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dontbesoweirdkira · 1 month

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“I’ll keep you safe in these arms of mine”

A/N: A short ooc drabble of Kung Lao comforting a partner with insomnia/slight noctiphobia leaning towards somniphobia. This is totally not personal at all….

Warnings: none

Requests: always open for my bbgurls

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Nights have always been rough on you for as long as you can remember. Was it the fear of something sinister and mysterious lurking in the corner of your room while you slept? Or was it the worry of a horrible dream coming to torment your mind all night?

It wasn’t clear, but what you did know is that as the night drew near and it was time to rest, you increasingly became uneasy.

It didn’t help that most nights, Kung Lao was gone, tirelessly training around the clock. You’d rarely see him these days and missed him greatly through the daunting nights alone. He didn’t know about your nightly troubles. You never really wanted him to worry about your wellbeing more than he already does, especially now with him being away from home.

Usually you’d keep on all the lights in the house while he was gone and drown yourself with “positive” overststimulation. You’d stay up throughout the night watching childhood movies, playing music, and doing various activities. Honestly just anything to try to keep your mind occupied and off of your crippling anxieties about the world around you.

Tonight though, your partner was going to be home which meant that maybe..for the first time in a while you could actually sleep through the night. Excitedly, you waited in your shared bedroom for Kung Lao to arrive. Only to be left there waiting, hours past his supposed arrival time…

“Sorry I took so long, dear. I needed to stay back and help a struggling student out—“

Your Kung Lao had finally come through the door and began talking his hat and gear off

“—how was your day? Better than mine I suppose?.”

He smiled weakly over at you while he tirelessly threw his shoes off.

“It was nice. I’m very happy that you’re back because I-“

Cutting you off, leaned over the bed and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“Me too, I missed you…and this bed. I’m absolutely beaten.”

He let out an exhaustive sigh and apologized for cutting your reunion short but that he could barely keep his eyes open much longer. Turning out the light, he sheepishly laid the rest of his body onto the bed and shortly thereafter he was fast asleep.

You felt for him. He was doing extremely taxing things with little to no breaks. He was passionate about his new found work with the Shaolin. Eager to do great things. But anyone, even someone as talented as he, is destined to be this tired after all of that effort. You could hardly blame him for rushing to get some actual rest for once.

It just kind of sucked though. You hoped that he would've been home a lot sooner so you guys could’ve chatted a little longer. You planned for a movie, maybe some snacks or some other activity to hopefully help with your anxiety before actually having to go to bed …but it’s okay. He was here and that alone made a huge difference in your comfortability. Enough so that you were able to get in a bit of shut eye before jolting up from a night terror.

You panted and panickedly looked around the room. Frightened that whatever that was happening inside your dream, might’ve followed you back inside your room. Looking over to your right, you saw Kung Lao safe, and still peacefully sleeping. You took a moment to breathe and ground yourself back into reality. Trying to ignore the utter darkness around you and the eeriness of it all. You knew how much it wanted to devour you alive.

You couldn’t do your late night ritual of overstimulation of media and lights, as to not wake your boyfriend up from his long deserved slumber. In a childish attempt in desperation, you tossed the covers over you both and curled up into a ball. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you tightly wrapped your arms over your arms over them. Holding onto them for dear life and whispering encouragements in an attempt to soothe yourself from your own insanity.

“I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m safe—“

You stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, waiting for the night to just go away so you’d be fine again. You thought about going into the living room so you could watch your shows there but, that’d mean you’d have to go out from your safety cocoon and into the darkness to get there…no way

Even thought about just scrolling on your phone but only God knew where it was right now— many possible solutions bounced around your head as you thought of a way to make things better when something tugged on your clothes.

Snapping out of the trance of your mind, you turned your head over towards the direction of the tug and faced your boyfriend. You started to apologize for having thought to disturb him when surprisingly, a light chuckle was let out

“Are you scared, my bunny?”

You softly let out shaky no. As much a you did want his comfort, you decided against it. He was tired enough as it is, last thing he needed was to be kept up by your foolishness.

Even though Kung Lao was half asleep and barely had one eye open, he was fully aware of your current state. Your white lie was easily seen through and he spoke once more,

“Don’t have to lie about it. I could feel you shaking...Come’re—“

He used whatever bit of strength he had left in his to motion you over and pull you in close his body. He then engulfed you with his big arms and Kung Lao’s once lethal hands, turned gentle as they rubbed your back. His entire being was warm, especially the crook of his neck where your head rested. Though a bit musky from training, his scent was a subtle woodsy spice. One that made you instantly sink deeper into his embrace and faded away your previous anxieties.

“You don’t have to worry about anything. The Great Kung Lao is mighty enough to protect you in his sleep.”

With him you were always safe. Even in the darkness parts of your mind, he’d come to save you from it.

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heexseung · 1 year

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꒰ 🖤 ꒱ ┄ ❛ dark academia ；cease control ❜

* pairing: vampire!jay x vampire!afab!reader

* tags: smut, dom/sub dynamics, jay is a bratty sub, established friends with benefits relationship, jay is a pain slut, degradation, exhibitionism, slapping, cock ring, spanking, hard dom reader, hard sub jay, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex

* synopsis: jumping on jay the first moment you see him in the hallway.

* word count: 4.5k

* a/n: this came out later than expected, super duper sorry about that 🙏🏼 i've been busy with work stuff :3 but i hope you've all been doing well !! pls enjoy this repost 💝 and have the loveliest days ahead

Minding his own business, Jay walks through the empty hallway of the university’s building. He was planning on spending the rest of his evening at his dorm, lazing around, maybe play some games or something but that plan went down the drain when his roommate decided that he wanted to fuck his crush. Not to be bitter, Jay’s happy for him but now what is he supposed to do until 10 pm? He couldn’t just stay there now, could he? Well, honestly he doesn’t really mind but they’d probably do.

Thus, he ends up just wandering around the university campus with no certain destination. The hallway is empty at this time of day, he sighs to himself. Maybe he could go to a cybercafe? A restaurant? Or even book a hotel room for the night? Occupied in his own thoughts, he doesn’t even notice you making your way towards him until you place your hand on his back.

He flinches a bit, not expecting anyone to be here, but before he could make sense of things, you already have his back against the hallway wall and your lips on his. He was going to push you off him but then he recognises that it’s you, it’s your breathing, it’s your scent, it’s your body — so he relaxes and kisses you back. Placing one hand on your waist and one hand on the back of your head, he pulls you in flush against him, reciprocating the almost overwhelming passion you give him.

Okay- I think I know what I’m doing this evening now, he thinks to himself as you start roughly sucking on his tongue.

You’re feeling very dominant today, he can feel it. He almost moans at it. The way you roughly invaded his mouth with your tongue just proves it. Like a thirsty traveller in the desert, you kiss him as if he’s a pool of water you just found on your journey. It leaves both of you breathless and dizzy. By the time you pull away from him, you start licking his neck and his grip on your shoulders tighten.

Knowing that he has a really sensitive neck, you’re determined to use that to your advantage today. Baring your fangs, you bite down hard on his neck, your fangs breaking through his skin. The pain mixed with pleasure makes his head spin and his knees weak. He hisses and shudders in response as he leans against the wall behind him for support.

Jay’s hands move to your hips — he was going to make you grind against him but you’re one step ahead of him. Pushing your leg against the bulge in his pants, he can’t help but hiss at the feeling. The pressure you’re giving him isn’t enough and he guesses that that’s the point but he can’t help but want more from you. Fuck, he would dry hump your leg right now if only his ego isn’t so huge.

“You’re gonna be my slut today,” you say to him sternly, the tone of your voice making it seem like you’re not leaving him any room for discussions or objections.

Licking his lips, he tries not to let his degradation kink get to him and replies, “Sorry babe, I’m nobody’s slut.”

“Oh? That wasn’t what you said last time though?”

Last time… Remembering the last time you two fucked — which was actually just a few days ago, he feels heat rushing to his ears, cheeks and dick. His dick twitches against your leg and you feel it, he knows you do because you’re looking at him with that same smirk you had on last time.

He doesn’t want to remember it; he doesn’t want to remember how hot it was, he doesn’t want to remember how you dominated the shit out of him, how you made him do all those embarrassing stuff, the way you called him your dirty slut or the fact that he agreed to it, nope, he doesn’t want to remember practically screaming your name when he came or how insanely good it felt — nope, no no no.

A moment of silence stretches on as his thoughts begin to sink in. Closing his eyes tight, he gulps down the saliva inside his mouth. Somehow, the way his neck moves awakens something inside you. It prompts you to wrap your hands around his throat as you whisper in his ear, “So you wanna be a brat and get punished or you wanna be a good boy?”

The answer is obvious. Jay will never go down without a fight, you know this. That’s why you’re not really surprised when he suddenly switches your position. Now it’s you whose back is against the wall. Wasting no time, he slides one of his hands into your pants, rubbing circles on your cunt. His other hand goes to knead one of your boobs, his thumb pressing and rubbing against your nipple. His touch just makes you shiver.

“If anyone’s the slut here, it’s you. You know anyone can walk by right? What if they see you like this? All wet and horny for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. Please, if he thinks you’re not ready for a fight then he’s already losing. It’s always like this with Jay anyway. He tries it — and always so but you always end up winning. He doesn’t learn his lesson, maybe he doesn’t want to. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer to you and bite down hard on his neck again. His hands stop moving, he can’t help but shiver and whimper at the dizzying sensation. You don’t let him have enough time to recover — why would you anyway? You quickly do it again, and again, until he starts seeing stars because of you.

His neck is now bright red, full of markings — vampire fangs markings which means they’re gonna last for a while. You start licking his neck to provide some relief for him. Feeling him shudder uncontrollably against you, you take the chance to pin him back against the wall. And it was easy, he can’t fight back, he’s practically defenceless when you do stuff like this. His body is limp against the wall, his eyes shut tight.

“I said you’re my slut today. Understand?” Your deep tone of voice along with the insult has him weak as hell. With your hand pinning his wrists to the wall, he tries to push back against you but you bite him hard again and his resolve quickly falters.

He doesn’t answer you though, he just keeps quiet as your teeth start biting his shoulder through his shirt. You take notice of that and tell him, “I’ll make you say it, loud and clear.”

That sentence makes him remember the last time, where you made him scream out in pleasure as you degrade him, calling him your fuck toy, your pain slut, a dumb baby. He can feel his dick straining against his jeans as he remembers how hot it was and how good he felt at that time. As your hand starts palming him, he’s unable to hide the moan escaping out of his mouth.

Bringing your lips to his ear, you mock him, “You know anyone can walk by right? What if they see you like this? All hard and horny for me.”

Once again, he tries to free his hands, pushing back against your hand but his push is weak and you didn’t expect that so you end up almost slamming them against the wall. He doesn’t seem to mind though because now he’s intensely staring at you with eyes full of lust and want.

Jay licks his lips, it prompts you to give him a long, heated and dominating kiss. With your leg pressing against his dick, he can’t help but give into you, grinding against your leg as he kisses you back, moaning every so often. When you pull away from him, you’re both staring at each other with dark, hooded eyes.

“What do you want?” Jay finally speaks, his voice husky, his head still a bit dizzy.

But by the tone of his voice, you already know that you had won — at least this time. You don’t know for sure if he won’t act up again so you keep your guard up. Jay’s unpredictable and he doesn’t submit easily but that’s what makes him fun to play with. Giving him a devilish smirk, you pull him with you to the nearest empty room which happens to be a classroom.

After locking the doors, you go to sit at the teacher’s desk. Like an obedient puppy, Jay follows you there. Laying his hands on the desk beside your thighs, he leans into you and says, “Want me to rail you right on this desk?”

A loud smack echoes across the room as your hand makes contact with his face. The sudden action coming from you has him stunned and you quickly use that to your advantage. Tightly gripping his hair, you bring his ear close to your lips and whisper to him in a deep voice, “Kneel.”

It takes him a while to fully absorb the situation into his mind and as he starts to feel the stinging sensation on his cheek, he bites his lip to stop a groan from coming out. You slapped him. You slapped him and he likes it. He likes the pain it brings him. And now he can’t stop himself from thinking about how good it would feel if you’d slap him while he’s inside you. Just imagining his dick inside your wet pussy, hitting your walls and you clenching around him, you slapping him as his dick moves in and out of you. Fuck, his pants are getting really uncomfortable now.

For a moment, he contemplates whether to follow your order or to keep on challenging you. But after seeing the expression on your face, he instantly knows that he probably shouldn’t challenge you anymore if he wants to be able to walk for the next couple of days. So he takes a few steps back and gets down on his knees in front of you, his hands behind his back. The sight of him being obedient like a trained dog just makes you smile. You can’t help the praise from slipping.

“Good boy.”

His eyes widen confusedly at your praise. It’s not that he doesn’t like praises — he does, but it just feels weird coming from you. You rarely praise him. Especially with such a soft tone.

Clearing your throat, you quickly go back to your stern voice, “Are you finally going to be obedient now?”

He doesn’t say anything and just bites his lip to stop any bratty remarks that are threatening to escape him. A moment of silence goes by and you smile, knowing that you have won yet again, as always. Getting down from the desk, you make your way towards him. You stop right in front of him, bend your knees to meet his gaze and ask him, “You know our safe word right?”

“Black,” he says without hesitation.

“Good.”

And with that, you pull a special certain toy out from your pocket. His eyes widen when you hold the toy in between you two. “Wanna try it, baby boy?”

The only response he gives is biting his bottom lip. To any stranger, it would seem like he's uninterested but you're not a stranger, no. You know Jay — at least, you know his body, you know how he reacts especially when he's turned on despite only knowing him for like a month. And right now, you can see how his eyes twinkle a bit, how heat rushes to his ears and cheeks, and how his eyes don't leave the toy.

“Cone on.” You nod at his pants.

Slowly, he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down along with his underwear. When the cold air hits his erect dick, he lets out a hiss.

Don't touch it, he tells himself. Don't even pay attention to it.

“As pretty as always, Jay.”

He doesn't know why but upon hearing those words from you, somehow he suddenly feels nervous; butterflies in his stomach. He's suddenly more aware of his heartbeat, the air in the room, the space between you two and how his dick twitches a bit as your hand starts getting closer to it.

Don't blush, don't blush, don't blush.

“Aw, your praise kink is showing.”

He moves his eyes away from you out of embarrassment and in response, you grab his jaw with your free hand, forcing him to look at you. Moving even closer to him, you say, “Here's a new rule. Don't break eye contact.”

A moment of silence goes by before you continue again, “Understand, pretty boy?”

At first, he just nods slowly but then he feels the toy around the base of his dick — it's a bit cold. It makes him hiss and he almost closes his eyes at the sensation, more so when he feels the toy tightening and closing around him. Since he can’t really break eye contact with you, all he can feel is the cock ring around him — it’s a bit tight but that’s probably because he’s hard.

“How's that? Too tight?” You ask as you look at him.

“It's fine,” he reassures you.

“Tell me if it starts getting numb or if it starts hurting,” you say to him in a serious tone.

He nods again in understanding and you waste no time in kissing him again. After a few seconds of heated open-mouthed kisses, your tongue roughly enters his mouth to entangle with his. He tries to fight back but his resolve falters when he feels your hand tightly squeezing his dick. As he gasps, you stop kissing him and say, “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Your hand goes to your pocket again and this time, you take out a remote controller. Before Jay could even comprehend what it is, you’ve already turned the toy on to the second setting. The intense vibrations start and immediately, he starts shuddering in front of you. You watch as his whole body shakes, especially the lower half of his body, watch as his facial expressions turn red due to pleasure, watch as he gasps and moans while trying to keep his balance. His eyes stay open though which is good. Gently, you lay him down on his back and get on top of him, sitting right on top of his dick to feel the vibrations too.

“Mmm,” you moan at the vibrations the toy gives you. It stimulates your pussy, makes it tingle, you can already feel yourself getting wet again even though you still have your pants on.

Yeah, the pants have to go.

While unbuttoning your pants with one hand, you increase the setting of the toy with your other — it’s now at three; more than enough to get you both off.

“Y-you… you didn’t- fuck… you didn’t- tell me it- that it… vibrates, fuck,” he says in between gasps and moans.

Chuckling, you take a moment to look at the man under you. With his ears and cheeks red, sweat on his forehead, half-lidded lustful eyes trying their best to stare back at you, he looks really erotic right now. While unbuttoning his shirt, you reply, “Surprise, slut.”

“I’m not your slut,” he snaps at you.

Rolling your eyes, you pinch his left nipple and he gasps in response. With your pants now pulled down, you grind on his dick, making you both moan at the vibrations.

“I don’t know, Jay. You seem like a real slut right now. Just look at you, you look fucked up.” You gasp when you feel his dick thrust into your clothed pussy in retaliation. “Okay, since you still wanna be a brat-”

And then you start biting him again. You repeatedly bite his sensitive neck with your fangs, making him shiver under you. On top of that, you grind continuously against his dick while your hands play with his nipples. Jay feels so stimulated he can barely even think, much less form sentences. The only sounds that come out of his mouth are just gasps, moans and groans.

“I’m being really nice to you, Jay and you’re idea of paying me back for my kindness is to be a brat and not follow my rules?”

Gasping, Jay squirms under you at your actions and words. It’s getting too much for him; the vibrations, your hands, your mouth, your words, your dominance — he’s gonna cum. Fuck, he’s gonna cum.

“I’m-”

“You’re not cumming until you beg me for it just like the slut that you are, understand?”

A whine leaves his mouth as you get off of him and he opens his eyes — fuck, they were closed?

You turn down the toy vibration setting to number one as Jay just stares at the classroom ceiling, his breathing heavy. The air is heavy too, he can tell that he’s in trouble and what’s worse is that he genuinely feels thrilled about it, he’s looking forward to what you’re gonna do to him, how you’re gonna wreck him and fuck him dumb. He wants it, he wants to be your personal slut because it just feels so good. You make him feel so good.

“Bend over the desk.”

Now that he’s a bit calm, his brattiness comes out again. “Make me,” he says defiantly, not making any move to get up from the floor.

Sighing, you move closer to him and quickly turn him around so that his front body is facing the floor. Getting behind him, you manoeuvre his body so that his ass is in the air and his legs are spread wide open, giving you a full view of his ass. Jay, feeling embarrassed, quickly hides his face in his arms as he groans, “What are you even doing?”

He struggles to hold in a moan as your hands start kneading his ass.

“You’re lucky I don’t have a dildo with me today,” you say as your finger starts pushing against his hole. He gasps and buries his head deeper into his arms at your movements. “Or else I would’ve really fucked you dumb already.”

A loud smack echoes across the room again, except this time, your hand makes contact with his ass instead of his face. He gasps loudly at the sensation. Although he expected the blow, it still took him by surprise. He bites his lips to prevent a moan from coming out because he knows that you’ll immediately get cocky when you hear it.

And he can’t handle your teasing right now, he just can’t. Not when you’re literally making a mess out of him right now — both figuratively and physically. His head is dizzy, his body isn’t listening to him, his dick is already leaking precum, his mouth is drooling. He might even start crying if you spank him too much.

You repeat your actions and every smack of your hand on his ass makes his dick so hard, he’s practically melting into the floor. By the time you stop, Jay can’t even think anymore, he just feels and right now, everything just feels so fucking good.

A moment of silence goes by as he calms himself down and you ask him, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies breathlessly.

“Colour?”

“Green, just give me a moment.”

Jay lays down on the floor on his back while you go to sit back down on the desk. Another moment of silence stretches between you two and you eventually ask him, “Do you want me to put the ointment now or later?”

“You have it with you?” He asks, genuinely curious and a bit surprised.

Chuckling, you reply, “Please. I carry it around in my pocket everywhere I go now because you’re such an exhibitionist and a pain slut. Anyway, now or later?”

With a hoarse voice, he says to you, “Later. Now fuck me.”

You laugh in response and tell him, “No.”

Sighing to himself, he starts feeling impatient. Still, he doesn’t say a word to you.

“We can go all evening, Jay. You won’t get to cum unless you beg,” you say.

He wants to ask if you’re joking and he prays to God that the answer is yes, but by the look of your face, he already knows that you’re being dead serious and that there’s no way for him to get out of this — well, not that he actually wants to. It takes him a while but he eventually says it in a really soft voice, so soft that you barely hear him.

“Please fuck me.”

“Can’t hear you,” you say unimpressed.

Sighing, he says it again, louder this time, “Please fuck me.”

Crossing your arms, you raise an eyebrow at him and say, “Come on, you can do better than that.”

Covering his face with his hands to hide his burning cheeks, he takes a deep breath and quickly starts rambling, “Please, please fuck me, I want to be inside you so bad please, I’m so hard it hurts and my cock is leaking, I need you, babe. I’ll be your slut, okay? I’m your personal slut and I’m sorry I was bratty. Just please fuck me. I’m so hard for you. Please?”

Satisfied, you give him a smile, slide down your underwear and go to grab the remote to increase the vibration setting again. After setting it on three, you lower yourself to sit down on his cock. He moans at the feeling of your wet cunt pressing against his dick along with the vibrations the toy gives him. Lowering your head near his ear, you say, “See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Then, you start grinding against his dick. He can’t help the loud moan escaping out of his mouth. Placing your hands on his chest, you grind against him again as you whisper to him, “Want me to fuck you on this cold hard floor? Damn, you’re so fucking dirty, such a slut for me, huh?”

Unable to stop himself, he bucks up into you which only prompts you to push back against him harder. Both of you moan in response as his tip pushes against your core.

“Louder, babe. Let everyone know how much of a slut you are. God, imagine people seeing you like this. Mr bad boy Jay is actually a whore, a pain slut, my pain slut. How does it feel?”

He chokes on his words, “I-It.. feels… so fucking good, please.”

“Yeah? You want to be inside me?”

“Please,” Jay says as he nods in desperation. The feeling of the cold hard floor is doing something to him and his stinging ass against the floor just makes the pleasure and pain feel better.

“Beg, slut.”

Jay’s completely desperate and at your mercy now, he’s willing to do whatever you ask of him as long as his dick gets inside of you. So he starts rambling once again, “Please please please can you please put my cock inside you? I need you so bad, please-”

He can’t help but groan as he feels the familiar smack against his cheek. Thrusting his hips into you, it’s obvious that he likes the slap you just gave him. And if it’s not obvious, he’s already telling you to do it again, “Fuck, slap me again, please.”

So you slap him again since he’s asking nicely, one hand making contact with his cheeks while the other holds onto his cock as you put him inside of you. You slam yourself into him and you both moan at the sensation. It feels a bit painful for you though because you didn’t bother to get ready properly. You can only blame Jay for making you this horny and impatient.

Jay notices it. Of course he does, Jay notices a lot of things. Immediately sensing your slight discomfort, Jay asks you breathlessly, “Fuck, are you okay? I forgot that you didn’t-”

Nodding at him, you cut him off, “It’s fine, don’t worry too much about me.”

And with that, you start moving up and down his cock. Jay can’t stop moaning when you do that. Your every move, your every thrust gets his head spinning and he can’t think properly. All he can do is moan loudly in pleasure. You angle yourself so that he hits a good spot and you moan when he does, the impact sending shivers to your spine. The cock ring helps make the pleasure feel five times better than usual.

You keep going like this, fucking Jay hard into the floor as he just lays there and take it until eventually, you feel him getting close to his orgasm. You know because his hips start moving into you, his movements sloppy like a horny puppy just wanting to rut and his moans reaching a higher pitch than normal.

He moans your name, “I’m so fucking close, please.”

“You know the drill, bitch. Scream my name when you cum, understand?”

Nodding in desperation, he moans a yes loud and clear. As you keep pounding into him, you feel your orgasm coming in too. “Who’s my slut?” You ask him for the last time today.

At this point in time, all Jay can say is just a string of curses, more specifically the word fuck but of course, he never disappoints because he manages to choke out, “Me. I am. I’m your slut. I’m your filthy dirty slut. Please-”

“Louder. Let everybody here know how much of a slut you are for me,” you can’t help but say to him.

“I’m your slut,” he screams loud and clear, not caring if anybody’s walking by, not caring if anybody can actually recognise his voice. He doesn’t care, he just wants to cum because it’s just too much.

You thrust one more time into him and that’s enough to get him off the edge. He screams your name just like the last time — intense and loud. You feel him release his warm load inside you and it gets you cumming too. You moan his name as you come undone and continue moving albeit slowly, to ride the waves of your orgasm.

When you’re both spent, you lie on top of him. You could feel his cum oozing out of your cunt and you feel so glad that you started taking birth control pills several months ago. You both stay like that for a while, until you eventually get up to get the ointment from the pocket of your pants. Because his energy is drained, he just looks as you make your way back towards him.

“Turn around,” you tell him as you start putting some ointment on your hands. He obeys without a word, turning around and showing his bare ass to you.

“Thanks for today,” you continue as you start rubbing the ointment on his sore ass, “You did so well for me, I’m so proud of you. I’m sorry, I was being too rough with you.”

He chuckles at that, “Oh, babe, you know I love rough sex.”

A comfortable silence fills the air and as you continue taking care of him, he tells you in a soft voice, “Thanks. I enjoyed today.”

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storiesbyjes2g · 5 months

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What is this about you say? Stay tuned!

Thanks to @trumpets0ng and @ladybugsimblr for letting me use your sims' credentials lol. Walker Pearson from Jett Studios (trumpet) was the photographer, and Alex Greene (LB) was the author. He also wrote Bailey Kay's article.

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A well-dressed man walked into the studio, swaggy and confident, with more drip than a coffee pot. His perfectly tailored suit glimmered under the stage lights, looking just as expensive as one would imagine it to be. My initial thought upon seeing this cat with a larger than life personality was, “Oh, great. Here comes another industry brat.” Then, he walked up to my assistant, smiled, extended his hand, and said, “Hi! I’m Orange.” That’s when I knew I’d been completely wrong about him.

I started off slow.

ALEX: How’ve you been? How’s life treating you?

ORANGE: Life is wonderful, thanks for asking.

I’m excited about my baby sister being back on the west coast! She wanted to spread her wings and moved east; that’s where she met and married her guy. But she’s a mom now, and my parents are getting old, so she’s back. I can’t wait to spend time with my nephew and get to know my brother-in-law better.

ALEX: Wow, okay. It’s always nice to have the family close. So where have you been all this time, my man?

He leaned back into the sofa with a huge sigh and a smile.

ORANGE: Where have I been… I’ve been everywhere, man!

ALEX: Oh word?

ORANGE: Yeah, man. I pride myself on not being a prideful person…which is probably the most proud thing I could say.

He laughs at his own joke, wiping fake sweat away from his brow. And all at once, he had me. I was sucked into his energy.

ORANGE: I appreciate everything my parents did for me, but I was never interested in following in their footsteps.

ALEX: Never?

ORANGE: Not really. I was kinda artsy as a kid. I can sing, but I never had a passion for it. Don’t get me wrong…I’m a gregarious kind of guy, so I wanted to be in the public. Just not doing what my parents did.

ALEX: So what did you do?

ORANGE: Whatever I could. I didn’t want it said of me that my life was handed to me, so I moved out, got a crappy apartment, and worked as a barista for a while. People told me I was funny, so I started writing sketches and going to the comedy clubs.

ALEX: And then sim.TV called.

Laughter erupts, startling everyone on set. It’s loud and hearty and sounds like that uncle at the family barbeque.

ORANGE: It didn’t exactly happen that way, but yes…eventually. I honestly don’t know what happened. I’m guessing someone just happened to be at one of my shows and thought I would be a good fit for this new talk show they were planning.

ALEX: What does this mean for you?

ORANGE: Wow… This means… It’s so validating. I’m middle-aged now, and all my peers are off doing so many amazing things. It was really hard to resist the urge to go to my parents and ask for help. But the thing that kept me going was this moment right here. I knew that if I stayed the course, eventually something would happen, and I would have an immense feeling of pride. And I do.

ALEX: That’s so dope. So, tell us about the show.

ORANGE: It’s called “The Pulse,” and it’s all about keeping you entertained and informed about what’s going on in the entertainment world.

ALEX: So you’re keeping your finger on the pulse of the industry.

ORANGE: You get it. I’m so grateful for the opportunity because it’s so perfect for me. I grew up around it. I know all dirty secrets, but I also recognize and respect the beauty in it.

ALEX: So from your interviews, should we expect to get a different perspective of celebrity life?

ORANGE: I hope so. I don’t want to be just another talk show host, asking the same tired questions. One thing I want to do differently is get the audience involved. Everyone watching has their own reasons for being interested in someone, so if there’s something they want to know, I’d like to give them the answers.

ALEX: Okay! I like that. Kinda like, power to the people.

ORANGE: Exactly.

ALEX: So, why Nick?

ORANGE: Why not Nick? He’s the hottest thing smoking right now, and he’s not even working. I’m trying to get on his level! But seriously though, I think we’d vibe well. We’re similar in our values and ways of working, and I don’t think he’s ever done a TV interview before, so I think it’s fitting that he be my first guest.

ALEX: Best of luck to you, man. Thanks for sitting down with us.

#ts4 story #sims 4 story #sims story #Piersons and Friends #the piersons #orange bailey moon #nick wilkinson #the pulse

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sapchat · 3 months

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I Have to Clean What?

Kyle Garrick x GN Reader No use of Y/N

This goes hand in hand with my ‘A Fucking Rat’ story I did for GPD’s May CoD writing challenge which you can read here!

Here’s Kyle learning to pet sit your horse! (Kyle would end up with someone who owns/leases a horse, he just screams horse bf/gf partner. Side note, you only actually have to clean these every 6-12 months and only when absolutely necessary.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick x GN Reader Fluff

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: I’m American so I use ‘thousand’ instead of… England terms. We talk about horse dick.

“Okay so it’s pretty basic, I mean you don’t really have to ride him, you can lunge him if you want. You’ve done both, granted I was here for it each time. It’s the same concept as then. But if you don’t ride him any, I’d at least lunge him, give him a quick wipe down like I’ve shown you then turn him loose in his paddock for a few hours.” You start telling him as you’re giving your horse Charley a thorough brush down. Kyle’s off to the side watching observantly as you do so, watching everything you do, as if he hasn’t watched you do this every time he joins you.

“Okay how about food? And what happens if he gets sick or anything and like… pukes?” He’s nervous as if he’s being left alone for the first time babysitting a child. It brings some enjoyment for if your relationship continues for future kids.

You give a small laugh, “Kyle, like I told you earlier, his feed schedule and info is on the little chart by his door, also if you think he’s sick, just call the vet. And if he pukes, then it’s… I don’t know what it would be, but horses can’t physically puke. So, if he somehow does, emphasis on call the vet. Granted Charley is also a dumbass and sometimes inhales his water and then coughs it up… so if he was drinking and then you think he puked, he’s likely fine.” You inform him, trying to ease his worries.

Kyle nods, and honestly you think if he had the choice of a note pad, he’d be taking notes. Like the good noodle he is. Such a good soldier. Charley, annoyed at the fact the attention has left him and turns to clack his teeth at the closest thing he can reach, that currently being Kyle.

The man makes a small noise at the thousand-pound animal and reaches a hand out to toy with his lips flickering at him. “Hey pal…” he mumbles playing with it, Charley’s head moving to bob up and down. “You get to be stuck with dad whilst mom leaves the country….” He tells him, as if he even knows what’s being said.

“You know if you don’t want to do this, or are… anxious to do this, I can just have one of the girls check in and take care of him…” You tell him, letting him know there’s nothing wrong with him waiting to take this step.

Kyle vehemently shakes his head, “No! It’s fine, it’ll give me something to do, plus give me time to bond with him. Besides, feel like this is the next step! Keep your pet alive and then we can… I don’t know start doing more things together with him.”

“Kyle dearie, you know you don’t have to take care of my horse for me for us to spend time together, you know that right?”

“Well, yeah… and I do spend time with you when you’re here already, but if I learn to do this, we can look about leasing my own horse, maybe even buying one… and then can spend even more time together.”

My god this man… the minute I’m able I’m sucking his dick.

“Figure helping here will let me get kinda an idea of what to expect.”

Dick is getting sucked.

“Kyle, you don’t have to do this to get a lease horse, or even buy one… And if that’s what you want to do, I’m happy to help, but if you think this is what it takes, then I guess I’m happy to help.” You tell him, it’s sweet he’s taking the time to do this to spend even more time with you.

In past relationships they’ve gotten pissy about the time you spend with your horse. Maybe it’s because he himself if gone for a few days to months at a time, so he knows what it’s like to be passionate about something.

“Okay, so feeding schedule is on his door, ride or lunge him, and I already know where his tack is in the room area place-“

“Tack room, but yes to everything so far.”

“After riding or lunging, give him a wipe down, I’ll make sure he’s cool before turning him into his little paddock area. Should I leave the back door to his stable open so he can come and go, or should I put him up before I head out?” Kyle continues, after your interruption and runs through the process, and then asks the question.

You sit for a second looking at Charley in the cross ties, “Uhh… check the weather. If it’s going to rain, or the temperature drops low put him up, the stables is heated but… there’s no brain cells in this massive head of his and he will sit outside in the rain or cold.” You inform, moving up to his head and giving his forehead some scritches as he chews on my shirt.

Kyle nods, “Gotcha, and his blanket if needed is also in the tack room?”

You smile at him, then walk over to Kyle, “He won’t need the blanket, it won’t be that cold, plus he still has some winter fur. Trust me, you’re thinking this is going to be the hardest thing ever, but he’s essentially a thousand puppy. He’ll he even plays chase. Don’t engage though he will win.”

Kyle gives a small laugh at that, moving to wrap his arms around you, “Any other way he can kill me?”

You blow a breath of air as you think, “Uh… hmm… you know how he likes nibbling on clothes? Well, his previous owner did warn that with men, he does like going straight for the crown jewels…”

Kyle sits for a second, as if taking that in. Tongue against his cheek as he kisses his teeth. “Okay… I’m going to find my old cup… And just never let his head be dick level.”

This causes a chuckle to be pulled out of you, “Yeah, the guy I bought him from was like ‘Urgh, by the way, he bites dicks.’ And I was like ‘well convenient for me, I’m not dating anyone!’ then turned out and ended up in a relationship.”

Kyle just gives his head a shake, “Okay anything else I need to do?”

You turn, placing your back to Kyle’s back as you lean into his arms, looking Charley over, then you see it. The… thing hanging from your horse as he sits relaxed in the crossties. “Uh… Can you bathe him for me at some point for me? Like a full body shampoo and hair wash, and don’t forget to like squeegee him off too?”

“Yeah, that’s an easy request. Does he have a skin care routine like me?” He asks, knowing you make fund of him for how good his skin looks.

You give a small snort especially because you know what you’re about to ask next will be fun. “Can you also clean his sheath? It’s due for a clean.” Your head tilts to look back at him for a second as you ask this, to see his reaction.

A confused look crosses his face, “His sheath?” He gives Charley a quick once over, trying to figure out what it may be.

You just nod, “His sheath. And he’ll know what’s happening when you take a wet rag to it and like… drop out.”

Kyle’s brain still seems to be making the connection, “Drop… out…?”

“Yeah. And the stuff for it is in the caddy that’s in my locker, and you’ll just get the rag super wet, and do a thorough cleaning.” You tell him, giving him a small motion with my hands to almost demonstrate the motion.

“Love… are you talking about his… um…” His head tilts almost as if he’s trying to figure out that’s what you are actually talking about.

“Yeah, I’m talking about his dick.”

“You’re asking me to clean his dick?”

“I’m asking if you would, I mean I can just do it when I get back, I guess.”

He gives a blink as an answer, still processing, “You have to clean their dicks?”

“You have to clean your dick.” You tell him, turning your head fully to look at him. Seeing the look on his face change from confusion to you don’t even know how to describe it.

“What about female horses? Do you have to clean their… areas?”

“No. Actually human women aren’t really supposed to, can introduce unhealthy bacteria. You knew that right? It’s important to me that you knew that already.”

“I… you… I have to clean what?” Kyle fully stops out, still seeming to try and connect the dots, even though he knows what it is you’re asking.

“Yes, dear I’m asking if you’ll clean his dick.” You finally turn to face him as you say it, ignoring whatever it is Charley is doing in the cross ties behind you. You place your hands on his chest, almost in an appeasing way, “It takes like… five minutes, it drops out of the sheath, you get the rag wet, throw some soap on it, lather it up then run the rag just… up and down him.”

“I’m starting to regret agreeing to pet sitting.”

I gave the horse such a backstory that it didn't need, not a specific breed, nor color, he's a gelding (no balls), his name is Charley, and his show name (the name he is registered under for showing) is Give a Charley Horse.

I'll eventually also do one for Johnny and John! :)

#cod x reader #cod x you #cod x gn!reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #kyle garrick x you #kyle garrick x gn!reader #call of duty x reader #kyle garrick fluff #call of duty x gn!reader #call of duty imagines #cod fanfic #cod reboot x reader #modern warfare x reader #modern warfare reboot x reader #Sergeant garrick

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sacr3d-joeyxx · 7 months

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Overcoming Demons

Joey x Fem!Reader

Request from: iminlovewithmycarrrr

*Could you do a Joey jordison x reader where the reader is a vocalist and guitarist for a black metal band (she can scream and sing very well) and her band keeps playing the same gigs as slipknot and he just gets obsessed with the way she performs. The guys all tell Joey to ask her out*

Quinn’s POV

The crowd went wild as we performed our last song.. I said thank you and that it was a joy playing for Des Moines, Iowa. We as Ritualistic Suicide was done for the night. I was in love with the sound of encores and some occasional ‘I love you’.

It wasn’t hard to perform but it did come with its massive drawbacks, well just for me of course..Having to scream but also having to balance it with singing was hard. I got into black metal at the ripe age of 19 and I was sold when I heard the screams it was a form of art to me. Screaming is what I wanted to do nothing else but when we had to kick out the guitarist for getting arrested because of drugs but let’s get this straight there’s nothing wrong with doing drugs in this band but when we started to actually get gigs and record deals we all went cold turkey; well except him and he started to get involved with the law and then we all knew that the dude just simply had to go. I then took his spot after that. It sucked mostly because he named the band but it was whatever. So my job was now vocals and guitar…not impossible but it was in the beginning. I just had to learn differently, it took a lot of practice but it worked!

This time the black blood came out at the right time, it actually came out! It goes with our new single called ‘Homicide’ which ends with us covered in fake blood by it coming out near our eyes, mouths, ears and hands while playing. It’s kinda hard to explain how it works but anywhere you have tubing on your face you cover it with black face paint to balance it out; the tubes are a solid black color and it’s mechanically released with a push button that someone pushes backstage for us. It makes us look like we’re performing a sacrifice..I guess.. but a couple of drawbacks is it stains your skin like no other.. the other is getting it off your equipment..you see I have a pure white guitar, our bassist has a blood red one…you leave it on too long..well it’s fucking over..

Honestly I’d say the best part of this whole thing is a couple of things actually, first one is seeing the crowd; the way they listen to the music and move with the rhythm is a fish out of water experience. The second one is hearing our music on the radio or it getting mentioned in any form of media. Lastly getting all our cosmetics on, no black metal band is allowed to preform without it; well you can it’s just frowned upon in this profession. It’s funny seeing your closet friend’s faces in basically all white. You think you’re in a dream or something when you first start to put it on.

The best part about doing the makeup is the designs, most of the white face paint ends up in my hair by the end of the show, I look 50+ years older when I step off the stage. It comes out..kinda but it’s still going to be there for a couple of weeks..You’ll find white spots on your skin where you thought it was gone. It hides our face I guess but not really.. the band that almost always plays after us, especially when it’s a gig that could be a mix of all sorts of bands. They wear masks and red jumpsuits..crazy how much they look like a band in them. They are called Slipknot but I don’t know much about them really except for the band having nine people. I mean we have five people but nine is way too much yet they make it work.

Honestly they really intimidating, like they could all definitely be serial killers.. but they are the way they are for reasons. I’m taller than their drummer..he’s gotta be 5’3 or something. I’m 5’10..but there’s nothing wrong with short kings. I do think he’s kinda funny though, he’s just a mass of passion and speed. You could obviously tell when he plays that he enjoys what he does.

Any second now our drummer is gonna need my help to get the kick drum get in the case. The stage was already set and what not when we got there but literally 2 hours before opening Cam did something to it and just didn’t sound right anymore. Lucky for us I told him to pack an extra..of course he did but it’s fucking funny how the kick drum couldn’t survive a practice session.. nonetheless we fixed it just in time.

“Quinn! I need help..the kick drum..I can’t get it in the case!”

Bingo, like fucking clock work. I chuckled to myself as I walked over there and looked how it was placed in the case.

“Well, no shit..if you haven’t noticed.. you forgot to fold in the foam in the corner on the right..just tuck it back in”

He looked at me then itched his head, and went to go fix it before closing it and giving me a thumbs up..I rolled my eyes and turned to walk offstage..Now I had to find three others, it won’t be hard because they are in one of three places. The green-room, signings, or loading things on the bus. Normally we’d do signings but last time we did that someone brought a human skull..nothing wrong with that but none of us wanted to deface someone’s mom. So they’re not doing that…honestly I’m going go to go with the green-room; Declan, Mex, and Juz are all fat..not really but they have a tendency to stuff their faces with food after a performance like that.

I hope I’m not scarring any ‘normal person’ in my adventure to find the three stooges, but I probably will..It appears to always happen.

*Whatever the fucking sound is called when two people bump into each other when neither is paying attention.*

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Joey’s POV

She looked like a god..an immortal god…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain what she does to me. The makeup, her clothes, her hair.. she looked perfect..to me at least..I don’t think she’ll look my way..she’d have to look down as well..

I can’t remember how many times I’ve been doing the same gigs as them but it’s obvious that it’s on purpose. All of my band mates keep telling me to talk to her..I wish it was easy as that but I’m intimidated by her..she’s gotta be 6’1 and on top of that she’s in platforms..I have balls with certain things but women scare me..fucking weird how that works..your attracted to them but scared shitless of them.

Maybe I should go talk to her..fuck it…she had a great show and I should tell her..fuck it!

*Whatever the fucking sound is called when two people bump into each other when neither is paying attention.*

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Quinn’s POV

I brushed my hair out of my face and now knew why I didn’t see him..it’s cause he’s were fucking short.. but what’s funnier about this is that he’s wearing a bright red jumpsuit.

“Woah! Sorry man!”

“You’re good..I kinda was looking for you”

“Really? What do you need from me?”

“Just wanted to talk about how you preformed out there..”

“Oh..thank you! It was definitely up there with one of our first shows..mainly because it all went according to schedule…”

“You’re welcome..-“

“So sorry for cutting you off but I’ve gotta get going to find my mates, you can come along if you want..your set isn’t until 8:00pm and it’s 6:21pm now..”

“Uhhh-sure I’ve got time..”

“Cool..uhh just try and keep up, I’ve got long legs.. y’know..”

I walk fast, mean I don’t have a choice really I’ve given such long legs.. but they get longer in platforms..I turned the corner and looked at the wall with the little sign pointing left saying the green-room was that way…I looked back and the guy was still keeping up with me. Honestly he was probably sweating bullets under everything he was wearing, I would be too. I stopped before looking at the doors..bingo, found it. I looked back at him and he gave me a thumbs up..

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Joey’s POV

God..I honestly think she knows that I’m crazy about her..fuck..the things I would do to her..the bright white stage makeup with the black blood was still wet..her hands were covered in it. It looked like tree roots as it patterned up her wrists and eventually her arms. The messy jet black hair..covered in white makeup..I’m fucking obsessed with this woman..and she has to know..

“So.. you single…?”

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Quinn’s POV

I whipped my head around to him, I go wide-eyed while looking at him..I don’t know if he’s being serious or he’s just trying to be funny.

“Huh? Why are you asking..you interested?”

“……”

“Hello..I asked you a question?”

“..yeah..I am….”

“Huh..sorry I couldn’t hear you..”

“…..”

“Yeah, I am”

“You’re not like fucking with me are you?”

“….no?”

Oh so he’s actually being real..uh I don’t know what to do here I barely know him..should I give him my number.. shit I don’t know. This could be a set up from his band or mine..but I know mine wouldn’t fuck with me like this…they don’t have big enough balls to do so. He honestly doesn’t seem bad from what I can tell but he looks like he’s about to pass out from the stress of this situation..fidgety little guy..picking at his fingernails while waiting for my response.

“You’re one hundred percent positive?”

“Yes, I’m one hundred fucking percent positive..it’s a serious question..that I would like to know the answer to”

I could give him my number, I don’t have a piece of paper though.. but I happen to have a sharpie..

“Come here real quick..”

I reached into my back pocket and pulled at a sharpie as he made his way over here, I looked at him and smiled softly.

“Takes some balls to say that, y’know?”

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Joey’s POV

Okay..she took it well..maybe she’ll give me her number..oh wait she telling me to go to her..the hell is she doing digging in her back pocket..oh wait it’s a sharpie..fuck I don’t have any paper she can use..

“So..has this ever worked before?”

“Not really..I don’t don’t talk to them if I’m interested in them..they are scary..”

“Give me your hand real quick..hopefully it doesn’t rub off during your gig..”

I gave her my hand and she held it was she wrote her name and number on my hand..her hand was cold like a corpse..but who cares? I could see her looking at my chipped black fingernail polish..I looked up at her and we locked eyes for a moment.. the world went quiet and it felt like it stopped spinning..

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Quinn’s POV

I wrote my name and number on his hand and then looked at his nail polish that was black and in the process of chipping. I looked up at him and we locked eyes for a moment.. I felt the world stop I knew he did too.

“Thanks….Quinn..”

“You’re quite welcome”

“I’m going to head back now..”

“Okay..after your set come find me if we’re still here..if not then use my number.. answer it eventually”

I sighed softly as he began to walked away, I knew his gig was going to be a lot longer than ours was..they had a bigger fan base than we did but it’s whatever. I either had the choice to stay here another night or wait for him to text me.

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Joey’s POV

Fucking hell..wow I actually have her number and seems like she didn’t just give a fake one either. Okay..okay!! I guess that’s a win for me..

#joey jordison #corey taylor #sid wilson #chris fehn #craig jones #jim root #mick thomson #shawn crahan #paul gray #on my knees #oneshot #short story #oc #slipknot

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bugs1nmybrain · 1 year

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Shigaraki NSFW Alphabet (18+)

Minors don’t interact

Warnings: Quirkless AU, rough sex, period sex, fem-reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Honestly, he’s a jerk. He doesn’t really care about the cleanup or check-ins. He’ll probably just take off to do whatever he pleases when you’re done fucking.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Shigaraki just about hates every part on his body, but if he was obligated to choose, he’d pick his hands. They’re the source of all his control.

On you? Probably your hair. He likes to touch it and even tug on it when you’re fucking. If we’re talking about more erogenous areas, he likes both your tits and ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is kind of a gross color and definitely tastes awful. He prefers to cum either inside or on your face. He likes to defile and claim you and gets off at the idea.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

What he wouldn’t give to fuck you in front of his friends. To show off how pretty you are and how well he fucks you. The thought makes his cock twitch, but he’d only execute it if you were down.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Aside from a few handjobs and one lowsy blowjob, he has no experience. To be frank, he’s got some things to learn because sex can be a hit or miss. He’s not very meticulous with his movements, but he’s eager to make you cum, so he definitely tries. He’ll get better, just give him some time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy. Sometimes you on top. He loves how deep he can thrust in doggy and how tight you feel. The control and exposure of doggy style turn him on.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He will tease the shit out of you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shiggy shaves every now and then. He usually doesn’t let himself grow too long, but he’ll go a bit without shaving in between times. It’s darker than his hair, but kind of a dark blue shade. Black when his hair turns white.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not very romantic I’m afraid. It can get passionate, yes, but he’s not sappy or heartfelt.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Every day, or every couple of days. He gets horny regularly. He beats his meat in either one of three places: his bed, his gaming chair, or the shower. He usually watches porn, unless he’s in the shower.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Degradation is his biggest kink. Mostly with him insulting you, calling you a slut mostly. He’s almost vanilla, just with some roughish sex mixed in. He’s not much for intense pain play, but he definitely enjoys pulling your hair or spanking you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom for the most part. When his roommates aren’t home, though, he’ll fuck you just about anywhere.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Either anger or you just being hot as fuck gets him going. If you walk around in something skimpy and he’s ready for the taking.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything involving cutting or blood (except one thing, which I’ll get to later). He’s not interested in mutilating either of you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He likes to receive more than give. To be honest, you’re going to have to encourage him to freshen up before you suck his cock. He will go down on you if you request it, he’s not opposed by any means, and he’s not horrible at it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He loves and craves a rough fuck. He’s got a lot of internal rage, and sometimes taking it out on your pussy is the best stress relief, in his opinion.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He’d prefer a proper session, to be honest. He doesn’t really see the point in a quickie because he doesn’t like rushing to cum.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Hell yea. He’s definitely not against trying new things. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist too, so fucking you in the next room while his roommates can hear? Yes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for about 3 times consecutively. He tends to cum relatively quick. He’s got a lot of cum to spare.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has had a couple of pocket pussies. He likes watching you use dildos on yourself. He also has rope to tie you up with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will absolutely torment you. He’ll overstim, teasingly degrading you, or edge you as much as he pleases.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s pretty noisy. He growls a lot and also moans. The rasp in his voice makes him sound a bit funny.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

The one exception that he’ll make with blood is period sex. At first he thought he wouldn’t like it but he gets horny and hates to wait until you’re done bleeding. So one day he decided that he’ll give it a go and he found a bit of pleasure in the extra lubrication from the blood. So yea, he doesn’t mind it.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Not very big. Kind of on the smaller side of average, so maybe 5 inches in total? He’s also not impressively girthy, either.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s kind of a horny rut. He’ll fuck you regularly if you allow him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t doze off right away. Sometimes he gets up to play video games after. He’ll sleep if he’s tired or if it’s very late at night.

#shigaraki #shiggy #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut

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kyle’s hypocrisy in season 19 rant #2: his internalized bigotry (FROM THE VAULT [2020])

This is to add onto my post from before about how Kyle was being ignorant assuming David was from Mexico even though he was from Idaho. Honestly the line in “Stunning & Brave” where Cartman is in the hospital bed and he tells Kyle “You and I are bigots” hits so hard now. And Kyle is like “no you’re a bigot”. And I remember when I first saw that I just assumed Kyle was right and it was just Cartman saying dumb shit as usual, but no Cartman was right about Kyle being a bigot too. I liked that Cartman was trying to own up to everything in that moment but it sucks that Kyle was too stubborn to admit to it too. I mean yeah Cartman is WAYY more bigoted than Kyle but that doesn’t excuse the shit Kyle has done. First of all Kyle constantly fat shames Cartman, which is wrong and in that moment Kyle called Cartman fatass again and Cartman literally said “no more fatshaming Kyle” lmaooo. So he basically denies being a bigot but then proceeds to fatshame Cartman. Kyle you’re not making sense. But anyways what I really wanna talk about is the fact that Kyle is pretty much just as insensitive towards Judaism as Cartman. Which may sound surprising because yes, Kyle is a Jew, but it’s not like he’s proud to be one or we ever see him embrace his religion. No, Kyle is ASHAMED of it. Kyle is self conscious about being a Jew which is why he gets soooo offended by Cartman making fun of him for being one, he’s not defending his religion because he’s proud of it, it’s because he probably agrees with Cartman that being a Jew sucks, and he’s embarrassed. (Ya’ll SJWs don’t flip out at me, I’m Jewish too LMAOOO). If he was actually proud to be a Jew then he would just ignore Cartman or laugh it off and not make such a big deal out of it. There was this episode I honestly don’t remember but Kyle literally acted just like Cartman towards his parents, I think he was trying to ask his mom and dad for something and they said no so he was like “don’t be such a Jew” and Sheila flipped out at him for saying that. And Kyle can be quick to turn on his religion like in “Passion of the Jew” after Cartman told him to watch the passion & he believed that the Jews killed Jesus or whatever djsjjs. He literally WENT TO CARTMAN’S DOOR to tell him he was right about Jews. And I think that we really see Kyle’s insensitivity towards his own people play out best with his cousin Kyle. Kyle is embarrassed of his cousin, bc he’s literally the epitome of a negative Jewish stereotype, and in the episode where cousin Kyle shows up for the first time Kyle literally says in his own words “I’ve spent 5 years in this town trying to make a good name for Jews and this stereotype shows up and wrecks it all” Wow. You know what that tells me? Kyle pretty much views Jews as terrible and thinks the world only views negatively of them. I mean yeah there is anti-semitism out there but the fact that Kyle gets so hyper-sensitive about it and doesn’t know how to just shrug it off means he’s really just playing into the anti-semitism himself and making shit worse. And in the older episodes with cousin Kyle, they mostly just show Kyle being embarrassed by him, but in TFBW we see Kyle straight up being a DICK to him. That really shows how much of a bully Kyle is in my opinion, and since he’s so used to Cartman ripping on him for being Jewish he probably thinks it’s okay to pick on another kid that’s more of a Jewish stereotype than him.

update 2024: i have my receipts as usual ⬆️ and yes i’m gonna brag abt this again but i love how i was ahead of my time pointing out how kyle has internalized anti-semitism before anyone else did lol. cartman’s kid deadass called kyle a “self-hating jew” in the post covid episodes lol

#south park #kyman #KYMANRANTGARBAGE

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You see, they’re both perfect for eachother, because they both suck at communication skills! 🥰 (spoilers for the new TGS page!)

In all seriousness, I had to talk about the new TGS page, because I love it. It’s here that we learn that Jekyll is an unreliable narrator, which is something we all could have picked up awhile back. Jekyll sucks at communication, he hides himself and his deepest fears, but sometimes we see certain scenarios that broke us a little differently than how someone ELSE might have saw it. Awhile back, during Chapter 11, Jekyll opened up to another character (Jasper) about what went down between him and Lanyon in college. We learned that while he was fully aware Lanyon wasn’t interested in an actual relationship and was legit a whore who jumped from one man to the next, he was still torn up once they broke the sexual affair, since Lanyon had to get married. From that chapter, the flashback showcases how Jekyll saw the event:

What I like about this is that Lanyon is clearly uneasy in one panel, but once he turns around, he’s smiling, and we now know why. He’s smiling because Jekyll assumed that by how Lanyon has acted towards this quarrel, he just simply didn’t care, and it makes sense, since Lanyon’s whole character is that he keeps this sassy, uncaring attitude towards most people, and it doesn’t help that Lanyon moments ago this page shot back at Jekyll when he asked him why he’s so afraid of his father. Obliviously this page is paralleling the new page at the top, because we’re FINALLY getting Lanyon’s perspective a little.

And now that we’re on this new page, we see how once again….Jekyll is a poor idiot. He automatically assumes that Lanyon knew EXACTLY how he felt, despite never showing it, or giving the other ANY indication that he was upset. Another thing we see in Chapter 11 is that after they broke the affair, Jekyll kept his smile on, but became miserable internally. He remained friends with Laynon of course, but through all of this we just further see how flawed Jekyll is because of what he went through. Personally from everything we’ve seen, I definitely think Jekyll sees Laynon as cruel and dense, and don’t get me wrong, Lanyon isn’t 100% in the right either, they’re both messed up because they both lack communication and showing the other their deepest sides, but like I said, I love how you can clearly tell that despite how much Jekyll CARES about Lanyon, he still holds resentment towards the other man, and I’m honestly waiting for him to just snap in green eyed Jekyll form.

In other news, I just love how realistic their bickering sounds in the newest page. The way they’re arguing over how the situation went down, how the other felt because they can’t communicate or grapple their own personal trauma’s worth shit. I’m also glad to see how Lanyon felt about this situation. We sort of spent a really long time assuming he didn’t care at all because of his commitment issues, but we finally see that he was just as distraught as Jekyll was, and honestly? That also makes sense to me. This would be a different story if Lanyon just screwed Jekyll and left him in the dust, but he didn’t. Jekyll and Lanyon weren’t just fuck buddies, they were close friends, and Lanyon CONTINUED to stick with the other as they opened the society for Arcane Science, even though Lanyon had no passion with science in the first place. We all know Lanyon cares about Jekyll, and Jekyll’s KNOWS that, he’s just so grappled in all the pain he went through during that time that he can’t put himself in Lanyon’s shoes, or even fully confess his love for him, and it’s such a sad thing to watch because I love Jekyll and root for him at the same time. We have yet to see the rest of Lanyon’s perspective, but for now these two are so caught up in their messy gay quarrel that this might end in disaster, especially since Hyde as of now is still inside Jekyll and trying to find a way to get out. I just love this relationship so much however, I think it’s the perfect example of a messy gay relationship and what can happen when you don’t show yourself, your true self. The two care about each other but can’t communicate, they have so many issues that need to be worked out especially with how in denial they are, and the time period plays a huge part in that. They need to be able to feel comfortable with their own feelings and in their own shoes, but I’m waiting for them to finally reconcile since it’s been 84 years. I just can’t wait to see what happens next!

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Mm. Yeah. That sucked! Sidelining Tommy to lift up M/tt in unprecedented ways! I don’t even know where to begin with this. We fridged Grace TWICE for this? Arguably Coinless Trini and Kiya too? Tigan by definition I guess wasn’t fridged but I still hate it! At the same time I wish I knew more about the character to have feelings about it beyond “that sucks!”

Also I know we talked about Rita and Chloe’s mom already but you know what? Remember Coinless Zack (and to a lesser extent Skull)? I sure thought they would be relevant! I would’ve cared more about Adam and Rocky and whatever that was if they had ever bothered to give Adam an arc, and actually spent time with them this event! Also Tommy giving up his powers to help people he largely doesn’t know uhhh sucks. How was Tommy more important in Shattered Grid, he was DEAD. I was really hoping we would get M/tt relinquishing the Green coin but that would’ve meant actual development and reflection on his part and not being the writer’s best boi. If M/tt had stayed a civilian supporting character I could actually see him having a role in the civilian army plot (which by the way why didn’t we just call in the Eltarian army ages ago. I think they said something about Eltar being attacked but who cares.)

The last note I’ll end on is part of me wants to look back on Ryan’s writing a little kinder now, but at the same time it’s the shitty decisions of villainizing Kiya and Death Ranger and M/tt’s rangerhood that got us into this mess in the first place! At least Coinless Trini/Scorpina yuri real. And the Gravezord shoutout felt like it was meant for you personally. I’m sorry this is so long, and I hope Prime has nothing to do with the main book. We are free.

= I probably should have felt more triumph at that panel of the MMPRs morphing together but it was literally ruined by how Tommy wasn't there and instead M*tt was basically in his spot (even positioned so he was slightly ahead of everyone else. good lord. was it not enough coddling that you literally erased the ONE bad thing he did in this storyline, which was murder Grace?) He should have died instead of Tigan. I know I'm partly saying that because I hate him but it's so unfair that that asshole gets to survive EVERYTHING and end the series with TOMMY'S COIN but Tigan only existed to die. It actually would have been impactful because like it or not, M*tt has been around for so long while Tigan was only here for.....three issues?

= Candice had checked in with the Command Center to report Aquitar fell and then in a later issue it was mentioned they hadn't heard from her for days, leading them to believe Eltar had fallen too. Honestly it doesn't even really matter because her return was clearly just supposed to be a reward for Skull doing the civilian soldier plot (because as the more conventionally attractive one of the comic relief duo, he gets the passionate, committed romance while Bulk just gets to weirdly call Taylor hot.)

= As much as I still do love the Coinless book on its own, so much of it never meant anything to the book or outright contradicted it. Dark Specter took over that whole world with evil lava goop, why didn't he do that in the prime world? The book explicitly states that the White Coin can't be split, but they just do it anyway in this event? I GUESS we can just assume that world turned out fine when Dark Specter was defeated, but we don't even get a panel where we can show Coinless Zack and Skull and maybe even Jason okay in their world?

= Going along with that, Scorpina calling for Alt-Trini is probably the only other time besides the Tomberly scenes that I felt genuine emotion in this finale, because damn they really just took out Scorpina's loved one AGAIN. And for literally no reason lmao (why did shattering the Grid delete Alt-Trini and Kiya but not Billy? Obviously he was present for the blast too)

= I did like the Gravezord shout-out so you're right about that

= And yes, a lot of the problems with this event can be pointed to Ryan refusing to give a proper ending to his concepts and storylines (something he has said that he likes about comics; that they can go on indefinitely. which. uhhhhh) - so Melissa felt she had to tie up all of the loose ends that were left. I think that was unnecessary for some of them - for instance, I really wasn't wondering where Dayne was. The guy's a mercenary for hire so it's easy enough for me to believe he wouldn't want to be associated with jobs involving Rangers ever again and went on to parts unknown - but she was clearly trying to put away the toys that Ryan had left out

#transmission #anonymous #mmpr comic spoilers

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I really want to talk about queerbaiting and how the definition of it shifts in usage and what it means at the core. The currents wikipedia article describes it as a "marketing technique in which creators hint at but do not depict" a queer romance or other queer rep.

The marketing technique part is two-fold: selling to queer audiences, and using queer audiences to drum up buzz.

The first is obvious and straightforward - a piece of content is marketed to a queer audience specifically promising content and then not following through or having the follow through be something that is either ambiguous or easily dismissable. Examples for this would be dozens of articles proclaiming "The First Gay Character!" in the MCU, or Disney, only for that to be an absolute non-event. (I'm sure you've seen the articles)

The second is more interesting and more insidious - a piece of content is made to appeal to a queer audience by hinting at or promising queer rep to tap into the audience's desire to make that thing succeed, using their considerable passion to basically get free advertising in wider fandom circles. We know that this works: look at how popular Our Flag Means Death became, or Yuri On Ice - they were sky-rocketing BECAUSE of their potential (and then actualized) queerness. But you don't actually have to follow through to get this effect, and many don't. It takes a very long time for queer audiences to get tired and give up. Some of us never do.

How many times did you start watching something because Those Two Guys were on your dash enough?

Now, queerbaiting is not an easily definable concept because it doesn't necessarily require all of those parts of the definition to be real and it doesn't necessarily have to be on purpose.

Sometimes the people doing the queerbaiting think they're doing the queer audience a favor by giving us hints and nudges, by feeding us a fun pairing that we can play with. And in some ways, that's true. We get a lot of enjoyment out of it. But it's no longer the 90s, where queer pairings HAD to live in subtext. Xena, Due South, etc. They gave us as much as they could at the time, or at least it felt that way.

Today, there is a growing perception that creators have more freedom to establish and play with queer characters, that there isn't institutionalized homophobia above their heads stopping them from executing these stories the way we yearn for them. That's not usually true, the more and more queerfriendly production teams are still running up against prejudice and conservatism, and it manifests in weird ways. It's okay to have this much rep and no more, you can have a gay side character, but not a bi male main etc. The gays can get together, but they have to suffer in some way. Bury your gays is alive and well for a reason.

And then there's the showrunners who really truly created those initial stories by accident and resent the hell out of the queer audience for being more invested in that than the rest of their story. That happens and it sucks but it is what it is. You can never know which way it goes until someone tells you.

But queerbaiting is more about audience than it is about content - using a queer audience to promote your show is still queerbaiting if the romance happens but then one of the couple is brutally murdered. It's still queerbaiting even if the promises being made are all subtext. It can be queerbaiting even if there's other queer rep on your show. Because it's about using the queer audience to create buzz.

When David Jenkins was interviewed after the success of Our Flag Means Death, he talked about queerbaiting, and the many things he as a straight man had never considered. And it's honestly an eye-opening moment in this conversation:

What is it about Our Flag Means Death that made it so easy for people to really sort of miss the early queer subtext that’s barely subtext?

I’m the wrong person to ask because I, well, I know a lot more now than I did a month ago, and I know a lot more now than I did two weeks ago based on how this show was going to roll out. I thought it was pretty clear to me that you get halfway through, and you’re like, “Oh, OK. These people have feelings for each other. And they’re attracted to each other.”

Little bit, yeah.

And it’s clear. I think I didn’t realize — because I see myself represented on camera, and I see myself falling in love in stories — I didn’t realize how deep the queer baiting thing goes. Being made to feel stupid by stories, I guess.

How do you mean?

As we were breaking the season and looking at how it would go, part of me knew that, yes, Stede and Ed’s romance was going to be real. But one part of me felt like, “We’re going to do this story, and they’re going to kiss, and maybe that’s not even going to be that big a deal. Maybe it’ll just be a blip.” But then, looking at how people were kind of afraid to let themselves believe that we were doing that was a surprise to me, and it’s heartbreaking.

I understand it much better now, and it’s like, oh, you were made to feel stupid by a bunch of shows — unintentionally, by and large, I think — but made to feel like “maybe I’m going to be up there. Maybe that’ll be me in this story.” And then at the end of it feeling like, “Aw. No, it’s not me. I’m not in this one.” That fucks with you at any age, I think, but especially when you’re young and impressionable. I know it would make me feel that I didn’t belong, and I think that’s part of where the response to the show comes from.

And I think that's where a lot of the anger and pain comes from: it's a form of narrative gaslighting where you start to doubt not just your ability to read story cues but maybe a little bit the legitimacy of your own experiences. It cuts to the bone in ways that regular het ship bait wouldn't.

As I said above, it's not always about the amount of rep in a story, but about the way a story indicates to queer audiences that a long-form story MIGHT be for them and then doesn't deliver - Sterek was still queerbait even with gay characters on the show, Clexa was still queerbait even though the relationship was consummated. Because the queer audience was used but never truly taken into consideration.

So would you call Buddie, specifically, queerbait? The ship was teased/jokingly referred to in season 2 in a deliberate way - this is a matter of fact straight from Tim Minear's mouth and the literal text of the show (see the worm in face influencer call). Then from season 3 onward their relationship was developed in ways that use a lot of narrative romance tropes, from camera angles to acting choices to dialogue, there's enough there to make you think, "hey, maybe?"

Now, in interviews and other official outlets, Kristen Reidel has always been careful to manage people's expectations, she's never promised anything. But inadvertently the social media presence, the media buzz and the way people have responded to the fandom have certainly not done anything to dissuade people's belief that it would/could happen and happen soon.

I got into the show based on the queer grapevine buzz. I made two other people watch the show, one because she loves procedurals, one because she's A Gay Like Me.

There's grounds to call the handling of Buddie specifically queerbaiting, I suppose, other impressive rep notwithstanding. Hen and Karen, Michael, and Josh, and so many of the calls - 911 is unflinchingly queer-friendly without question. Whether or not Buddie can still be queerbaiting is honestly a matter of interpretation. I personally don't think arguing about the semantics here is doing us any favors.

Because ultimately, an accusation of queerbaiting does nothing or only hurts - we don't have the power to change the minds of executives or creators who just don't want to go there. If for some reason they don't want to do this and the development so far has been entirely unintentional, then accusing them of queerbaiting will almost certainly result in reflexive no-homo additions, up to completely narratively separating the characters.

And if the development has been intentional but just never came to fruition for other reasons (executive meddling, time crunches, etc.) then yelling at people who are on our side probably won't help either.

It's certainly not done until it's done and I promise you, as someone who has lived through fandom since the X-Files, it could be so very much worse than this.

But. My friend has stopped watching the show and I don't begrudge them the choice. Because my god, we're old and tired, and hope can hurt a little too much sometimes and it's hard to cling to when you just lost a lot of ground. Again.

So when kids yell queerbaiting over the finale I know it comes from that deep well of anger and pain. It's not about rep, per se, it's about stories that feel like they might be ours and then aren't, and that hurts, especially if we have invested more than just passive consumption (writing meta, creating art and fic and gifs, so many gifs, telling people, so many people, to watch the show with us, because it feels like this time, you know, this time it's happening. That story, the one you've been waiting for.)

I get it and I'm sorry you're suffering. If it helps a little, I do believe that 911 is not made by people who resent us.

#buddie #911 on fox #911 meta #fandom meta #fandom discourse

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