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matan4il · 3 days

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What's your evidence that Joost Klein harassed Eden at ESC? I've only seen evidence of Joost being harassed by Israeli delegation. And he was an assholeish idiot at the press conference but he wasn't the worst. And can people pleaaase stop spreading the smear campaign the EBU put out about him. He made a rude gesture, that's it.

Hi,

I'm gonna admit that if you saw the Dutch performer's behavior at the press conference, IDK how that doesn't constitute harassment? I mean, the part where he didn't like that the ESC organizers made him sit next to the Israeli singer, and he didn't want to be in the same frame with her, so he covered himself with the Dutch flag wasn't just being an asshole, he was publicly humiliating her, transmitting to everyone what a pariah she is, not based on anything she's said and done, but simply based on her nationality (and this little stunt was obviously going to attract attention, meaning he minded being photographed next to her, but he didn't mind being photographed covered up with the flag like that in the same frame with her, making it clear this wasn't him wanting to avoid political stuff).

In my book, that's bad enough, but then he added insult to injury. Eden was asked a disgusting question by a Polish journalist. He wanted to know whether she considered that she would be putting everyone else at ESC at risk (victim blaming much? Eden was the target of a violent mob besieging her hotel room, and turning her participation into an event requiring security. She didn't ask them to do this, she didn't force them to, she's a 20 year old girl, who has dreamt of representing her country at ESC for years, and when she finally gets to, she's being asked to carry the blame for the violence aimed at her due to her nationality... Imagine asking Ariana Grande after her Manchester Arena performance if she took into account that she was risking the lives of all of her fans, because an Islamist decided to use her event for a terrorist bombing that killed 22 young people, and would she never perform again, now that she was aware of the risk? No, that didn't happen, because it's a disgusting, victim blaming, terrorism-rewarding question). The panel host rightfully grasped that this was a political and harassing question, and told her she didn't have to answer it. Joost Klein then shouting at that, "Why not?" was harassment. He was piling up on the victim blaming, on top of showing zero empathy for a fellow performer targeted for her nationality, in a way he never would have agreed to be himself.

(I think that's last assessment is obvious since we now know he thought, even for a split second, that it was okay to threaten with fists a female camerawoman working for ESC, doing her job, filming the performers when they got off stage after their performances. This was done to the other performers as well, IDK what made Klein think his consent was needed in that moment, since to me it seems implied by agree to represent the Netherlands at ESC, but even if he had the right to refused being filmed, I have no idea what made him believe it was okay to use violent threats against an ESC employee).

I'd like to ask you where did you see "evidence" that Klein was harassed by the Israeli delegation? As far as I'm aware, there was only one vid trying to make that claim, and what was seen in that one, was an Israeli journalist (so, not a part of the performing team), working as a European correspondent (he also covered the war in Ukraine, to give you an idea of what that job entails, so he's a "respectable" journalist, not just a guy with a mic interviewing people for his ESC blog), called Dov Gil-Har (as far as I know, he's aligned with the left politically, so not exactly someone likely to be harassing people out of nationalistic sentiments), who was trying to ask Klein questions. Which... the last time I checked is his duty as a journalist. And Klein refused to answer Gil-Har's questions, which is his prerogative (though I do think it was pretty disgusting when some performers, like the Norwegian ones, refused to give interviews to any Israeli media outlets. Since it's based on nationality, it's once again hateful IMO), but then the Dutch team's manager (or whatever he was) really got in Gil-Har's face, and more than that, because I clearly heard Dov saying, "Don't touch me." Keep in mind, this was after Klein's shameful behavior at the press conference, and also after he missed a rehearsal that day, there were rumors circling around it somehow had something to do with Israel, so it is honestly the most natural thing for Gil-Har as a journalist, that he wanted to ask the Dutch team some questions. That should not have ended with him having to say, "Don't touch me," but to further misconstrue this as him harassing the Dutch team...!? WHAT?

It feels like another instance of DARVO, where the attacker/harasser/abuser shifts the fire away by reversing who was doing the harassment and who was being harassed. Everything we saw on camera was harassment of the Israelis, including even the media, while I've not seen one documentation on film of the Israelis harassing others. Plus, I heard the claim that the Israeli team was harassing everyone, yet we know that some performers didn't feel, act or express themselves that way.

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strangesickness · 1 day

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eddie is such a weird little dude i know he is. all the parents in derry think he's soooo sweet but he's actually a freaky little demon child <3

he's really good at talking with adults because he understands the rules for that very clearly and knows exactly what he's supposed to do/say so all the adults in derry think he's this perfect angel child

but in reality he fights so dirty (child eddie scratches people i know he does) and talks enough shit to make a sailor blush so anyone who actually knows him sees him talking to teachers or parents and is like... what the fuck man

richie relentlessly makes fun of eddie's "talking to adults voice" it's constant, any time richie sees eddie talk to an adult he spends at least five minutes impersonating him after

eddie definitely has like this insane fucking death stare. they're hanging out at the kaspbraks for once and richie says something stupid and sonia starts going on about it and eddie's just staring directly into richie's soul over his mom's shoulder.

he doesn't even realize he's doing it it's just a very scary combination of trying not to laugh and uncontrolled fury

he's always bending his fingers in weird directions too, idk if he's double jointed or what but he'll just be sitting there bouncing his knee to hell and back and bending his fingers all wonky while he's waiting for something

he's so fast he's always sneaking up on his friends. they're having a normal conversation and suddenly eddie is just. there. and theyre like. where the fuck did you come from man

#he is so weird and freaky and kind of annoying and i love him #also he has so much ADHD and he is so undiagnosed LOL like every time i watch the clubhouse scene i'm like. dude what.#like howd they fit that much ADHD in such a tiny little kid #“ADHD isn't a line you can't have more or less ADHD” true. but. have you considered eddie has like. turbo evil ADHD.#eddie kaspbrak #it 2019 #it stephen king #it 2017 #posts afflicted with a strange sickness

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satoruxx · 1 day

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I swear everything going on is so out of character for yuta.

Like satoru is always treated like a weapon and now it happening again even after his death and it’s by his closest student??? It’s weird and sad honestly

EXACTLY and the fact that there was that whole convo in the flashback where yuta tells gojo that he shouldn't be a "monster" by himself but then now it's yuta going on about how they need to throw away their humanity bc it's sukuna they're talking about, and that gojo was always the one who had to be the "monster" so now it's yuta's responsibilty.

like isn't that just nullifying exactly what yuta said before?? and i get maybe it's the whole "oh yeah you have to sacrifice your humanity bc that's the jujutsu world." but like as someone who was so adamant about making sure gojo didn't do crazy monster shit, why tf is yuta now using his body as a tool, basically forcing him to do crazy monster shit even in death??

idk man my head is spinning the whole thing makes no sense. and like what difference is yuta using gojo's powers supposed to make?? im still so confused about that...

#[𐐪— jjk spoilers. 𐑂]#[𐐪— asks. 𐑂]#like what can yuta do with gojos technique that gojo couldnt do himself??#maybe i just dont understand jjk's power system #jjk spoilers #jjk leaks #jjk 261

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its-in-the-woods · 2 days

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Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 9

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out. Like why are you even here leave. Hurt/comfort, makeup sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, fluff, and more fluff. Older man younger woman, P in V, biting, marking, possesivness, slight sub/dom if you squint. Sex on a table, Cum eating,

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

I think I may have an ending now. Posts will continue to be 2-3k long. Every other day more than likely. The whole fic will be around 30k words. (Idk things may have gone off the rails and I may be currently rewriting the entire end of this series.)

The day went by relatively quickly, you were grateful that it had ended on time for a change. Sans any fires. You wanted to be home with a bottle of wine and some terrible horror movies. Maybe you’d grab something to eat on the way home. The realization that you were hungry and that the rock in your gut wasn’t so heavy was pleasant. You felt lighter, things weren’t back to normal, but the sting of anger and sadness was lessened. The need to talk to him was lingering. Not sure exactly what you wanted, maybe an apology, but no that wasn’t right. It was an accident. Or was it? You wanted it desperately for it to have been an accident. Mind lingering on Friday, the way he cares for you. The way you craved to hear this voice again. To bury your face against him. You are standing at your car, mind breaking away from your daydream. Unlocking your vehicle you open the car door to flop in when you see Trevor strolling towards you. Part of you wanted to get in and drive away, but instead, you leaned against the car hood. He deserved at least some answers you suppose.

“So should I come over to your place?” Trevor stated his face screwed up with worry. “We can get ice cream, maybe some vodka, rope, duct tape, a shovel.”

You can’t help the smile that comes across your face, “We won’t need any of those just yet.”

Trevor crossed his arms, lips pinched in a tight line as he looked you up and down. “Oh? Did you finally hear from Mister Ghosty”

“Trevor!” You smack his shoulder, trying to come off more teasing but he looks hurt, “He forgot his phone at his place.”

Trevor’s eyes narrowed, “Oh sure." He says dragging the last word, "So how did you find that out? He isn’t supposed to be back here till tomorrow.”

“Leonard pulled me aside at lunch. He told me that Walton had forgotten his phone and was very upset that he couldn’t get a hold of me.”

“Do you believe him?” Trevor had relaxed, but the lines around his mouth still spoke of worry.

You shrug and it was the only real reaction you had. You didn’t have answers, maybe he had roped Leonard into his ploy, maybe he did forget his phone, maybe. There were a whole lot of maybes and not any answers. Until you could see his face you wouldn't really know. Part of you hated how much you wanted to see him.

Trevor stomped a little hands balled up, “That is some actor bullshit right there, but he is prone to leaving his stuff around,” He took a few deep breaths, “I really hope he isn’t jerking you around, cause I do not want to go to prison.”

You sigh, “I don’t know anymore. Maybe this isn’t supposed to be. Like how am I going to cope when the show finishes? He’s going to go back to LA, or wherever.”

“Don’t give up hon,” Trevor says rubbing your arms. “I know this is hard. But I've seen how upset you are over this. You really like the guy and maybe it won’t work, but maybe it will.”

Your phone buzzes and you pull it out of your back pocket, Goggins’ name goes across the screen. Looking up at Trevor, you can see his surprise. You watch the name flash up a few times, your hand resting beside where you had put it on the car. Heart hammering against your ribs, what would be on the other side of the screen?

“Before you open that. I am still willing to find a hole to bury him in” Trevor jokes, a small grin spreading across his face. The tension in him had lifted a bit, maybe things would be okay.

You hit him hard enough for him to say ow. “No mention of body holes. Not yet anyway.”

Your phone is now ringing, Walton’s number popping up on the screen. You briefly wonder if you should just hang it up and leave it. It could wait till tomorrow-

“If you don’t answer the phone, I am going to,” Trevor states his hands twitching, almost grabbing the phone from where you had sat it on the hood of the car.

Snatching it from his grasp you pick it up and answer, “Hey Walton.” You shoo at Trevor who puts his hands up and walks away. The bastard still stayed within earshot.

“Hey,” He says your name into the phone, “I am so sorry. I forgot my phone. I know that is a poor excuse, but I couldn’t remember your number. Smartphones are making me dumb, I remember when I could remember any number. When I see you tonight I will give you my agent's number so you can get a hold of me.”

“It’s okay,” You say turning away to give yourself space from your nosey friend. Cheeks already flushed pink listening to him ramble on about taping his phone to his hand so it never went missing again.

“No, no it’s not okay. I just left you there, then you didn’t hear from me for almost three days. It’s the furthest thing from okay.” He sounds upset, his words muttering together as he tries to explain himself

A small laugh escapes you, “Walton. No. Stop. Listen. Listen to me for a second, you’ve been on a wild few days. We can talk more tomorrow.”

“No. No way. You listen. I am coming over to your place. I want to make it up to you,” He says and you can hear how earnest he is, you bite and worry at your lip.

“Walton my place. Is-” You want to yank at your hair but instead let your free handball up, “It’s just a shoe box. You don’t need to come over.” Your mind plays over his lavish space, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a view of downtown. The apartment you live in is just that, a shoe box, with leaking windows and a view of concrete walls and half-dead trees.

“This one of the few times I am not going to accept no from you.” He states firmly, his voice and tone changing ever so slightly. You feel your breath catch in your throat. The finality of the words makes your stomach do flips.

“Okay,” You say quietly, trying not to let on how much you liked to hear him take charge. “I should be home in twenty minutes.”

“I will be waiting.” He says in a hushed tone, his voice laced with promises that you were eager to see fulfilled.

Your face is blazing red as you turn back to Trevor. He turns his head, hands out in a question.

“Umm-” You try not to be excited but of course you are. “He’s going to meet me at my place. Says he wants to make it up to me.”

Trevor grins, “Oh the makeup sex is going to be amazing!”

You cover your face, and let out a small squeak, “Could you be any louder? Trevor.”

He covers his mouth, “Whoops?”

***

You drive home, faster than you should. But damn it all you were not going to keep him waiting. You also wanted to smack him upside the head, you had been a damn trainwreck. How had you been a trainwreck after two dates? Then again how were you also this excited? Your face still flustered, hearing him commanding you to come to him, that he wasn’t taking no for an answer. The knowing that if you had pushed it he would have relented. Your stomach flips the same way it did when you first kissed him. You were head over heels, ass over tea kettle for this man. Finally, you turn down your street and you have to calm yourself when you see his vehicle parked a few cars down. Parking your own, you turn off the car and take several breaths before grabbing your stuff and getting out.

Walton is leaning against his car, and you hate how relaxed he always looks. He’s moving as soon as he sees you, and you're trying not to make this like some romance movie but you want to run towards him. You dump your stuff on the sidewalk and run to him. Fuck what anyone thinks right now. He comes at the same speed, two of you collide in arms and bodies. You wrap yourself around the stupid man, your stupid man. Holding him against you, you didn’t want to let him go. He held you just as close pressing your head against his chest.

“I hate you,” You mutter into his jacket, trying to feel his warmth but there are too many layers. Hands slipped under his clothes to touch his skin.

You can feel him grinning against your cheek, “Missed you too, sweetie.”

You pulled back and glared at him, “You forgot your phone?”

Walton bites his lip, pulling out his phone from his pocket. “I have it now?”

You groan and grab his jacket pulling him against you, “I still hate you.” You smile pressing a kiss against him. One of his hands finds your waist the other holding your face, you lean into it dragging his lip into your mouth.

“I think we should go in,” Walton mumbles leaning his forehead against yours, your heartbeat pounding against your ears.

“You want to come up?” You tease and he kisses you again.

“Oh I want to do a lot of things,” He nips at your lip before turning back to his vehicle. You walk back down the sidewalk grabbing your purse and jacket. Walton is standing at the walkway leading to your apartment, arm full of sunflowers and a bottle of wine in hand. You walk back towards him, and you can’t help the grin on your face.

“The flowers are beautiful,” You say and he hands them to you, taking your jacket and purse.

“Not as beautiful as you,” He says kissing your cheek, and there you are flushed and happy. It was so easy to fall back into it, to feel how much he wanted to be near you.

The two of you walk into the building, and you comment about there being no elevator. Walton doesn’t seem to mind, and you both walk up the three flights. His hand is placed on your lower back as you ascend.

“How was LA?” You ask, you didn’t want to talk about LA but maybe it be enough to distract from the fact your hallway smelled of old smoke and cat pee.

“It was warm and busy. I love talking about my work. But I also like to have time to myself.” He says as you come up to your door, his eyes always following yours.

“Yet hear you are with me.” You mumble trying not to let the doubt seep into your mind as you push the wooden door into your space.

Walton places your purse on the table, and wine on the counter. You dig out a glass jug to stick the flowers in fussying over them for a minute. You can feel him watching you, turning over your shoulder to see him leaning against your table. Fingers gripping the edges as his dark eyes follow your movements. You finish with the flowers placing them on the table beside him. He is still following you, he looks almost hungry. You stand in front of him, you want him out of that jacket. He pushes himself off the table and moves towards you, the man is all fluid grace and quickness. Hand grabbing at your hip while the other comes up to cup your face. Pulling you so you're flush against him, you feel the air leave out of your lungs. He tilts your head up to look at him.

“All I wanted to do was be -” He squeezed your hip, “right here.” He leans in and kisses you, “with you.”

You flush leaning back up to kiss him again. Part of you hates how easy it is, hates how much you’ve fallen for him. But it would be a cold day in hell before you stopped kissing him. The two of you stand there twisted around each other your lips pushing eagerly against each other. Tongues are tasting and feeling. You feel dizzy and lightheaded. The smell of vanilla and coffee makes you want to crawl under his skin. He breaks away kissing your forehead.

“Should I open the wine?” He asks, you don’t want wine you just want him.

“As much as I want wine,” You say quietly leaning against him lips trailing down his neck. You can feel him shiver as you whisper. “I’d much prefer to have you.”

You pull away and his eyes have darkened, that crooked grin on his face. His hand squeezes your hips, pressing you closer to him you can feel him through his clothes. Moving your fingers grab the zipper of his jacket pulling it down, and at the same time his fingers fumble at the hem of your shirt.

The jacket falls to the floor pretty soon after you shirt, he pulls back moving the flowers onto the counter. He turns back around and lifts you onto the table. Pulling his shirt off of him, you make grabby hands and he obliges. Your hands run over his warm body, tracing the lines of muscles of his back. He growls taking your face in his hands and kissing you so deep, his tongue diving in. The taste of smoke and coffee makes you shiver.

“I missed you,” He whispers, legs pushing yours apart. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You kiss along his jaw, “I wanted to slap you when I saw you.” The honest words sting as they come out, but they are there on the table now.

Walton leans back, eyes moving across your face, “I would have deserved it.” He raises his hand to brush back stray hair from your face. “This, I don’t want this to end.” His words are so gentle, yet the last thing you want is gentleness.

You bit your lip, regretting mentioning it. “I don’t want this to end either. I know -” You pause, “I know your life is complicated, busy, and demanding. But I want to try and make it work.”

He places a hand on either side of you, his hazel eyes looking into yours. “You want to call it what it is?”

You swallow but keep your eyes on him, a million thoughts running rampant through your head, “A relationship, dating?”

Walton breaks eye contact with you a chuckle escaping. He looks back a grin on his face, that stupid face that made your heart pound. “Yeah, a relationship. I know the kids nowadays," His dark eyes follow the way you lick your lips, "don’t like to put labels on things. But I am partial to the old-school ways.”

You grin back, “Well, I am pretty fond of your old-school ways.” You wrap your arms around his neck. FIngers ruffling at the hair on the back of his neck, you are trying your damnest to not just pull him into you.

“Oh really now, and here I was thinking you just wanted to look at me shirtless.”

You let your eyes rove over his body, making sure he was watching you, “If you never wear a shirt again it be okay with me.”

He leans in and pushes you down onto the table, the press of his body against yours making you shiver. He’s working your pants down and like hell are you going to be the only one pantsless this time. You get his belt off, but he’s lifting your hips and sliding yours down. He leans back undoing his buttons and slipping them off his narrow hips. His cock bouncing against his lower stomach. You wiggle yourself down to the edge of the table. Reaching to pull him towards you, he’s catching your lips with his. Breath comes out in short bursts as he slides into you.

You let out a low keen, biting at his lips as you wrap yourself around him. He slides all the way in still for a second, the stretch feels so good as if he was made to fit inside you. Pushing your hips up. “Please.” You whimper, his hands holding you against the table.

Walton didn’t need any more incentive, one arm wrapped around your back and another pressing your head into his. Hips pumping into you, slow steady rhythm, feeling him pull in and out. Dragging at your walls, you hold on moving with him. His teeth run along your neck and down your shoulder. His lips worked over the same marks he left before, worrying the skin back into that sore red color. Nails digging into his back as his hips start moving quicker. You whimper, the pace building heat, you move your hand between both of you to rub at your aching clit. You can feel yourself clamp down around him.

“Fuck,” He growls, moving his head down to suck the top of your breast.

You do it again, rubbing at the sensitive bud, making your inside clench and squeeze. “So close,” You whimper, the speed at which he is fucking you increasing the table underneath you squeaking as you hold onto him. Part of you wondering if the thing will break with the force. Heat builds and you’re so close, you whine and he lifts you slightly changing the angle.

“Oh fuck yes,” You cry out, the change stimulating you just right, you tilt your head back and he is on your throat. Tongue licking and teeth scratching moving right between your breast. He sucks and then bites right there. Your body convulsing as you come. He pulls out and you are trying to get him back in. But he holds you down his hand working at his swollen cock. You let out a moan as he spurts come onto your stomach, your name on his lips as he finishes, eyes rolling as he keeps going until it’s too much. The fucking hottest thing you’ve seen, watching him come unglued.

Eyes open he smirks at you before reaching for some paper towel. You wait until he’s turned around to dip your fingers into his cum and lick it off them. It’s salt and slightly sweet, overall not too bad.

“Jesus,” He groans nearly dropping the paper as he stumbles over to you. You grin and repeat it until it’s gone. Walton’s mouth was slightly open as he watched you clean yourself up.

“You are gonna kill me one day,” He chuckles, coming over to give you lazy kisses.

The next couple of hours are spent naked, kissing, touching, and finding any suitable flat surface to make you both cry out. Eventually ending up in your bed, it’s a small twin but with both of you wrapped around each other it doesn’t matter. The rain has started and you can hear it taping on the old windows.

*I can't believe we are nine chapters in *

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f1nalboys · 2 days

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since you're taking requests.. how do we feel about pegging feat. david the lost boys... i don't think i've ever seen anyone write about that and it's soo sad. missed opportunity imo

anon. i owe u my life. pegging david..... this is so delicious idk why i never thought to write it for him????? hes offcially reached pegging status everyone, thats how u know im down bad for the mf!!!! i had sm fun writing this and it took me way longer than it shouldve to write this amount of words but <3333 i hope u enjoy and thank you!!!

David x AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1281

WARNINGS: nsfw, top!reader, bottom!david, pegging, brat taming, choking, mocking, begging, hand job, threat of edging/denial, david calls reader sweetheart, reader calls david a slut, kinda proofread (yall know me atp)

“Hurry up.” David’s voice comes muffled, but there’s no mistaking the crack in it. You snort, ignoring him as you run your fingertips up and down his spine in a futile attempt to calm him down. He moves slightly, groaning as the strap, which was settled inside him, pushes in further. “Fuck,” he moans and you watch his pale hand grab at your bedsheets. “Just move, Y/N, alright?”

You snort. “Is that how you ask?”

“You’re not fucking doing anything! I just want-”

“Does it seem like I give a fuck what you want, David?” You snap, hands gripping onto his hips and keeping him flush against you. He doesn’t answer besides a strangled noise. “You want me to move, baby?” You ask, voice teasing and soft. It makes a chill go down David’s spine, hearing you say the things he would to you. “Then you better start begging.”

He scoffs. “Y/N, I’m not fuckin’ doing that.” There’s a brief moment where David thinks this is working, that he’s gotten you to break; Your hips rock forwards slightly and he grins, his mouth open as he gasps into the bed. “There you go, w-wait, what? What’re you…?” He feels the thick base of the toy begin to slide out of him and that’s when David catches on. “No!”

David’s hands reach backwards as he sits up onto his elbow, blindly grabbing at whatever part of your body he can reach, desperate to keep the toy inside him. You smack at his hands and he whines and you know he's finally where you’ve wanted him the last hour. “Use your words.” You whisper and he groans, annoyed, but you pull out another inch and the annoyance falls away, devolving into panic.

“Okay, okay,” he spits out quickly and you pause, a third of the strap left inside him. David cranes his neck back to look at you and in the light of your lamp you can make out the fresh tears that were brimming in his eyes. A few years ago, the very sight of him like this would have had you apologizing, trying to make amends. But now, after all your time spent with David, you knew this is what he wanted. Despite his attitude and his clenched jaw and his biting words and his general antagonism, what he really craved was to be used. The way he treated you was exactly how he wanted to be treated, and you had earned his trust to let it happen. “Please, sweetheart, just… just move, okay? Don’t pull out.”

You tilt your head at him, tsking. “That’s all? Really? I told you to beg and you give me that?” He narrows his eyes at you but keeps his mouth shut, knowing that you wouldn’t hesitate to pull out. “Try again. If you fuck up this time, we’re done.” You pout, voice dripping with mock concern as you reach around and wrap your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, ignoring the way his elbows buckle. “And that would suck, wouldn’t it? Poor baby, doesn’t get to cum.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You willing to bet?”

“Fuck, okay, fine.” David grunts, eyes fluttering shut briefly at the feeling of your hand around his aching cock. “Y/N, baby, please. I need it so bad, alright? You got me, shit, don’t stop.” As he begs, your hand picks up speed, thumb brushing over his tip each time. You pull a shuddering breath out of him and you feel a bead of pre-cum against your thumb and it’s like the dam breaks. His voice is cracking and high pitched, his hips moving involuntarily, pushing the strap back inside him. “Shit! There we go, just like that. Holy fuck, I can’t… I need you to move, please, baby. I wanna cum, I… I want you to make me cum, okay?

“You can take it all out on me, I swear. I’m an asshole, yeah?” You hum in agreement, still not moving your hips despite the sight of David fucking himself back on your strap, taking almost every inch. You want to, but then he wouldn’t learn his lesson. “Then fuckin’ make me take it. Shove my head in the pillow and make it hurt.” He says, his blue eyes darkening ever so slightly. He holds your gaze, a single tear slipping down his cheek. “Please.”

Your hips snap forwards harshly, plunging the silicone toy back into his hole. He grunts, head falling back onto the bed, eyes squeezed shut as you set a steady and harsh pace. “This what you wanted?” You grunt, leaning over him and placing your hand on the side of his face, shoving it further into the mattress. “God, you’re so fucking dirty, you know that baby? Just a slut, isn’t that right?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m your slut, fuck,” he moans. Your hand is still wrapped around his cock and you stroke him in tandem with your thrusts. The position is perfect for David; he’s feeling you all around him, overwhelming each of his scenes, giving him nothing to focus on but this. You move your hand from his face, bringing it up the nape of his neck to tangle in the bleach blonde roots, and you tug. He whimpers as he listens, shakily forcing himself up until he’s leaning back against you, your hand making its way around his neck.

“You close?” He nods desperately, grinding back against you, whimpering with each thrust. His cheeks were red, tear stains drying on his face, his eyebrows threaded together, and that same smug grin on his face. “Maybe I should stop, ya know? Edge you instead of giving you whatever you want all the fucking time.” Your thrusts get harder, your hand around his throat tightening. His eyes widen, smile faltering but you can feel his cock twitch against your palm, now slick with his pre cum. “You’re such a fucking brat, all the god damn time, I shouldn’t fucking reward you.”

The more you talk about denying him, the closer he gets. In times like this you felt more in tune with David's pleasure than your own, and how could you not? He was loud, whether he was giving or receiving, constantly moaning and grunting, filthy words flowing from his lips, and you’d have to restrain him to get his hands off of you; it was almost impossible to ignore. “So fuckin’ close, there we go, Y/N.” He grunts, voice hoarse from the grip you still had on his throat. “I need it so fuckin’ bad.”

Nipping at his earlobe, you whisper. “Come on then, slut. Cum for me.” You pull back in time to watch his eyes squeeze shut, his pink lips part into a long drawn out moan as he cums, your hand dropping from his throat. Your thrusts slow down as he spills over your hand and you coo into his ear. “There you go, sweetheart.”

“Shut up.” David says sheepishly, out of breath, as he begins to come down from his orgasm. He settles back against you and sighs, grinning at you. “That was fuckin’ good.”

Grinning, you kiss him on the lips before trailing the kisses down his shoulder. “Alright, let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” He nods, hissing as you pull out of him. The two of you clean yourselves up and settle into your bed. “Thank god we didn’t stay at the cave; the guys wouldn’t let you live all that down, would they?” You tease, looking up at him from your spot on his chest. He snorts, cigarette loose in his lips, a glint in his eye.

“Trust me, they’ve heard worse from you.”

#f1nalboys masterlist #f1nalboys writing #f1nalboys works #the lost boys #david the lost boys #david tlb #david the lost boys x reader #david tlb x reader #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #tlb david #tlb david x reader #tlb david x y/n #the lost boys david x y/n #slasher #slasher x reader #vampire x reader

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Hi! I’m not sure if requests are open and really sorry if not! But just in case they are, would you consider writing fat!Joel? For whatever reason, I’ve always had a thing for fat bodies on older men. There’s just something so sexy about the way they weigh down on you and add all this extra pressure while you fuck, and when they’re taking you doggy style and drop their belly over your ass/back, it’s something else. I just imagine fat!Joel being not necessarily ashamed of his weight, but not expecting to be desired for it either, especially not by someone younger like reader. And she’d just love burying her face under his belly while she sucks him off or getting pressed down on the mattress by his weight or grabbing at and biting all his extra fat. Idk it’s really specific but I just feel like it gives off Joel vibes and nobody really writes that sort of thing for him beyond him having a slight dad bod. Either way, thank you!! ☺️💕

BABE LEMME TELL YOU. let. Me. Tell. You.

I love fat pedro character fics. If you're not familiar with @beefrobeefcal who writes SO MUCH of exactly what you just described, PLZ CHECK HER OUT BECAUSE SHE STARTED IT ALL AND GOT ME HOOKED. and that being said yes 100% I have been thinking about writing a fat joel fic for months now.

Something that I'm probably going to write soon is a sequel to the Mother Who Provides fic where Joel gets a little too indulgent in stealing extra breast milk, thus getting fat, and reader takes him for a complete over indulgence and gets him fatter, belly stuffing, slapping, jiggling, cock sucking and worship, until hes just completely bulging, bitch you name it. I'm doing it.

Anyway, yes. Yes. And yes. 100000 times yes. I want to give fat!Joel a go, and I love what you wrote because MMMFFFFFFF just to feel his weight crashing into you and suffocating underneath him with his powerful bod... 🥵🥵

Also, my requests are always open...just not always quick. I've got requests from February still sitting in my inbox that I want to write but haven't had the zing for. So if anyone sends something in. Just know it will be either responded to in 10 minutes or 10 months... 😗. But I've kept them safe and have many many many thots built up. Just can't write as quickly.

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pancakemolybdenum · 4 months

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@josuyasuweek-2024 day 4: travel abroad / competition / bodyswap

a run-in with an enemy stand user on a trip to america!

#josuyasu #josuyasu week #josuyasu week 2024 #background is a real street corner in nyc from a photo my friend took hehe. idk where exactly but theoretically you can go there #also i dont have the energy to make a fully fledged enemy stand user. they can swap bodies thats all #its a reuse of silver chariot requiem you say? so what araki reuses powers all the time get off my dick #lovisas art #josuke higashikata #okuyasu nijimura

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lgbtlunaverse · 11 months

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I cannot stress enough how MINOR of a petpeeve this is and how this is an interpretation that i'm comfortable with other people having even if i personally do not but I've noticed in a lot of 3zun fics, if jgy is holding smth back- generally his own feelings because his natural reaction to conflict is to make it Go Away and so if his emotional needs are the potential source conflict he will simply Not Look At Them.- That between nielan Xichen is the one who's worried and presses for comunication and Mingjue is like "Meng Yao is an adult if there was a problem he'd say so."

And I get why this is done, because nieyao's communication is generally atrocious and Xichen is the Gentle One who'd want to make sure a-yao is okay. So I get it. But. Canonically. The person going "I know a-yao, we trust each other, I don't need to ask him, he'll tell me on his own terms." is Lan Xichen and the one going "If Meng Yao doesn't want me to know something he WILL hide it from me and i'll have no idea because he's just that good at lying" is Nie Mingjue. And in a healthier nieyao dynamic, as these fics work under, that knowledge would not lead to automatic distrust but rather a desire to check in, to go: please remember that I value your honesty more than whatever you think you would burden me with by telling me what's going on.

Xichen also wants honesty and open communication ofc but his reaction to conflict is also to make it go away as fast as possible and he feels like saying it constantly feels accusatory so he wouldn't. If he asks if something is ok and a-yao smiles and goes of course er-ge checking again if it's really okay would be implying he was lying the first time!! He's showing his trust in him!! This is really refreshing if you're constantly assumed to be untrustworthy and meng yao appreciates it so much and it works really well 95% of the time but when it doesn't? Oh boy.

#examples of where that goes wrong *points at canon*#mdzs #3zun #nie mingjue #lan xichen #meng yao #jin guangyao #nieyao's communication is bad because they're going 'i CAN'T figure you out and so there's no point in trying'#and not because they think they understand the other perfectly #that's xiyao #who fall into this trap because they DO actually know each other better than almost everyone else #and so are completely blind to the few things they don't get about e/o #nielan can also do this #but it's more complicated cause i feel like they consciously DECIDE not to know each other sometimes #because they hold responsibilities to other people they must prioritize over each other. like so much canon nielan is wrapped up in duty #but idk exactly how that would translate if they did make the conscious decision to prioritize their relationship #and this post is about the yao-corner of the triangle and how they both interact with him so. will reserve those thoughts for another time

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aesnawan · 2 years

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Lightspeed travel makes Grogu sleepy

#do you ever feel like 'wow i made so much progress with my art' but you are not exactly sure you like where your style is going?#idk #not sure if im happy #anyway i love those two so much #i miss them #star wars #star wars fanart #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanart #mandalorian #din djarin #baby yoda #grogu #my art #aesnawan

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rist-ix · 8 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/rist-ix/749015401700229120 not you reblogging this when you ship bloom with the man who murdered her family 😭

Bloom's into ppl who slay! Hope this helps :3

#alright snark and ship wars aside i get where you’re coming from tho #if you're genuinely interested in my thought process here i would love to elaborate #which is exactly what I’ll do!#first of all! the post you linked is about headcanons #which my brain kinda wants to put into a whole different category than ships — fandom ships in particular! — but i can leave that aside #because there IS an argument to be made that relationships are an extension of characterization and personality traits #if you wanna go that route i would wanna explain that Bloom's and/or Valtor's interest in the other is in fact based on canon #(even though I don’t really think ships need to be established in the source material. make shit up that’s what fandom is for #1) the Andros episode speaks for itself. Valtor specifically tells the Trix to back off because HE wants to be the one to fight bloom #2) the episode before that he asks questions about her (and only her; even though he has more powerful enemies to worry about)#demonstrating curiosity about and interest in her #3) that same episode (or the one before; can’t remember) is their infamous first meeting #where time LITERALLY slows down as the pass each other on the stairs #they get IMPACT FRAMES #the whole color palette changes!!!#idk about u but I eat that shit up. love the drama of it all no one does it like them #I’m gonna skip all the instances where Valtor is spying on Bloom through his little scrying spell because oh god who has the time #let’s go straight to Bloom #if I had a week I would not be able to collect all the moments where she growls his name in pure fury and single-minded determination #she gets a little bit obsessed with him over the course of the season and I personally think that’s very sexy of her #Bloom is known for her tunnel vision when it comes to her past and origins and Valtor's existence fits PERFECTLY into that #it ties in neatly with her overarching story of the past 2 seasons #literally PERFECT foils #which always makes for the juiciest stories #4) she singles him out for a duel in the museum episode #5) she can literally feel his presence #6) the mere mention of his name sends her into her weird faux enchantix #of course there’s no romance in canon but there’s TENSION AND CHEMISTRY which is all u really need for a ship #all their animosity and bad blood is what makes it so INTERESTING to wonder how they COULD work. it’s the spice that makes for good fanfic!

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little-lost-canary · 1 year

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Uhhhh I feel this speaks for itself. Sorry?

#ghost art #ninjago #like I loved this show so much as a kid #then we stopped having cable after like season 3 so I could no longer watch it #there was a hot minute with the movie #idk if this is an unpopular opinion #but I liked the movie #I thought it was really funny #anywho you should know where this is gonna be going by now #I’ve got opinions #& I’m gonna make a damn super complicated AU that rewrites the entire plot for them #yes I know it’s not cannon #I’ve studied that god awful Lego cannon so hard specifically so I would know exactly HOW I was gonna throw it away #anywho this is a part 1?#it’s where I’m starting #there is a backlog of crappy stuff in my poor book that is now going to see the speckled light of day #this is for you @definitelynotyourcousin #you better see this June or I’ll end your puny life

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sugaggukkie · 1 month

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Back from the dead for more kpop opinions no one asked for but I have to share: Le Sserafim at Coachella edition:

You would think the way people online were talking about this set, the girlies went on stage and BOMBED. I was prepared to watch the worst live set I’ve ever seen. INSTEAD. It was so fun?????? Like incredibly undeniably extremely super fucking FUN!!!!!!!!!! I literally can’t believe the shit yall say on dolly parton’s internet about this group.

Firstly. Since the SECOND I got into kpop all I have seen is endless debate on the overuse of lip syncing and vocal smoothing and loud backtracks etc etc etc and I have always always always been on the side, as someone who has seen quite literally hundreds of live sets, of LIVE. VOCALS. I want to hear breathing I want to hear cracks I want to hear imperfections I want to hear actual singing from a real live person standing on stage. Were their vocals perfect? Obviously not. Were they still giving it their all, dancing at full energy, and putting on an insanely fun show???? YEAH GIRL. Not one person on planet earth bar beyonce can dance at that level and give absolutely flawless vocals and for the energy they were expending the vocals still sounded fine and most importantly, conveyed the emotion of the set they were going for. It was high energy! It was hot and fun! It was a party! Of course they’re going to yell and scream and hype up the crowd and run around, THANK GOD THEY DID.

Secondly, if I had watched it and the crowd hated it and the energy was bad and everything was awkward and weird that’d be one thing. But the ENTIRE time everyone in the crowd was losing their minds, screaming the girls’ names, and SINGING ALONG!!!!!!!! The energy was so good and fun and you could tell everyone there was having a blast which in my opinion is the absolute 100% nonnegotiable most important part of a live set.

Thirdly, I’ve watched all of their encores, other live stages by them, and I feel like I know what they sound like live in general and this was actually truly leagues better than they’ve been in the past and that wasn’t because their vocals were worlds better, they were definitely improved but not by like A TON. what actually made this their best performance I’ve ever seen was how fucking fun the entire set was and how you could tell what they practiced was their actual stage presence and the show they put on and it PAID OFF!!!!!!!!!! The entire thing was just so enjoyable to watch and I truly didn’t want it to end because you could tell they were having so much fun and really working the crowd.

My favorite parts were eve psyche in English, the bit about going out for a drink but then realizing eunchae and kazhua are underage, the live band, THE NEW SONG!!!!!! WHERE THE HECK IS SAKI!!!!!! and of course “Coachella shake some fucking ass”

In conclusion, you guys don’t go to enough live shows, don’t know anything about what makes a performance good, love to be miserable, and hate having fun. I on the other hand, who love to have fun, love talented young ladies putting on a great show, and love live music for all its flaws and imperfections, had an absolute blast watching this set.

#text #if you want a boring show where the artist stands perfectly still to deliver flawless live vocals that sound exactly like the recording #go somewhere else #if you want an exciting show with fun girlies throwing an absolute banger of a party #go to a le sserafim concert #it’s a fucking KPOP SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kpop is about being fun and hot #guess what le sserafim have in spades #if there’s one thing I’m going to do it’s get online and defend girl groups performing at western music festivals #loved BPs set last year loved newjeans set at lolla last year #loved le sserafims set this year #idk I think you all would be happier if you just enjoyed how rare and exciting it is to get a fully fully truly live set from a kpop group #in 2024 #that shit is practically unheard of #and it HAPPENED #LOVE YOU LE SSERAFIM PLS TOUR AMERICA THIS YEAR SO I CAN GO SEE YOU

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