#humiliating for him this even got published tbh

[doingbad]

Sherlock Holmes in The Sign of the Four

#sherlock holmes #acd canon #sign of the four #He is SO confident and SO behind every step of the way #loses watson loses the treasure just a mess the whole time #humiliating for him this even got published tbh #petty move on watson's part

[mamayan]

🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃

Shigaraki Tomura x Fem! Reader

Good girls should just stay home, lest something goes bump in the night.

cw: NSFW • Implied Murder • Implied Serial Killer • Consensual Non-Consent turned Non-Consensual • Noncon • Dubcon • Abuse • Fingering (F) • Oral (M) • Deep Throating • Rough Sex • Attempted Murder • Hair Pulling • Degradation/Slight Humiliation • Dacryphilia • Yandere Themes • Kidnapping • a little OOC • This story possessed me and basically wrote itself • Barely proof read tbh

wc: 7k+

Something must be wrong with you.

Or at least, that’s what you imagine the world would think if anyone knew what you were doing.

The room was dark aside from the blue glow of your computer screen. The black web browser with red lettering almost ominous as your eyes scanned the consent form again. It was a consent form just to access the full website, on the surface serving only as a dating type of situation for the BDSM community. Beneath it though were layers deeper than what the simple description actually provided. You only found out about it through a deep dive into multiple sub-threads of Reddit. It was a basket case of crazy, the majority of information or advice, but you managed to dig up one reliable looking source.

This website you were currently on. L@ce&R0pe.com happened to provide a wide variety of goodies, from sex toys to actual published books on shibari, there wasn’t much you couldn’t find. Except like all websites not swallowed up by the deep web, there was never any section like the one you wanted so desperately.

Except this one, because your mouse didn’t hesitate to shift and hover over the drop down section for MEET, where you could link up with real people for whatever your heart desired really. You trailed down to NEW FRIEND, and clicked. A new tab opened, this one themed differently than the main website. It was light blue and pink, almost like a baby shower, except the only thing on the page was a single drop down menu, and clicking it made your head ache. There were thousands of options, but thankfully it was organized alphabetically, so you could easily scroll mindlessly until you hit the C section.

You found what you wanted, clicking it as your chosen option and hitting GO.

The screen changed, this time it looked similar to a dating profile fillable. You worked quickly, efficiently even, as you typed all your information in.

Not your name or address, nothing silly like that. Just your measurements, your favorite foods or beverages, the color of your eyes, your hair color, your height, and even the style of your nails. It asked if you liked to brush your hair everyday, how often you showered, what shampoo or body wash you like. You answered them all, as invasive as they soon became, you never wavered. What brand of deodorant do you use? How often do you clip or file your nails? To what length? Do you shave your pubic area? How often? What style? How many sexual partners have you had? Where have you had sex? Which hole do you prefer? Are you a crier or a screamer? Does blood turn you on? Do you like physical or mental pain more? Have you ever been raped before?

They got more personal and physiological as you answered. You felt hot and stuffy despite the window being open and the cool autumn air blowing in. You kept answering even as your throat got tighter and unease nestled into your clavicle.

Do you want to know who your new friend will be?

This time you do hesitate. Knowing would make it feel safer. Knowing would give you some semblance of control. Knowing would be the smart choice.

You clicked “no” and submitted the form, sealing your fate as your hands shook and adrenaline pumped through your veins.

You set the date for October 31st. Now all you had to do was wait and show up.

A notification hit his phone, lighting up the screen as cigarette smoke billowed around him in the back alley. A quick glance was all he needed to unlock and fully see the entire screen. The leather of his jacket rubbed against the brick he leaned against.

Halloween was probably the best time for such fun, crime rates skyrocketing and parties being loud and wild really left a big gaping hole for any type of heinous activity to occur. He grinned as the information poured onto his screen. His dick already becoming painfully hard as he read all your supplied information. You liked breath play, having someone spit in your mouth, even being slapped around. He was always amazed by the lack of shortage for sick freaks like you, but then again, he was one of them too. Licking his top lip, tongue piercing flicking out to rub against his cupid’s bow, he clicked “ACCEPT” on the notification. He had all your information, the when and where, and your adorable little comment of “Please don’t degrade me.” What more could he ask for? His smile is sinister in the low light off the neon sign of the bar, casting a purplish hue on his skin as he chuckles and shoves his phone away. Flicking his cigarette butt onto the dirty ground, he cracked his neck and knuckles before going back inside to finish his beer and round of pool with his friends.

He’ll see you on Halloween. He might even dress up a little for the occasion.

It’s cold.

It’s nearly November so you hadn’t expected warm weather necessarily, but it seemed chillier than usual despite your fairly insulated dress.

You dressed up as an angel, the irony not lost on you at all but it felt fitting almost for the occasion. The pristine white looked off in your surroundings. It was nearly midnight, but despite that the sidewalk of the park was filled with a fairly regular crowd of people passing through, on to the next party or home to sleep off all the alcohol. Really, you weren’t too out of place, in your white stockings and black heeled boots, the fluffy ruffled white babydoll dress that barely covered your ass or tits and the wings which were strapped around your shoulders and jutted out behind you. On your head was a slim clip which was attached to a white shiny halo that seemed to float above you, only a thin wire keeping it up. You’d at first felt a little exposed passing children going home for the night after trick or treating, eyes of judgemental families which you ignored boring into you, but now it was time for the adults to have fun. You’d already passed a plethora of college students or older dressed even more scantily than you, making you feel better, safer, out in the park you’d chosen. You’d chosen 0300 as your designated meetup time, but specified you’d be early in case they wanted to start sooner. So here you stood, under a streetlamp that illuminated you in a yellow glow, making you seem even more angelic despite the ominous darkness surrounding you. You were busy playing on your phone, scrolling mindlessly and trying not to appear too excited. Or scared. You figured it was a combination of both, the arousal and fear bleeding into one very specific but unnamed emotion. Tapping your boot to a rhythm only you could hear, the night drew on and another hour passed. The droves of people passing didn’t dwindle, but it was always a group, never a single individual which you hoped was your new friend. It was almost 0130 when you felt watched, goosebumps rising on your skin as you realized someone must be looking at you. A quick glance around showed no one though, and after ten minutes your hope dissolved into disappointment. It seemed your friend wasn’t an early bird.

“Hey,” a raspy, deep voice speaking almost directly into your ear, startling you enough to elicit a yelp. You turned, eyes landing on a dark clothed chest and trailing up to a hooded face you could barely make out through a mess of blue hair. His lips look a bit chapped, a small scar decorating a corner, but his teeth are white and straight as he smiles a grin that causes shivers to shoot down your spine.

…maybe your friend was an early bird, just not as much as you.

You take a step back, stuttering stupidly due to your overactive nerves and the earlier shock of his sudden appearance. “H-hi…um,” the stranger tilts his head, eyes still not visible, dark hoodie baggy on his frame. He looks a bit thin, like he wouldn’t have a lot of strength, his jeans having some strange splattering of fake blood or something on them. You lick your lips, heart ready to leap from your chest but not quite ready for the events to unfold.

Or maybe you were very ready.

“You’ve been standing here for hours,” he comments nonchalantly, hands moving to shove inside the large inner pocket on his hoodie, “Aren’t ya tired of waiting for your boyfriend?” His question is a bit confusing, and when you glance around you, it dawns that there’s no one out right now. When had the crowds dwindled to nothing? “I don’t… have a boyfriend…” you had clearly stated that online too, so he already knew the answer to your relationship status. Was he just teasing? Keeping this as realistic as possible? It made you a bit pleased. You fiddled with the ends of your cute frilly dress, exposing a small portion of your skin and garter belt which kept your thigh high socks up. His eyes tracked the motion, lips pulling up even higher making his smile menacing. Dangerous. “That so?” He asks, but it doesn’t seem like he’s too interested in a reply as he steps closer, his beat up sneakers so silent on the ground it’s a little unnerving. Since he’s playing along so much, it feels wrong for you to not reciprocate.

“What do you think you’re doing, creep? Stay back,” You hope he’s not offended by the name, figuring it wasn’t too mean or odd of a thing to call him. Your firm stance and defiant gaze make him pause, head tilting again but he’s quick to recover and laugh. It’s less of a sexy and deep chuckle like you expected, and more pitched and giggly. It’s almost creepy to hear from a grown man. Like a child from a horror movie laughing. “Creep? Yeah? Guess I am, but you know what?” His head lifts, and since he’s more centered under the tall street lamp, when he looks straight at you, two red eyes flash. “I’m a lot fucking worse than your average dumbass creep,” you jolt when he lunges at you, hand outstretched to grab you. It’s instinctive how quickly you turn and run, adrenaline helping you shoot off into the park where no light but the moon shined down. This is what you wanted, you chant to yourself to stay level headed enough to not truly panic. This was staged and as safe as possible. He’s not actually going to hurt you. You’d be fine, albeit maybe a little sore tomorrow morning. You shut your mind off and focus on running, though your speed wasn’t great in such cheap and unstable boots, roots and random objects on the ground constantly tripping you up.

You looked like the dumb girl in the horror movies, tits practically out of your low cut revealing white dress, strapless white bra damn useless and more for show than any real support or push-up. You huffed, digging in your heels when you heard a few twigs snap behind you, feet carrying you faster as you realized he was gaining on you quickly. He didn’t shout and you didn’t scream. The chase was exhilarating, your mind becoming fuzzy as your lungs burned for more oxygen. You hadn’t planned a chase, really leaving it all up to fate and your new friend, but this was perfect.

Until fingers tangled tight in your hair and yanked you completely off your feet, your shoes and legs going out in front of you as you landed gracelessly on your ass. Then an intense burning in your scalp erupts, a hiss of pain and a whine escaping as you slide over cool damp foliage, senseless grumbling coming from the stranger as he drags you into a deeper more secluded section of the park, away from any and all prying eyes. Not like anyone gave a damn. “I-it hurts!” You feel childish for crying, tears pricking your eyes but the burn was worse than you imagined truly, soft hands coming up to try and pry his fingers off.

He has a grip of iron apparently, not the least bit phased as he sighs, hauling you up and tossing you in front of him. You land weirdly on your left shoulder, a shock of pain numbing your mind as you heave for air and roll over. When you open your eyes, you’re face to face with him. His hood pulled off, shoulder length blue hair now tied back and up into a little bun while some stray pieces frame his face and forehead. Your eyes adjust to the darkness as they take him in.

He’s young, maybe early twenties, with pale skin and dark bags hugging beneath his scarlet eyes. He’s got a beauty mark just below his lip on the right side, the scar you saw earlier on the other. He’s not hard on the eyes, cute even, but the strange air around him makes the close proximity fill you with anxiety. His eyebrows are thin and sparse, but he cocks one with a smirk. “Not gonna scream for help, crybaby?” The nickname makes you realize tears are streaming down your cheeks, you blink them away quickly, shaking your head and trying to find your words again. “I—uh, do you want me to?” Wouldn't screaming just make it more likely for someone to call the police? You figured a little noise was fine, but screaming seemed counter productive.

His eyes widened a bit, confusion painting his features as he crouched down more comfortably on his haunches to get a better look at you.

He’d been watching you since you got to the park. A single party in this sort of place always sticks out like a sore thumb. You looked more ready for a porno than a costume party, from behind the view of your ass indescribably arousing in your short little dress. It was both a slutty and innocent look you pulled off well, at least enough to make him riled up, cock twitching in agreement within his pants. He shamelessly rubbed it through his jeans, caressing the hardening length and letting you watch with glee. Your face made him snort, amusement evident as he chuckles and squints. “You like this, little freak?” You looked like you did, he notes. Your wide pretty eyes, still a little teary and red at the ends, showed your blown out pupils. You looked to be more star struck, not terrified like any normal girl chased through a park and dragged into a little corner between some trees to be out of sight. He watches you swallow hard, lips parting before closing as if you aren’t sure what to say to that question. “Fuck, you’re cute,” he grins, “a cute little slut who stood out at night all alone as if begging for someone to come along and do something nasty.” You release a tiny yelp as he meanly shoves you back, straddling your upper chest with his thighs as he hunches over you, looming ominously above with wild eyes screaming for chaos. “Good thing that I came along, huh? Make all your nasty little fantasies come true.” He watches you gasp as he presses his fingers against your lips, confusion evident on your face but you aren’t really putting up much of a fight as you open and let him slide two in. “Nasty fucking girl, look at you, when you don’t even fucking know me.” He chuckles, and while he’s teasing you mostly, he is amazed. You looked erotic as hell right now, little angel costume all wrinkled and a bit dirty from the earth below, pretty face a bit stained with mascara that had run a little from your earlier tears. You weren’t wearing the waterproof kind it seemed. Lips bitten and chewed on, plump and glossy from whatever glittery shit you swiped on them earlier now wrapped around his digits as he dug around in your warm wet mouth. “Suck on them, slut,” he orders, his smile dropping and face becoming more serious as you hurry to obey, a strange trepidation building in your gut. He groans as he feels your tongue wiggle and swirl, pumping his fingers a bit now and enjoying the little bleats you release when he chokes you a bit with them. “Wonder if you’re soaked down here~” he hums, leaning back a bit and yanking his fingers from your lips, wiping the excess saliva across your cheek and huffing a laugh as your features wrinkle in distaste. His hand moves behind him, easy access to your cunt due to the frilly dress hiked up almost around your waist, revealing cute soaked white cotton panties he growls at the sight of. “You really suck at putting up a fight, crybaby, but I think I heard somewhere that girls get wet when scared too…” those red eyes flick back to your own, "You scared?” He asks, almost softly. He watches you breathe, chest struggling a bit under his weight but your hands curled into the fabric of his hoodie, not pushing him away. “A little…?” Is your shaky response, and he wonders silently if you’re an idiot or just a pervert. You might be both, because when he lets his thumb dig into where your pussy lay poorly hidden, you moan for him and spread your legs wider. You make it even easier to search for his desired location, your swollen bundle of nerves. “O-oh—!” Your head falls back, little halo becoming a bit misshapen as it gets flattened to the ground, he tsks, fixing it with his free hand as he thumbs your little clit and watches you mewl and writhe beneath him, pleasure clearly visible on your face. Your hips buck and wiggle, body pinned beneath his and unable to get away or closer like you desperately want for more friction than he’s providing. “P-please,” you can’t help but beg, hoping your new friend is merciful enough to make you cum and not simply edge you all night.

It’s the pouty expression which makes him nearly feral, his grin spreading wide again as he keeps working his finger on your clit but his face closes the distance between your own. His lips just barely graze yours, and you are all too happy to part your lips and give him a sloppy kiss back, his own tongue finally slipping into your mouth where you suck. The smooth muscle in your mouth and the saliva dripping from it drive you wild, hands now dragging him closer and trying to make him do more for you. The heat spreads slowly however, his pace not changing, and despite his slim build he’s much stronger than you. You aren’t able to take any more than what is given, huffing in exasperation and groaning when he places more force before easing off. “S-stop teasing…” you whine against his lips, which were much softer than they look. He smirks, airy chuckle felt more than heard as he shakes with a silent laugh, “how can I not, you’re such a rare find, I plan to take my time with you.” He kisses you hard to silence whatever whines you planned to release to make him give you more. Instead he forces you into a slow building orgasm that leaves him having to pin your wrists above your head lest your clawing rip his skin open. He works you gently and cruelly into it, loving how you gasp and choke for him, eyes rolling back while you shake almost like you’re possessed and soak through your panties. “There you go, heh, normally I wouldn’t bother to take my time with whiny bitches, but you’re more obedient and sweet than I first assumed.” He whispers into your ear as you come down from the mind blowing high, body limp and pliant like dough now. The insult from him brings out a little whine of protest, teary eyes looking at him with almost something akin to betrayal.

“I-I don’t like being called mean names…I said so online too,” he pulls up finally, the chill of the night attacking full force on your now exposed cunt as he brings your panties up to his nose to inhale. His eyes narrow, almost into slits as he pulls them back and shoves them into his hoodie pocket. “Oh yeah? You post that shit on your social media or something? Sorry, I don’t really use those trash platforms. I have a Twitch stream though,” he acts like this is the time for a regular conversation, even as he unbuttons and unzips his jeans, yanking them down his hips to pull his cock free. Your eyes go wide, mind a bit blank and missing something, in favor of looking at him pump his length lazily. A trail of blue curls like on his head travel from his navel to his groin where it spreads out a little, the color a bit darker as it goes lower. He’s not one to shave it seems, but your eyes focus on his cock, average in length but girthy with a tip that curves up almost perfectly. It looks like a cock someone would sell as a dildo at a sex store. It was pretty, admittedly, as a few pearls of pre-cum dotted the tip and spilled over as he slowly worked it above you. “Hungry?” He jokes, but when you nod he grits his teeth and bites back a moan, the night truly more unexpected than he thought. “Open up then, crybaby.” He thankfully didn’t call you a bitch again, crybaby the less of the evils and more acceptable of a petname for your preference as you open your lips and awkwardly lean your head forward. “No need to lean up,” he mumbles, shifting until his knees now rested by your shoulders, tip just in your mouth and his forearms on the earth above your head. He’s looking down at you, and you lay back down as he works his cock in your mouth. He’s going to fuck your mouth, you realize a bit late, the position so easy for him to hit balls deep in your throat and prevent you from running just from his weight alone. You’re pinned to earth, the scent of crisp autumn becoming mingled with the musky masculine odor the stranger had clinging to him. Something smelled of iron too, but it was fainter and didn’t bother you too much, not when he seemed determined to suffocate you with his cock. You jerk a little, teeth accidentally grazing his cock and his hiss of pain alerts you that you’ve hurt him. He pulls up and out of your mouth, glaring ferociously as he looks down at you with contemplation. “Sorry—! I’m not used—,” the words leaving you mouth go unfinished as you’re suddenly looking away and down, confusion wracking your mind before white hot pain erupts across your face and you cry out in agony.

He watches with a cool nonchalance as you whimper and cry, holding your inflamed cheek and looking at him with teary eyes filled with questions. The sight doesn’t help his hardness, your face swelling a bit from the force of the blow already, but it was still arousing how you cried for him so easily. “Don’t bite my fucking dick and I won’t hit you, clear?” He’s grabbing you roughly by the hair again, yanking you up and no longer in the mood for that awkward position as he stands and pulls you to your knees. This position at least gives him a good eye full of your tits, shaking from your little trembling as you’re made to look up at him. His angry reddened cock next to your injured cheek is a sight for him, his hand gripping his shaft and slapping you lightly on the cheek with it, his hand in your hair preventing you from turning away even as you whimper in pain. “Okay, we’ll try this again, crybaby. Open.” You do, even as tears run like waterfalls down your face, mascara smeared and making a pathetic sight for sore eyes of you, you let his cock enter your mouth once more.

Because you’ve never been more aroused.

Your stranger isn’t nice, pushing hard and deep into your throat immediately and gagging you. You’re careful with your teeth, jaw already burning and aching as he locks his arm and hand, strands of hair tearing out as he works his hips into your face at an uneven pace. “Stop fucking moving,” he growls, stepping even closer, blocking any and all exits and forcing you to take it. His cock didn’t seem so scary when he’d pulled it out, but in your throat it was a plug to your oxygen and felt too big for your poor mouth. It hurt, feeling him go too deep and leaving you coughing and sputtering and even still he wouldn’t pull out, groaning and pressing impossibly deep like he truly means to suffocate you. “You got a good little mouth pussy, crybaby. Fuck—take my cock, just like that.” He moans, watching as you struggle on his dick to breathe or swallow, slobber and tears coating his cock as he makes a mess of your pretty face. He doesn’t care that your eyes are starting to roll back, hands which had previously been clawing at his legs going limp at your sides. You acted more like a hole for him to fuck when you were limp like this, and it drove him wild as he grunted like an animal and rutted into your mouth like he held a grudge against you. Both hands dug into your hair, hands pulling you back onto his cock when his hips bucked you away. “Never fucked a—holy shit—ah, mouth so damn good before—, ah fuck, fuck,” he’s getting breathier as time ticks by, his own eyes rolling back as his balls draw up tight. “I’m going to cum, ready for me crybaby? Want it in your tummy or on your face?” He’s being condescending on purpose, but it’s a bit useless considering he’s rendered you nearly unconscious on his dick. He shrugs your lack of response off, pumping his cock down your throat until he sees stars and yanks himself free just before the first spurt misses and hits the grass below, he grips the base, pumping and shooting his next shot right onto your face. He yanks your head against his thigh, delirious face dazed and coughing softly as he finishes on your glitter and mascara run cheeks, using the tip to smear it well into your ruined makeup as he sneers at you from above.

“Hah…” he catches his breath, sucking in oxygen along with you as his gaze turns calculated.

“Wake up, I’m not done with you yet.” He’s more gentle now that he's cum at least once, tapping your uninjured cheek with two fingers as your eyes roll around before opening and looking at him.

He swears, your face making him hard again instantly, blood pooling to his groin at the messy sight of you in your white ruined angel costume. “You really are unlucky I was out tonight, I don’t think I’m gonna let you go.” His dead serious comment caused something cold to hit your veins, chills running through you as you gape in shock.

“W-what…?” He reaches into his hoodie pocket, pulling out what looked like a foot long serrated hunting blade. He snickers at the blank look of shock on your features.

“What’s wrong, crybaby? No tears for me right now?” You’re shaking, getting paler by the second as you realize no, it’s not a costume, and yes, there is still dried blood on the blade. There’s dried blood all over him, his spree tonight ridiculously fruitful and his body still high on the thrill. Imagine his luck finding you. “T-this wasn’t in my profile, wh-what are you doing?” Now you look alert, now you act like a regular civilian, he notes cooly. “I only con-consented to the sex and stuff, I said I didn’t like—like blades or blood play.” Your eyes are wide as saucers and you have a cold sweat now forming and dotting your skin, shaky like on too much caffeine as your body dumped chemicals to help you run.

His head tilts, a few more strands of hair coming loose from his tie as those red eyes watch you without any emotion in their depths.

“Ah~ I get it now. Are you some kind of freak who links up with people online for this kind of shit?” He laughs, eyes not matching the manic toothy grin. “Sorry to disappoint slut, I ain’t your tinder or whatever match. Did you do it anonymously?” He’s beyond amused, thrilled by the horror dawning on your face as reality sets in. “You’re a fucking idiot.” He sneers, but he’s joyful when you book it, heeled boots caked in mud as they dig into the ground and you take off for real. True intent to get away now because he’s not your new friend, he’s a real stranger and his energy is nothing but malevolent.

You’re going to die.

It’s a sick thought that twists inside you as you push the hardest you’ve ever, scream bubbling up and out as you cry for help now. “HELP! Please! Someone! Anyone!” It’s more broken and hoarse than you want, his earlier abuse to your throat having taken a number on your ability to vocalize.

It’s empty. This damn park is empty.

Not a soul around and you can’t hear him coming for you anymore, and it only makes the tears fall harder as you drive your body to a breaking point. If no one is around you can at least aim for your car, your phone will take too much time to look at and dial the police, you’d be too open and that would mean—

Something—someone—smashes into you, your body thrown sideways by the brute force and flung roughly to the ground where you roll several feet.

It hurts—!

Your body and mind scream as pain lights up your shoulder, a previously dull ache now hounding for your attention so much it left you lightheaded. You twisted your ankle too or maybe broke it, already so regretful for the evening and your life choices that your shoes hardly broke the bank. It all hurt, and yet you still tried to crawl to get away, still eager for another deep breath of air in your lungs even if it hurt to do that too.

“Hck, please, please—help—!,” you’re a sobbing pathetic mess, and he couldn’t be more turned on by the sight. He dusts himself off like he hadn’t tackled you like a linebacker for a major league football team, his lanky form sinewy with muscle and his agility nothing to scoff at. He swirls the enormous daunting blade with a whistle, smiling more genuinely as he strolls towards your shaking form crawling away.

“Where do you think you’re going, crybaby? I said I wasn’t done with you,” he lands a solid hit to your middle, dirty sneaker smearing mud on your cute little dress, looking less and less white as the night wears on. The blow is not hard enough to damage anything, he’s sure, but you act as if you’ve been disemboweled by how you howl and heave. He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, settling one foot between your shoulder blades and pressing down until you’re left immobilized.

Your vision is blurry, going in and out of focus as you try, and try, and try to get away, cute nail polish chipped and ruined as you claw at the dirt floor for leverage.

He admires your tenacity. “You think you can get away? That anyone is coming to save you?” He brushes a few stray hairs out of his face as he laughs, the urge to gut you strong as he savors your useless little struggle. “Crybaby, look around! No one is coming! I said look,” he grinds out, dropping to one knee while his other leg remains planted on your back, his hand gripping your hair and yanking your head up to see what he meant.

There’s a fence. A metal chain link fence, and it had a sign your vision was too blurry to read through your tears.

“You ran yourself straight into the worst possible area, this is sort of your game over,” He leans down to look at you, yanking your head back and forcing you into an uncomfortable arch. He raises up the blade, fully intending to slit your pretty throat and watch your eyes as the light fades, but you blubber out a sentence which halts him.

“Y-you didn’t finish! E-earlier, hck, earlier you didn’t finish—!” Your eyes squeeze closed in pain as he yanks your head to the side. Confusion burned in him, and curiosity kept you breathing for now.

“Didn’t finish what, crybaby? Fairly certain I finished all over your face, if I remember correctly.” He has a sharp edge in his tone, something metallic fills your mouth and you realize you’ve bitten through your tongue in your panic. A few drops spill past your lips, catching his attention.

“S-shouldn’t you also f-fuck me too? I-it’s why I came out tonight, wh-why I, ah, d-did this,” it’s a long shot by any means, and he’s no fool, but you did make a good point.

He was still hard.

“Smart little crybaby, aren’t you?” He mutters darkly, setting aside his blade in favor of smashing your face into the dirt, keeping your head down as he presses against your back and yanks your hips up. Your knees are skinned from the rough handling, socks torn open and stained with blood and dirt while his calloused hands slip beneath your dress. Your breath hitches. You needed to think of some way out of this, some kind of plan to escape or incapacitate him.

He’s busied himself with your still dripping cunt. Two fingers roughly filling your hole and uncaringly stretching your tight entrance. “You really are a freak, wet even though you’re going to die, crybaby.” He felt a bit strange as you whimper and mewl below, hand slowing as he tried to place the feeling.

He shrugs it off, instead easily yanking down his jeans which were still unbuttoned and pulling out his cock once more, stroking his shaft a few times before he lined himself up with your puffy lips. “Fuck—,” he swears, eyes seeing stars as he pushes just his tip past the tight ring of muscle at your entrance, mouth opening as licks his lips and stares down at you. “Never had pussy so good…” he giggles darkly, cracking his neck as he pushes each inch inside of you, stretching you out deliciously until you’re speared on his cock with his hips flush with your ass. “Who knew you’d be the best, crybaby.” He muses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips, your little dress flipped up and over your ass so he can watch it bounce as he leans back on his knees to fuck you deeper. You need to think straight but it’s difficult with how good your body feels, the pain from earlier seeming to go away with a numb buzz as he fills your pussy, hitting perfectly against a spot that has you arching harder for more.

You really are a freak like he says.

You can’t help relaxing further, eyes dumbly looking to the side where your head rests as he pounds into you from behind, the coil in your gut growing tighter by the minute.

The clouds blocking the moon seem to part just for you, the full moon’s light no longer blocked and illuminating the little patch of grass he’d tackled you into. Something gleams, in perfect reach too as your eyes widen.

His knife.

He’d already proven you can’t outrun him, but what if he was injured? There’s a major artery in the thigh, if you hit that, wouldn’t you be able to get away?

He yanks back roughly, moaning as he feels you squeeze even tighter around him, velvet walls massaging his dick while he tries to fuck himself as deep as possible inside of you.

It hit you despite all your intentions not to, because this wasn’t safe and he wants to end your life and everything is wrong, but your body doesn’t listen. You cum with a shaky cry, and with an awkward turn of your head you watch as his head goes back and he moans, eyes closed in bliss as you coat his cock in even more slick.

You’re louder than you intended to be, but your fingers close around the hilt nonetheless, trembling with the heavy weight in your grasp, you use every ounce of energy inside you to swing it back into his thigh.

“Cute,” you scream as he catches your wrist, hand clenching so tight you feel your bones grind together as the knife falls from your grip. He twists your arm around and pins your wrist behind your back, holding it in place while his other hand remains at your hip.

“So fucking cute, crybaby. Did you cum just to distract me or was that because you couldn’t help yourself?” He’s getting a high from this, from fucking you and turning you into nothing but a toy as he bounces you on his cock, hips still but arms pulling you back and forth with ease. Scarlet eyes drink you in with undisguised sick glee, and he’s finally able to place the feeling from earlier.

“A pretty little slut trying to get her rocks off and getting shown why she should’ve been a good girl and stayed home,” he grunts, releasing you and leaning over, pinning you with his weight and nearly knocking the air from your lungs how deeply he hits you inside from this angle. Dirt fills the underbelly of your nails, your fingers digging into the earth just for some semblance of stability.

You had none. It was a sick and horrifying realization. You have no control. You can do nothing to stop this. As deeply as it made your gut sink, another odd emotion rose to the surface.

A bubbly sensation that tore through you as your tears became less from fear and more from overstimulation.

His hips piston in and out of you, bullying your cervix in this position as he ruts into you like a hound, tongue hanging out of his mouth as he moans and grunts.

You break again, spasm and cinch down on his cock like a vice while you wail as if in mourning. Maybe you are, for yourself at least. “Oh fuck—! s’too much—, please, I can’t—, f-feels good, hah,” your nearly incoherent babbling sends him over the edge along with you, his own dull nails finally drawing blood as he holds you for dear life as he releases deep inside you, tip kissing right up against you womb as he cums. You can feel it too, his cock twitching inside as the night seems to still for a moment.

He holds you for a while. Breathing you in, nuzzling his face into your neck and licking you. He holds you until his cock fully softens and it hurt to be gripped so tightly inside your wet heat, regrettably pulling away.

He stands, putting his sticky limp cock away inside his underwear and pulling up his pants, looking down at your ruined figure that had slumped over to the side.

���Y’know, crybaby… you really resemble an angel now,” he smiles, red eyes almost glowing as the moon blankets his back and shadows his face. His hair seems almost white like this, your tired eyes note. You don’t move or even flinch as he grabs his knife and yanks your limp figure up by your hair. Even now you’re still crying, face lax despite the rivers flowing down your dirty swollen cheeks. You make no effort to stop him, having given up completely.

He crouches down again, mostly eye level now as he makes you look at him.

“You got any last words?” He’s being dead serious. He feels strange looking at the almost glazed over look in your eyes.

“W-what…” your voice is barely a whisper, but the night is so quiet he catches it, “what’s your…name?”

An unexpected question.

His eyes gleam, smile ravenous as he puts his lips against your ear and whispers it.

“Tomura, what’s your name, crybaby?” He asks, gently, almost like he’s actually interested.

You hoarsely whisper it, your last time ever saying it after tonight. He hums, like it pleases him, before he brings down the knife swiftly.

Your vision goes dark, the strike mercifully painless. Your last thoughts blur as you drift into soft nothingness.

He releases your hair, grabbing your limp figure up in his arms as he chuckles and sheaths his knife properly on his hip. “Dumb crybaby” his voice almost singing the words as he whistles and walks away, the park dead silent but even if someone had seen you in his arms, he could just play the good boyfriend taking his sweetheart home safely. It’s not entirely a lie either, his eyes glancing down at your unconscious form, pretty neck unmarred but a bruise would likely form on the back where he struck you tomorrow. Tomura had never felt compelled to allow a victim to live, but then again he’s never fucked a victim either, so you’re the first for a lot. He supposed it made you quite special, his legs carrying him in the direction of his car in the parking lot about a mile south. Obsession and possessiveness swirled in those red depths as they looked at your figure.

“Good girls should just stay home…” he continues his sardonic little tune, his smile gruesome and foreboding.

Vibrant blue orbs check his surroundings again, noting once again his friend was a no show. Rolling his eyes, he knew it was too good to be true. Your profile screamed inexperienced and cautious, despite you clicking that you’d like him to remain anonymous beforehand. It didn’t matter, he’d just go enjoy some sorority girl pussy instead, figuring at 0330 that most parties would be winding down. Drunk girls dressed like sluts were his second favorite.

Dabi clicks the notify option on his app, letting the website staff know you never showed up.

Though, he muses if something did happen, the police wouldn’t be notified until it was too late. Halloween weekend after all meant you could be missing for quite a while before anyone noticed.

Not his problem though.

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Controlled

(A/N: Putting this is in the beginning because it’s for @buckyownsmylife’s 2K/BDay challenge 🥳

Now just warning you guys that this is a lot. I went a little overboard. It gets pretty brutal tbh. Ransom goes in.

Follow, like, reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

Summary: You weren’t really sure why you let Ransom get away with so much. The least you could do was not like it.

Pairings: CEO!Ransom Drysdale x Camgirl!Black!Reader

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, smut, swearing, Daddy kink, humiliation, degradation, non/dub con, dirty talk, breeding kink

Tagging: @titty-teetee @zaddychris @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @little-baby-vixen @puffyam1yum1 @brattycherubwrites @iam-laiya @whiskey-cokenfanfic @doloreshazes (it wouldn’t let me tag you) @thedarkplume @toni9

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Being an English lit grad was hard, okay! There were only so many jobs out there and you were tired of working retail you’d decided to do what any normal twenty-something year old woman would do.

You made an OnlyFans.

It was pretty good money. Not always the best, but it paid your bills. Besides it was better than folding clothes. You never wanted to go back to that.

So even though you were having fun being naked for the camera you kind of wanted to see what else was out there. That’s when you got an interview at Blood Like Wine Publishing. When you’d walked in you were surprised to see the actual CEO sitting there.

You’d heard about him already. About his devilish looks down to his smug ass smile. It was like what everyone had said was true.

What you hadn’t been warned about was that he’d spend most of the interview staring at your tits. His eyes would drag up to your eyes, look into them for a little, and then your lips and then finish drifting back to your cleavage. So yeah it wasn’t that surprising that you got the job.

Despite all the things you’d been screaming to yourself in your head, you accepted the position. You didn’t even tell anyone. Maybe it was because he was hot.

Him staring at your boobs was just the tip of the iceberg. You’d often turn around and catch him staring at your ass. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. He’d shoot you one of those smug smiles.

From there it went to him making small comments. It didn’t start off bad. At first he just told you that you looked nice. Then it evolved to him trying to make sly comments about your body.

Then he started brushing up against you. Making sure he could grind his crotch into you any chance he got. Sometimes managing to touch your boobs sneakily.

Still you never said anything. You liked to rationalize that you didn’t want to lose such a well paying job. Also that okay so yeah he was hot and it was kind of nice getting the attention.

That didn’t mean that there were certain lines he should have never crossed. So one day he had you come to his office to go over something. Then got behind you as you were trying to read something on his computer. Then pushed you further down so he could grind himself into you.

You tried to squirm away, but he held you pretty steady. “Mr. Drysdale!” You tried to say until it got muffled by his hand halfway through. His hips at the perfect angle for his clothed cock to meet your skirt covered ass. Until he pushed your skirt up so he could really push onto you.

As much as you thought about putting up more of a fight, the more you just let it happen. Then you realized he’d pulled his dick out of his pants and was rubbing it against your panty covered center.

“He-“ you tried to protest, but he’d covered your mouth one again.

“Don’t fucking make me gag you with your panties,” he said into your ear. That’s when he pushed his fingers in your thong so he could rub your clit. “Damn, so fucking wet.”

Your eyes getting all glossy. You’re not really sure why. From either the oncoming orgasm or the shame that you were getting wet from this.

“You gonna cum for me?” He asked, all condescending. “Gonna cum, Little Slut.”

You hated how your pussy quivered and the moan you let out. How you didn’t want him to actually know that he was getting to you.

He put his hand around your neck, squeezing it so good. And just like that, you exploded all over his fingers. You don’t know why you thought that would be it for him because he gave you no warning as he shoved his cock into you.

God there were so many things you should have done different. Like maybe scream again and hope someone heard you. Maybe try to bite him. No instead you stood there and took it. Took every single inch. And fuck did it feel good.

You’d even angled your hips a certain way so he could push it in you even deeper. Your pussy hugging him in. Like you’d been waiting for him to use your pussy.

When it was over he forced you on your knees so he could cum down your throat. Then he helped you up to wipe your eyes with his thumbs, then had you sit in his lap as you recovered before kicking you out.

Since then he hadn’t really been paying attention to you. You were kind of hurt to say the least. Which was dumb because you should have been more mad about him totally violating you.

When you were told that you out of everyone on your team were going on this trip with him, you were actually a little surprised. Since he hadn’t even messed with you since that day. It was like he’d used you up and didn’t need you anymore.

At least it was during a weekday so it wasn’t messing up your scheduling for OnlyFans. You’d been making a lot more money on there than usual to the point where it was getting a little ridiculous. You kind of didn’t want to miss out on that much extra money.

Ransom didn’t speak to you during the plane ride which was probably also because the two of you slept for most of the time. Or when he’d picked up the rental car or during the drive to the hotel. There was something nerve-racking about it. You sat in the lobby as he checked into your rooms. Trying to calm yourself down now as you’d been freaking out inside your head this whole time.

“We’ve got a problem,” he said, coming over to you.

“What?” You asked, your stomach already doing somersaults. Your brain almost forgetting that you should be way less cool towards a man that had broken every boundary imaginable.

He scrunched up his face. “Apparently the rooms got double booked for the conference so they gave someone else your room.”

You raised your eyebrows and you were pretty sure you were going to have a panic attack. “W-what?”

“It’s fine. We can just share my room,” he replied.

“There’s not another hotel? I can just stay somewhere else.”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m not letting you pay for your own hotel room. C’mon.”

You bit your lip as he started to walk off and he’d looked behind his shoulder at you, motioning with his head for you to follow him. Even though everything inside of you was telling you to not do it, the other sick part of you was saying for you to be a good girl. That even though he’d crossed so many lines, you didn’t want him thinking that you were difficult.

He let you get ready for bed first even though you weren’t tired at all. Since you’d been expecting to have your own room you hadn’t packed more than tank tops and shorts to sleep in, but with him being there you’d put on one of the complimentary plush robe.

The hotel room was nice. Not that you were surprised. Ransom Drysdale wanted nothing, but the best. “So, where am I sleeping?” You asked as he walked out of the bathroom. No shirt on with his boxer briefs being the only thing to cover him.

“Unless you want to sleep on the floor, we can share the bed.” He smirked as he went to sit. You hated it, but you were mesmerized by his abs. “Hope you don’t mind that I sleep naked.”

Your face felt all prickly from that, especially once he got up so he could push his underwear down his hips, exposing his thick cock. You didn’t get a chance to look at it when he’d fucked you, but your body remembered how it felt. How it stretched you out. Making you feel totally and completely full. It was so beautiful to see it though.

“It’s okay I can sleep on the couch.”

He rolled his eyes. “We’re both adults. Just sleep here.”

“Yeah, but-“

“Get on the bed, Y/N,” he demanded as he got under the covers himself. “Or I’ll put you in myself.”

You bit your lips as you nodded before going to do as he said and getting in beside him. You wish you hadn’t slept on the plane. Maybe you would have passed out by now and you wouldn’t have to think about how your boss was sleeping naked beside you. Or that you’d been thinking about him stuffing your pussy ever since he’d done so without your permission.

When you saw that he was asleep, you raised up so you could pull the robe off your body before getting back under the blankets. Relaxing a lot more now that you weren’t overheating.

The next morning, you woke up from a fitful sleep. With your boob poking out of your tank top. Ransom’s spot now empty. You sat up and yawned just as he came back into the room with his gym clothes on. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” he greeted. “Thought I was going to have to kiss you awake.”

Before you could respond, he’d already went into the restroom. You checked your phone, seeing that you only had about half an hour before the first event started. “Mr. Drysdale?” You said through the door.

“Yeah?”

“Just telling you that I still need to shower.”

“Alright, come in,” he said.

Can’t be any worse than the stuff he’d already done to you. So you found yourself going through the door. The room mirror was foggy from the steam of the shower with him still inside.

“Get in,” he said.

With shaky hands you pulled your top over your head then pushed your shorts and panties down. He glanced over at you. A smirk coming on his face as you were about to get in behind him.

“Mr. Drysdale, I don’t think that’s really a good idea.”

“I didn’t ask. Get in. Or you don’t get to shower.” He kept washing himself. His tone suggesting that he was daring you to say no. Just like all those other times. “You know how I feel about tardiness, Sweetheart.”

“No, here,” he said, taking a step back so you’d have to get in front. You bit your tongue as you did as he said, getting in front of him. You tried to keep a gap between the two of you, but apparently for Ransom that wasn’t what he wanted as he got close to you so his dick was against you. “Need me to help you wash up?”

“No. I think I got it,” you replied, but he didn’t care as he grabbed the soap so he could started lathering you up.

“I know sometimes things can be hard for dumb little babies like you,” he said, into your ear, making your face heat up. You felt so tongue tied as he his hands worked all over your body. “Isn’t that right?”

You didn’t say anything. Instead just standing there like you were in shock. You don’t really know why you were still surprised by any of the stuff he’d done. Not like he hadn’t done worse.

When you didn’t say anything, he wrapped his hand around your neck from behind, making you lean into him. “Answer. Me.”

“That’s right, Mr. Drysdale,” you finally said, your stomach getting this sinking feeling.

He chuckled, removing his hand from your neck. “Alright, hurry and finish up. We don’t want to be late, do we?”

The two of you finished getting ready then headed downstairs to join everyone else. As usual he went around acting like things were completely normal. It was honestly making you feel kind of crazy. How he could act like nothing was wrong every time.

It made you wonder who else was he doing this to. Was he touching your other coworkers without their consent. Without any care of what consequences. Or were you just special.

Anyone else would have already made him stop. That’s what made you feel so ashamed. That every time he touched you or made a comment, you wanted so badly to tell him to fuck off. Yet there was this part of you that couldn’t.

There’d been this part of you that you knew always existed. This submissive side that you’d tried to suppress. After being called disgusting by an ex for wanting that, you’d always kind of pushed it to the back of your mind.

You were trying not to think about it as the guest speaker started going on and on about something. Ransom beside you with his hand very close to your thigh. Not really crossing the line with all these people around. 

You tried to mingle with some of the other plus ones as Ransom spoke with the higher ups. “So, what’s it like working under Ransom Drysdale?” One of the girls asked you.

What were you even supposed to say to a question like that. ‘Oh, yeah he had me come to his office where he shoved his dick inside me?’ or maybe, ‘yeah he’s a total asshole whose using my obvious submissiveness against me and turning me into a cum rag?’ Neither answer seemed appropriate.

Instead you shrugged choosing to go the nonchalant route. “It’s okay,” you replied. “He can be a little much sometimes, but it’s fine.”

“Yeah not to mention that he’s hot as hell,” another one of the girls said. “I’d let him wear me like a hockey mask.”

You crinkled your nose hearing her say that. You wonder would Ransom even be attracted to someone that actually asked for it.

“Y/N,” he called you over. You excused yourself from the group to go over to him as the people he’d been talking to had went off on their own. “We’ve been asked to go to dinner. I expect you to behave, am I clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, Mr. Drysdale.”

“Good girl,” he said.

The two of you went back to the room to change. It was a good thing you’d prepared for something like this.

“Go change,” he said as you walked out of the bathroom with your dress on. He was already dressed in his slacks and button down shirt.

“What? Why?”

He huffed. “Don’t play dumb with me right now. You look like a fucking whore.”

That’s when you stiffened up because as much as you knew that he was trying to get under your skin, that one hurt. Your eyes got all welled up with tears. “I’m not going.”

Ransom sighed. “Stop being so dramatic. Go change.”

“No. I’m not going.”

“Stop bein-“ but you didn’t hear the rest as you slammed the bathroom door behind you. Was it weird that, that’s where you drew the line. Instead of dealing with his shit, you decided to run yourself a bath.

Why not take advantage of him having rented a room with such a nice bathroom anyway. Might as well use it. He knocked on the door as you dipped your toe in. Letting the warmth consume you as you submerged your body.

“We have to go,” he said through the door. You didn’t say anything. Instead just laid your head back as you felt your muscles relax. “Just wait until I get back,” he said and a few minutes later you heard him slam the door.

Maybe it was because you’d slept so shitty last night, but you were kind of looking forward to having the room to yourself for a little while. When you’d finished your bath you went and climbed into bed. At some point you’d gotten way too comfortable and ended up falling asleep.

When you woke up, Ransom was there shaking you gently. “You were just cranky, huh? Needed a good nap?” You furrowed your eyebrows then yawned as he kissed your forehead. “I brought you back some cake. Did you eat dinner?”

You shook your head. “No,” you croaked.

“We can order something,” he said before kissing your forehead again. “You need to eat something before you can have dessert, okay?”

What the hell. Why was he being so gentle right now. It was weird. Even if he wasn’t always treating you like a piece of meat. As far as you know for him, he was usually an asshole.

You narrowed your eyes before taking deep breath. Trying to calm your nerves a little. “You okay?” He asked.

You nodded and sat up. “Yeah.”

“Hey, um,” he sighed, “I’m sorry, if I was too harsh earlier. I didn’t even mean it, it’s just... you make me feel so jealous. Earlier one of the guys said something about your tits and... I wanted to fucking punch him.” He chuckled.

You looked down and swallowed because it was only adding to the nerves. “Oh...” because really what the fuck were you even supposed to say.

He brought a hand to your chin, lifting it up so you could look in his face. “You gonna be a good girl for me next time?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, Baby,” he said.

“Y-yes?”

He did this little smile before leaning down to peck your lips. As if he’d done this a million times before. “Alright, what do you want for dinner?” He asked.

You shrugged. He licked his lips, keeping his eyes trained on you. That’s when he moved his hand from your cheek then down your back then to your ass, making you come closer.

“You look so fucking cute in these shorts,” he said before he started to rock into you. You shivered under his touch, but you didn’t want to let your guard down. “You’re so damn cute.” Then kissed your forehead. “Okay, go choose what you want and I’m gonna get ready for bed.”

While you ate he came out of the bathroom. All fresh from a quick shower and a towel wrapped around his waist. He stopped to kiss the top of your forehead, leaving it feeling all tingly. You were still all nervous. Waiting for a bomb to drop.

You’d put your robe back on. Feeling self conscious again. Ransom frowned. “Why are you wearing that?” He asked.

“I’m cold,” you replied.

“I’ll turn the fan off,” he said.

“No. It’s okay. It’s weird, but I kind of like sleeping in the cold and then getting all cozy,” you said.

He laughed before rubbing your cheek. “Okay, I’ll keep you all nice and cozy.”

After cleaning up and brushing your teeth, it was finally time for you to climb into bed. You weren’t that tired considering you’d just woken up from a nap, but you were kind of hoping that Ransom would doze off soon.

You laid down with your back to him. He wrapped his arms around you. Nuzzling the back of your neck with his nose. He was once again naked so you could feel his hardening dick pressing into you.

You shivered at his touch. Biting your lip as your stomach quivered. Still not wanting to fully give in, but you also hated how much you liked it. “Just take it off,” he whispered, his hands going to untie your robe.

“Actually, can we watch TV?”

He groaned softly and you were surprised when he actually backed off. “Yeah.” He grabbed the remote to do as you asked. “What you wanna watch?”

You shrugged. “Whatever.”

“What about this?” He asked with a smirk. You turned over to see one of those old cheesy pornos on screen.

You rolled your eyes. “You would.”

“You said ‘whatever,’ Baby,” he replied, before leaning back.

You humored him and sat up kind of happy that he wasn’t holding you anymore and also that you weren’t under the covers anymore. You were getting hot as fuck under that robe. You still told yourself not to take it off.

As the guy started to pound into the fake moaning woman, you glanced at Ransom. He was watching the screen and you could kind of make out him palming himself under the covers.

He looked over at you. Instantly making you feel like you were a steak put in front of a starving dog. “C’mere,” he said, motioning for you to lay on him.

You did it without question. Getting comfortable with your head on his broad shoulder. One of his arms wrapping around your body so his hand could rest on the swell of your ass. Squeezing it before letting go so he could soothe it every so often.

As the moans on screen got more dramatic, Ransom got more bold. Pushing the blankets down to his thighs so you could a front row show to him stroking his fat dick. Plus those abs. You wanted to touch them so bad. Your heart was pounding as you watched him.

He put his forehead against your temple, his nose to your cheek. You turned your head so your eyes met his. Fuck why did he have to be so dreamy. “Put your mouth on it.”

You glanced back down at his dick which was still be stroked. “Um... actually I’m getting kind of tired,” you said, letting out a little yawn for good measure.

“Oh, Baby, you know I didn’t ask.”

“Mr. Drysdale, I think we should go to bed. We have to wake up early tomorrow.”

He rolled his eyes. “Cut the bullshit, Y/N. You know I’m getting really fucking tired of you denying me. I know I was mean earlier, but I’ve been nice to you since I got back. When I’m nice you’re a bitch and then when I’m an asshole, you take it.”

“I’m sorry, I just-“

“Just like being a fucking bitch,” he said. “You know, when I found your OnlyFans, I thought you’d be a good girl for me. Guess I was wrong.”

Your heart sank as you sat up. Suddenly feeling like you might throw up. “What?”

He laughed. “Yeah. We have a very thorough background check process. Luckily for you I don’t see little sluts like you as bad for business.”

“Mr. Dry-“

“I didn’t say you could speak yet,” he said. “You’re so lucky I’ve been enjoying the chase because I’m getting sick of your innocent act. I’ve watched all your videos, left you some really good tips. I’m just trying to get my money’s worth.” Your eyes prickled and his hands went to the tie so he could push the plush white fabric off your body. “Take this shit off.”

With shaking hands you did as he said. The cold air smacking into your exposed skin. He smirked and went back to stroking himself as he watched you.

“Good girl,” he said. “My good little nasty slut, huh. I don’t know why you’re acting like you don’t like it. If you didn’t like it, you would have done something after I fucked your pussy. I know you like it. I’ve seen all your videos and all the nasty fantasies you talk about. I know you wanna be used up like a little whore. Now put your mouth on my dick.”

You nodded and wiped your eyes as you got beside him. It’s not like what he was saying wasn’t true. You had talked on OnlyFans about how much you were a little slut while fucking yourself with a dildo. It’s not his fault that he found it.

Besides his dick is really yummy looking. When he’d fucked you in his office, it’s not like you hadn’t cum on it. As much as you were battling in your head about how violated he was making you feel, it’s not like you hadn’t low key liked it.

Your tongue traced the head of his dick making him groan. “Fuck, that’s it, Bitch.”

As you started to get more into it, he grabbed your hair so he could guide you more. He couldn’t not be in control. What surprised you most was that you wanted it so damn bad.

“That’s such a good little slut,” he groaned. “You gonna spend the rest of the trip learning how to be my whore?”

You nodded partly because you know you didn’t really have a choice. Might as well accept your fate. Besides his dick felt so good and big in your mouth. You reached between your legs to take care of the ache that had started to pulse in your pussy.

“Are you touching yourself?” He laughed when he realized. “Fuck, you really are a nasty bitch, huh? Like that you’re gonna be my cum dump.”

Your stomach flipped, but all it did was making you wanna work harder for him. He started moving your head up and down a little rough.

“I know I’m a little big, but you have to learn how to take my down your throat.”

As you gagged and sputtered around him, he didn’t move his hand to let you up. Instead he just hissed the sensation of your mouth filling up with spit and how your throat was trying to take him.

“You’re lucky this is the first time because next time I won’t be so nice,” he said with a smirk as he pulled you off.

After having you lay back down he held you close. For the first time, he kissed you. Shoving his tongue into your mouth. Making it play against yours. It was like he was trying to make it clear that he owned you. Fuck he was so right. Why were you trying to fight it.

Ransom’s hands started fondling at your tits again as your tongues still danced together. You couldn’t stop yourself as you moaned while he pulled your top up so that your breasts would be exposed. From there he got to work on them. Grabbing on them roughly. Pinching your nipples.

You put your fingers between your legs again because fuck if you weren’t going to act like you didn’t want it anymore, you might as well get some relief. “Nasty slut, I knew you liked it. Like being my whore?”

“Uh huh,” you breathed, trying to go back in for a kiss. Instead he got on his knees so he could start yanking your shorts down your hips.

“Fuck.” He licked his lips once he rid you of your sleep clothes. “I’ve been dying for a taste of this pussy.”

And just like that he dived in. Licking and sucking at your clit. Pushing his fingers inside of you. He moaned at the taste as you gasped because fuck did it feel so good. You should have let him do this sooner.

“God, you’re so fucking disgusting. Getting turned on from being used.”

You cried out. “Daddy!”

He laughed. “Really? God you’re so pathetic. You want me to be your fucking daddy?”

You nodded as tears stung at your eyes. “Yes,” you whimpered.

“I’ll be your daddy, Bitch. You’re only allowed to call me Daddy when we’re alone. If you don’t I’ll make sure your ass is all nice and bruised. You hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you replied, finally realizing how far gone you were.

“See it’s not that hard to listen,” he said before laying a slap on your clit, making you jump. Your hips shook as it sent jolts up your spine.

“Fuck,” you whined.

“You gonna stop being a stupid bitch?” He asked as he kept pumped his fingers in and out of your drenched hole. “Gonna let me fuck you however I want?”

“Uh huh,” you moaned all breathily as your orgasm finally started crashing down, squirting out of you. He leaned down to start licking it up your juices. Eating your pussy like it was a gourmet meal.

He went back up your body after making you cum again. Tears coming down your face from the intensity of what he’d just finished doing. He kissed you again, shoving his tongue in your mouth. Forcing you to taste yourself.

As he did, he started to rub his cock up and down your dripping wet slit. “Wait,” you said, your senses finally coming back to you.

“What?” He asked, a little annoyed.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked.

He groaned. “No. Why?”

“I’m not on birth control,” you replied.

He smirked, head tilting to the side. “No? That’s okay. I’ll pull out, Baby,” he said, before lining the head of his dick up with your hole. “I promise. You trust me?”

No.

You bit your lip and nodded. It’s not like you really had a choice. “I guess so.”

He chuckled. “See.” He started to dip the tip into you before pulling it out to do it again. “Isn’t it better to just let Daddy handle things? You don’t want to think too hard with that dumb little head of yours.”

“You’re- you’re right,” you replied

“Yeah? That’s okay. You don’t have to think anymore, Baby. Daddy will do it for you.” With that he finally pushed into you with no warning making you scream out. “Fuck so damn tight,” he groaned as he started to fuck into you.

“Ransom!” You squealed.

“What the fuck did you just call me?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Daddy,” you quickly corrected.

He grabbed your face. “When we’re alone, you do not call me anything else. I thought I made that clear earlier.”

“I’m sorry,” you gasped as he went in so deep, his tip kissed your cervix before pulling back out.

“Do it again and I’ll fucking slap you.”

You tightened around him from the threat.

“You want me to?” He laughed, shaking his head. “Want me to punish you when you don’t listen?”

You nodded, then tried to put your hand against his pelvis to make him let up. He just felt so big. It was starting to feel like way too much.

“Move your fucking hand,” he said. You did as he said at first until you did it again, not being able to help it. This time he grabbed your arms to push them above your head. “I think you like irritating me.”

He didn’t stop what he was doing. Fucking you with long deep strokes like his goal was to make you feel him in your stomach.

“Daddy, please,” you sobbed as you felt your orgasm starting to get close.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“I wanna cum,” you whined.

He let go of your hands so he could wrap his arms around your thighs so he could spread you open a little wider. “Yeah? You gonna cum on my dick? Go ahead, Baby. Cum for daddy.”

That helped to push you over the edge making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You tried to close your legs, but he kept you wide open. “Oh, Daddy,” you cried. “Don’t stop fucking my pussy. It’s yours. I don’t care anymore. Do whatever you want.” It was like every thought you’d had came spilling from your lips. “I wanna be your dumb slut.”

“You are my dumb slut,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “Daddy’s dumb little slut. I knew you were a fucking whore. Did you like it when I shoved my dick in you in my office?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. Your eyes were glazed over. Evidence as to how far gone you were.

Ransom put his hand around your neck then kissed you again. “We’re gonna have so much fun, Baby.”

He stopped to pull out, flipping you over onto your stomach. He guided you so your ass was in the air so he could slam back into you. “Oh my god!”

With his grip on your hips, he held you still. You genuinely weren’t sure if you could stop cumming with how he was fucking you. It just felt too good. You weren’t sure if you even wanted to stop.

When his rhythm started to get all sloppy he put his hand around your neck again. “Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

You started to go forward thinking he’d pull out. Instead he held you down again as he kept ramming into you.

“Don’t fucking run from me,” he breathed.

“You told me you were gonna pull out,” you replied. At least that thought stayed in your brain.

“I changed my mind,” he said. “Your pussy’s too good to pull out.”

You reached behind so you could try to push him off. He grabbed your hand, twisting it behind you. “Wait.”

“Fuck I’ve been wanting to fill your pussy up. I’m so glad you’re not on birth control. Cant wait to put my baby in you.”

“No!” You pleaded, trying to get out of his hold. You don’t know why you bothered when he was so much stronger than you.

“Remember, Baby? Daddy can do what he wants to you.” He grabbed your hair, bringing you up. “And, I want to cum in you over and over again until I know you’re pregnant. Then I’m gonna keep breeding you. Because you’re mine. Don’t you wanna be mine forever and ever?”

That submissive part of your brain was once again telling you to accept your fate. That it was okay because it’s not like you didn’t want to be filled up. The other, rational part was telling you to keep fighting.

Until he hit your spot and the submissive side won.

You found yourself going still so he could keep going right where he was. “F-fuck, yes.”

“That’s better,” he said. “God if I’d known you would have been such a little cum slut, I would have cum in you the first time. Wanna have my baby?”

You nodded as you worked back against him now. “Fuck, yes. Please.”

“Say it,” he said then placed a sharp slap on your ass.

“I wanna have your baby.”

“You gonna let me keep putting baby after baby in your pussy? Gonna be my nasty little cum slut?”

“Yes!” Your eyes were getting all blurry as another very intense orgasm crashed down on your, making you put your face into the pillow so you could sob out loudly.

“That’s my bitch.” He groaned. “Beg for Daddy’s cum.”

“Please, Daddy. I want you to cum in me,” you cried. “My pussy is yours and i want you to get me pregnant.”

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed, shoving himself in to the hilt as it finally happened. His cum shooting deep into your womb. Then he started moving his hips again like he was making sure it would “That’s it. That’s such a good whore.”

When he was finally done cumming in you, you laid down on your stomach. Ransom pulled you into his arms then surprised you as he kissed you all over your forehead. Then raised your chin up so he could kiss your lips next.

When you pulled away you buried your face into his shoulder. He chuckled as he placed another kiss on your cheek. “You good, Baby? Need anything? Want me to get you a water?”

“No. Don’t go.” You clung to him.

“Daddy’s not going anywhere,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you a little tighter. “You gonna be my girl now?”

You nodded and sighed contently. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s such a good girl,” he said with a smile spreading across his face. “I’m gonna take such good care of you. Maybe we can even film some stuff for OnlyFans. I’ll show all your fans who this pussy belongs to. Sound good?”

“Mhm,” you hummed as you finally fell asleep. Honestly it kind of felt like you were right where you belonged.

#ransom drysdale smut #chris evans smut #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom drysdale x black!reader #chris evans x black woman #chris evans x poc!reader #chris evans x black!reader #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader

[capriccio-con-espressione]

Lap Fuddles

(© forwardwalk ♈️ )

Genre: Smut

Warning: Sub!Renjun, Dom!Reader, Femdom, Thigh riding, Hair pulling, Spanking, Pegging, Degradation, Profanity, CFNM, Some pretty hardcore graphic dirty talk, Orgasm denial

Word Count: 2k

A/N:

This can be seen as the continuation of this ask @submissivekpop​ (tbh I am the one who sent that in), which is my idea of “steamy passionate sex” mentioned in it, so I strongly recommend reading it beforehand to get a full grasp of the background of this scenario. 

This is also my first published work after I re-start my blog, and I hope doms thirsting after subby Renjun are satisfied!

  "I thought you didn't like being on my lap...but here you are, riding me like a needy horny kit in calling..." You sneer as your hand comes down to slap and pinch Renjun’s cheek, which is still rosy from the spanking earlier, as the fingers of your other hand are still pumping his spot deliciously, causing his delicate body to slightly quiver and speed up his movements, dazed but focused on building up the sensation in his lower abdomen.

  Smirking at his fervent humping as well as his obviously heightened desires, your hand wanders around on his smooth skin. “Where is that defiant sulky little boy who insisted that sitting on my lap is ‘unmanly’ and ‘embarrassing’ hmm? Now look at you, enjoying yourself this shamelessly much just like a fucking slut. Do you think it’s still necessary to maintain your ludicrous ‘manly’ image, since you apparently prefer to be my whore?” 

  Renjun still continues to grind on you, so immersed in the friction provided by your jean-clad thigh that he fails to take notice of your rhetorical question, which soon earns him a firm tug on his hair as he whimpers at the sudden pain.

  “Do you still insist on being ‘manly’ while you are already whoring up?” You grab a handful of his hair, pulling your fingers out of his agape hole as you repeat the simplified question.

  “No... Miss, I don't anymore...please…" Renjun whines at the sense of loss on his prostate.

  “Please what? My little slut.” You deliberately tighten your thigh muscle to make him moan at the sudden change of sensation.

  “Please...Miss, I want…” Renjun sways his hips titillatingly, making his needs fairly noticeable.

  "Can’t even use your words properly, how pathetic." You tauntingly brush your fingers around his entrance in a circular motion. "Tell me exactly where you want me and what you want me to do with you. Make it clear."

  Renjun lowers his head, avoiding your piercing gaze as he blushes and stammers. "Please Miss...I want...mmff...I want you to f-fuck deep into my ass...hahh...w-with your fingers...please"

  "That's my good honest boy." You coo as you immediately push three fingers into him, making him yelp and grasp hard onto your shoulders at the shockwave of pleasure. "Does my slutty little kitten want something bigger and thicker?"

  "Y-yesss Miss...please…" Renjun shudders and stutters as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.

  You then plant a light kiss on his cheek before gesturing him to stand up for you to fasten the strap-on dildo around your crotch.

  "Be good and ride my cock. Show me exactly what a desperate fuckaholic you are." You seductively gaze at him as you are lubing the silicone toy.

  "Me...doing it...myself...again?” The tint on his cheeks begins to glow even redder. “Riding your thigh was already embarrassing enough, yet now you still want more? You are pushing it too far you evil devil…”

  You cock your eyebrow in amusement, despite his accusing tone, his complexion, slightly shifty gaze, as well as his lightly twitching cock all give away signs of his arousal.

  “So now I am the evil one here huh?” You disapprovingly scoff, getting up from the couch and push him downwards, forcing him to bend over the cushioned back. "Why bad-mouth the big mighty devil you love so fucking much," You grip hard onto his little waist before landing a hard slap on his still pinkish rear, "when your body reactions already obviously betrayed your words? Hmm my lying little kitten?" You then give him a few consecutive harsh spanks, causing him to let out pathetic whiny moans and squirm under the stinging sensation.

  "You think you are all difficult and formidable…" You slap him for the one last time, then reach down to caress his throbbing arousal generously, before going back up to resume his punishment. "...But in fact, you are nothing but a predictable little licentious kit that is putty in my hands…" You snicker as you press your still clothed chest against his back to breathe hotly near his ear, while your thumb lightly teases his slick entrance as the tips of the rest of your fingers brush stealthily against his sensitive flesh down south.

  "Does my untruthful little brat know why he can't win against his Mistress now?" You wickedly smack his cheeks as you begin to pump his shaft, internally smirking that Renjun is too carried away to utter any word. "It's because I know you too well, and I can read you in a split second just like an open book. I will take advantage of your every possible kink and torture every inch of you until your every single nerve bundle is burning with desires embroidered by my scent, touch, and everything me. Get that? My filthy slut?" Your clear enunciation of the last few words is followed by sadistic laughter ringing in Renjun's ear, the degradation sinking into his trembling body even more, as he can do nothing but hold on tightly to the couch for support.

  "You want to cum huh, my needy little fucktoy?" You sneer as you release your hand originally wrapped around his cock, focusing fully and solely rubbing between his cheeks, as he desperately nods. 

  "You want me to destroy that pretty little fuckhole with my massive dick until you can't get any load out of you anymore?"

  "Y-yesss Mistress...f-fuckk stop teasing me pleaasee…"

  After his plea, you creep behind him, spread his awaiting hole wide, before sliding into him in a slow cautious one-go. As he moans out at the feeling of being stuffed and stretched, you spank him twice, once for each cheek, to turn his sounds of satisfaction into gasps of surprise.

  "I'm still not done with disciplining you yet, slut." You growl as you intersperse your deep thrusts with loud smacks. "You should be punished not only because of your disobedience, but also your dishonesty for not coming clean with me about the true filthy side of you earlier."

  With your one hand still marking his cheek, your other hand creeps up to pinch his already hardened nipple. While Renjun's quivering and panting hard from the triple pleasure, you make his mind messier by pressing close up to him and nibbling his neck. "Now you can think of nothing but my cock buried deep inside you driving you senseless, just like a dim-witted whore you are." 

  Already lost count of how many times his pre-cum has oozed out of his slit, Renjun still wets himself even worse when he feels your tongue moisturizing his sweet spots, along with your gravelly moans vibrating against him. The only two things that matter to him now are first, your ruthless cock ramming into him, second, the last bits of his brain functions ordering him to moan as wantonly as he can because you've trained him to be shamelessly vocal for your enjoyment. You can easily tell the timing when he's getting nearer to his breaking point by the volume and coherence of his moans, but you decide to be cruel and delay his orgasm further.

  "Looks like someone has already got his fair share of dirty pleasure without doing much." Your sly remarks, as well as the withdrawal of your member, rip straight through his climax as he can't help but look into your eyes incredulously. "Why give me that look? You have to make up for the order you failed to follow! Now get your ass down to my lap again and worship my cock properly with that insatiable tight boypussy of yours."

  You quickly shift both of you into the desired position as Renjun, dreading being denied another orgasm again, obediently sinks down on your cock without much hesitation this time.

  "Oh you should've known better don't you?" You gleefully smirk as you slap his jiggling cheeks playfully like treating a toy. "You should know that I am the Queen that completely owns you, and you should be thankful that I grant you the privilege to let you share my throne on my lap, yet you decided to be an ungrateful little rascal." 

  You then commence fondling his balls that ache to be touched again. "See? If you had let me taken over you much more willingly without those stupid attempts to protest, we could have so much more fun together…" While one of your hands is still jerking him off, the other goes up to firmly tug his hair, pulling his head closer to you as your lips approach his ear. "The Queen enjoying the show her little cockslave is putting on and you getting the best fuck of your life...why were you just too stupid to realize that this spices things up for both of us sooner? My pretty little fuckpet?"

  "I was stupid, Your Highness." Renjun slides deeper into his subspace as he bounces up and down on you even faster. "Please allow your dumb slave to cum...please…"

  "Finally someone's remorseful." You muse in delight. "But still…" You steady your lower body and tighten your grip on Renjun, before starting to thrust back up into him, the sensation almost choking the pretty boy, as he leans his chin on your shoulder for extra support, a convenient position for you to whisper more nasty things to him.

  “Look at you now, riding my cock and following commands this well. You do have the potential to be my pliant plaything, but your snarky bratty mouth refused to surrender. But in fact, you are just a tsundere little kitten that treasures your useless pride a bit too much to admit that you love being humiliated and tortured, aren’t you?” Your hips move in sync with his, both of you focused on getting the dildo deeper inside him, as Renjun lets out a faint whimper indicating your pertinent descriptive words has worked on him. “But now since you have been good, I will fuck every last bit of your purity, sanity, rationality and your so-called masculinity out of you until you are a teary vulnerable mess and begging me to have mercy on you, because all you deserve is to be fucked open as my personal sleazy slut every single night…” 

  Renjun feels his second climax soon building up again as both the physical pleasure and the stimuli from your graphic degrading words resonate in harmony in his mind, sending him over the edge. You on the other hand, feel even more empowered and aroused at the fact that though with the fabric barrier of your clothes blocking direct contact with your sub, you still are blessed with the ability to wrap him around your finger, with more ecstasy dripping out of your heat at the sight of a beautifully flushed Renjun humping you in his honeyed voice.

  You respond to his fervent pleas to cum with some gentle coaxes, which soon milk hot spurts of seeds out of him as he gradually slows down and crashes onto you, burying his face into the crook of your neck. Doing your aftercare routine to get him back to his senses, you gently peck his limp body and wipe the tears away from the corner of his eyes, then wrap him in a comfy Moomin blanket he likes the most that you have already prepared next to you beforehand, and tell him how good he is at pleasuring you and how ethereal he looks right now while you affectionately pet his hair which is damp from sweat.

  Arms still tightly around your waist, Renjun finally looks up to face you, but avoids your direct gaze from time to time to prevent himself from burning with embarrassment. 

  “Now what? Still too shy to admit that you like lap cuddles?” You lightheartedly tease and nudge him.

  “No, I’m not!” Renjun’s voice, though sounding indignant at first, you can still detect the undertone that is filled with love and the cravings of more intimacy with you.

  You both giggle as you allow him to bury his face in your chest to indulge in your sweet fragrance that never fails to remind him whom he belongs to and feels safe with, cherishing the moment in comfortable silence where you just simply enjoy each other’s company.

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[hyphypmic]

HypMic: You Dare Cheat on Their Daughter?

@misaki-na asked: Hello! Can I request an Parents!AU about these Hypmic dads reacted to see their Daughter got dumped by her first bf because he's cheated on her? Thank you, have a nice day! 💕💕

Let’s get this.

Ichiro

Calm? Yeah he’s actually pretty calm honestly

Though he’s probably is fuming in anger inside

He would hold his daughter as she’s crying but then he would use and abuse his connections

Like he wouldn’t do anything drastic

He’d probably take out his rage on something else, not the guy

But he would so go after him, like personally go to his place of residence and threaten him

Or somehow  corner him and blast him with the hypnosis mic then pin him against the wall and threaten him

That rap is going to fucking nearly melt those brains out, but he would never let him forget

Jiro

Flat out makes a very, very threatening street art that so happens to be near his house

At first he’d be honoured right? But then… well it’s a very very realistic depiction and drawing of his death

Like as the person who was upset with Ichiro for abandoning him and Saburo, he would be very, very upset with that boyfriend

Though he wouldn’t make an actual attempt on the life though… well he’s matured enough to not like actually lash out

But then that street art would be very, very, very threatening with the undertones of death

Oh and, it wouldn’t be one art only, it would be a lot, to serve as reminders

Saburo

Oh god he’s so smart like, oh god whoever did that to is as good as dead

He’s not yonder level, but he, probably at this point, is successful in his own field and has a ton of connections

Like he could use Samatoki, or his own brothers for that matter because his daughter is basically their daughter

And it would really become a family affair so he would really have a plan that would involve more than one person attacking the dumbass

Like one time its gonna be Ichiro, then when the guy tries to run its Jiro, then last blow would be Saburo

Samatoki

Oh god, he would not take cheating kindly

But then he wouldn’t go sprack on his daughter like, he’d probably just click his tongue and tell her to be more careful but then also hold and comfort her if she’s crying

No one deserves to be treated like they’re second rate

I mean, he wouldn’t go out and kill him you know bc not allowed by everyone else (Jyuto, his s/o… the law)

But on the street and he sees him, he makes a fucking threat on his life

Or you know, just wreaks his house

Or beats him up… personally because he has all this pent up rage that he needs to let loose and additional Hypmic after the beating

Or has Jyuto have him arrested after Samatoki frames him for a crime, wreaks his house, beats him up and makes sure he’ll live in fear for the rest of his life

You hurt one MTC daughter, you have the whole MTC on you

Jyuto

Flat out finds blackmail of him and publishes it through an anonymous name because he has connections

Like not just crime blackmail, but actual incriminating blackmail of like humiliating pictures, stories

And the cheating story doesn’t make the front page with his daughter’s name on it, but the other girl’s name on it, also humiliating her

The victim is unknown and all and the story circulates with help with his connections and blackmail of his own

He also arrests him for crimes he didn’t commit and lets him fester there with the worst fucking inmates ever

And when he gets out, MTC will be on his heels

Samatoki would be out for killing, well sort of

Jyuto would make the law processes as hard as possible

Riou would just be a silent presence with his training

Riou

He wouldn’t react that bad, but then he would also be sent into the rage and has to go to the gym to cool off or punch some trees

Riou like setting traps right? Well, Riou sets traps. Riou fucking like finds out his schedule and has Jyuto make fake contracts that the guy would sign, or fake deliveries of drugs

And the guy would end up getting arrested and Riou would be there to beat him up while in the jail cell

Or tbh, kidnap him and place him in the middle of the woods where he would have to fucking survive on his own

No help will be given where no one can can hear him scream

Ramuda

You just fucked with the wrong division

But Ramuda would do it all on his own, and everyone is honestly fooled by his facade

So when is daughter comes up to him crying, saying the entire cheating thing, Ramuda just consoles her and cheers her up by going out and having a meal and all, but then he would have a plan in mind

He could bring the other two, but he wants the satisfaction of him doing it by himself, and he has a ton of connections and he knows how to play

So he would work on the blackmail, the small inconveniences, and also the fucking threats mailed to him, and his bank account emptying, the loss of friends, the eviction notices, the fake news and rumours spreading about him generally just ruining his life while he just watches from above and sees his daughter party about her ex having a miserable life

Oh and wardrobe, completely ruined

Gentaro

he will comfort his daughter and like tell her truths and reassure her of all the things and on the spot write a funny poem

An author will write

So he will write and publish so much shit, and most of his raps will be dedicated to hating on him

And he will publish stories that are lies, but written so well that everyone believes them, like think Reynolds Pamphlet except fake

So there’s an entire controversy about him and he keeps adding fuel to the fire by asking Ramuda to help him get the message across

And one day he will fucking tear him down with the worst and most painful rap of all that would leave him nearly insane and do you really want to cross him

Dice

Please don’t mess with Dice either

He will flat out, with no restraints, go after the guy the moment the daughter tells him

He will drag said guy back to the house and force him to apologise to her, but of course before that he would really beat him up within an inch of his life

And he’s honestly going to use hypnosis mic and really kill his mind and beat him so hard

All he wants is a better life for his daughter and not to be tossed aside like scrap

So yeah he’s furious as hell with no one to restrain him, and I really think he’s so strong that the punches fuelled with adrenaline are gonna hurt to the different level

Jakurai

Ill-doc

No really, do you want to mess with the assassin?

I mean, to his daughter, the usual comforting and the chill and the hugging

But that night, good lord someone should really send help to that guy

Jakurai loves process, that’s what he shares with Ramuda, so he does the thing where threats are placed everywhere and it drives him crazy

Think like batman but, with a real endgame kind of goal

and at the end, the guy will find himself cornered with Jakurai kind of just behind him like a shadow

Ill-DOC comes back with the kind of bone breaking that’s permanent, and it keeps him quiet because it leaves the promise for more

Or worse, injections that don’t kill, but flow like acid and burn for a long long time

Doppo

Calls up Jakurai

Or he deals with it himself, though he wouldn’t be so confrontational about it and would be a mess first

But when the guy starts to be condescending, he stops apologising

Because no one, condescends his daughter, he can take anything hurled at him, but once you start on ruining his daughter, you’re in a for a new treat

The things he’s about to do, he won’t apologise for any of it

The rap he blurts out is the most unapologetic thing that can happen, like really, the most unapologetic

Like Doppo with no barriers and he’s so brutal without worrying about being offensive or apologising

Hifumi

that boy is so dead

Hifumi isn’t the brute force kind of guy, but in a suit, he can easily persuade the guy to go drink with him in a bar

And Hifumi can charm him into another drink and another drink and another drink until he is ruined drunk

Completely ruined drunk that he does so many stupid things and Hifumi lets him

He even brings him to the host club to flirt and play with the girls, all the while Hifumi takes pictures with the guy’s fucking phone, posts them and lets everyone see them

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #headcanon #daughter #parents #buster bros #ichiro yamada #jiro yamada #saburo yamada #mad trigger crew #samatoki aohitsugi #jyuto iruma #riou busujima #fling posse #ramuda amemura #daisu arisugawa #yumeno gentaro #matenrou #jakurai jinguji #doppo kannonzaka #hifumi izanami

[dailysassfromshego]

Controversial topics about my country!!!

As some of you might now, I live in a pretty damn Balkan Eastern European country that is pretty misogynistic, homophobic etc etc….

-ABORTION We all are shocked now about USA anti-“pro-life” propaganda these recent days…Thank God in Albania abortions are legal for some several reasons that the poorest states of America (like Alabama) are failing to actually understand!  1) POOR EDUCATION!!! Poor education means high illiteracy rates followed by low average income (Albanian’s average monthly wage is around 200-300 euros). Poor education also means incest, rape and unprotected sex! Yes, our rates on these are pretty high! I got friends whose moms and/or themselves work at maternity centers/hospitals and they say the average of teenage pregnancies are too damn high and a good part of them end up in abortion, specifically or if possible in other cities so nobody specially their parents won’t see them to “publicly shame on them somehow”, simply because falling pregnant at a very young age is also humiliating to their parents and if they found out those girls better commit suicide rather than being actually killed by their fathers or bigger brothers!!! Rarely these girls get the support of their own family tbh and specifically if these girls are from the rural parts of the country. This happens mainly because a girl should be married first and give birth later, and in most scenarios this is because of unprotected sex due to their partners being total assholes for refusing to use protection and most of the cases later dumping them!  2) Health risks for mother or kid! These were the cases that were tolerated even back during communism (also rape and incest were part of the exclusion at that time), but even then there would be a lot where women would fake illnesses to want a pregnancy terminated for sorely their personal reasons. (At least they’d better fake documents at a very trusted person or they could easily face Spaç, the Albanian Gulag, cause spies were fucking everywhere!) And “yes” there could be complications that show up after the 5th month.  3) THE GENDER OF THE KID! Being a very misogynistic country aborting simply because the upcoming child is a girl will push wives by their husbands to commit an UNWANTED ABORTION! This is by far the most controversial and this is the only reason that should be banned by law if you ask me! Thankfully abortions cost less than 200 euros. And to all those “pro-lifers”: You really are pro-life but if the kid dies within the next 3 years by the poor life conditions don’t @ me cause ya all the real anti-lifers! Or lets say that those kids end up in an orphanage where in most cases the conditions are equally as bad as if their biological mothers would keep ‘em, specially in poor countries most kids in orphanages are malnourished, psychologically and physically abused by the people who work in those orphanages or by their older fellows! (I can not even count the amount of the cases we had here and most are within the last 3 years!) “If are a pro-lifer then you better want a life with quality not with the guaranteed fear of abuse and death!!!”

-LGBTQ RIGHTS Not the most welcomed country for the LGBTQ community, I see actors and politicians being openly homophobic and swearing to kill their own sons if they found out they were gay, live on TV programs! However the more educated and informed the common society gets the better for the community! Here you got a source for more info into this topic if interested! Thankfully we are progressing into this topic and we got 17th of May on 2014 as the 1st LGBTQ pride and since then held every year! (Currently speaking we have some exchange students from Spain that are gay and one of them has cried for having a very good time here and being accepted from his fellow students and my father, who is his teacher and if not actually the only one of the teachers to truly accept him for whom he is rather than in his home where he is very badly treated by his teachers simply because he is gay and drags!) However we also got a kind of “transgender” culture that is more of an old tradition in rural parts of Northern Albania, practiced under the “Kanun of Lek Dukagjini/Rules of Lek Dukagjini” (check on internet about this one, is a very interesting topic to even study on it if you are a non-Albanian + it will get you to understand the whole old mentality of this country better) the women called “Burrnesha” or else called the “Sworn Virgin” who are the women that take a vow of chastity and wear male clothing in order to live as men in patriarchal northern Albanian society, cause due to the family not having any sons therefore they’d become “the sons their family never had” keep their childhood surnames and inherit the family properties. There is also a whole National Geographic Taboo series episode dedicated on this topic + a lot of documentaries for you to check out! In this patriarchal country is basically more acceptable if a woman condones with the life of a man than a boy with a woman’s. Notable is one of the best live-on-air TV programs “wrecks” was when a transgender got asked by the dumb ass hostess what kind of community she represents and her respond was “I represent the community of women!” and the host went by in a very pushing way “but you are a different kind of a woman it should be something more or else…” and the other ones interrupts “…let me take is this way honey, just because you are blonde you represent the community of blondes?” and the host says in a thinking way “…mmm yes, actually, yes!” This scene became one of the best memes against the illiteracy of that particular TV hostess whom is known to make stupid questions and totally out of place comments + a boom against most of those so called journalists that have and are filling our media courses full of unprofessionalism, lies and trash content! “Your genitalia preferences are none of my business and shouldn’t be anybody’s! What matters is your character!”

-WOMEN RIGHTS Believe it on not Albania allowed women to vote before Italy, starting in 1920 and gaining full rights of voting in 1945! The very 1st feminist movement was started leaded by Urani Rumbo (who happens to be from the same city as me, Gjirokastra) who promoted woman’s emancipation by publishing the newspaper “Drita” (light in Albanian) and protesting in 1923 so girls could get high-school education! It is known though that actually the Tosk part (Southern part of Albania) was always more matriarchal compared to the patriarchal Geg part (Northern part), and women where seen with far more equal rights towards men while in the other part women were seen as objects. However in 1945 Albania became the 1st communist country that actually applied the ideal of gender equality compared to others that were more symbolic rather than actually applied! That system also put a whole ban on pre-arranged marriages, gave them their rights to get a full education, vote and work equally as men did! You finally had female doctors, drivers etc. even mine diggers!!! (When my grandmother had my father she was just 19 and my grandfather, 26 at the time, was begging to her to continue her university studies on economics where she had won a scholarship, but she kept on declining saying she had to raise the kids while he was saying that her mother could do that as she was living with them! Now she regrets not listening to him!) Anyways by the fall of communism in 90′, things got a bit out of control and the “Kanun” (friendly reminder the “Kanun” is basically medieval rules made somewhere in the 1400′ for the rural parts of the north) got back in tracks and a lot women lost their rights not “legally” but “morally” and this being applied till recent days where the law and authorities would actually do nothing on cases of domestic abuse, rape and incest. And as if this is not enough most of these cases are not even reported due to fear from their husbands, relatives or even family for putting a shame on them! Not to even mention some sexist laws that were put the recent years… Though thankfully there are people fighting about that but yet again is a lot to do due to poor education specially mainly in the rural parts which consists around 70% of the country! “There is still a lot to be done!”

-RELIGION Now this one is my fave! Here nobody gives a flying fuck about your faith! Once again the 1st communist country to truly apply the ideology’s terms making us the 1st Atheist country in the world, in the 60′! Sure a lot mosques and churches were demolished, yet the most important ones were preserved (compared to now that only a few are being founded by Turkey, Greece or Vatican regarding on where they apply their interests on, which is totally unacceptable, and most of them aren’t legit ones with real historical values) and a lot of priest and believers where imprisoned (this one wasn’t a fair move tbh), yet it was the best option to finally unify the nation based on nationality rather than on religion that most nations actually do and/or have! If that wasn’t done on the right time Albania would have ended up in a Bosnia of 90′ scenario where people slaughtered each-other for identifying with another religion=nationality! That, cause if religions weren’t banned people would not accept each-other only because of having another faith, not to add the slurs each of them had and still do somehow! This opened up to marriages regardless of religion which is truly an amazing thing and impossible in most of the world! (My mum is Christian Orthodox from her family, my dad Bektashi Muslim from his and it was his choice to baptize me Christian Orthodox... Funny part? None of us is actually a believer!!!) Why still does? After 90′ a lot people, mainly non-Albanians, found free space to mess up with people’s minds and pushing them to become believers of a certain religion for a considerate amount of money in exchange! Believe it or not this still is a very high risk these days using all sorts of forms to brainwash the illiterate part of the society and condone with a lifestyle that is borderline morally and physically illegal or at least should be illegal! Simply because religion is a very personal topic and nobody should push that on anybody in any way possible! However the best part of being a secular state is that you get to celebrate extra vocations!  “In the end of the day Albanians’ real faith is “money and food”... as for the rest we don’t really care as long as we got to celebrate!” XD

#religion #women rights #lgbtq #abortion #pro-choice #controversial topics #albania #sorry for long post #facts #get to know a country you got no idea of

[alo-piss-trancy]

What would be some Grell omorashi headcanons?

Quick Note: I tend to use she/her for Gr/ell and hc her as a tra/ns wo/man, but I also understand between canon sources, non-canon char interviews, author intentions, dif cultural views, The time period the canon takes place in vs. The year the media was published vs. Our current time now changing views/terms, it's ALL a giant clustertruck question mark blob. So feel free to hc Gre/ll differently, be that a very feminine ga/y man or b/i or nonb/inary or whatever, I genuinely don't mind how anyone hcs characters and fan content does not affect my enjoyment of canon in any way. I'm never gonna pick fights and claim somebody's playing with their imaginary Barbie wrong lmao, kindergarteners know better than that

Now to the actual ask:

ANON I LOVE YOU!!! Gr/ell is one of my fav chars EVER but I never get to talk about her hhhhh ❤❤❤

I've had 8 dang years to think about this so enjoy a varied selection 😼 I'm sorry in advance bc half of these are very lemony oops

General:

* Reapers have stronger bladders than humans (in terms of capacity/general strength), but they're still much weaker than a demon's (goes for all bodily functions tbh. Demons don't really have any, the only reason they would need to go is if they chose to partake in occasional food/drink, and could easily hold it for weeks or even months at a time). A reaper can probably hang in there with a full bladder for a day or two if very determined, less if they've had any strong diuretics/alcohol (I imagine the humans' stuff is p weak tho and barely gets them buzzed).

* Gr/ell's bladder is stronger than a newbie like Ro/nald's, but weaker than someone like W/ill's. Mostly bc she's frequently drinking unhealthy stuff and has no problem up and ditching to pee as soon as she's tired of waiting.

* Not bladdershy in the slightest, and not dysp/horic either. (While she wants a womb/too look more womanly, she also seems fairly content with her body and even takes pride in it in several scenes.) The only time I could see her getting nervous/locking up is if she had a really bad day or felt extra self-conscious, and it wouldn't be a very severe condition.

* She doesn't like going in weird/gross places because she is a Beautiful Lady With Standards, thank you very much. If she has absolutely no choice she'll suck it up and pee in an alley like the commoner humans, but she will complain about it for the next few years at every opportunity.

* That being said she's also a huge hypocrite, and if the situation was reversed would immediately snap at someone like W/ill or Ro/nald to just go in the alley already instead of failing to hide their desperation on the job. You bunch of damn babies, grow a pair.

* If she needs to be serious/doesn't want ppl to know, she can hide desperation fairly well (a little clumsy/flushed and sweaty, but that could be mistaken as her normal goofy behavior), masking how bad it really is until she's a minute from wetting herself.

* If she doesn't care and wants to complain though, she's obvious af. Whines and gripes the whole time, full-blown potty dance to garner sympathy, legs crossed and bouncing, everything. By the time she gets to the suspiciously e/rotic moans ppl usually hurry to find her a bathroom/yell at her to leave lol

* There have definitely been times when Gre/ll used going to the bathroom as an excuse to ditch work for a LONG time or took many frequent smaller breaks to do her nails/read magazines/flirt with Seb, etc. Needless to say, this backfires terribly the one time she actually does have to go because W/illiam definitely isn't putting up with her bs no matter how much she begs or squirms. He's even madder at her when he realizes he'll have to clean the floor. If she wasn't so mad/embarrassed herself, she'd have taken joy in his karma and gladly told him to suck her d/ick.

* That's def not the first time W/ill's seen her desperate or piss herself. As young stud reapers in training I guarantee G/rell got shitfaced at company parties on more than one occasion (or just went out drinking the night before work on a weekday lol). Frequently showed up for field work having to pee every other hour and driving him nuts c':

* She and Ma/dame Red definitely fooled around a couple of times (she's the only woman Gr/ell's ever been attracted to) . Maybe Gr/ell already had the kink and brought it up, or maybe Red saw Gr/ell squirming and asked (insisted) she let her watch until she lost control, but either way things got dirty real quick lmao. Red slapped a demon's ass in the same room as her nephew, she's dom AF (and inappropriate lmao). G/rell's a giant masochist/sadist combo. Do the math 👀👌💯

* I personally love the concept of her ending up desperate after inviting herself along and crashing one of C/iel and Seb/astian's missions and just being miserable the whole time trying to hide it. Because she def can't embarrass herself in front of B/assy, but even worse she will NOT prove she has to take a potty break before some human kid. Naturally, C/iel being the complete brat and posessive bitch he is, immediately picks up on her predicament and torments her the whole time/makes a fool of her without letting Seb know the real issue. She can't lay a finger on him because she'd be Dead and she can't whine for B/assy to get him to stop bc that would mean explaining her problem so it just keeps escalating in comedic fashion. (This isn't even an omo hc really sorry lol, I just love any plot with those two bickering like petty babies as rivals for Seb's attention, even better if Ci/el consistently pulls one over on her and is the more mature one. You killed my aunt and then tried to steal my butler, Get Rekt Bitch )

* In any aus where she isn't hooking up with Red or trying to get Seb, I ship her hard with Un/dertaker (they're my otp actually don't judge me). In those he's actually the one with a massive piss kink and she's weirded tf out at first, but I mean if ur bf already eats dog biscuits and sleeps in a coffin u can probs learn to live with it. She indulges him periodically and he spoils her rotten afterwards. (I actually had several fic ideas for those two back in the day. One day maybe I'll finally get around to it).

* No matter what she draws a hard line at drinking it. No thank you. Golden showers are a maybe but they better have some gr8 shampoo to scrub her luxurious hair with afterwards.

* Wetting herself in that too small choir outfit from s1 that basically made short shorts and a crop top? P l e a s e

Dom G/rell:

* Has totally tried to pin Seb down/trap him somewhere and use his increasing desperation as leverage to get what she wants since he's too proper to wet himself. It probably doesn't work bc he's crafty and also could just throw her across the room, but u know. Points for trying.

* When someone lets her dom them willingly she's an absolutely sadistic fiend. W/ill completely torment them until they're begging and broken, and they have to pleasure her first before she'll show any mercy and allow them to let go. That said, she's got an almost sweet tone to anything she says and is very affectionate the whole time. It's a dichotomy that leaves any subs an absolute wreck. Her absolute fav part is watching ppl squirm and start to leak, it's cute.

* She also likes doing the whole fake sympathy play, where everything nice she says makes it 20x worse for the sub. Poor babies ❤

* Making out so they can't say anything no matter how desperate they are, just writhing underneath her with their whimpers muffled in her mouth? Perfection.

* Slowly pressing her boot into someone's abdomen is her signature move.

Sub Gr/ell:

* Loves the whole humiliation aspect and being all squirmy and nervous in front of (S/EBASTIAN) people, struggling to hide her problems and act casual but knowing her face is flushed red.

* When it gets really bad she gets super whiny and submissive, whimpering and moaning and really playing up the vulnerable aspect. Look how pitiful she is, it would be oh so easy for them to have their way with her~ (and then she bats her eyelashes and they just glare ajdkgk stop fucking around G/rell this is a Serious Scene we talked about this before we started)

* Sometimes she does public holds or gets desperate before a mission/visit just so she can see how long she can get away with it before she has to cave/people get suspicious. It's k/inky, exh/ibitionist, and oh so delicious~

* Lives for (S/EBASTIAN) the dom to get mad and disappointed in her, verbally berating her for not being more composed and embarrassing them in public, manhandling her as she's dragged somewhere more secluded to get ahold of herself, being teased and poked and prodded all while they're sneering in her ear. She wants to feel like the dirtiest, most ashamed and nervous person alive for such a simple need, knowing it's going to come out eventually no matter how hard she tries to be Good, having to beg and plead with teary eyes only to be denied access to the bathroom and told to suck it up and hold it.

* She really liked her original disguise/persona from the Ma/dame Red Days for this exact reason. Could be as shy and stuttery as possible and really play it up, got bossed around/teased by everyone, it was great. Totally got desperate once or twice so 'he' could beg Seb/astian to use the manor bathroom and get pitied. If he 'tripped' and just so happened to lose control and start crying, well, that couldn't be helped...

#omocute #omorashi #fandomo #fictomo #bear gets a letter #kuro omo

[ariistocracies]

i am ,, going to attempt to rush through this last intro bc i um . Suck and procrastinate on things jdslkjfs. im down trying 2 act cool so u guys ready my intros so we out here and this is my soft boy tony !!

shawn mendes. cismale. he/him. — did you see { anthony debarros }, i haven’t seen the { twenty-one } year old in a while! you know, they’re a { editorial assistant }, and have been living in jersey city for { five months }. some say they’re { fickle & over-analytical }, but i think they’re { diligent & empathetic }. regardless, i’m glad { tony } is here.

STATISTICS:

full name: anthony gabriel debarros nicknames: tony hometown: seattle, washington sexuality: pansexual gender: cismale spoken languages: english, spanish, & french hogwarts house: ravenclaw

BACKSTORY + PERSONALITY:

okie so to start off, tony was born into a fairly middle class family in seattle, washington where his mom was a pediatrician and his dad was a police officer for the city and it was the typical white picket fence kind of life with tony, his older brother samuel ( 23 ) and his younger brother jesse ( 18 )

tbh normal was the most likely word that tony would use to describe his life ?? he got along with his parents and brothers for the most part and kept his head down in school and mainly focused on his studies ?? loved reading and could definitely read a  whole book in a day if he wanted ,, which he has done multiple times bc ya boi has a membership at barnes and noble and has no chill jslkfjdsl

his parents always tell him how much of a quieter child he was in comparison to samuel and jesse bc both are actually big into sports and the whole All American Boy type of persona with being great at football and flirting with pretty girls and having girlfriends where tony kind of just .. existed ?? lmao idk how to exPLAIN

he kind of just went through the motions, was definitely considered the quiet and geeky kid in his class and made ppl surprised since samuel was v popular when he was in school and with jesse a grade below him, it was more believable that sam and jesse were related than tony being their brother ?? just bc the stark difference in personalities

tony didn’t mind much since he usually kept to his own devices, had his own small group of friends and went through the motions of high school and his part time job as a server at a popular restaurant in seattle ,, def one of the kids in all a.p classes and excels in all of his classes without needing to study much ?? but he does anyway bc he figures it’s a better past time than partying or drinking

definitely wears his heart on his sleeve and more in touch with his emotions than his brothers ,, loves them but also a bit :// since they tend to pick on him and tease him about being the black sheep among the debarros brothers and when jesse does it during school hours or just talks to him at his locker tony can’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable ?? just prefers blending in rather than sticking out

9/10 times u see him he probably has his headphones in bc music is a nice escape for him and it helps him focus rather than on ppl surrounding him since he’s not the biggest fan of large crowds of being the center of attention

more of an introvert who prefers nights in watching shows on netflix than big nights out .. i picture a v sad time when tony was in high school that bc he is v attractive bc hello shawn mendes ,, samuel and jesse dragged tony to a party once and tried to get tony to lose his virginity and got a girl to try and seduce him ?? tony was v uncomfortable and he was too anxious to say no when she brought him to a bedroom and little did he know that his brothers were filming in the closet ,, smh

tony got as far as kissing before pushing away when she tried to unbuckle his pants and then found out about his brothers and just felt v humiliated and didn’t speak to his brothers for a good two weeks after that and just retreated further into himself

that experience kind of just ,, ruined sexual encounters for him and for as much as he just wants to rid of his virginity since he feels like it’s a giant neon sign over his head, he’s too nervous to attempt anything ?? given he’s attracted to personality more than anything he’s just too lost in his head and potential romantic / sexual encounters make him anxious

he graduated as valedictorian in his grade and even though he’s incredibly brilliant, tony was completely lost of what he wants to do ?? and that was solidified when sam went off to join the marines and tony couldn’t decide which college to commit to and nearly took a year off before last minute deciding on villanova university for english !!

he graduates summa cum laude a semester early and ya mans secures a job at the publishing house that he interned at during the summer,, so now he works at simon and schuster in nyc where he commutes to on the daily to be an editorial assistant where he p much helps out senior editors with manuscripts and rejection/acceptance letters

he’s v protected bc his parents kind of babied him a bit ,, his mom loved him since he was the softer of his sons and they connected well emotionally and for as tough as his dad was, he was v supportive to tony and he has great communication with his mom and dad ,, they both grounded his brothers for a month after they finally got tony to tell them about the Incident nfjdsjfkl

so yeah just more so observant and quiet since he likes to watch ppl rather than jump head first in ,, v thoughtful but can lead to him over analyzing situations but overall a v sweet bub who is hoping to make some friends

#jrsy.intro #my !!! last !!! one !!! #bless up

[thelonerlife-blog]

13 Reasons Why

So in this post, I’ll talk about my opinions of the characters on the show (Not the book since the book didn’t expand so much on the other characters and  there are major I mean MAJOR differences between the book and the show)

SPOILERS BELOW

Worst to best

Bryce: Sick, Rapist, didn’t think what he did was wrong, believed that every girl wanted to be with him, bully, asshole. I need a dictionary to find every single horrible word in the dictionary to describe him.

Mr. Porter: how the hell is he a guidance counselor, told Hannah to move on after she was raped, He didn’t really care about kids being bullied but he only cares about his job, Do you remember how he told Tyler to figure out what he’s doing that makes the kids pick on him. Who fucking tells a bullied kid to do that!! I can write an essay on why I hate him.

Courtney: Only cares about herself, betrayed Hannah, RAPE APOLOGIST, Wanted to hide the fact that she’s gay even though her parents were gay ??, RAPE APOLOGIST, needed to be slapped every time she opened her mouth, fucking liar and further ruined Hannah’s reputation even though she knew that Hannah’s reputation was a fucking lie, RAPE APOLOGIST

Marcus : Only cares about himself, Tried to use Hannah, Would do anything to cover up his ass (like remember what he did with the Clay and the weed ), humiliated Hannah when she rejected him (fucking asshole), scum bag, selfish, he was always trying to stick with Bryce so he could get what he wanted. didn’t believe what he did was wrong

Justin Foley: He started the rumors and slut shaming that happened to Hannah and ruined her first kiss. Didn’t fucking try hard enough to stop Jessica from being raped, brainwashed Jessica to believe that Hannah was a liar, hid behind Bryce Walker, who fucking raped his girlfriend because he needed his money, who lies about someone being raped in order to protect them. The reason he’s under Courtney and Marcus is that he actually told the truth in the end and cut off his ties with Bryce while the other 2 remained shit.

Tyler: creep, stalker,, betrayed Hannah when he said that he deleted all the pics but actually had one and exposed Hannah and invaded her fucking privacy and made her feel like she was no longer safe. H said that clay was the last  one who  got the tapes which was a fucking dick move ; however, Clay shouldn’t have exposed him like that and the others overly bullied him and no one shouldn’t be bullied like that even if he was a creepy stalker and they drove him to insanity like he might shoot the fucking school because he was bullied and when tried looking for help Mr. Porter was a complete asshole to him. He’s still a fucking creep and stalker but it doesn’t make bullying him okay

Jess: a horrible best friend used the rumors and blamed Hannah for something stupid that Alex Standall did, thought Hannah was an attention whore and a liar on the tapes even though everyone else’s stories on the tapes were true on the tape was true, annoyed me with her excessive wildness. Didn’t deserve to get raped. Loved how she didn’t forgive Justin Liar Foley like you go girl and I really hope she gets better and gets her fucking shit together.

Zach: wants to be a marine biologist which is cute af, star basketball player, tried to make Hannah feel better, actually Kept the letter ; however, he actually hangs out with  the wrong people like BRYCE AND JUSTIN even though they are the reincarnations of the devil, makes stupid decisions like steal people’s compliments, tries to hide the tapes which is stupid as Alex Standall described him, ���You’re just an entitled idiot who does, cruel stupid things even though you probably have a decent heart”. Also, he ignored Justin Foley who thought of him as his best friend when he needed a place to stay

Ryan: actual asshole, arrogant af, shouldn’t have published Hannah’s poem without her fucking consent even if he believed that it’s good as it’s her fucking thoughts. He betrayed Hannah's trust. However, his replies actually cracked me up when he reminded everyone how Bryce was a rapist and how he called out Courtney for being a rape apologist

Sheri: responsible for my baby Jeff’s death, didn’t report the accident even though Hannah begged her to report it ; however, in the end, she helped the elderly couple and reported herself to the police which was an amazing move, probably the only one on the tapes who wasn’t conspiring against Clay, lowkey shipped her with Clay.

Alex Standall: seriously wrote Hannah as best ass because he wanted to take revenge on Jessica for not having fucking sex with him, ruined his friendship with both of them; however he felt so fucking guilty about it and tried to be better, relatable character, he called out everyone for their shit, wanted for everyone to know the truth and to expose Bryce  for the fucking rapist he is, NOBODY CAUGHT THE SIGNS AND HE TRIED TO FUCKING COMMIT SUICIDE EVEN THOUGH THE SIGNS WERE SO FUCKING CLEAR. I really hope he survives

Clay Jensen: Took too damn long to finish the fucking tapes, his revenge shit was annoying af, problematic, should have been the better person and not exposed tyler, awkward af (even more than me), felt sorry for him when he listened to his tape, shouldn’t have blamed himself for what happened to Hannah, probably the only person who made Clay happy, felt sorry because he lost his best friend and his crush in the same month, actually believed Hannah and didn’t accuse her of being a liar, LOVED IT WHEN HE CONFRONTED BRYCE AND GOT THE 14TH TAPE LIKE THIS WAS SUCH A GREAT SCENE !!!, Loved how he tried to help Skye at the end of the show, really don’t want Tyler to shoot him, was sweet to many people including Jeff’s parents and Hannah's parents

Hannah Baker : a little over-dramatic, anyone who says that she didn’t resist Bryce enough can fucking fight me (yes, people actually say this ), shows you why slut shaming was wrong, really talented poet , didn’t deserve to die this way, needed to know that many people loved her, I was disappointed when the poetry guy told her to come back and that they missed her and she didn’t realize that people actually loved her and needed to survive, a little annoying tbh, she was surrounded by drama, deserved a proper funeral

TONY: was always there for Clay, followed Clay around to make sure he was okay, so sweet when realized that Clay was about to listen to his tape, respected Hannah’s wish, almost risked his relationship for Hannah, he could have actually ignored the whole thing but he didn’t, sweetheart, I loved his mustang, tolerated Clay’s mood swings, was very helpful to the Bakers, gave the tapes to the Bakers when he realized it was the right thing to do

JEFF ATKINS : He was very sweet to the cute little nerdy Clay Jensen, He deserved better, He wanted to get his grades better,  He deserved better, He wanted to help Clay become more social, He deserved better, He talked about Clay really well to his parents, He deserved better , He was a sweetheart, He deserved better , He was adorable, He deserved better, remember when he carried the drunk guy away from Clay and Hannah so they could have fun together, He deserved better , I needed him as a best friend, He deserved better, He didn’t deserve to die, He deserved better, He didn’t deserve to get blamed for drunk driving,   He deserved better, I loved him so fucking much,  He deserved better, He was the only pure soul on the show,  He deserved better

[losingluckynumbers]

Just me rambling about my life and what it has been like living with far less money than ever before.

I probably haven’t told you this, but since last autumn I’ve been living on a much tighter budget than ever before in my life. I wouldn't go as far as to say I’m poor since I have a roof over my head, I can afford my medicine, and occasionally I can buy something nice for myself. But I’m relatively poor. I don’t know if you’re familiar with this term, but in practice it means I have a lot less money than most people around me - meaning, when my friends with actual jobs ask me to do this and that, like go out to eat etc. I can’t. (There’s a wonderful Friends episode about this btw.) My monthly budget rarely allows such luxuries as eating out or going to a bar or whatever. (Sometimes they offer to pay for things for me so that I could go out too, which is simultaneously extremely nice of them and extremely humiliating for me. It’s even more humiliating to have to ask your dad for help with the rent when you’re close to thirty years old - tbh, I’d be in serious trouble without my dad, luckily he wants to help his loser daughter.♥) 

Anyway, I don’t know if it’s because of my financial situation or because I’m getting old, but I’ve learned to prioritise things in a whole new way, and wanted to share some of my discoveries with you. Don’t get me wrong, not having money is not some educational eye-opening  experience, it just sucks, because you’re always stressed out, counting cents (and paying with those cents at the university cafeteria), and praying to God nothing of the sort happens that would result to extra bills. It makes you feel very insecure, which is really energy-consuming. However, about those discoveries I mentioned:

I’ve lost about 80% of my interest towards fashion or make-up or things like that. I’m actually really annoyed that I have to try and find money for some new clothes cos’ I’ve lost a lot of weight lately and all my jeans are too big for me now.

If make-up costs more than 3€, it doesn’t expire. Using the same mascara for about nine months is fine. Also, it is possible to do your make-up with a few market products without needing five different brushes and a piece of foam that costs 20€ ffs.

Magically my hair hasn’t fallen off even though I no longer use salon products. Weird, ha? Going to a hairdresser maybe about twice a year is also cool.

As a result of all this I’ve started caring less and less about my looks. 

Buying something just because they’re of a certain brand is ridiculous and I don’t know why I ever cared about that stuff.

My door does NOT have a “no ads” sign - I want all the ads in case something I’d have to buy anyway is on sale somewhere.

When buying food I don’t just concentrate on what I like, I also consider not only the price but the nutritional value, so I could get everything my body needs from food (I do have to eat some vitamins on the side though). Also, cheap porridge, eggs, rye bread and cucumber are great, avocados and lactose-free yogurt are expensive af.

Fixing your table/chair/winter shoes with duct tape is totally a thing.

Sweets and alcohol have become luxury products I rarely buy anymore. 

There are a few things I refuse to give up - I’d rather give up eating breakfast or something -: netflix, spotify, proper virus protection on my laptop, and hot chocolate. Whenever I have some extra money I try to save it, or if I really feel like I’ve deserved something nice, I usually buy books. (There is this wonderful small Finnish publisher that focuses on non-fiction, and they have so many great books (and classics!) about history and social philosophy, I could just buy all of them.)

My lovely little brother got me movie tickets for Christmas, bless him, he knows what makes my life better. My friend (shout out to @cncomplicated !) got me this amazing face mask which always makes me feel reborn. Little things like these really matter a lot.

If I won the lottery I honestly would not know what to do with it - not immediately at least. I’ve gotten so used to living like this already. I’d probably buy better quality tea, and go for sushi. And buy even more books.

I usually get some cash for Christmas and my birthday, and I always save that to use on my dog’s expenses (I’ve been doing this for years, my dog always comes first).

So I guess I’ve come to realise what I truly appreciate in life and what I can do without. (I really wish I could travel though, I want to see the world, all of it!) I hope I could graduate and get a job soon, and maybe get more money, but still hold on to what I’ve learned during this time (or I will just go on like this for the rest of my life, who knows, a good job isn’t guaranteed especially for a humanist).

I don’t know what the point of all this was, I just felt like writing down some thoughts.

#jo:unscripted