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profounddefendorcrusade-blog · 1 month

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I feel bad for Starlo.

Star has a point, idk what the four were ticked off about, there is like 99% chance everyone willingly participated in the trolley problem, based on what we've seen of his behavior thus far it's not like Starlo to be that big of a jerk/drag them by force/yell at them to do it. Ed's words:

he does it because Star asks NICELY

clearly jealous

It genuinely seemed like a fun time/fun roleplay, especially since every day is the same. Like, the five are supposed to be a rowdy and adventures bunch, what exactly did Starlo do wrong, I'm genuinely confused and curious. Except taking a big liking in Clover (his posse should know that this is a big moment for him, according to Blackjack they've known each other since high school and had the same liking for westerns. So they were basically a nerd gang.) Starlo was kind, patient and considerate towards Clover the whole time, even warned Mooch about them not being bandits, taught Clover gun safety, wanted to bring his posse along for a fun time, thanked Ace for telling him about getting Clover a new hat...

Sure, at first he only liked Clover for being a human, but as Ceroba says, that changed and he grew to genuinely care about them, plus I can't help but think Star saw himself in Clover and that's part of the reason he was so proud of them all the time even when they messed up (I'll talk more about this at some point)

What exactly made Ace want to leave the gang? He even said how he doesn't mind "getting run over by the fake train"

he's so nice. says sorry for forgetting the safety goggles even when he was scatterbrained due to his excitement. I love him so much

The only real "faults" (I'll call them temporary faults) I saw in Star during the Wild East section was that he was even more enthusiastic and more proud than usual. But how couldn't he be when he met a member of the species that he has admired for so long because they have real cowboys and sheriffs on the surface (who are seen as brave heroes who deliver justice, while Star canonically feels like a nobody farmer). His posse should have realized Clover wouldn't be there forever and just let their boss enjoy himself with his "deputy who'd have to leave sooner or later anyway"(or be more patient with him/ask him why he feels this strongly towards Clover/if there's a deeper reason for that). His friends including Ceroba just turn their back on him so quickly instead. The moment he's gotten the chance to feel valued for once and put himself first and not have to take care of this whole town and everyone in it and live his dream of meeting a real human, suddenly "his personality is damaged?"

Star's literally built this whole town, organised everything, he worries about everyone, Ceroba (plus was the one to give her emotional strength before and after Clover's sacrifice), Kanako, the monsters, his family, struggles with feelings of worthlessness yet never wipes that smile off his face, always does his best to be hopeful and optimistic and make others laugh, gave his posse a nap time so they don't become exhausted, gave Ceroba a free home, didn't act upon his feelings towards her and was a 110% supportive, caring friend instead. THAT'S who he is. He's the papa bear of this friend group, the glue holding everyone together.

He was just *really* excited. Y'all know he's insecure and just wishes to escape who he is and yet y'all blame him for liking Clover so much. Yeah, the four are very clearly jealous. But why won't the four of you control your feelings for a while? As mentioned, Clover WILL HAVE TO LEAVE EVENTUALLY. They won't be Star's "deputy" forever (the kid who's just as into westerns as he is, who values justice just as much, who also values doing the right thing. Someone he clearly felt understood in the presence of, whom he loved; just look at the way he talks about Clove during Showdown). Star seems genuinely confused of what he did wrong poor guy just wanted to live his fantasy for once and feel important:

Even at the beginning Moray's like "oh no Martlet is upset" Mooch replies "don't be a buzzkill nothing exciting ever happens around here" and Ray's like "Yeah you've got a point"

If you all agreed to have a little fun with a human who will very soon leave forever why is Starlo's enthusiasm such a big problem? If the posse weren't into this after all (unless they were simply too jealous which could have been solved with a honest talk and a little patience) why are you doing this "rowdy" job with Star in the first place? Do you want your boring routine day to day life so much back? Or just for Clover to leave (which they will soon enough)? You, western enthusiasts, literally met a real human, A HUMAN FROM WESTERNS YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE PASSIONATELY INTO (clearly not as passionate as Star but passionate ENOUGH to understand where he's coming from).

... okay.

#Like idk if I'm being biased because Star is my favorite character but I kinda just started thinking more and more about this and... yeesh.#Felt like a BIT of an overreaction to blame Starlo this much #No wonder he cracked #and unlike with Ceroba we actually see him do his very best to “fix” what he did “wrong”#i feel so much sympathy for this guy man #WAY more than for Ceroba #sorry fox lady #uty #undertale yellow #starlo uty #uty starlo #like dude literally had to come crawling on his hands and knees for them to forgive him #what “loyal” “supportive” friends they all are #sobbing for star #poor poor man #meanwhile everyone forgave ceroba for much much MUCH worse #she didn't need to burst into tears and beg for forgiveness even though she SHOULD have #everyone forgives her immediately on the spot + she gets a hug from clover #I'm sorry Starlo #like how was he “selfish” and “reckless”#he did something for himself for the 1st time in his life #y'all are reckless too btw #you put yourself first ONCE and they call you selfish #Star had the right to be mad at them for attacking Clover for no reason other than jealousy #wdym he's throwing you around for human business you literally wanted this #he watched the tapes more than 50 times bc that's how much he hates himself #and yet he's still been doing EVERYTHING in his power to be there for EVERYBODY

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camgoloud · 2 years

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one thing that’s been on my mind a lot recently is the fact that ianthe is reusing the old third house lyctor’s rooms… like did she just choose to do that because the old rooms were shiny and full of sexy portraits, etc., or was the mithraeum just a one-set-of-living-quarters-per-house-no-guest-bedrooms-sorry situation? if the latter, literally what was john going to do if the house heirs all ascended at canaan house like he wanted them to? the main reason this has been on my mind a lot recently is that i’ve been unable to shake a series of cursed thoughts about a universe in which things go according to god’s plan and silas and mercy are forced to become the world’s most dysfunctional pair of roommates, thus in turn forcing all the other newly-ascended house heirs to live with the fallout of this godawful situation constantly spilling all over the mithraeum common areas, which—even setting ASIDE the whole ‘experiencing paralyzing guilt and grief over their dead cavaliers’ thing that they’d also be dealing with!—is possibly an even worse outcome for them than the one from the canon timeline where they all just fucking died violently lmao

#imagining silas and mercy interacting is literally making me lose my mind. they would fucking HATE each other #of course this universe would also entail augustine-abigail and g1deon-judith having to share too but i feel like those pairings would #go over slightly better. abigail and augustine are of the fifth they’d be passive aggressive to each other but they’d act civil in public #and g1deon would probably just ignore judith tbh because as annoying as she can be she doesn’t know about the one (1) topic that actually #gets under his skin so i don’t think she’d get anywhere trying to get a rise out of him #but SILAS AND MERCY on the other hand #they would both constantly be on their knees before john begging him to consign the other to hell #the locked tomb #silas octakiseron #mercymorn the first #honestly i think what would happen is that augustine and palamedes would make it through about 3 weeks of constant shrieking/sobbing/#performative praying/attempts on the part of silas to exorcise mercymorn or mercymorn to murder silas before augustine would SNAP and pull #a dios apate minor singlehandedly to keep john busy while palamedes went and murdered silas for real

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eyestrain-addict · 6 months

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Honestly very generous of Louis not to tell Daniel about the times I'm certain Lestat got down on his knees and BEGGED Louis to let him hit. Not even just during the years claudia was gone, like any time at all.

#if they ever get to tvl i want louis to be like “i care for u and dont wanna see u get murdered by the other vamps. but i dont wanna be in #a relationship with u either.“ and really makes lestat work for it #i wanna see louis with his legs and arms crossed and lestat on his knees- chin on louis' knee and hands on his thighs- BEGGING #ya know that one video where the guys like “anD I LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT *sounds of sobbing so hard he vomits*”#thats what i want lestat to be like #for MY vampire queen #lmao #lmfao #iwtv #interview with the vampire #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #loustat

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bunicate · 2 months

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seeing da most delish tags with the incest + blowjob + daddy kink + spanking combo jus for it to be for g*jo s*toru >_> i will defeat him

#he is my sworn enemy #i fall 2 my knees everytime #dnt u fink kento would be much better suited ??? sobs sobs snifls #i need to be SAVEDDDD ! !#pwease m begging #I litrly can’t stand him #wud i have sex wit him . .#mimi will not answer #i wud nvr fold #idc if he’s 6ft . . wit big hands and big pretty dicc nuh uh #i dun care if he’s FUNNI either ! !#idc if his voice is nice eitherrrrrrr #˚｡⋆୨ 𝓫𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓼 ୧˚

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aftout · 1 year

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An Actual Delve into JD’s Fashion and Design

Hi! I started this post in a completely different way but when I went to save the draft Tumblr had a complete meltdown, so I’m a bit pissy about that! Oh well!

I wanted to make a genuine post addressing the choices made for the costumes and outfits shown in Juliette’s Draft, because while a lot of it is admittedly eye-candy there are a few columns that characters can fall under that provide visual narration regarding their societal position. While I won’t be discussing every possible subculture (because, hey, it’s fashion! And that changes from person to person!), there are a few Main Ones that pop up consistently throughout the story’s entirety, and I’d love to gush about them under the cut!

The Aristocracy

“Marriage A-la-Mode: 2, The Tête à Tête”, William Hogarth 1743

When it comes to period-accuracy, the Aristocrat lifestyle is as close as it gets. Consisting of noble families and the wealthiest of the wealthy, Aristocrats live comfortably and almost in ignorance of the struggles going on in the world beneath them. The fashion is rich, gold lace trims and silky smooth fabrics, expensive and modest. Men clothe themselves in deep, darker colors whereas the women wear creams and soft pastels. Corsetry is never exaggerated, the heels of a shoe never longer than an inch, and the makeup is kept dainty and light. Perfume is used yet not abused, floral scents (typically lavender) are most popular.

Though they statistically take up only a minority of the population, most of-- if not all-- of the social norm is catered towards their comfort. They are typically viewed as icons of inspiration: the outcome of living a successful and fulfilling life. This is ironic since pretty much all members of the aristocracy have their origins rooted in nepotism, making their lifestyle near unachievable to others.

JD EXAMPLE(S): Juliette’s parents, Dr. Elliot Hobbes and Ms. Danaye Lambros, are members of the aristocracy; making Juliette aristocratic in origin. The Frankenstein family is also a (notorious) example of an aristocratic lineage.

Industrialists

Industrialists are, to put it simply, the working class. They take up a majority of the population and live pretty much as expected. Though not nearly as wealthy, their fashion standards replicate that of the aristocracy’s. Men of higher status in an Industrialist space tend to wear suits, whereas the women wear loose fitting dresses that are easy to move around in. Corsets are uncommon, and if they are used barely any sort of lacing is done. Bright pastels are uncommon in Industrialist fashion, but deep reds and greens are popular choices. Shoes are barely heeled at all for efficiency, and makeup is scarce; perfume even scarcer (though it isn’t unheard of for daughters to receive a small vial of perfume as a birthday gift when they turn 21).

The one thing an Industrialist yearns for most is to be taken seriously. This is the reasoning to why they seem to walk in the shadows of the aristocracy. They mirror instead of deflecting, preferring to follow orders and walk in line with what society wants to prevent “stirring the pot”. An Industrialist may try to view their jealousy towards the more fortunate as encouragement to work twice as hard by the same rules, instead of questioning the rules completely.

JD EXAMPLE(S): The Morlock family is the staple image for what a successful Industrialist household looks like. Filby Morlock is a successful business man who has strict beliefs in orderly behaviour, and many of his relatives follow.

PURISTS/NATURALISTS

Though only a small subsection, Purists/Naturalists maintain mostly the same status as Industrialists excluding their vocal distaste for industrialism as a whole. They dress in loose, flowing clothing; usually in blues and whites to resemble clear skies. Most Purists/Naturalists live in the countryside and refuse to engage in any sort of factory work; usually taking jobs as teachers or artists. It’s a form of revolt, a protest against machinery and a belief (stemming from fear) that the concept of humanity is getting lost in smog and metal.

JD EXAMPLE(S): The Eloi family are strong Naturalist activists, actively protesting the use of factory work. Basil Hallward also comes from a Naturalist family, though his beliefs aren’t quite as strong.

Steampunks

Original Illustration of Jules Verne’s Nautilus engine room

Steampunk is a widespread political movement that applauds and glamorises the industrial revolution. It’s Industrialism but exaggerated by a tenfold, firmly believing that humanity can and should actually go even further with the machinery. These ideologies are expressed by loud, public displays of outlandish inventions. The slogan for the Steampunk movement is “Bring machine to the human, and humanity to the machine”. Some Steampunks gain massive traction and money for their inventions from sponsors; richer, usually anonymous inventors/researchers who wish to see the movement’s fruitions without public involvement.

It’s accessible to all; most Steampunks being minorities in one capacity or another. There is a prevalent distaste for the aristocracy’s ignorance and the oppressive forces set in place from others in power. Steampunk fashion is very much centred around the concept of androgyny and/or breaking the norm. One usually shows skin and wears tight clothing, the idea being that our bodies needn’t be covered in shame, for no one cares about a machine’s “modesty”. Goggles, cog-shaped jewellery, makeup resembling tar smears or soot, and gas masks are just a few popular Steampunk accessories. More extreme Steampunks may coat their teeth with metallic dentures. Common colors are browns, blacks, golds, and coppers; though this isn’t a rule set in stone and can be bent to any degree.

JD EXAMPLE(S): Penny Tinker is the most obvious example I have of casual Steampunk. Dr. Emit Pendulum is an example of Steampunk extremism, where their appearance and demeanour is altered to make them seem almost uncanny-- nearing robotic. Lady Cog is another extreme example, coating her arms in metal to give off the impression that that’s what she’s made out of.

Glampunks

Portrait of Marie-Antoinette painted by Jean-Baptiste Gautier Dagoty, 1775

Glampunk is a subculture of Steampunk. Though the ideologies heavily align, Glampunk fashion is less accessible in nature due to its femininity and how costly it is. Glampunk takes heavy inspiration from Marie-Antoinette’s extravagant wardrobe.

It’s a direct mockery of the aristocracy fashion scene: with tight-laced corsets, exaggerated accessories, exaggerated makeup, exaggerated heels, exaggerated... well, everything. Another prevalent theme in Glampunk is sexuality, where showing skin in a sexy instead of neutral manner is done frequently. Short skirts, stockings, and showing cleavage are common outfit elements. Dying one’s hair in flashy colors is also not unheard of.

JD EXAMPLE(S): Gillie Tine is a good example of Glampunk, going as far to being a direct parody of Antoinetts’ execution. Other examples would be Duchess Josiana and Lady Brandon.

Progressives

The name is somewhat ironic. Think mad science. That’s literally the simplest way to put it. Progressives pride themselves in scientific advancement, whether it be at the expense of themselves or others. Though any scientist can succumb to this, Progressives have a very distinct look to them. Modified lab coats with potential disregards for safety, leather gloves, fancy eye-wear, and tons of decorative vials are the go-to. A Progressive may also cover their face in some aspect, medical masks being the most common. The whole gist is to somehow maintain a sense of anonymity, most Progressives going by aliases.

You tend to know a Progressive when you see one, if you see one at all. What they stand for tends to be extremely immoral and illegal, so coming face to face with one in the wild is usually a sign that you need to run.

JD EXAMPLE(S): The Love Doctor, The Tooth Fairy, and Dr. Dagny Faust.

Gothic and Romantic

“First Class: The Meeting… and at First Meeting Loved,”by Abraham Solomon, 1854 (bottom)

In the context of Juliette’s Draft, these two are less standalone political statements and more popular aesthetics that sneak their way into pretty much everything; so I feel like it’s worth bringing up.

If something is Gothic, it focuses more on the macabre and supernatural aspect of things. Blacks and reds are the most common colors found in gothic fashion, with bat, spider, rose, and skull motifs being popular. If something is Romantic, there’s an undeniable appreciation for the beauty of the free spirit woven into the subject matter. Romantic fashion doesn’t have as much of a distinct look as Gothic fashion, but within literature it is extremely prevalent. These two can even intersect with one another, creating Romantic Gothic: a neat mishmash of the two; arguably less supernatural-focused than pure Gothic.

JD EXAMPLE(S): Dr. Codrin Dracula is an example of someone being casually gothic. Lucy Westenra is an example of Gothic Glampunk. Henry Clerval and Justine Moritz both cater to Romantic world-views, though it’s driven by heavy themes of revenge.

#PLEASE SHOW THIS POST SOME ACKNOWLEDGEMENT I SPENT AN ENTIRE HOUR AND A HALF ON IT #IM BEGGING. PLEASE LOOK AT MY ANALYSIS. MY DESCRIPTION.#IM SOOOO OUHHHHHHHHHHHHH PLEASE. I EVEN PROVIDED IMAGES. IM SORRY THAT NOT ALL OF THEM HAVE SOURCES SOBS #IM SORRY THAT IT'S NOT A JOKE ABOUT A GOTHIC LIT MAN'S DUMPY IM (ON MY HANDS AND KNEES) PLEASE LOOK #my writing #Juliette's draft

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silverselfshippingchaos · 13 days

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UGGGGHHHHHHHHH

#ash rambles 💚#skunk time 🦨#it's like theyre adding every single possible character from fates into feh EXCEPT for s.hura #theres some characters i'm actually excited about like c.andace #BUT SERIOUSLY?!#WE'RE GETTING ALL THOSE LOSERS FROM FATES AND NOT S.HURA?!?!?!?#I'm not trying to be a hater here #and good for you if you're excited about the fates banner #but i want my man!!! its been 7 years since this stupid fucking mobile game came out #7 YEARS.. AND NOT ONE ALT OF MY MAN...#I NEED HIM.. SOBS... PLEASE... INTSYS PLEASE I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I'LL BEG I'LL DO ANYTHING #JUST GIVE ME MY SKUNK MAN...

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dandyshucks-moving · 6 months

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i go crazy go stupid for soft stomachs... body hair... noses... soft and strong arms... AUGHHHH

#dont mind me im just THINKINGGGG SO HARD #u can tell. u can tell. when u look at art of my man shirtless. sobs. i love it all sm #i just want to see it more. theres not enough of it in the world #can we all collectively just agree and recognize that body fat is hot. and body hair. blease. begging on my hands and knees OTL #IM SO SAD THAT THIS ISNT A COMMON OPINION. WHERE IS THE APPRECIATION FOR THE HUMAN BODY #AWAAAAUGGUHH #okay okay im done sorry im having a moment looking at my own art rn DHDJDKSL #dandyshucks

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little-nobody · 2 years

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send me your IT and/or Stranger Things heacanons right now

DONT JUST LIKE THE FUCKING POST!! BLOW UP MY ASK BOX!!

YOU CAN EVEN JUST ASK ME FOR MINE AT THIS POINT PLEASE I'M SO LONELY AND BORED

#stranger things #it movie #stranger things headcanons #it headcanons #PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU GUYS I AM ON MY KNEES #I WANT YOUR OPINIONS RIGHT NOW #i'm gonna loop the reeses puffs x wii shop until i get an ask #sobbing into my hands rn guys #DONT JUST LIKE THE FUCKING POST #GIVE ME ALL IF YOUR SHIT RN

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fairy-angel222 · 2 months

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“𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍’ 𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 !”

—how the jjk men punish you

ft. gojo, geto, choso, toji, nanami, sukuna

cw: smut, overstimulation, choking, recording, degradation, praise, spanking, edging, toy use, mommy kink, daddy kink, squirting, crying, double penetration

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 ✮

Gojo’s a pleasure giver. But he can’t help it if pleasure turns to pain. So when you make him real mad, what else to do but to fuck you till you’re crying. Shaking, begging him to give you a break. Pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your aching cunt with no remorse.

“P-pleasee Sat-oruuu, ‘m sorry-yy.” you cried with a hiccup. “I can’t t-take it. ‘M close again and i-it hurts.”

“It’s all your fault baby. Couldn’t just be a good girl f’ me now could you?” Landing a harsh slap to your overly sensitive clit making you mewl loudly.

You were a mess. Your cheeks stained black from the running of your mascara. The sides of your swollen red lips filled with drool at your constant cries.

A choked scream escaped your lips when Gojo reached down to rub your clit. Your hands flying to his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand away. “Toruuu— uh uh, ‘s too s-sensitive,” you sobbed. Your boyfriend scowling as his other hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

“Unless you want your punishment to be worse, you better behave.” he growled out into your ear. You whimpered as you let go of him, the pace of his thrusts speeding up along with the movement of his fingers. “There we go, good girl.” he cooed.

The coil in your stomach was painfully ready to snap. Your eyes rolling back for what felt like the millionth time and your sobs becoming one with your moans as your body shook. Your pussy clenched down hard on his cock as you squirted, Gojo’s hand rubbing messily at the wetness between your folds.

Gojo laughed darkly, “Seven outa seven times you’ve squirted huh, three more to go and i’m at a new high score.” Lifting you onto your hands and knees despite your tear filled whines of ‘no more.’

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 ✮

Geto’s pretty mean sometimes. When he gets mad he loves to humiliate you. Fucking your throat with a camera in your face, calling you the most degrading names. Then making you watch it when you’re done and threatening to make it public if you ever disobey him again.

“Say hi to the camera slut. Tell them how much of a stupid fucking girl you’ve been,”

You only whine in response, your eyes welling with tears as Geto pushed your head further down on his cock. A loud gag sounding from your throat as your nose pressed against his pubic region, your nails digging into his thighs as you ran out of oxygen.

You let out a gasp for air when Geto roughly pulls your face back up, the camera zoomed into your spit coated chin, your flushed cheeks, and your glassy eyes. His palm landing on your cheek in a hard slap with the sinister tilt of his head. “ Ready to tell them why you’re here like this?”

You hiccuped, biting your lip at the sting flowing through your face. “‘M a bad girl who doesn’t obey instructions.” you whimpered, looking up through wet lashes as Geto smirked down at you. “And ‘s my fault ‘m getting punished.”

“Good girl.” Going back to fucking into your parted lips, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he brought himself to release. Pulling you off of him and spilling his cum all over your face. “Now smile for the camera.”

And you did as told, giving the camera a small smile as the thick white substance dripped onto your exposed chest.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ✮

Spanks you till your ass is red. Making you count each one and starting again every time you pulled away or reached back to grab his wrists.

“Fort-yy,” you cried, your ass sore as your boyfriend soothed his hands into your flesh. A smile on his face as he nodded in approval. “You did well.”

Then to “reward” you he’s stuffing his cock into you, fucking you sweet and slow till you’re moaning his name. Your head falling back at the feeling of his fingers on your clit.

He fucks you just how he knew you liked it. Until your moans were getting louder and your legs started to tremble. “Ahh— Kentoo, ‘m close,”

Only to smirk down at you when he kissed down your neck, stilling his movements and pulling out of you as you clenched round nothing.

“Sorry sweetheart, bad girls don’t get forgiven that easily.” Walking away from you and leaving you whining with need. Your poor cunt in desperate need of a release.

Nanami’s expression doesn’t change when you beg him to finish the job. Sitting down and sipping his coffee as you attempted to rut your clit against his thigh. “K-kentoo please.”

“If you make yourself cum you get forty more.” he warned, watching as you whimpered pleadingly up at him. Your lips forming into a pout when he ignored you “You’re s-so mean.”

“Should’ve thought about that before you disobeyed me.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 ✮

Toji’s even meaner side comes out when he’s angry, and he loves making you cum till you pass out. But not with his cock.

He leaves you tied to his bed, a gag in your mouth and your hands and legs bound to each corner of its frame. A vibrator strapped to your sensitive clit with a smaller one in you against your g spot.

“W-wait daddy don’t go— pl-ease don’t leave me like this.” you cried, the older man only smiling before gagging you again, waving goodbye before exiting the house.

The toys pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your poor body, your chin covered in your spit and tears. You couldn’t even feel your legs as they trembled, muffled screams falling past your lips as your pussy gushed onto the bed, again.

Your body spasmed, eyes shut tight as you attempted to pull your hips away from the vibrations on your clit. A defeated sob sounding in your throat when you were stopped by your restraints.

At least two hours went by, and your entire body was numb, your eyes struggling to stay open and your breathing heavy as you continued to swallow your tears.

When Toji gets home you’re already gone, the sheets underneath you soaked as you lay limp in the position he left you. Your legs still quivering with your wetness flowing uncontrollably out of your red, swollen cunt.

Toji smirked to himself, that should have taught you a lesson.

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 ✮

When you make Sukuna mad, he stuffs you full past your limit. “Kuna— don’t think it can fit. ‘S too much.”

“You better fucking take it. Since you wanna be so bad, i’ll make it fit.” Bullying both his cocks into your tight cunt, stretching you wide as he bottomed out in you.

You sobbed loudly, nails digging into his arms as you adjusted around his thick girth. Your head fuzzy and your tears not stopping as he chuckled darkly into your ear. “There you go.”

His hand reaching to wrap around your neck as he forced you to take him deep, your lips parted in silent choked mewls at the fullness. You’re letting out loud cries when he started bouncing you on him, his grin never falling as he thrusted up. Groaning deeply at how hard you tightened down on him.

When you get used to the sting you’re a moaning mess, your head thrown back as you filled the room with your noise. Legs trembling as Sukuna’s cocks both rubbed against your gummy walls.

“F-fuckkk— Kuna ‘m close.”

Sukuna scoffed. “This is a punishment, ya really think i’d let you cum?” he laughed loudly, eyes darkening as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Think again.”

Speeding up his pace until you were screaming, the coil in your stomach painfully ready to snap as you let your tears fall. “Pl-ease Kunaa. Needa cumm.”

“Yeah? Does my girl wanna cum that bad?” watching as you nodded with a whimper, pressing a hot kiss behind your ear. “Want me to let you cum?”

“Y-es— please.”

“Aww, well that’s too bad, if you cum you’ll never feel any of my cocks in you again.” he warned. A broken whine escaping your throat as your toes curled. You definitely wouldn’t last.

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 ✮

Choso is nine out of ten the one under you. But sometimes you make him really mad. And he punishes you the way he knows best.

His fingers on your clit as he lapped up your wetness, his face drenched in your slick and his eyes hazy at your taste. Your hands tied to the headboard above you as you tried to close your legs.

Choso whined into you. “Behave mommy— you always make me take my punishments, time for you to take yours.” His muffled voice against your flesh sending vibrations through your clit.

“Ch-oso— baby, you know am sorry, that’s enough.” you cried, your legs shaking as he sucked on your sensitive clit. “Choso,” you whimpered, “please baby- mommy can’t take it.”

He smiled widely, “That’s the point.” His hands hooking even tighter around your thighs. “Plus,” he groaned, “You taste sooo good.” Curling his tongue into your hole as you clenched down with a mewl.

“Gonna cum again mommy? Cum all over my face? Your pussy’s so sloppy.” he moaned, messily fucking you into you with his tongue. Your cries loud as you screamed his name incoherently.

Moaning as your sweet pussy gushed into his mouth, swallowing it down with a satisfied moan as he felt himself cum in his sweats. Again.

“‘M almost done mommy— promise.” he chuckled.

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bigfatbimbo · 3 months

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on my knees begging for some Lucifer smut. Hes such a dork I need him biblically 😭

OMG LITERALLY SAME I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WANNA EAT HIM UP 🫶🫶

anyways i’m obsessed with him so i’m gonna do nsfw hcs and a little drabble at the end bc bestie i need him too

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❀˖° So let me just say, if been a long time since he’s gotten laid so he’s probably so nervous about it.

❀˖° I could see him being a switch but never really a hard dom, more of a sevice top. Like when he tops it would be all about your needs.

❀˖° He definitely loves, probably prefers, when you take control and treat him. He loves feeling cared for it’s so sad.

❀˖° Has a huge praise kink, giving and receiving. He just likes to know he’s doing well.

❀˖° “good boy” “pretty boy” “pretty baby” are his favorites because he really wants to feel appreciated by you.

❀˖° If you call him on of those during sex he’ll probably whine on the spot because he’s just pathetic like that.

❀˖° Intimacy while doing it is a must. Like please hold his hand when you tell him you’re close. He wants to feel as connected to you as possible.

❀˖° I’m pretty sure Lilith canonically pegged him so… yeah he’s very into that. Being fully taken care of by you while you’re fucking your strap into him.

❀˖° He’s the king of hell and he’s probably very stressed all the time so not having to think or make decisions would make him very happy.

❀˖° When he tops, I feel like he also praises you a lot. I also don’t see him being too dominate and rough.

❀˖° His style is definitely more gentle and caring as he fucks you. He fucks you like you’re made of porcelain, not wanting to break you and only wanting to let you know how perfect you are.

❀˖° I don’t think he’s extremely kinky but I do think he’s SUPER VOCAL. Have you heard his voice? he just sounds like he whines.

❀˖° If you praise him too much he probably tears up under all the attention. Lovingly fucking him and telling him he’s perfect? He will actually cry.

❀˖° When he goes into subspace he’s actually so cute. He just begs you to tell him how well he’s doing and that you love him. To the point where he doesn’t even understand anything else if it’s not praise.

❀˖° Also very sweet during aftercare! Definitely makes breakfast for you the morning after.

“Just like that baby, you’re doing so good for me,” you cooed as you rode lucifer into what be another orgasm of the night.

“My love, nngh, please,” he whimpered and threw his head back. His face was puffy from crying and his hair was in shambles from all the attention.

“So pretty like this, sweetheart. So pretty, letting me use you as a toy,” you smile as he lets out a broken whimper from the praise.

A tear rolls down his cheek and he lets out a soft whine when you roll your hips and pick up the pace.

You lean forward and breathe into his neck, “you’re doing amazing, Luci, you’re taking it so well.”

He half sobs and arches his back. You pepper kisses all over his tear-covered as your hands lovingly trace his body.

“Please…” he whispers pathetically, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Please what, baby?” You say sweetly as you continue to milk him dry with your pussy.

“Please,” his brows furrow tightly as if he’s trying to remember how to speak under all the pleasure, “please let me cum.”

You smile and ride him faster, starting to loose composure yourself now.

“Whenever you want, Luci,” you sigh and let your head fall slightly back as you feel your own climax approaching.

Lucifer whined loudly and bucked his hips up into your cunt.

“My love, nngh,” he moaned uselessly as his eyes filled with more tears. You picked up the pace and Lucifer arched into your touch, chasing his orgasm.

“Good boy, making me feel so good, baby.”

That was his breaking point. With your climax following soon after, he moaned loudly, finally releasing and falling back onto the mattress, chest heaving.

“Oh my goodness,” he panted, “Th-thank you, my love.” He shut his eyes and softly smiled, exhaustion finally setting in.

“You did amazing,” you say softly, leaning down to kiss his cheek before picking yourself up off of his overstimulated cock.

His eyes fluttered open slightly when he felt your hand slowly tracing down to the base of his cock.

“But we’re not done yet.”

a/n: real men say ‘oh my goodness’ after an orgasm

remember that

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #dom reader #hazbin hotel smut

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dashiesplashie · 8 months

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That feeling when you want to MERGE and BECOME your ✨favorite character✨ but NOTHING in your wardrobe SCREAMS them and neither does your personality

#I just want to be Amy Rose #please let me be her #I’m begging #on my hands and knees #sobbing #shitpost #fandom #fictional characters

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tojisun · 1 month

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!! nsfw; poly 141 ; sexting; fem reader

price gets a video, a measly six-second thing, from ghost.

he's used to getting all sorts of messages from his lieutenant, but a video has never been a part of them.

it was always soap who sends them videos upon videos—saved videos of things that make him lose his shit or links that are his new turn-ons. price even gets personal messages from the fella; sometimes it's his sergeant venting in lilted scottish, sent to price's personal number on a drunken whim, and sometimes they're videos of him pleading.

"sir, please... wanna cum."

kyle is still getting used to the dynamic. he's still a little shy, hesitant, although he seemed to be getting more bold in text. more pushy. descriptive.

then there's ghost. he is a whole different beast from the other two because instead of begging, instead of putting price above his own pleasure, he backs the captain into a corner, pushing him close to the edge with little taunts and teases.

price remembers the first time ghost has done it. he sent the captain a picture of a lacey panties hanging off of ghost's jean pockets, the rouge of the soft material drawing price's eyes to the distinct tent in his lieutenant's pants, leaving his throat dry. he remembers fisting his own cock at the image, mind running because of ghost's anecdote—

"you would like her."

john had never cum so fast when masturbating, and yet there he was, twitching on his office chair, chest heaving as ragged rasps of breaths passed through his clenched teeth.

"your girlfriend's got a good taste," price had messaged back.

"and me?" was what ghost replied with.

"you already know," price sent. then, "you always know how to make your captain proud."

that correspondence might have been what pushed ghost to keep sending more messages. more taunts. more teasing images that had price rubbing himself in any smidgen of a private corner he could find because simon was never one to disappoint.

so this video had set john's blood on fire, heat scorching from his spine and pooling towards his twitching cock. hairline fractures fill the sides of his phone's screen, leaving rainbow lines filing his eyes at every reflection of the light.

ghost had always liked to share you to him. price knew for a fact that simon had never sent pictures of you to the others—"need your permission first, sir."—but he also thought that simon had drawn the line there. that while he was eager to share snapshots of your pretty little lingeries or the way you marked up simon's tanned skin with deep punctures of what john knows must be straight teeth, simon was not going to indulge john any more.

and yet.

he feels his lungs burn. trembling fingers reach to play the video.

the sound of your squealed moans bouncing against the walls was what he registers first. ghost has you on your knees, and john traces the way simon's got a chokehold on the back of your neck. john watches as ghost uses it as a leverage, tugging you back to his cock—his pelvis is pressed flush against the fat of your ass, and price feels his gums throb with the need to sink his teeth into your flesh at seeing the ripples of your fat bunch up against the bulk of simon's muscles.

"si! si!" you sobbed, muffled as you have your head burrowed into the pillows. your hands are useless by your sides, limp and incapable of even fisting the sheets.

"s'right," simon's voice echoed from behind the screen. "show cap'n how you love moanin' my name."

simon's mention of john has him jolting, his breaths stuttering once again.

he thought this little thing they have was a secret. a dirty, little, desperate secret that only he and ghost had the privilege of knowing. the immorality of it had always pushed john to his orgasm faster than his every rub, and he thought that it would all change the moment you know.

but this is a better treat.

it's a feast.

because john sees it for what it is—a promise.

the video ends, reminding john how short it really was. but he is addicted, unable to let go now that he's been given a taste of what will be.

the next time he replays the video, he's got his erect cock in his hand.

he snaps a picture of his cum-filled palm and sends it to simon. he writes, "show her what she does to me."

it takes twenty-three seconds for simon's reply to come in. it isn't a message but a voicenote—"am i a good girl, cap'n?"

"yeah," john records himself say. "so, so good f'r us, doll."

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sorta pt 02

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #john price x reader #john price smut #john price x simon riley #cod smut #suns #im so active today because i dont wanna do my shit ogmrwoipw

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prinnysnuckpastfen · 11 months

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How do I put into words the emotions that persona 3 makes me feel

#idc if you play the game or watch a lets play or watch the movies PLEASE everyone im begging you experience p3 #like actually on my hands and knees oh my god #i thought after seeing the game i woukd be fine #no! finished the movie and sobbed like a baby!! again!!!

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 2 months

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“Kuna, p-please slow down!”

You had your face buried in the pillow, your ass in the air as the king of curses thrusted into you steadily. You could feel every inch of him sliding along your sensitive walls. It felt super intense from the angle.

Sukuna scoffed at your pathetic whines.

“Calm down, woman. I’m going slow enough as it is.”

He grabbed a handful of your ass, groping you as he continued to rock his hips back and forth. You sniffled into the pillow, desperately trying to hold back tears. You knew that Sukuna wouldn’t hurt you, but it still felt extremely overwhelming. You just weren’t used to a size like his. He was fucking huge. To think that this was considered ‘slow’ to Sukuna. Your cheeks flushed as you tried to imagine what something rougher would feel like.

Sukuna gave an experimentally harsh thrust. The tip of his cock slammed into your cervix.

You squeaked from the sensation, the air getting knocked out of your lungs as your whole body swayed from the movement.

“A-ah!” You let out a pathetic sob as a tear slipped down your cheek. You hid your face into the pillow, holding onto it with your hands. Your knees were dipping into the mattress firmly.

“Are you crying down there, witch?”

Sukuna didn’t sound amused at all. He actually stopped inside of you, slowing to a pause as he awaited your response with a shocking amount of patience.

You let out a huge breath of air which you didn’t realize you had been holding in. Your smaller body was trapped underneath Sukuna’s. You desperately tried to regain some composure while the break lasted.

“S-sorry!” You stuttered. “I can take you…Promise-“

You really wanted to please the king of curses. Ever since you had accidentally summoned him, he made it clear that he wanted to have sex with you. The submissive part of your brain found the idea very appealing. You wanted Sukuna to fuck you into oblivion. You didn’t care if there would be some pain involved along the way.

You gasped into the pillow instantly when Sukuna’s cock twitched inside of you.

He sighed.

“Such a dramatic little thing you are,” he scolded. “You can’t even handle it when my cock twitches.”

Sukuna pulled back nearly half way, before pressing back into your tight pussy. You could physically feel the way that your walls parted for him. Your legs were shaking as you tried to hold the position. Luckily, Sukuna was being rather gentle with his movements.

“Take it, woman.”

Sukuna’s voice was gruff and low. He sounded like he was threatening you. You whined from the tone of his voice, pushing your ass back against him in an effort to take more inside obediently.

Sukuna smacked your ass roughly, before squeezing it once more. He chuckled as he began to pick up the pace.

You gasped from the intensity, your poor pussy struggling to keep up. You kept involuntarily clenching around Sukuna’s throbbing erection.

“Kunaaa,” you whined into the pillow. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, you didn’t even know what to beg for.

Sukuna growled out of frustration, putting one foot up on the bed so that he could thrust into you even deeper. You yelped loudly from the new depth, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head.

Sukuna grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your face into the pillow.

“Shut up and squirt for me, little girl.”

His voice sounded dark and menacing. It made your gut twist with arousal. You could practically feel him in your stomach from how deep he was thrusting. And that name he called you triggered your daddy issues. You gasped and cried as your body betrayed you, convulsing around Sukuna’s cock. Your juices coated his erection just like he asked. Your walls kept convulsing and spasming as you achieved your orgasm. Your juices even began to drip onto the sheets.

Sukuna smirked.

“Such a dirty little whore, huh?”