doesn’t know that Arno is having a very confusing bisexual awakening that’s only amped up by all the usual 17th~18th century repression thing soooo, yeah, Desmond doesn’t know he’s affecting the young man more than he was thinking.

Marquis de Sade definitely wants Arno to join in. With him or with his son, he doesn’t care, Arno is just a wonderful specimen to be left in that uptight boring world. He also knows Arno’s ‘crush’ on his son, he keeps pushing him to his son though because that would be fun.

In other words, Desmond is unintentionally creating a love triangle that he honestly have no time or desire to be part of. He doesn’t know about Élise! He honestly thought Arno is single (“He has that pathetic wet virgin kitty vibe to him.” “I don’t think he’s a virgin, my boy.” “Oh, definitely not. Maybe it’ll be better to say he’s ‘pure’?” “Ah. Well then, have fun corrupting him.” “We’ll see, father.”)

Once Desmond learns of Élise, he’ll back off (and even feel a bit icky because he was unintentionally becoming the ‘hoe who the asshole cheated on’) and it’s… it’s gonna get messy, especially considering Desmond’s inclusion in Arno’s life makes Arno wonder if he and Élise are even still together or if… his love for Élise was true and not something twisted by his lonely childhood and his ‘abandonment’ issues.

Oh shit. I just turned this smutty fic idea to angst, abort, abort, abort.

If Desmond and Arno will have a relationship, it’ll be after Dead Kings DLC.

You know what would be funny?

If Arno realized he wasn’t just sexually attracted to Desmond but was in love with him during the ending parts of Dead Kings when he finally accepts Élise’s death.

Then when he returned to Paris?

He learned that Desmond had taken his sister to America and now…

Arno thinks Desmond is the one who got away.

(“Arno, I can’t believe I’m saying this… you can follow him to America. He’s literally living with the American Brotherhood. We know where he is.” “I have missed my chance. There is nothing left for me to do.” “Oh my god. Someone just chokes this drama queen unconscious so we can ship his ass to America!”)

[onlyinmy-ass]

i never cared about being a virgin and "missing out" until anal. want it so bad and been training up and anal only for almost 8 months now. but also kinda saddens me that i'll never be with anyone irl. I am scared to death of anyone who gets close, like beyond friendship close.

You have come to the right mess of a person with this, friend. I understand 100% how you're feeling, trust me. This is about to get long and personal but I hope it'll help in some tiny way

I'm aroace and have had very similar feelings and experiences to what your describing here - so you're not alone. I had two really good friendships at uni (almost 6 years ago, sobs in late 20s) that I completely fucked over the moment I realised they were actually interested in me romantically, I turned and fucking ran to the hills to get away from that because I knew I'd never be able to give them what they wanted or needed from me

Those feelings and that fear haven't really gone away but as I've gotten older and interacted with more people in life, in other countries, online, in the kinky community etc what I've found is a whole broad spectrum of relationships that I'd never imagined possible as a young adult

And that can be turned so easily to these difficult thoughts right

So, okay, you and I might never want a romantic thing. Platonic relationships with sexual elements exist. BDSM relationships are often added to the context of romantic partnerships but can also be platonic, outside separately or in addition to traditional relationships. One off encounters with clear expectations and boundaries and, perhaps most importantly, defined endings can be found if you want one

Or, if you're not all that keen on having another person actually touch you, toys exist - as you already know! We don't need anyone else to enjoy those great sensations of anal. But maybe you do want someone, so you can find a person that is in to watching, directing or even using the toy on you without any other contact.

What I'm trying to say is that there are SO many possibilities that don't require deep emotional bonds. (Trust and consent and boundaries absolutely but these are not exclusively linked to long term partners)

With some searching and vetting, you could - if you so desired- find someone that matches your freak and have an encounter (s, if it goes well!) with that satisfies your needs and theirs

Sex, anal, play, control.... It can just be a physical thing done for fun. You don't need to put the fear and pressure of something more on it if you don't want to.

I know that for me personally that romantic relationships really aren't on the table, and I'm not particularly fussed about getting anyone else in on the action because I can get the physical enjoyment and sensations on my own and know I'm avoiding the potential emotional freak out/fall out, but if I ever chose to pursue something it would be solely on my shoulders to explain what I wanted and how it would have to play out; I couldn't expect someone to understand if I didn't lay it out for them and, unfortunately, that's probably gonna be the same for you. But as I said, that doesn't mean noone will be interested if that's what your putting out

TLDR: if you want someone to fuck you in the ass without crossing into uncomfortable feeling territory, I guarantee there are people out there also looking for this sort of arrangement. You just have to be clear with what you want, set your boundaries and for the love of sanity have an exit plan so you can leave immediately if the vibes are wrong. And if you don't want that? Keep on riding that dildo and enjoy yourself anyway

You're not missing out because 9/10 people aren't doing anal anyway so actually you're doing better as a virgin that most the population. That's pretty fucking cool honestly

(also 8 months anal only training? Get it!)

[shadowcatzone]

FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK, THIS IS R18, NSFW!!

here's a little something to hold you over water while i'm still working on part 2 of isekai'd!reader x venti smut:

-venti invites himself for a "sleepover" and gets mad at you (this is gonna be a rollercoaster, consent is implied)-

Venti and you have been flirting (and dating) for quite a while. Today you meet up at the tavern, as you often do. After a while of the usual spiel, venti whispers to you, "you know... i think we could... maybe, take things to the next step?" You giggle, and whisper back "honestly? I'd love that..." so the two of you leave the tavern and head to your house.

Before venti can even get started, you ask him if he wants to borrow sleepwear from you. "I don't think i'm gonna need any..." "great!" "?" He takes off his shoes, you take off his cape and hat, he fumbles with his corset, takes off his pants, then you push him on the ground. No, on a spare mattress, he notices, as you cover him with a blanket. He blinks twice. Then thrice more, before frowning.

You lay down in bed. In sleepwear. "Goodnight venti!" You exclaim sweetly. He's absolutely livid. Not that he'd let it show, to you, anyways. "...goodnight, [name]." He covers his face with a hand, sighs, before turning around trying to sleep.

In the middle of the night, you think maybe around 3 am, you lean up. Quietly, you ask "...venti? Are you awake?", no response. You wait a few seconds longer, he's lying with his back to you. "...if you need another blanket, i can give you one, like, if you're cold. Oh, or, if you need a glass of water, i won't mind bringing you one either..." still nothing. You get the feeling that he is really, actually, asleep. But you decide to make sure. "Venti? Are you really asleep?"

But you still don't get a response. Slowly, quietly, you lay back down and turn to face the wall. You take one last look at his sleeping figure, before covering your head with your blanket. You carefully uncover yourself from your sleepwear, and slowly start touching yourself. You play with your front, your fingers tracing your most sensitive spots, all while imagining your lover, who sleeps only a short distance away. Your breathing gets heavy, laboured. You work yourself up thinking of your lover. Soft, quiet, high-pitched moans start escaping you. The blanket flies off you, a sudden weight on top of you. "How. Fucking. Dare you."

You freeze. You can see his eyes glowing, from the corner of your eyes. Swallowing, hard, you start "v-venti-" "here you are, getting yourself off," he sounds absolutely alien like this "While denying me? Absolutely fucking outrageous. Say," he pushes his weight on you, "you already knew what i meant, didn't you?" You nod, trying to pull your arm from between your legs. Quickly holding onto it, so you can't, he whispers, "...did i say you should stop? Keep going..." right next to your ear.

You do as you're told. You keep touching yourself, quietly moaning his name, while he leaves kisses on your shoulder and neck, occasionally watching your hand move. You're getting close. He tears your hand from your sex and holds it up. Now you're a whining mess, you were so close. He kisses you twice. Three times. "...did i say you get to cum?" His tone is harsh, though you don't dislike it. I fact, you somehow like this side of the usually oh-so-nice bard.

He flips you onto your chest. Hands held above your head, he grinds down on you. "Aren't you cute? So willing~" he says, while you moan softly. He holds two fingers to your mouth. "Open up." You need a minute to connect what he wants from you. Far to long, in ventis mind, so he forces his fingers in. "Suck." You do just that. Moving your tongue around his fingers as well as sucking on them, you've done that before. On your own fingers, imagining it's him.

"Oh, you're pretty good at that, aren't you? You did that before? With someone else?" You answer, with difficulty, since his fingers are still in your mouth, "mmh~ y-yuh... mm-ma owm" (yes, my own) "awh, cute. I'd love to see that... well, maybe next time." He murmurs while taking his fingers out. Gasping for air, you only get a short break, before he pushes his fingers into your pretty little hole. You moan. he chuckles, then continues kissing you, while carefully moving his fingers before starting to scissor you open.

Moaning and whining is all you can do, really, since he's still holding your hands. Once he decides he's worked you up enough, which is suspiciously close to your orgasm, again, he removes his fingers, releases your hands, before lining himself up to your hole. You're a mess, panting and whining, tears welling up in your eyes, over your second denied orgasm. "Shhh, shh, it's okay... i promise you can cum this time..."

You want to retort, but he's already entering you, so only moans escape your mouth. "Ahh~ hnn~ s-so cute, my windblume~" neither of you can hold on for too long. Unfortunately for you, however... "cute little windblume... i hope you won't be too upset... but i can go on for a few more rounds..."

Needless to say, you go through a few positions that night, at the end of which you are utterly overstimulated. Well, he is an archon, after all.

_____

Guys guys i unlocked a new word

Consent is implied. If [you] had said 'no, i don't want this', at any point, we'll believe that venti would've stopped. Because venti isn't like.. that.. you know.

[austin-chr-2-0]

Can we all just, as a group, collectively stop pretending that the Chucky series is actually a good show?

I promise it isn’t. It’s nothing short than a literal fetish bait that you see on TikTok. I’ll admit, Don’s show was enjoyable in S1. This is no hate or coming after anyone, I’m simply stating what I see.

Not only is the plot more confusing than my gender identity, there’s clear racism in the show. Am I the only one who finds it so hilarious that Don nearly killed off almost every POC character? And only kept the one that was apart of the “main couple” thing Don is doing that’s equivalent to the foolishness they did in Highschool Musical? One of my good friends did a whole blog on it, their name is Mys and I’ll link it.

And not to mention how Don literally admitted to Jake being a self insert. Let me repeat that for those in the back — HE ADMITTED JAKE IS A SELF INSERT. Meaning that the only reason Devon is alive because he’s an extension of DON’S SELF INSERT. Don literally said that his experiences with Jake are “similar” like sir, just admit it already. And don’t get me started on the poor writing here.

Dambala and Christianity? This isn’t paganism bro, and Dambala is technically voodoo and hoodoo, and those different religions have Catholic and Christian roots and similar tools. Also, I don’t mean to point out the elephant in the room but Chucky and Tiffany are white. Hoodoo and Voodoo and the practice of Dambala is a closed practice specifically for who?? African people. And this is just the tip of the iceberg. How come nobody fucking points out how Alyvina, Lexy’s actor, gets sexualized left and right?

And so does Devon’s actor. And I would like everyone to realize that Devon and Lexy’s actors, BJ and Alyvina are technically MINORS. Zachary is an ADULT. So imagine how it must look being a minor making out with a full ass grown adult. That is CRAZY.

And I know what everyone is going to say; “Well there’s consenting so it doesn’t matter” and “Well the show had better representation, I’d like to see you do better” and worst of all “What did you expect the show to be 💀 It’s TV-14, meaning that it’s gonna be swearing, sex talk, gore” and I know what the Don apologists are probably thinking; that I’m just randomly coming after a show but it’s far from it, if you took the time to read this editorial.

And let me break it down before everyone gets to typing and removing. I’m not saying it should be all cupcakes and rainbows. I’m saying these characters should have more characterization. Devon’s confession being deleted was the worst “fuck you” decision ever. We could’ve had a chance for Devon to get characterized and show some vulnerability.

But no. Of course not.

And instead of taking a season to focus on Devon, we have a random YT character — Grant. Again, nothing for Devon. As an African American gay individual, I resided with Devon a lot and I was so confused on how he rarely has characterization. We don’t even get to see him have a grieving process!

I believe, no, I KNOW Don is using something that was introduced in Scandal, a tv show — this method is called dog whistle media/politics. It’s basically racism, sexism, homophobia, all that good stuff in a language so coded that it only affects the person they’re targeting. Like a dog whistle.

So when Don kills off POC characters, sexualizes children, doesn’t let Devon be emotional or vulnerable, IMMEDIATELY jumped into sex in S3, trust that POC and lgbtq people and creepy mfs on Reddit know EXACTLY what Don is doing. It’s a fine line between made for mature audiences and made for creepy audiences. Like the Wren situation on TikTok.

The only reason you all defend this show is because it stimulates you, in a weird, arousal kind of stimulation way or the simple fact it’s all the representation you all really have, and you shouldn’t settle for less.

For people who get stimulated by this show; It’s gross. You’re gross. Receive therapy.

In conclusion, the Chucky series by Don Mancini is not a good show. It is a cash cow, and a lengthened fetish post on TikTok. Do what you want, but I will tell you, if you enjoy that show, it’s not just because of the representation. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

[baldwin-10-12-d]

I'm gonna have to set fucking boundaries now

1: please don't ask me what my real name is only people who are close to me know my real name.

2: I'm not okay with being shipped with irl people so don't think about it.

3: please don't jokingly flirt with me unless you are my friends.

4: do not ask my friends for ship art of me without consulting me first

5: I'm most certainly not okay with people asking to have fan art of me drawn without my prior knowledge or me directly asking for it

6: I do not do anything NSFW so don't bother asking

7: I do not like being shipped with a minor as I am an adult

8: please don't ask me where I live all you need to know is I'm from the UK.

9: I do not do anything ship related between myself or another mutual with either fictional characters or actual people

10: please do not go to any of my moots and ask them to draw NSFW with me involved, they are more than welcome to call you out for the disgusting request. I might be an adult but I still do not consent to NSFW of me.

Updated:

22/10/2024

[aslyfcx]

I feel like I hurried back here too quickly and I apologized for leaving again so soon (taking a very very long break) after I announced I’m back. I thought I was ready but in reality I wasn’t. The threads are on hold, asks are on hold.

I’m gonna explain why I’m leaving again under the more section but it’s gonna touch some touchy subjects. It’s gonna be a veryyyy long post.

I am not asking for advice. I’m simply posting this because I want you guys to know what’s going on and why I’ve been on and off more often than usual.

Having an alcoholic stepfather scares me a shit ton because he just gave me a fucking heart attack because I could hear him coughing and choking from the living room while I was in my bedroom. Mom heard it too.

Mom, younger brother (he’s an adult, just want to clarify), and I dealt with him so many times because he has fallen a lot of times this year, stumbling around, putting his pajamas on only to fucking fall over, drinking every damn night…some days, it got to a point where he will drink in the morning and other days he just drinks all fucking day long. He denies being an alcoholic and he denies that he drinks even though he does.

My younger brother had to be the one to legit lift him up off the fucking ground whenever he falls.

On top of that, it’s bad enough I have to deal with helping my mom out with her grandmother and watching my mom be responsible for my grandma’s financial stuff because my grandma is still getting taken advantage of by my toxic ass sister and my toxic oldest nephew. They’re still fucking asking her for money even though they don’t even have the fucking guts to go to my mom to ask because they’re fucking scared of my mom and they won’t face my grandpa because my grandpa was fucking infuriated, told them off when he first found out.

This shit has been going on since February of this year and my mom’s been taking care of her shit for months, fucking months because nobody else knows how to handle financial shit. My mom never had a close relationship with her mom but damn—she’s only doing this to make sure my papa doesn’t get screwed over.

Everything is so fucked up and I’m tired of trying to put on an optimistic facade here in the server and out in public but I know I have to so I don’t have to make people worry…although I am finally getting all of this out.

I did let my therapist know but it just keeps getting worse and worse. I tried a new medication and that didn’t fucking help so I’m left with the current medications I’m taking.

And we had to look into my grandparents’ wills, we had to update my papa’s will with his consent because he didn’t feel right leaving everything to my toxic ass sister and my oldest nephew. My grandma basically just left every single fucking thing to my toxic ass sister and nephew, she made my toxic sister the representative in which we’re not changing because my toxic ass sister had been using her fucking card for OF aka OnlyFans, expensive shit too. We had to get her a new card when we first found out and then recently we had to close her card because somebody used her card for Hiltons Hotel which was $1,500 in which my mom declined that purchase, the bank closed her card.

My grandma is paying for my uncle’s rent and home (the home that should’ve been paid off years ago but it wasn’t), my toxic ass sister and nephew’s rent for the place they’re staying in, car insurance for my toxic ass sister and my uncle. My sister put my grandma’s name under her car on the fucking Audi while she wasn’t herself at the time. She fucking took advantage of my grandmother.

She’s paying for the goddamn truck that my nephew drives. She is paying for everything.

It hurts seeing my mom busting her ass and my own grandma doesn’t even care. She just jokes saying she will go to prison when we told her that it’s serious about this matter. She just fucking jokes about it.

My grandma has been diagnosed with primary biliary cholangitis back in February or so. She has liver issues and she doesn’t drink. She never fucking drank. She’s on medications to help her liver keep going and help get the toxics out of her liver otherwise she will not get enough oxygen to the brain if she doesn’t take these goddamn medications.