#those bitches (gn) are fucking unhinged

[dreamytfw]

@sadundefinedbread Bronly stands for brothers only. They're "fans" who are anti everyone and everything except Sam and Dean riding around in the Impala with no other recurring people in their lives like they did in the first season; bearing in mind s1 was literally the only time they've done this on the show since Bobby was introduced in the s1 finale and would stay for at least half the show. And they cannot fucking stand Cas. Like, anti does not begin to describe how much they hate Cas. Like... iirc there was one back in s9 or smth who threatened to carve Misha's face up with a box cutter because she hated Destiel and Cockles (ship name for Jensen and Misha) so much. I like to summarize them as extreme Wincest shippers, but a lot of them are also J2 tin hatters. I think they're mostly on twitter these days, but I'm not entirely sure.

Anyway, the "sexual behemoth Jared Padalecki" copypasta comes from one of the ones who's still on tumblr. Just to give you a taste of the level of missing hinges we're dealing with lmao

[asexualbuthorny]

im tired

tired of all the x readers looking the same, the reader characters acting the same and being the same.

i read one reader insert where it was almost promising but i got turned off very fast. maybe i just can't read fem reader anymore. someone on here did say that female readers might be drawn to male reader inserts because there's more variety in characteristics

i saw some headcanons where the characters mess with the reader mentally and fuck with their stuff and it's portrayed as cute but it really isn't. it's disrespectful if not downright malicious i mean???? playing sounds in your girlfriends room to the point she thinks she has something wrong with her ears? making her constantly paranoid? that's not cute that's literally ways of abuse. it really shows that a person has been mistreated and thinks that what happened is normal and acceptable. well it isn't. it's grounds for a breakup is what it is. i have a thing about my peace and especially my things so if my partner started feeling special we'd first have a conversation and if it didn't stop the relationship would end no ifs ands or buts.

now to the real point of this post. im tired of reader always being a goody goody and if reader is portrayed as "unhinged" it's more often than not... weirdly??? sexualised???? like it's gross stop it. people like to harley quinn-ify the reader but that's garbage. i want more readers who are angry more than sad. i want readers who aren't "cute" or "pretty". i want more regular shmegular looking readers. i want more readers who are cynnical and unimpressed, readers who can be unpleasant people. c'mon ve realistic there are more bitches in this world than any of those disney princess ass people and there's nothing wrong with that. you don't owe anyone kindness just decency (and that does include being indifferent to people. just because im not engaging with you doesn't mean im being rude) i want more readers who scoff and sneer at others, arrogant and cocky readers who know their worth and DON'T EVER get knocked down by a male character. i want readers who doesn't wail and sob and fall into depression justcause a man doesn't like them or cheated on them. i want readers who drop people as quick as they picked them up. i want readers who aren't all blushy blushy around any male character and doesn't swoon over anything vaguely male shaped. i want readers who don't put up with teasing and annoying, readers who walk away and refuse to engage with people who aren't willing to be normal and respectful with them. i want more aromantic readers(there was one really good tokyo rev fic) or asexual readers who are openly disgusted with the overhyping of sex (minor projection here). im just tired of readers being portrayed as innocent, childish naive and "kind" and being treated like a sex doll in smut

i refuse to read fem reader inserts. they're not good i'd rather stick to gn and male reader. if i ever write fem reader it will always be either dom reader or not smut at all

[geronimowrites]

Adriah Tomas Kink Headcanons + GN! Reader

18+ | MDNI | Don’t like? Don’t read.

This may be an unpopular opinion, but it needs to be said.

Adriah Tomas is a kinky fucker.

This man right here. You may think, “him? No way! Look at that face!”

BUT THAT’S EXACTLY WHY!!! He’s too nice! TOO KIND!!! He has secrets and those secrets are that he’s a fucking FREAK!!! I say that in the best way possible. The way I see it, he’s scary, he’s intimidating, and he’s chaotic in bed. Man is like Jekyll and Hyde in a sense.

Size kink + brat breaker? Yes please. Adriah is the kind of dom who likes disobedience. He has a way of wriggling under the most well behaved sub’s skin just so he can find an excuse to be rougher with them. Any reason for him to use the raw strength that comes with being 201 cm? He’s going to.

He’s not serious during sex or scenes either. He’s all smiles and laughs, they’re just much more condescending than his usual ones. And they look a tad bit unhinged, especially when he’s got you all bound up and unable to escape him.

He’s into predator/prey shit. Not the chase you around the living room type, but the drive you out into the woods and tell you to get out and run type. Better be quick though. He’s a persistent hunter.

ABDUCTION!!!!! KINK!!!!! If Adriah is picking you up from somewhere, you will end up grabbed, gagged, zip tied, and thrown into the back of his trunk. In his mind “picking you up” means physically picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. He’ll give you a sweet little kiss on the forehead before slamming the trunk shut and taking you home.

It’s all about the intimidation for him.

Another one of his kinks is giving you new kinks. And I mean that as in he only lets you cum if he’s one, either doing that new kink to you, or two, forcing you to watch it. Corruption kink on level 100000%. This man Pavlovs you into liking the weirdest shit by making your brain associate it with cumming.

He’s an unpredictable, volatile dom that’s not afraid of adaptation. And he’s perfect and very sexy thank you for coming to my TED talk.

@waka-chan-out @fight-me-bitch @kotakozume @itsthe-grim-reaper

[neon-junkie]

The Great Escape

Summary: If there’s one thing Sheriff Gray can’t resist, it’s a pretty outlaw on their knees in his jail cell.

Pairing: Leigh Gray x gn!Reader

Word Count: 2109

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Rhodes, BJ’s, Strangers to lovers, Drinking, Dirty talk.

Notes: I’ve already posted this, but Tumblr deleted the whole thing?? so yeah, here’s a repost lol 

Leigh staggers into his office, drunker than he was when he left a few hours ago. He's probably been at the Saloon, leaving his office completely unguarded whilst he spent his shift getting drunk. One of the deputies did pop by here and there, but only to grab a couple of items and leave. Surprisingly, they're all not as stupid as they look, as you saw them take the cell keys when they left. But that's about as smart as the people around Rhodes are.

Leigh takes a seat at his desk, attempting not to fall off his chair as he kicks his feet up onto the surface, a small amount of dust spilling onto the wood that he's trailed in from outside. He rummages through the draws until he finds a small bottle of gin, pulling the cork out and taking a swig. His eyes meet yours as the bottle is removed from his lips. He keeps his gaze on you as he licks the gin from his lips, putting the cork on and placing it on his desk.

You're sat back on the cell bed, head pressed against the cold brick wall, watching him purely for entertainment purposes. Him and his boys were a strange bunch, and every time they appeared, they did something that'd leave you forcing back your laughter, not wanting to risk being told off. They were odd, but Rhodes was odd, so it was no surprise.

"You been watchin' me?" Leigh asks.

"Sure," you shrug.

"Why?"

"It's funny watchin' a man such as yourself get drunk on duty," you reply.

"You tryna disrespect me?" he questions.

"Hard to disrespect someone who disrespects the town he swore to protect by drowning himself in moonshine," you mock, enjoying the way his cheeks turn even redder than before.

Leigh frowns as he takes his feet off his desk, slowly standing up and making his way over to your cell. He places one hand on the bar to prop himself up, tilting his head slightly as he speaks to you with that awful southern drawl.

"You can't tell me nothin' about disrespect when you ain't even the one followin' the law," Leigh tuts.

"Ain't gettin' drunk on shift also not following the law?" you question.

Leigh opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it again. He stands there for a few moments, the cogs in his head slowly turning as he decides on a reply. With a small wave of his hand, he moves off the topic, quickly changing it to something else instead.

 "You know, for an outlaw, you're far too pretty. Why'd you turn to a life of crime when you could have married any fella you wanted 'n' lived a life of luxury?" Leigh asks with a few cracks to his voice that you try not to giggle at.

"Those fancy men ain't as pretty as I am," you joke.

"And them outlaws are?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

"You know, Sherrif..." you begin as you stand up from the bed, slowly pacing over to him. "Them outlaws are far more fun and unhinged than you civilized folk, or folk pretending to be civilized. Ain't you tempted to a life full of pleasure and enjoyment?" you ask, stopping in front of him.

Leigh's eyes momentarily look you up and down, but he remains in the same position with one ankle crossed over the other, and one arm leaning against the bars above his head.

"I already got a life full of pleasure and enjoyment right here, darlin'," Leigh tells you.

"You sure? Cause I don't see no ring on that finger," you jokingly pout.

"You tryna ask if I'm available, Stranger?"

"I know you're available, Sheriff," you smirk. You enjoy the way Leigh's face drops, letting out a sigh as he shifts his weight to stand upright, his arm moving away from the cell.

"You bitch," Leigh frowns, "you tryna insult me?"

"I must have if you're gettin' worked up over this," you continue to smirk, enjoying the way Leigh's face continued to drop. "What's a matter? You sad cause you can't get no pussy?"

"You're temptin' me to enter that cell and give you a spankin' for talking down to an enforcer of the law," Leigh reply, resting his hands on his gunbelt as he puffs his chest out a little.

"That just sounds like a good time for the both of us."

"Is that what you like? I ain't surprised that you're the rough type," he says.

"And I'm going to assume from the way a bulge is forming in your pants that you're into it just as much as I am," you grin as your eyes flick down to his crotch. You'd noticed his hard-on growing throughout the conversation, but you felt like now was the perfect timing to point it out.

Leigh's face continues to drop. He straightens his back and takes a step back, debating on turning around and walking away, or attempting to cover himself up with his hands. Both are embarrassing, just as much as this situation that he's accidentally walked himself into. So instead, he faces you and smirks as his hand returns to resting on the cell bars above him, leaning forward to speak against them.

 "Now how's about you do us both a favour and get on them knees?" Leigh orders.

"Else what, Sheriff?"

"Else I'll turn around 'n' walk out," he shrugs. "I ain't takin' anythin' by force."

You study his expression for a second before slowly dropping to your knees, pressing them against the cell bars as you look up at Leigh and bat your eyelashes, waiting for his next order.

"Good, real good," he says as he begins to unbuckle his belt, swiftly chucking his gunbelt to the floor far from your reach, still not trusting you to behave yourself.

His eyes are on yours as he pulls his length out, slowly stroking himself in his hand. His cock is just as pale as he is, with a soft red tip and the faint outline of a few veins. He's more than enough to satisfy your needs, and your mouth instinctively falls open as he pushes his length between the cell bars.

"That's it," Leigh says as you slip his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and lowering your head on him.

He lets out a soft moan, eyes half shutting as he grips onto the cell bars tightly. His forehead rests against them, eyes watching you as you begin to bob your head along his length, trying not to giggle at the way his voice continues to crack even when he's moaning.

You press your tongue against the underside of his cock as you move, feeling his veins run along your tongue. Leigh moves one of his hands off the cell bars, reaching through and tangling it into your hair. He doesn't push at you, simply resting his hand there as he enjoys you taking the lead.

"Shit," Leigh sighs, his eyes finally shutting as he lets out a choked moan. Either this man was extremely sensitive on a normal day, or the alcohol had heightened the nerves on his cock. You can feel his length twitching and throbbing more as every second passes, and he doesn't hold back on his moans, letting them escape his lips freely. It was late, and you'd be surprised if anybody was out at this time, but surely a few townsfolk would be walking past every so often as they trickle out from the Saloon.

"Shame about these bars," Leigh sighs. "I'd like to put it in you, but you just had to break the law, didn't you?" he tuts, his eyes slightly opening to meet yours.

"You don't trust me, Sheriff?" you ask as you pull off his length, replacing your mouth with your hand.

"Not in the slightest," he replies, shaking his head.

"But you trust me to put my mouth around your cock? Ain't afraid I'll bite it off?" you question as your hand pumps him.

"I know you won't do that, not unless you want a real punishment," he replies. "And I don't mean just a spanking," Leigh adds.

"You wanna tie me up and fuck me whilst I'm defenseless? Is that your form of punishment?" you ask as you bat your lashes.

"Oh, now that's tempting. I'll save that for next time though, seeing as you'll be here a while whilst we sort out transporting you to Sisika."

"Well, I'll look forward to that," you smirk, moving your mouth back on his length as your hand pumps the parts of him that your mouth can't quite reach.

 As you begin to work up your pace, you reach your hand through the cell bars to grip onto the belt loops of his pants, pulling his hips forward until they're pressed right up against the cell. Leigh lets out a moan at your eagerness, his eyes falling shut as he takes a tighter grip of your hair, his other hand gripping onto the bars, tight enough that his knuckles turn white.

He continues to moan heavily, eventually having to lean his weight against the cell to stop his knees from buckling under him. You're making this man see stars as you continue to bob your head along his length, your hand working at his base, your tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his cock.

Leigh lets out a choked moan and half opens his eyes, quickly telling you "I'm gonna cum." The sight of you on your knees tips him over the edge as he spills his load down your throat, resting his forehead against the cold cell bars as he pants heavily.

You pull off his length, swallowing him as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. Leigh opens his eyes fully to see you standing up, his mouth still parted and his cheeks redder than his hair.

"I can't believe I just let you do that," Leigh says as he fastens his pants up. "Gonna be a real shame to see you leave."

"Why don't you just keep me then, huh?" you wink.

"Oh, don't you tempt me. I'd break the law if it meant gettin' that treatment every night," he sighs.

"Some Sheriff you are then," you smirk, watching as Leigh moves his weight from the cell and attempts to stand upright, still drunk and hazy from your hard work.

"Now don't you say that," Leigh tells you as he slowly stumbles back to his desk, picking up his gunbelt on the way and after many attempts, managing to put it on, though it sags a little lower than usual.

Leigh takes the already opened bottle of gin on his desk and makes his way to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow," he tells you as he exits, not locking the door behind him. You assume another deputy will be switching over with him soon, but after about ten minutes, nobody has arrived.

 Nows your chance. You take the cell keys from your pocket that you had managed to unhook from Leighs belt when he was far too occupied. There was a reason why you grabbed hold of his belt and pulled his hips against the bars, and it seems Leigh hadn't clicked on to that.

Leigh's eyes suddenly go wide as he reaches behind him to take his house keys off his belt, only to find the usual metal loop with all of them on it was missing. For a lawman, he was stupid enough to keep everything on there - cell keys, house keys, office keys, etc.

Shit.

Leigh attempts to run back to the office, stumbling the whole way, only to find the door wide open and an empty cell inside. His keys are sat on his desk, at least you were kind enough to do that, but his draws full of liquor had been emptied, along with a few boxes of bullets and some snacks for the road.

Leigh shakes his head as he leans back on his desk. How was he stupid enough to fall for that? Sure, it felt good, real good, but what story is he going to tell the others when they ask why you were missing from your cell? That you gave him a blowjob whilst he was drunk on the job and managed to swipe his keys from his belt whilst his cock was down your throat?

He's going to have to think of a story quick since he can see one of his deputies approaching, ready for their shift.