#think about how disgusting the coverage was

[macaroni-rascal]

They’re both bad though?

Imo Depp and Heard both should have had consequences.

With all due respect, which is none, please shut up and do a tiny bit of critical thinking about what it means that it was proven he abused her multiple times and yet he won a defamation case. just like, think about that. fire those synapses, connect those dots, and then get out of inbox.

#i have ZERO patience #google false equivalence #think about what this means in the big picture #think about how disgusting the coverage was #the mockery #the farce #and then still get out of my inbox

[a9saga]

i’m honestly so glad demi lovato stepped on wilmer valderrama’s fuckin neck with 29, that guy is such a fuckin sleazeball.

#i'd never even known they were together at all until their simply complicated documentary #i think i was 18 when that came out and i dont think i finished the whole thing #but when they talked about meeting him at 17 and him being like '...okay... little girl.... we cannot do this right now' or whatever #i was like 'isn't that... isn't that... inappropriate?' because that was something tumblr had already taught me at the time #even if i didnt fully understand it #demi reflected on their relationship very appreciatively and i wasnt sure how to react to it i felt mean for casting judgment #but they (demi) were going through so much in the early years that they were together they weren't even sober for the first couple of them #that only makes his grooming that much fucking worse #the amount of about-to-be-18 y/o starlets he was involved with is fucking disgusting #also 29 is like the best single theyve ever put out #i didnt realize the new album was a rock album but its really good #this project didnt get enough media coverage and im late to the party #i would recommend the song if you havent heard it yet they really deliver it like no joke #and if you like it then the new album is really good #demi lovato #29 #holy fvck #shut up kaily

[sweatandwoe]

Cute little karlach drabble where tav just chugs dozens of fire resistance potions just so can give her a hug because I love that idea

Cute little Karlach Drabble coming right up, but also Tav bathes in it cause gotta be fully covered for our girl

Karlach x GN!Reader, Fluff, Astarion is a bestie here, Karlach is a sweetie, Tav has 2 braincells that they share with both of them

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"Are you bathing in it?"

You glance up, to find Astarion staring down into your tub. There's a grimace on his face that has you grin, moving to rub more of the potion into your skin. "Technically I've still got clothes on so I think this counts as swimming."

He stares, and you grin back. Your smile widens the longer he seems to look annoyed with you. "Karlach, I'm sure will appreciate the effort."

"It's no effort." You say, adjusting. Your hands raise to rub the potion into your face, the smell overwhelming for a moment. "I hope she likes cinnamon. This potion reeks of it." Then you take a sip of it from your cupped hands while Astarion makes a disgusted noise.

"Just - don't get it into your eyes then, darling."

"Why - Oh fuck."

Astarion, being the most best friend in the world, is kind enough to let you suffer for only a minute while he laughs loudly and openly before getting you a pale of water. You sniff, staring down at your reflection in the water once you've rinsed your eyes out. Then turn to him with your watery eyes and a trembling lower lip. "I look fine, right? My eyes will stop burning soon I think? "

His gaze slides away from you to the camp entrance. "Why don't you ask her about how you look."

You turn your head and Astarion slinks off into the background, as you spot your girlfriend. Everything else always tends to get blurry around her when you gaze at her. It was love or the heat waves from her energy, but you liked to think it was love.

She grins, though she looks confused as she sees you in your underwear, laying in a tub of potion. "Felt like going for a swim?"

The way she just gets it. Your arms wrap around her when she kneels next to you. She stiffens, shocked at your touch, before relaxing at what came out of your mouth next. "I love you." You pull back, sniffing. "You get me."

She smiles all warm and excited. "You got fire resistance potion in your eyes, didn't you?" But her forehead touches yours, and she's nearly lifting you from the tub when her arm curls around your muddle, and potion sloshes onto the ground. "I love you too." She glances down to the ground, and then sniffs you. "Why did you bathe in it, sweetie?"

You grin, moving up to kiss her cheek, grazing your lips closer to her pointed ear. "I wanted to ensure I had full coverage. Just in case."

Karlach swallows, but eagerly helps you out of the tub. Her fingers slide against your underwear, touching the top of it. She's always warm, but the heat you feel is muted, not as burning as it usually would be when she got a little worked up. "Let me take you to a place where I may not cause a forest fire, alright?"

You grin, letting her pick you up with an ease no matter your size or height, she was strong enough to carry you off.

The cinnamon scent will last a week in the camp and on your skin. Worth it.

#karlach x reader #karlach #astarion is there... #bg3 #sweaty daily drabbles

[jadedrrose]

Not virgin law per say buuuuuut imagine law pillow humping and y/n catching him and just watching finding it super hot (because it would be) extra hot with him moaning their name

THIS IDEA HAS ME 😫🥴 omfg this is so hot to me I’m sorry. Is that weird?? Whatever idc. I love this idea so much. Also I kept him as a virgin in this lol

Warnings: smut, g/n reader, no pronouns or body parts (other than thighs) described!

This was a new low for Law. It was pathetic, humiliating, and disgusting. He’d always viewed doing things like this as gross, and now he was a hypocrite.

And to think this was all your fault.

Law had become so desperate for your touch, and yet due to still being a virgin, he was too scared to confess that he was ready. But the urge was growing stronger and stronger by the day, and it was becoming impossible to ignore what he wanted- needed. What he so desperately craved.

But his pride wouldn’t allow him to just talk to you. Asking you out all those months ago was one thing, something he was nearly too scared of doing. But to tell you he lusted for you? It sounded impossible.

So with Law’s stubbornness, combined with the sinful desperation he felt, he’d resorted to… this.

His hand wasn’t enough. He’d tried for an agonizing amount of time, but it didn’t feel like you. You were soft and plushy in some spots, something he’d always found so hot about you. Your thighs that he wished to lay his head between, among other parts he wanted to touch, was what he really wanted. But still, he was too scared to ask you. If his hand wouldn’t work, then, well, the closest thing he could get to compared your soft skin was a pillow.

It was late, everyone who wasn’t on duty was asleep by now, and you were on watch duty tonight- there was no reason for Law to be paranoid about somebody finding him in such a vulnerable state. He’d already thrown his hoodie off long ago, and now he’d shed himself of his jeans to get better access. Though he left his boxers partially on, so that in the event somebody walked in… he’d at least get some coverage.

It was wrong and filthy, but Law couldn’t help himself anymore. Your pillow was left on his bed, the scent of you still lingering on it. Feeling disgusted with himself, Law brought your pillow between his legs, trapping it between his thighs. Now sitting on it, his cock laid against it, pleasantly squished into the softness of the pillow. Slowly, he brought his hips backwards, gripping the pillow so tightly he might tear it. As he pushed forwards, Law let out a hiss, already feeling as though he could cum at any second.

The fact he was using your pillow like this, to get himself off on, was thrilling. Law could feel his face burning with shame, but it was too late to stop now. He repeated the action, continuously rolling his hips back and forth, pushing his hard, aching cock against the pillow.

Body shaking, Law sped his movements up and pressed as hard as possible into the pillow, heavy panting falling from his hung-open mouth. He thought about how shameful this was, he was so pathetic right now, fucking himself into your pillow. What would you think of this? Would you be mad? Or would you be turned on? Whatever the result was, the thought of you catching him caused his body to jolt, his hips twitching as he nearly came.

Letting out a quiet moan, Law bit down on his lip, trying to prevent anymore embarrassing noises from escaping. But his attempts were futile, as he cursed and whimpered, before he called out your name in a long, desperate moan.

“F-fuck, y/n…”

Feeling closer and closer to orgasm, Law thrusted into the pillow and rutted against it harshly, calling your name out more and more. His body burned as he humped your pillow, the nails of his fingers digging into the fabric. He was sweating, head filled with lewd thoughts about you. He whined your name again, voice breaking as his hips shuddered, he was going to cum all over your pillow.

“Law, what’re you up to, baby?”

Your voice shocked him, made his brain short circuit. You’d caught him. But instead of scattering to pull his boxers up and throw your pillow away from his body; he ended up thrusting into it once more, hot, sticky white seed spilling out of his cock. He cried your name, helpless, pathetic moans falling from his lips. His head hung backwards, his dark messy hair sticking to his forehead as his chest heaved, body trying to calm down from the intense orgasm.

You decided to approach him as he kneeled over your pillow, seeming too exhausted to hide from you.

Cupping the side of his face with one hand, you used the other to brush his hair away. With a smirk, you placed a kiss onto his wet lips, swallowing the now much more quiet moans that left him.

With a wet, loud pop, you pulled away from his mouth, strings of saliva sticking between the two of you. “Law, why didn’t you just tell me you were ready?”

“I-I was too n-nervous,” he stuttered, face now burning with embarrassment rather than lustful heat. “How l-long- were you… watching?”

You continued to smirk down at him, lustfully gazing at him as you ran a hand through his hair. “Just a couple minutes. But I enjoyed the little show. It was very hot.”

His eyes widened and he tried looking away from you out of shame, but you wouldn’t let him. Bringing his face back to yours, you kissed him again before saying;

“Why don’t you use me next time, though?”

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar d water law x you #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d law x reader #law x y/n #law x you #law x reader smut #law x reader #law x g/n reader #virgin law hcs

[spectr3inl0ve]

I have multiple questions about cradle robber!bruce wayne:

- What was Damian’s reaction did he also tease his father and was okay with the relationship or was he hostile and mean to reader but warmed up later on?

- what was the media’s reaction? Was it the stereotypical “older man date’s younger woman” type of coverage

- did Bruce tell reader he was Batman or is he still keeping it hidden from her?

🦪 anon

ooh I think that damians initial reaction would be disgust, because of the age gap ("she's dick and jasons age! this is highly inappropriate, father."). if bruce didn't tell damian to be nice and polite to reader when they meet each other for the first time, he would be criticising both her and bruce ngl. but because he knows his dad is serious about reader, he keeps the little snips he makes minimal. the most ud get would be a, "'s this my new sister? did he find u in a smelly alley?". yes, he would eventually warm up to reader, giving her a small smile when she brings him a gift or pats his cheek.

when cradle robber!bruce wayne and reader first announces, or makes their relationship public, the headlines are full of scandalous headlines such as: playboy bruce wayne seen with [first and last name] - is he adopting her or dating her?, reader acts on her daddy issues! (I can't think of anything else:c). gossip magazines spread lies and assumptions about bruce and reader (bruce wayne has an appetite for women his eldest sons' ages! readers daddy issues are really showing with this unexpected relationship!). so yeah, the basic "older man dates younger woman" stuff. as their relationship progresses, the media dies down on insulting bruce and reader as much and start treating them like a regular celebrity couple.

bruce would obviously keep the batman and the other vigilantes away from reader for as long as he possibly can. until it starts to cause issues in the relationship; reader starts to notice how bruce (and his children, except duke) are almost never available at night, the unexplainable scars and injuries of varying levels, the fatigue, the ignoring, the hundreds of missed calls, and finally, how hes always home, but never around (hes in the batcave smh). bruce finally tells her when reader is sobbing into bruces chest, begging to know what she did wrong, why he barely talks to or spends time with her. he exhales a long sigh, and tells her he has to show her something. bruce leads reader to the batcave, rubbing her back as her sobs turn into heavy sniffles. he tells her, afraid of her reaction. bruce is relieved when reader doesn't freak out like he thought she would, rather understanding and sad that he hadn't told her sooner. (lowkey gonna make a post abt reader finding out cradle robber!bruce wayne is batman after I post this so look out!) reader puts two and two together, "...soo...damian is robin? and the others are...?" she sniffles, bruce nodding his head.

#°○☆spectr3inl0ve #cradle robber!bruce wayne #🦪 anon #monty loves dc #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne headcanon #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne smut #bruce wayne x y/n #batman x reader #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x reader smut #dick grayson headcanon #ignore these tags im just trying to get more reach #jason todd headcanon #dick grayson imagine

[hxzbinwrites]

Heyy :D was wandering if you could do a platonic velvet x reader? I don't see that much platonic but it would be fun thanks :>

Velvette x Platonic! Reader | Fashion Famous

Warnings ⚠️: Really short and rushed!!!

(Y/n) was walking down the street, well more like briskly walking, towards a huge crowd. Tons of commotion.

It was that time of year again, time for Rosie’s fashion show. Lined up were very…well…outdated ensembles put together for the public’s view.

Scoffing, the new sinner watched as the models strutted about on the makeshift stage, panning as if they weren't wearing three generations ago 's funeral attire.

Rosie, being a cannibal and an Overlord, had a very...morbid...sense of style. Funeral really was one way to put it. One outfit made most of the sinners shudder in disgust, seeing real intestines wrapped around the models bloodied corset.

"How outdated can this get..?" (Y/n) mumbled, before jumping at a shriek laughter behind them. They turned around suddenly, seeing another sinner toppled over in laughter.

The sinner finally made eye contact with (Y/n), revealing themselves to be Velvette, the youngest of the Overlords and the Vees.

"Oh I completely agree" She said,"I'm glad someone finally realized it. I swear, no one understands the true modern vision."

(very rushed but the next part will be silly headcannons following this! (again so so sorry, i’ve been so busy and i promised this fic would come out today!))

After seeing how much you two had in common, Velvette offered partnership for your soul

You deny, ofc, telling her how you’ve always wanted to be a Vee of your own.

Velvette takes a while to come back to you about this, discussing with Val and Vox. Val isn’t too pleased, but Vox thinks it’s a great idea. Val doesn’t want people in his business, especially a newcomer who could easily figure out what he does behind closed doors

Vox thinks Velette should focus more on social media and less on her clothing. She’d still have a say in it, but Vox thinks this widespread media coverage is what’s best for the Vees.

So, you’re in. You’re a Vee. If your name already starts with a V, excellent, if not, then guess what, Velvette has already given you a new name to correspond with theirs

With your fashion expertise, you easily overthrow Rosie’s fashion empire and become a staple luxury designer.

People are fighting tooth and nail to grab your stock (Stanley Cup style). These sales help catapult the Vees even more.

This newfound fame led you to acquire quite a few soul deals, making you the newest Overlord in Hell

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel x reader #hotel hazbin #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hôtel #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #velvette x reader #velvette icons #velvette #hazbin vox #the vees x reader #hazbin hotel vees #the vees #vees #vee

[baeddelicto]

I think one of the othr reasons ppl find it disgusting to wonder if sum1 commited pol sui was a less out tfem, cd, femboy, etc(u can be out to a small group nd still hav them not tell/b drwnd out by media coverag) is not only about denying sum seeming "claim" by tfems(in an idpol sense), nor just about denying the reality of tmisogyny nd its effect on ppls ability to cum out nd how that might lead to suicidal action(even with w/e added beni thr might b from it being politicized and publicized)

But is about ppl tryn to maintain the legitimacy of the political action as being done by a sane political subject(citizen) and not by someone who has mental illness(read as distress from closeting or tmisogny in gen or the less admitted and prob more common belief that bein a tfem is inheritly tied to or just str8 up is mental illness.)

Mental illness, neurodivergence, madness, w/e u wanna call is ubiquitous in our society and is perpetuated by the way our society functions. While thr is nothing inherently radical in madness, the othering that is at the heart of conceiving and perpetuating madness is a political(oppressive) act. This is used as a tool against everything and every1 in an attempt to delegetemize their desires and actions(from the smallest to the biggest.)

The death of sum1 if they r tfem is not inherently less political bc u think were all bat shit. We are often driven to suicide by transmisogyny. Those deaths are political! Every death, from dying in ur bed of old age happy surrounded by friends and family to hanging urself after decades of tmisogyny, to oding in sum flop, is political!!!

Every death is political, yes especially suicide.

#Cw sui #cw sui mention #Cw suicide

[purriteen]

Ad victor spolia, chapter five

content warnings: incest, manipulation, eventual Stockholm Syndrome, toxic & dark!Coriolanus Snow (as if that isn't his default), named!reader, ANGST, eventual smut, non-con, age gap (5-6 years), somnophilia

author’s note: it's been like a month but have this double release I'm feeling generous (crappy proofreading/editing, be warned)

word count: 3,476

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Your head is throbbing from the hangover. You only vaguely recognise the room you're in, with the large Palladian windows and exquisite furniture you're pretty sure it's the master bedroom, and the arm that drapes over your torso as you realise your back is pressed against a warm, distinctly male body. 

You're startled at first, and when you turn around to find that it's Coriolanus, in a pair of pyjama pants and a loose sleeping shirt, you hardly feel any better about the situation. It takes you a minute to register that he's awake, blush spreading on your cheeks like wildfire when his eyes meet yours. 

You feel so exposed like this, groggy and hungover, in the now wrinkled black slip dress that offers you little coverage. You can't even remember taking your ballgown off in the first place. 

"Silia? You're finally awake. I was worried about you, after what happened last night," He sighs, running a hand through his hair. Without all that product in it, his curls have returned. He must've had time to shower sometime between your blackout and now.

Your brows furrow, anxiety building in your chest at his words. "What do you mean, after what happened last night..?" You inquire, although you're not sure you want to know. The whole scenario looks so incredibly wrong. But you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt - how likely is it really that anything would've happened?

Even if it weren't so immoral and disgusting, your brother being intimate with anyone is just unthinkable to you. At most, he'd probably have attended one of those decadent gentlemen's clubs, if he didn't have so much to lose, being the President and all. 

The thought appalls you - but it's not just the idea of him partaking in exploiting the less fortunate women in the Capitol, there's something more to it that you can't quite put your finger on. You push it aside for now; you have bigger, more urgent problems to deal with.

He appears deep in thought for a second, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows thickly. "Coryo? What happened last night?" You repeat, this time with more urgency in your voice. You shift into a sitting position, your thoughts running wild with ideas of whatever awful thing could have landed you here, making it impossible for you to stay in that half-asleep state. 

He finally looks up at you, stretching out one of his hands to stroke your cheekbone. There's something about the look on his face that makes him seem pained, wounded.

"You got.. very intoxicated. One of my men found you in the corridor just outside the ballroom, with a low-ranking gamemaker. They caught him red-handed, trying to.. to take advantage of you." 

His words start to sink in, and a wave of nausea washes over you at the thought.

Someone had tried to force themselves onto you.

Someone who was likely a friend or at least a colleague of Remus. Who'd possibly even worked with your brother at one point, when he was a gamemaker intern.

"I'm so sorry, Hersilia, I shouldn't have let you get so drunk in the first place, I had your glass checked for any trace of drugs, of being laced with anything, but the lab couldn't find anything. I should've kept a closer eye on you, protected you from anyone who might even think of laying a hand on you.." His voice trembles, and you're surprised to see your brother so raw, so different from his usually so very controlled self. You hardly even recognise him, but you can't help but think that you should be used to it by now.

You find yourself in a tight embrace, feeling both unsettled by his strong arms wrapping around you like a vice, a snake, yet somehow safer. It takes you a minute to muster up the courage to speak.

"Did.. did he do anything?" You try not to let your fright show, but your voice comes out a hoarse whisper. He finally lets go, and shoots you a concerned, puzzled look. He takes a deep breath before talking again. "How much do you actually remember of what happened? You were barely conscious when they brought me to you."

You try and think it over. But the last thing you remember is sneaking off to the powder room to gossip with an old classmate of yours. Idesta Harrington. She'd been a childhood friend, although you hadn't stayed in touch since you seemed to run in different circles once you'd gone off to the Academy. 

Although a lot had changed, she was one of the few whom Coriolanus did not deem 'beneath the Snow name' or otherwise not suitable to be around you. You knew he'd been in the same grade as her older brother, nicknamed Pup, too. You couldn't for the life of you remember anything distinct about him.

"Everything after I went to the ladies room with Dessie is just.. gone. Blank. Don't remember any of it," You try to speak, but this time a sob gets caught in your throat, the shame and shock you felt threatening to spill over. 

Coriolanus takes note of this. He's relieved, but not particularly surprised that you believe him. It very well could have happened anyways - with how wasted and vulnerable you'd been. He'd have to figure out how to deal with the imaginary attacker later. 

Perhaps he'd have to choose from one of the actual gamemakers to banish to the districts, or he could take one of the few Capitol-born traitors currently awaiting punishment. He'd have to probe doctor Gaul for which member of the team she'd be least upset about losing. 

Whatever he needed to do to show you that he would always be the one to keep you safe, to reinforce what he already knew but had yet to get through your disgracefully thick skull. Truthfully, Coriolanus didn't know why he was so protective over you sometimes.

"You were discovered before he could do anything to really hurt you. I would've never forgiven myself if.." He trails off, letting you believe he struggled to even say it aloud. It worked as intended, and you practically throw yourself into his arms, gripping his shoulder tight. 

"It's not your fault, Coryo," You insist, sobs wracking through you as you hold onto him.

He didn't necessarily enjoy seeing you so frightened, so distressed, but he felt powerful like this. You had never once made him feel unsure or lesser than in the way Lucy Gray did. You were so much easier, safer to love. He relished the feeling. 

"I know, dove. But I was so worried," He sighs, petting your hair as your head rests on his shoulder, burrowing into his pale neck. You allow the almost overwhelming, but familiar scent of roses that followed him around to comfort you somewhat. 

"I didn't want you to sleep alone, I'm sorry, I just couldn't let you out of my sight. My conscience wouldn't let me," He kisses the top of your head, and you nod in understanding. 

You don't question even for a second that what he's saying is the truth. You hadn't seen him so distressed ever. Even when he sat you down and explained that he had enlisted all those years ago, or the prospect of selling the penthouse, he had been more so embarrassed and shut-off than distressed, like he was now.

You find yourself thinking that maybe you'd misjudged him. Maybe, he was just as damaged and conflicted as you, rather than evil through and through. Torn between his protective, caring instincts and the ruthlessness his career of choice demanded. You try to scour your emotions, looking for anything that stood out or suggested otherwise, but you find nothing tangible. 

Something about the situation still feels wrong, though. You just can't figure out what. You chalk it down to the shock of finding out about the danger you'd been rescued from last night. Everything he'd said made perfect sense in your head - he'd even respected you enough to leave your clothes on, instead of giving you the bath you truthfully needed by now. And why would he lie about such an awful thing? He wouldn’t go that far. 

As he cradled your trembling form in his arms, you knew that this, this was the Coriolanus you cherished and loved. The one who made you feel so safe and doted on and adored, even in the darkest of times. For the first time in many years he felt like the Coryo you remembered from your childhood again.

A couple weeks had passed since then. The two of you had grown closer, largely thanks to Coriolanus' unwillingness to let you leave his side. You couldn't blame him for that, though - he seemed perhaps even more traumatised by what happened that night than yourself. You couldn't bear the thought of worrying him even more, and since you didn't have much to do anyways, you complied. You figured the paranoia would fade sooner or later.

But he'd taken it a step further by insisting on assigning you security detail for whenever he wasn't around as well, even inside the house. You'd grown quite fond of the first one he assigned, Salomon, though you just called him Sal for short. He was around your brother’s age, short but stocky, with buzzed chestnut brown hair that appeared reddish in the sunlight. You knew because he'd always follow you around on the sunny afternoons you spent tending to the part of the garden Coriolanus had allowed you to make your own. You'd enjoyed listening to his anecdotes from 'back home', which in his case was district four. It was so unlike your life in the Capitol.

But one day, Salomon was gone, just as you'd started to really warm up to him. In his place was a tall, broad-shouldered man who appeared to be in his thirties, but his face was rough, hardened and his storm grey eyes, devoid of any pop of colour, looked as if he himself might as well have witnessed the chain of disastrous events that had led to North America becoming Panem. A cold, cut-throat military man. He was a man of few words, watching over you like a hawk and bringing an uncomfortable, prickly tension with his presence into your everyday life.

You attempted to bring it up with your brother over dinner. He'd coolly explained that it was for your own safety - Salomon had only been a placeholder until he had found someone better suited to keep you safe, someone he could fully entrust with your safety. Still, you'd pleaded your case of how you missed the company Sal provided, and Coriolanus promised you that he would find more time for you outside of work to make up for it personally.

He didn't seem to grasp the concept of you desiring a social life outside of him, which was beyond concerning, but for now you figured that was the best you would achieve. After months of feeling so confused and nothing short of isolated, you were much too exhausted to risk going back to that by confronting him. 

Although the both of you had warmed up to each other more as of late, he was still rigid in his decisions - Coriolanus always needed to have the last word. You tried to accept him as he was, and you even felt as though he might be letting up on his sometimes overly controlling tendencies on his own. Just a little bit, enough to give you a spark of hope.

However private Centho, as you'd come to find out he was called, even after a week, still brought malaise to your life every time you had to be alone with him. You couldn't bear it. Finally, you'd come to an agreement with your brother - inside the safety of the presidential palace, you would be allowed privacy. No more security detail. You figured the storm had blown over by now and that was that.

Yet, now that he could no longer station someone outside your bedroom door at night, the deal came with the condition that you would instead sleep in his every night. He had arranged for the staff to bring you a spare bed that was placed a couple feet away from his own. But somehow you always woke up to find yourself snuggled up to him every morning, without fail.

At first you told yourself it was just the winter chill. His bedroom was large and airy with massive windows, so you figured that made the most sense. But the snow had started to melt away bit by bit already, and regardless, you were provided with infinite warm pyjama sets and bedding. That was no excuse.

Perhaps it was the size and roughness of the mattress. It was of the highest quality you'd find in a folding bed, but it didn't compare to the comfort offered by the plush, extravagant bed you'd grown accustomed to. You wondered if you were starting to become spoiled.

The whole situation reminded you of a book you'd read when you were little, one of the many that you had been forced to burn in the fireplace to keep warm during the dark days. It was about a princess who'd been tested to see if she was noble enough to marry a lonely foreign prince, using a single pea that was placed under tens of mattresses stacked on top of each other. If she was worthy, she'd feel the pea when she laid down through all of those layers.

You'd imagined that one day, when your family was by some miracle no longer dirt poor, you might get to marry a 'prince' too. Of course, there was no such thing as royalty in Panem. That belonged in the old world. Here, you didn't need a title to be important - you needed money and influence. 

Finally, you'd had to come to the conclusion that in truth, it was his warmth, his embrace that you were after. He was often too busy for you in the daytime, and although you enjoyed getting to spend more time with Eugenie again, you wanted him. It was his company you were after. 

You'd missed out on so much when you were little - first, he was always studying, and then after he'd graduated the academy, he was all about both studying and building his career. You wanted to finally get a chance to bond with him, properly this time. The real him.

But once he brings you to the cell your supposed attacker is being held in, you begin to feel that perhaps, he's just as unpleasant if not more beneath the surface.

You vaguely recognise the man, although you can't quite put your finger on it.

Then it hits you like a bucket of ice falling over your head. Romulus. Romulus Dolittle, the youngest son of your former neighbours. He'd been your first friend, you first crush, your first and only kiss. Even if it had just been a quick peck.

Despite the glass wall separating you from the gaunt, bludgeoned prisoner you once called your friend, you can tell he knows exactly who you are, too.

"This, is Romulus Dolittle. You might remember him from the Corso, before his family moved away. Regardless," Coriolanus is clear-spoken and seems entirely unfazed at the sight of the bloody pulp right before your eyes, as if this was a daily occurrence for him.

You can feel bile rising in your throat at the thought that it very well could be - is your brother the one who did this to him? Had he personally made the poor man's life a living hell on the daily?

"You don't expect me to believe that he attacked me, do you?" You interrupt before you can even consider your words. Coriolanus' jaw ticks as he turns to look at you, and you feel as if you want to crawl out of your own skin.

He puts on a cold, thin-lipped smile. When he speaks again it's in an overly calm, smooth tone, as if explaining a complicated subject to a small, petulant child.

"If you had let me finish, you'd know that he is not here under suspicion of attacking you. He was involved in a rebel conspiracy." He explains, the disdain in his voice as he utters those last two words barely concealed.

Your fingernails dig into the skin of your palms as you resist the urge to claw your brother's eyes out. The hint of a self-satisfied smirk in his eyes tells you he knows just as well that the bloody pulp of a man was innocent.

"Why are you showing me this?" You manage to keep a steady tone, feigning nonchalance as best as possible. And although he plays along, you can tell Coriolanus is not buying it. He turns away from you again, facing the glass barrier separating you from the supposed traitor once more.

"Because, Hersilia. You must understand, that even those you trust the most, even your oldest friends, will betray you and everything that the Capitol stands for, if they believe it is in their best interest." He begins, and the urge to tear the flesh off of his smug face returns for a brief moment.

Then you watch as two peacekeepers enter the cell, dragging Romulus out in chains.

"Tomorrow, after he has been cleaned up, the very first public execution in the history of the Capitol will take place."

The whole encounter left you in a state of shock. Once you'd returned to the manor and finally calmed down a bit, your brother had played the recording of Romulus' confessing to the crime, although you could tell by how hoarse his voice that he'd been screaming before. It was likely brought on by torture at the hands of the peacekeepers guarding him.

You could tell Coriolanus was trying to twist the situation in his favour, as he always did. But this was all too much. You felt as if he was taking you on a sick rollercoaster that would only lead you into your impending death.

You knew you couldn't go on like this. You had to do something about it. But how?

Meanwhile, Coriolanus could feel you slipping away from him. He must've taken it too far, and above anything too soon, with showing you Romulus' fate. He thought he could take advantage of your inevitable breakdown to reinforce his status as being the one to comfort you and care for you no matter what, but it seemed that this time, he couldn't.

He did everything he could, against your will he held you as you cried until your eyes dried up, allowed you to wander about the house more freely, he had even given you permission to go into town without him again so long as you brought someone with you. And Centho was finally off your back no matter the unease he felt at being unable to watch over you through that man's observations.

He'd instead opted to give you a diary of sorts to write your thoughts down in, an elegant black leather book with a silver padlock and your name engraved in cursive. Hersilia Honoria Snow. He figured that if you were going to insist on shutting yourself off from him, you might instead turn to something else, and he would much rather see to it that he was in control of that variable rather than give you true freedom.

But, you refused to write anything, and the spare key he had neglected to tell you about only provided him with two hundred blank pages worth of insight.

You had stopped making small talk with him almost entirely. All you did was ask too many questions about Romulus, asking to see Tigris, trying to convince him to let you spend time with Persephone and Remus again. He had to remind you that Remus and his family was only spared from execution because of the scandal their deaths would otherwise cause, and that quickly shut you up. Coriolanus doubted the man would be keen on spending time with someone who falsely accused his little brother and got him killed regardless.

He on the other hand was pleased to have smashed two birds with one stone. No more cannibal friends, no more sleeping on your own and leaving him in the dark. But he needed you to trust him again. Everything had been going so well until now.

So he gave in. You would finally get to see your dear cousin again and get some well needed answers.

Well, you wouldn't get any of those, but you didn't need to know that. Yet.

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[willows-woes]

Something i find INSANE is the lack of media coverage on aaron bushnell's self immolation.

Nobody's talking about it???

A MAN LITERALLY SET HIMSELF ON FIRE AS A FORM OF PROTEST RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE ISRAELI EMBASSY.

And nobody.. Nobody's saying fucking anything. I feel surrounded by idiots.

Do you not realise how serious this is?? he fucking killed himself -- publicly, KNOWINGLY, as a form of protest.

"My name is Aaron Bushnell, and I will no longer be complicit in genocide."

FREE PALESTINE, he screamed. He screamed and screamed -- I was unfortunate enough to see the uncensored, uncut version.

He screamed until his throat literally got so burned he couldn't form words anymore, all that came out was an angry, pained gargle. Incomprehensible.

And you wanna know what the cops did?

They told him to get on the ground. Shouted at him, pointed guns at him.

One, ONE person at the scene said "We don't need guns, we need a fucking fire extinguisher!"

And they were an EMT. Not a cop.

I saw the video of him screaming and screaming as his voice became more and more incomprehensible, until eventually it devolved into pure screams of agony before his blackened corpse collapsed onto the ground, right where it stood.

Aaron Bushnell is fucking dead. And I can't BELIEVE the sheer amount of ignorance people are paying it.

I'm not even Palestinian. I'm not even an adult who can donate to charity-- I'M A FUCKING TEENAGER. And even I am pissed off about this.

I really, really didn't think I'd have to be political on this blog. This is primarily a vent blog, even -- but I'm taking advantage of my high follower count to get more people to see this.

Everyone should fucking know about this. Everyone should be as mad and disgusted as I am.

#political #aaron bushnell #free palestine #free gaza #free 🍉 #palestine 🍉 #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

[genderkoolaid]

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Tell me you don't understand what we're talking about without telling me.

"People don't want trans men to be masculine because they don't want us to be trans" IS the argument I have seen most people make– specifically to point out how you cannot separate the transphobia we experience from our manhood and masculinity. We are treated badly for being men because we are trans. They are intertwined experiences. If trans men were women and not men, we would not be hated (similarly, if nonbinary people were [agab] and not nonbinary, we would not be hated.) It's transandrophobia to describe the specific transphobic oppression directed towards transmasculinity as a unified concept, not trans [separate identity] + male [separate identity].

Additionally, I haven't seen anyone who thinks the reason we get denied HRT is because they hate masculinity or want to destroy men. We get denied HRT because we are seen as women, unable to make decisions about our bodies, perpetually children while also having an obligation to be mothers, so anything we do to "destroy" our bodies is an act of violence in the eyes of the patriarchy. That is based in a mixture of transphobia and misogyny– which transandrophobia also describes (although some may use transmisogyny to describe that). Every post discussing the transandrophobia of denying HRT I have seen focuses on the misogynistic aspects of it.

The hatred of masculinity re: HRT comes in how people treat testosterone as it relates to transmascs: calling it's effects disgusting and ugly, acting like transmascs become violent raging misogynists when they are on it, saying transmascs get grosser and less clean. This does not come from a systematic hatred of masculinity itself, but the hatred of marginalized masculinity + existing gender stereotypes about men and women.

Additionally, trans men and nonbinary people who were AFAB are more likely (32% & 36%) to be denied coverage for hormone treatment than trans women and nonbinary people who were AMAB (18% & 16%) (p. 95). So while trans women do also get denied HRT (and that is awful too), it is in fact an issue that people who were AFAB and trying to get testosterone deal with more. A group does not have to be the only ones to ever experience something in order to have that experience be strongly based in their group identity.

#m.

[wearenotjustnumbers2]

As an American I feel incredibly ashamed and disgusted with how the government and administration has acted throughout this genocide. I feel at a loss, like nothing I'm doing will have a direct impact. What can Americans do to help aside from sharing the truth, donating, and speaking out? I am speaking about the truth to anyone who will listen, but if feels almost useless on the scale of things to talk about these atrocities and do nothing directly to stop them. Is there anything we can do to directly help Palestenians during this time?

Thank you for this.

First of all I'd like to explain that a main part of the genocide here is media coverage. Israel pays millions of dollars to push the propaganda and send people on social media specifically to gain people's sympathy via lies and false news. And that's why we encourage everybody to keep posting about gaza and Palestine, because that's all we have. It's the 24th day of genocide on gaza but we must not get bored or stop talking. Without media coverage a huge part of people outside the middle east would've never found out about what's going on in Palestine and how Israel kills thousands of people without any consequence.

I know the feeling of helplessness all too well. But let me tell you that what you're doing in spreading the truth is really beneficial and makes a difference. Think about it, if your voice doesn't matter, why would they go through such lengths to silence you and remove posts and suspend accounts?

As of what other things you can do to help. Especially that you're america, you can protest. By protesting, you show the world that we know the truth and we stand by it, and you also pressure your government into demanding a ceasefire since the US is the only country who refused this decision which led to it being out of question. Keep protesting if you're safe or able to. There is also boycotting. Boycott brands that are exclusively Israeli and all money go to fund Israel. For example, McDonald's offers free meals for Israeli soldiers while they bomb and kill Palestinians in gaza. This Website helps you, you can just write the brand's name in the search bar and it will show you if it funds the Israel army or not.

You can also call your representatives everyday, and tell people around you to as well. It makes a difference I promise, and it will make you feel as though you helped. You can also not vote for biden again, i know the choices are narrow. But you should never vote for a genocidal guy who uses all your tax money to buy bombs and weaponize a nuclear power against a country with no army.

By supporting Palestine and speaking against genocide, you're already helping. Never stop talking about Palestine and gaza, keep calling israel out on their crimes.

#palestine #gaza #israel #usa #how to help #current events #asks

[yaut-jaknowit]

YOUR MXM REQUESTER IS BACK AGAINNNN. I’m literally in love w your works fr, like whenever I have nothing to do I’m taking my ass over to your blog to read😭 you’re a wholeass blessing fr

Okay so my mind started working again, like imagine the reader just over all being a tease the whole day and in the evening his Yautja mate walks in on the reader touching himself later on which leads to smut:D?

What We Do In The Night

Pairing: Mai'tuiudh (Male Reader) x AMAB Reader

Warnings: breeding kink, size kink, teasing out in public, knots, masturbation, being caught while masturbating, cum eating, talk about cum, thigh fucking.

Word Count: 5662 (whoops, my hand slipped...)

Summary: A new question. What would happen if you teased your mate while on the mother ship? You're in front of his peers, touching him throughout the day. He can't do anything in return. Not when there's other watching. Wait until he get's back from his meeting...

Author Note: Welcome back! Glad to have you! I'm so glad you are liking them. I have to say, I'm slightly out of my element when it comes to MXM stuff but I do like a challenge. I'm loving them so much as you can clearly tell by the 11 page essay I just wrote, lol. Throw some more at me!

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Ao3

Many eyes were on your form as you strutted through the halls. Mai has taught you to ignore them, don’t give them energy to taunt you. Over many visits, you’ve gotten use to the stares and eyes. It no longer bothered you. To be honest, it made you want to try something that Mai has whispered to you before. The Yautja have little shame on what humans call disgusting. It’s taken some time to get use to seeing naked forms along the crew.

They have no reason to shy away though. Their frames are athletic and toned, just like your partners. Straight up hunters that loved the hunt. Most do, at least. From what you’ve heard, others prefer science or mechanics. Those are the similarities to the humans that you considered. There are things between your two races that are completely different then there’s those before mentioned ones.

Your feet were taking wide, quick strides to keep up with Mai’tuiudh. With how fast he was moving, he seemed to be on a deadly mission. To where, you have no idea.

It’s rare to be on the mothership. Mai hated to be here. By the looks of it, the other Yautjas felt the same towards him. The stares, glaring, and scoffing are any clue. You feel like it has something to do with you to being together, but it doesn’t matter to you.

Yet, the elders call upon him to physically check in and report his findings. Mai listens to them. Well, he has to or be hunted down by an Enforcer to be brought back. Mai’s told you this has happened once before. Some Yautja named Dai’stbaen dragging him here to answer to the elders.

The stares don’t go away as Mai plops down on the bench. A bowl of some sort of noodles in front of him. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him eat noodles. But it was quite strange yet funny to see. You join Mai next to him and leaned into his side. The Yautja doesn’t move and lets you stay there. There was a little coverage with the table. The others around have finally returned back to their food and tablemates. This was your chance.

A grin grew on your features. Your hand nearest to him rested on his bare thigh. The muscle barely twitched as Mai used chopsticks to pick up some noodles and bring it to his mouth. Said hand started to slide up towards Mai’s torso. This time, you felt Mai’s stomach flex against your side. Good boy, is what you wanted to say but you were in earshot of company.

Once the noodles tangled on the blue Yautja’s mandibles was consumed, Mai released a growl-chuff at you. “What are you doing, little bug?” he questioned, keeping a hand on the bowl and the other grasping the chopsticks. Mai wasn’t going to stop you though. The skimming of your palm felt wonderful against his skin. “Think wisely.”

Poor choice of words. You were thinking of all things you could do to him while he couldn’t do anything. Mai has a taste for touch outside of the bedroom but won’t full on take you in front of company. Such a gentleman. You continued to smirk as your hand reached the hem of his short-shorts, then pushed underneath.

Mai’s skin was set ablaze against yours the closer you got to his core. The Yautja squared his shoulders, attempting to keep any noises to himself. He tried. That’s all that matters in the end.

Later in the day, when the ship was calming down, the two of you found yourself in a sparring room. Other Yautjas were working on their form and whatnot. All of it was enticing but your eyes were kept on the blue Yautja stretching. Mai was bent at the waist, touching his fingers to his toes. You licked at your lips and secretly shifted your twitching dick. How could anyone not want to be ruined by him and his glory? If anyone said no, then they are complete liars.

Your Yautja swiped at drop of blood hanging from his lower mandible with a long tongue. The things Mai could do with that muscle. One’s you’ve experienced countless time. God, just thinking about him was probably alerting the Yautjas around about how horny you were for him. Who cares though? Not you as he walked over to you.

The waterskin in your hand was offered to the sweaty alien. Said being took it from your gasp. As he drank, you placed a hand on his stomach, feeling it flex. That limb skirted over Mai’s crotch, loving the way he tensed and almost choked on his drink. Mai was quick to cap the waterskin and grasp your hand. Yet, as the giant stared into your eyes, he couldn’t tell you to stop. Not when he felt his cock stir within his sheath. Damn this ship.

“What’s the matter, love? Cat got your tongue?” you jestered, palm resting over his crotch. If he didn’t need to show at least a hair of restraint in front of his peers, Mai would’ve had you face down, ass up. The feel of you wrapped around as he stroked your cock. Paya, save his damned soul.

His former sparring partner called to him, asking if they were going to continue. He wished he didn’t have to. He wished he could walk straight out of this room and take you somewhere private.

Maybe he’ll just use your mouth, teach you lesson. Especially, when you’re touching him like that. It’s going to be difficult to focus now. It was all your fault.

The two of you stood in front of the door, a soft smile upon your lips. Lips that Mai wanted to bite as you looked at him that way. The way that captured his sight, his mind, his focus. He couldn’t help placing his hands on your hips and drawing you close.

The heat of his body made your lips press together, eyes sparkling with mischief. Your own hands started at his lower torso then skimmed around his sides then rested on the swell of Mai’s butt.

Said being’s mandibles clicked against one another. If only Elder Foq’oz hadn’t called upon him. He wouldn’t have to leave you. No, he could push you into his dwelling and take you against the door. No eyes could see, but everyone within the vicinity could hear how good he fucks your ass. Then, he would knot you, pouring his seed deep within you. You would keep it there, being so good for him. Afterwards, Mai would carry you to the large bath and take you all over again. He would happily seed you continuously through the night.

His cock’s tip started to rub against his shorts. The friction and smell of you made him keen silently, slightly bent over you. Mai let his tongue slither out to taste the air, eyes drifting shut.

Or, he could take you here. Quickly. Quietly. There would be eyes, much to his dismay, but you’re his. Yet, the Elder would be infuriated to learn why he was late. Mai would receive some sort of punishment by said Yautja. Not that he was against them… he didn’t want to be away longer than necessary from his mate.

“Prepare, little ooman,” he rumbled into shoulder before standing tall. In the air, Mai smelled his own dai-shui lingering. A short shower wasn’t going to get rid of it, as much as he hoped. He’ll have to bear what words the Elder will throw at him. All for you.

At his words, you cocked your head, brows furrowed. “For what, babe?” you requested, hands moving to Mai’s front and slipping underneath his pants again. Your Yautja rocked his hips forward, sweltering penis sliding against your hand. Paya, you were going to be the death of him at his stage. The way you touched him. The way you felt against him just like this.

“Pauking be ready when I return, ooman.” Oh, you knew you were in trouble now at that point. All you could do was smile innocently up at him. Mai growled softly, ending it with a keen. He used a hand to wrap around your neck and simply pin you into the door. “You will not leave my room in the morning. You will be full of me before day.”

Your dick throbbed in your pants. Since your grave has already been dug, who cares if it gets deeper. “Is that a promise or a threat?” One limb drifted north to tweak at one of Mai’s exposed nipples.

Mai’tuiudh had a strong urge to bite you on your neck. Maybe that’ll teach you a lesson. Knowing you though, there’s a chance it wouldn’t work as well as he wanted it to. His grip tightened on you, claws pressing into your skin. “Consider it a threat and promise. It won’t matter though. You’ll be far too cockdumb to know.”

This time, you gasped, hands stilling. God, he knew how to get your blood going. Well, his presence already did that. Yet, you kept a cocky look on your face. “Good. Now, be a good boy and run along,” you shooed him away.

His hand slammed into the pad next to the door. This action caught the attention of many eyes around. Their head snapped to the two of you. They watched as the Yautja shoved you past the door and it closed between the pair. The heavy scent of a horny male in the air. Many just rolled their eyes at the smell before carrying on.

You stared at the sheet of metal blocking you from Mai’tuiudh. Now, you could release the façade, fingers already palming at the tent growing within your pants. Shit, that alien knows what he’s doing with you. His words, smell, being, they drove you crazy when he did things like this. Yet, you had to wait until he came back to get what you want.

An idea came to mind standing in the entrance. It was the honest truth you’ll have to wait until Mai gets done with whatever he’s doing to get knotted. But, that doesn’t mean you can’t have fun while he’s away. Now, you can imagine the sight of him walking in as you played with yourself.

Hand wrapped softly around your hard cock, precoma weeping from the tip. Maybe one of your many toys filling your ass, barely comparing to Mai’s impressive cock. It could just be there until he will.

The pants around your waist did nothing to hide the tent growing within them. Your blood rushing to your hardening cock. Your back rested against the closed door as a hand wrapped around yourself, softly stroking.

Images of past encounters with your lover played behind your eyelids. Every time ended with you knotted on him, dick twitching deep inside of you, filling you with his seed. The back of your smacked against the door, a low moan breaking the quiet air.

All the things Mai has done to you over the course of the time you’ve spent with him. The touches, the words, the emotions. By god, you love him. The Yautja may not say those exact words, but you knew he felt the same as he bared himself to you. He’s been vulnerable to you so many times before.

He’s treated you right this entire time. He cares about you. He’s kept you in his thoughts. Yes, there’s been disagreements, but fuck. They’ve always been resolved. He loves you, words or not. Through and through. When returned back from wherever he’s been called to, he’ll take care of you completely. Someday, you feel you should return the favor full heartily. God, what has you brain done to you?

The question should be, what has Mai done to you? Here you were, back against a door, hand now down your pants to stroke at your dick. Dirty, downright sinful thoughts spilling through your mind. All you wanted was Mai to walk in and see you fisting yourself as you moaned his name.

That made you push off of the door and take unsteady steps towards the bedroom. The trek was long and difficult. Your legs wobbled underneath you at each footfall. All your thoughts were focused on the mental image of you being pounded into by Mai. All you had to do was wait and be good, be prepared. You had a full understanding on what teasing the Yautja in front of his kind could do.

Out in public, Mai stays conservative. He’s respectful yet firm. You aren’t allowed out of his sights when in crowds. Though, this may seem demeaning, he will make you hold his hand the entire time. If that’s not possible. Like for instance, grabbing credits, he’ll force you in front of him, pressed up against him.

At that thought, you wanted to be skin to skin with him. Sweaty bodies moving with each other, each seeking pleasure in the other.

The concave bed covered in pelts and a couple of blankets felt like heaven. Past memories surfacing once more to remind you what’s to come. Your hand didn’t leave the confines of your pant as you laid back. You let loose a moan when you squeezed the base of your cock. That’s what Mai’s going to do to you when he returns. All the things he’s going to do… You wondered what position he’s going to fold you into when comes back. Maybe Mai won’t even take you in the bed. The wall could work, show off how strong he is as he holds you up easily in his arms. Or the bath; you riding him till he knots you. Mai stroking your cock in rhythm. You bit your bottom lip, hips stuttering against your hand.

How can you even think straight with those thoughts? To be honest, you probably weren’t thinking straight at the moment. Mai consumed your mind.

The drag of dry hands didn’t feel the best. You reached over to the low table next to the bed. When it came to Mai, he always has lube nearby at the thoughts of you. One way he shows he truly cares about you. Always on his mind too.

After retrieving the bottle of lube and a toy, your pants were pushed off of your legs and thrown off to the side. Your hardened cock rested against your stomach, leaking precum, tip pink and flushed. It jumped when you skimmed slick fingers over the underside. You whined at the feeling and did the same thing again. Mai’s rough fingers would feel so much better. Patience was key right now. All you had to do was wait somewhat patiently for his return.

The toy earlier mentioned was slicked up with the same lube. You rolled onto your side, hiked up a leg, and nudged the tip against the tight ring of muscles. After countless times with Mai, he’s been able to loosen you up to make it easier for the two of you. Yet, it never hurts to prepare yourself for him. He did say to do that before he left you panting and hard against the door.

You softly cried out as the plug was pushed into you, slowly opening you up. Your bottom lip was bitten again at the pleasure spiking throughout your body. This caused you to start panting, jaw hung low.

Then, the thickest part of it was pushed fully and nestled perfect inside. Your only free hand went immediately back to your cock and started up a decent pace. Your body stayed on it’s side as you stroked, eyes starting to roll back into your head. Fuck, this wasn’t the greatest. The plug did little to fill you the way Mai could. It made you hungry for more. Yet, you guessed it was the idea and possible feeling that had you whining in the empty room.

It was far from silent now in the bedroom. Soft cries, whines, and moan echoing back at your needy form on Mai’s bed. You buried your nose into the pelt and took a deep breath. There. There was his grounding scent woven into the blankets. Your dick twitched, more precum coating the tips. You used the palm of your hand to corkscrew the tip. “Mai!” you whimpered, other hand clawing into the bed.

The muscles in your lower torso tensed, preparing for the upcoming orgasm. Your hand sped up, tightening its hold. Your mind is starting to go blank, besides the only thought on it was Mai. “Pl-ease, let, let me come, baby,” you begged to a figure who wasn’t here, to an empty room.

Your balls tightened, drawing up into your pelvis. Your arm growing tired at the speed but didn’t dare stop. Not when it was right the- “What do we have here?”

Over the white noise in your ears, you heard a voice gravelly speak. The concentration was dropped, hand stopping at the tip, eyes shooting open to find the origin.

In all of his glory, Mai rested a shoulder against the doorway, arms crossed, and eyes locked onto you. His long tongue slipped between his inner jaw to taste the air. You watched as his burnt orange eyes expanded.

All you could do was lay there, panting and not daring to move. The male finally pushed off of the door frame and marched straight over to you. Now, you turned onto your back and started to crawl away from him. That didn’t work.

Mai simply grasped an ankle and tugged you back to him before forcing you onto your front. One hand pinned your neck down into the bed while the other lifted your hips up. The shiny blue butt plug now exposed to him. The Yautja purred lowly, thumb touching the plug before hooking a claw and lightly pulling on it. It moved only an inch inside of you, but you moaned, hands grasping at the pelts again. “Mai,” you cried out his name with him here.

“If you didn’t tease me since this morning, I would be praising you. But you don’t deserve my good words now. Not when you have me wanting to breed you since you touched me out in the hallways this morning.” Mai pushed on the plug now, gaining the same reaction as before. “Do you know how hard it was not to push you into the floor in front of other people and knot you right there? I know you would’ve sound so pretty, begging for my knot and to bred you.”

The touch on your lower end was removed. Only a cool breeze ghosted over the hot skin he had grazed over. “You would’ve loved that. Huh? Seeing all those larger than you watching you getting bred by one of their own? Maybe you would’ve let them have a turn with you?”

This time, you whine in disagreement. “No, no! All yours. All yours. I want you, love. Please. I’m only yours.”

From behind you, where you couldn’t see, Mai smirked proudly at that. The belt around his thick waist was removed, thrown off to the side. Green pelt shorts followed shortly after.

A shiver raked the Yautja’s body, his cock meeting the air, slick and pulsing with need. Mai knew the elder could smell his arousal when Mai entered the room. As much as Mai should’ve felt embarrassed, he didn’t. Instead, he wanted the meeting to be over the moment it started. So, he could come back here and fill you with his cock. Patience is a hunter’s virtue. One a struggled with since he was a child.

“You know how to please me, little ooman,” he grumbled, letting his hand return back to your butt. He squeezed one of your cheeks. Patience. His prize would soon come to him in time. Instead, Mai rested his heavy cock on your tail bone and rutted against you.

From the smell and sight of you, you were ready to come. He could tell when he entered the room you were about to. But Mai ensured you wouldn’t.

Like all the times before, the Yautja leaned down so his mouth was next to your ear. His body curled over yours, easily covering you like a big blanket. The hand on your butt moved to slither around your torso, taking up so much space. “Are you ready for me?” he softly whispered. You felt your cock jump, slapping against Mai’s arm. He smirked at this and licked a stripe behind the shell of your ear.

A whimper sounded in the back of your throat. “Please, love, fill me. I want to feel you so bad. You don’t understand.” His chest vibrated your spine, traveling through your body. You sobbed at the feeling on your weeping cock.

“Oh, but I completely understand.” Mai lifted his upper body off of you before maneuvering you into the position he wanted. You were still in bed, plug removed. Now though, he was sitting with you straddling his thick thighs and waist. Your knees couldn’t even touch the pelts below. All of your weight is resting completely on him now.

A heavy amount of lube had been used on both of you. To the point you felt it rolling down your legs in beads. Both of Mai’s hands were resting on your hips, thumbs touching each other in the middle of your torso. Your aching cock pinned between. It leaked precum, sliding down the length. You were so needy for him, needing to come all over him. Your own way of marking him in return.

Mai simply lifted you up, your cock sliding against his toned abdomen. You reached back to grasp his dick and guide it to your entrance. The Yautja purred as you did so, easily keeping you up.

When you pressed the tip in, Mai’s purr stuttered with a growl. He tensed to stop himself from rutting up into you at just the feel. No matter how many times he enters you, it makes him feel like a newly blooded Yautja getting his first female. This was a hundred times better than that though, making it even harder not to pin you underneath his large frame and take you. You made him feel this way.

He allowed you to control the speed at first. Your comfort was first in his book. He enjoyed the slow slide of you coming down on his penis. The way you would stop, rise up only to fall further. You squeezed the life out of him the further you went down. Then, you finally met your hips against his. His claws bit into your skin at the feeling.

“God, you fe-el so good, love.” Your hand skated down to wrap around your cock. A mistake. Mai grasped that limb and pulled it away.

“Mine to touch. Not yours,” he demanded before releasing the hold. You whined and rested your forehead against his pec. How could he deny you when he’s filling you so perfectly. His knot wasn’t inflated but you could still feel it pressing inside of you.

The Yautja rumbled a laugh at your reaction. Poor little ooman, waiting for him to knot. He waited though until he felt you fully relax against him before lifting you up. The way you sobbed into his chest had him already wanting to hear more. He pulled you back down until your hips met again, beginning a slow but hard pace. One that had you panting and pawing at him.

Low curse words spilling from your lips at the building pleasure. Pleasure that had you already on the edge from earlier. Oh shit. You were going to come so quick. There was no stopping if he kept this up. What would he think of you? Such a needy little thing, already spilling your cum on him?

It took a little effort to even think of the words as the band in your stomach tightened. “Mai, Mai… mmm. I’m gonna come. Let me. Please. I wanna. Please,” you begged to the large alien fucking his cock into you.

Said being couldn’t help the smirk from growing on his mandibles. What you had said already confirmed his suspicions. This was the cause from you playing with yourself earlier. He couldn’t deny the fact you were making him feel so good. Though, if he was truly thinking, he probably would’ve stopped to let the orgasm fade away. You deserved it after teasing with all those touches all day.

His mind already recalling your subtle touches against his thigh as the two of you walked through the hallways. Many of his kinds eyes were on you, watching. Yet, you didn’t seem to know and carried out feeling him up. He knew the others could smell his growing musk for you. He can’t blame the mating season. There’s a couple of months till then.

After that one, you had taken a seat on his lap, pressing into him. Mai easily read the way the room tensed at this. Some Yautja had looked away while others couldn’t stop staring. As much as Mai hated it, he returned the pressure on them until no one dared to look at them.

Then later on, you had pulled him, off guard, into an empty hallway and backed him into the wall. This caused the Yautja’s eyes to bulge out, lower jaw slackened as he watched you feel him up. Mai couldn’t help his head throwing back and body pressing up into your hands. You ate that up happily.

Or when you slipped your hand into his pants while he talking to an old friend. He nearly choked on his spit when your fingers slipped across his slit. Said friend gave him a weird look but carried on until Mai had to remove the two of you from the equation. You were giggling the entire time, unable to quiet down. Damn, you were proud of yourself.

Usually, now would be the time for revenge. With the way you were squeezing him, calling his name, begging for him. How could he deny you that sweet, sweet release?

Mai angled his hips towards something he knew would make you keen just for him. When the tip of his penis slammed against that special spot, you gasped, nails digging into his flesh. “Fuck! Do that again! Please! Again,” you pleaded with him. You were perfect like this.

One of his hands moved to grasp your weeping cock and started a pace that matched his own. If you were going to come this early, he’s going to milk it for what it’s worth. “Come, little ooman. Come on my hand, now,” he snarled as he felt you clench around him. He had a bit of stamina left in him so this wasn’t the end for him just yet.

You cried out hard, his name falling from your lips. The band in your stomach snapped, balls drawn tight. Your cock throbbed within Mai’s hold, white cum shooting out across his torso and hand. Your shaky hands slid up to grasp at his shoulders. “Good boy,” the large predator grumbled, hips not once faltering, over the white noise in your ear.

Once the feeling of cloud nine started to fade away slowly, your body slumped against his chest. You felt your cum touch you but that was the least of your worries now. Your own heaving for air. One of Mai’s hands petted down the length of your sweaty back. You relaxed, eyes drifting close.

Until the uncomfortable feeling of overstimulation started to creep up your spine. You whined incoherently at him, hands pawing at him. This gained his attention to stop, one hand forcing your chin to look up at him. Concern bubbled deep within those burnt orange eyes of his as they searched your own. “Are you okay?” he was quick to ask yet didn’t dare move in case he somehow injured him.

“Too much,” you slurred, eyes watering. Mai was relieved at that. He hadn’t hurt you. An idea was quick to come to mind instead.

Mai leaned down to lick at your cheek, a way to give you kiss. “I’m going to pull out, okay?” You hummed with a head nod. To which, Mai followed through with what he said he was going to do.

It wasn’t painful as he slipped from you. Instead, it made your softening cock twitch with need. You whined at the feeling, softly digging your nails into the flesh of his shoulders. “You did so well for me,” he whispered into your ear after he fully pulled out and kept you seated in his lap.

From this position and what part of your mind that had returned, you took notice on how hard and the lack of a knot… Mai hadn’t come yet. That wasn’t fair. You weren’t about to let that go. One of your hands reached behind you to grasp at his aching cock. The Yautja groaned, hips jutting up into your grasp, but he was able to snap out of it and stop you. He was going to take care of you, not the other way around. “Rest, little ooman. You did so good.” Mai brought up his cum coated hand to his mouth and licked it out. The taste is different from his own in all the good ways. His cock jumped at the taste but you weren’t able to at this moment.

“Mai, you hadn’t come yet,” you stated like he didn’t know it was the truth.

“I’ll be fine.” That you disagreed with a whine and shook your head.

“No. Use me. Wait-“ an idea came to mind “-use my thighs.” Mai’tuiudh’s eyes pinned at that, hold tightening on you.

Over time, your thighs have grown stronger but still have a velvety feel to them. Maybe you did have a good idea. “Are you sure? I don-“

“Fucking use me.” Your wish is his command.

Mai maneuvered you the way he wanted, showing off his strength during the moment. Now, you were on your back. Both of your legs up in the air but your thighs pressed together, slick between the two. Again, lube is your best friend when it comes to Mai’tuiudh. You loved him but not a day of sex goes by without said bottle.

“Ready?” he questioned. One arm was wrapped around your knees, keeping them together. His hand holds his throbbing, weeping cock. No words came to you. Instead, all you did was nod your head. One hand rested on your softened cock. The feel of it there made you shutter.

Once he got the confirmation, Mai lined himself between your thighs then pushed forward. His eyes rolled back into his head. He wasn’t going to last long. The course of the day weighing him down. You were weighing him down. The sight of your small form below him, pauked out, willing to let him use your legs for his pleasure.

A low growl sounded in the back of his throat. You smiled, dazed, up at him, palm and digits wrapping around your cock. There wasn’t a chance to get another orgasm out of you but the pleasure was always welcomed. “You gonna come, big boy? Gonna come all over me? I’m gonna smell like you then, if you do,” you teased lowly.

Start talking about marking and scenting, that’ll get Mai’s gears going. It’s the perfect thing. Said Yautja’s hips faltered their beginning pace already. A low hum sounding in the back of your throat. “Hmmm, yes you are. You always look so handsome when you do. Gonna let me see that again. See you cover me in your cum.”

This time, you heard Mai’tuiudh whimper, hold tightening while his other arm came for support around your legs. You reached down with your free limb. Each time the top portion of his cock speared between your thighs, you caressed him.

Then, an idea came to mind.

The limb holding your dick lifted it up to rub against Mai’s each time he thrusted forward. Pleasure shocked throughout your entire body, causing you to gasp and tense. “Come, baby. Come!” you called out to him like you were in charge. As if.

Mai’tuiudh’s eyes narrowed, hips brutally slapping against yours like he was possessed. All you could do was lie there and watch as your gorgeous Yautja fell apart above. The strong, mighty have fallen to the likes of you, about to come at the feel of your thighs. “That’s it. You can do it.”

A roar echoed around the room. Mai slammed his thighs against the back of yours. A stinging sensation ran up them but you pushed that off to the side to watch as your Yautja came.

Large spurts of cum shot out from the neon green tip of Mai’s beautiful cock. The strength it had had it landing on your face. You were happy to lick what you could off of it, all while keeping eye contact with him.

He was quick to bend over and lick a stripe off of your face for you. Then, said tongue pressed against your lips. You allowed him entrance and tasted him.

When the two of you pulled away, him hovering over you, eyes peering into yours, you leaned up to place a chaste kiss on his lower mandible. “You looked so pretty when you come, babes,” you teased the Yautja.

“I should be the one saying that to you. Specially covered with my seed.” You giggled with a soft smile. Mai leaned back up, large body kneeling before you. “Now, why don’t I clean you up?” You happily agreed with him, letting the Yautja lift your body off of the bed. One thing you liked being on this ship was the bath. This ship wasn’t that bad in the end.

#yautja smut #yautja #yautja x human #predator x human #yautja x you #predator x you #yautja x reader #predator x reader #smut #mannnn this got long #whoops my hand slipped #predator #male predator #male yautja #alien vs predator

[clinicsharmartia]

TW MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAUT AND ABUSE

I’m going to try and say this as clearly and as loudly as I possibly can through a screen because it really needs to get to some people. 

If no one from the original team you were playing with is defending or supporting you, maybe it’s because they know stuff the public don’t, and maybe that ‘stuff’ is evidence of guilt. 

If Mendy is truly, honestly and thoroughly innocent, don’t you think people like Aguero or Stones, or hell, fucking Guardiola himself would be speaking out and supporting him? Does that not seem plausible? People who have spoken to him on less than two occasions and young, impressionable players are the only two groups of people who are singing praise about Mendy. Really, in your heart of hearts, don’t you think that sounds suspicious? 

I’ve seen some people try and compare this to the Neymar case and that is the most vile thing you can do in my opinion. I didn’t like Neymar, I still very much don’t, but whenever I think about what happened in 2019 my heart explodes with sympathy. These braindead imbeciles using a reverse case to try and justify this is disgusting. What happened with Neymar simply cannot be used to justify this as not only did he provide hard, concrete evidence that you can still find on the internet, but it also turned out to be reversed, where HE was the one experiencing the assault and violence. THIS IS NOT THE SAME! And the fact that people are using this horrible experience to try and prove a point is appalling!

And you know what else is absolutely heinous and appalling? The fact that not even 24hrs before Dele Ali spoke out about the sexual abuse he experienced as a child, as well as other forms of hidden abuse that was caused by his mother and other adults in his life. How many footballers did i see openly supporting him? Three. And how much media coverage did this interview get? Well for me, I don’t have twitter so I can’t say anything about that over there, but I do have other social medias and I can say with full certainty that I have only seen eight videos in support. Eight. I had more hours of sleep last night. 

The same people that are preaching for men’s mental health and for men abuse victims are the same people who said nothing in support of Ali. If you are one of those people reading this I want you to look at yourself and ask how that works. 

And to the people who are reading and, like me, doesn’t think this affects you. Take a look at the list and count how many of your favourites are on there supporting him, because you will be heartbroken and empty. 

#benjamin mendy #man city #manchester city #joao felix #jack grealish #virgil van dijk #robert lewandowski #paul pogba #jules kounde #memphis depay #football #women’s rights #femenism #rant

[pumpkzsafeplace]

anon questions 💌: how to love yourself.

loving yourself can be quite tricky, especially in an era where if you’re not the ‘pretty standard’ you’re deemed unattractive or less than compared to your peers.

so here are some things for you little ones to hear 💗

filters ⭐️

the vast majority of things now that you see have a filter on it, and believe me i know how deceiving it can truly be.

the amount of money i wasted on buying the new ‘full coverage’ makeup and then get annoyed that my face didn’t look like perfect and smooth was legit an every week occurrence.

today, i feel like it’s so easy to look at ourselves through a filter and pick flaws at what we look like- when it reality, we DO look beautiful, we just look human.

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spots 🌙

acne is a big part of growing up and can affect people in different ways. i was a spotty kid myself and still do get the occasional spots, but i’m here to say that having spots doesn’t make you disgusting or dirty.

our skin is incredibly sensitive and sometimes just the slightest hormone change can bring out an army of spots- despite cleansing and doing skin care routines 24/7.

it’s okay to get spots, i promise it’s completely natural 💗.

❀•°❀°•❀

weight ⭐️

no weight is perfect.

it doesn’t matter if you’re a size 0 or a size XXL, you will always feel insecure about your weight. especially with the media promoting underweight models as the ‘ideal type’ and curving peoples opinions.

whatever the size, you are still beautiful you know 💗.

i’m a curvy girl myself, always have been and i’ve dealt first hand with all the hatred that society can bring.

but at the end of the day, they were WRONG.

i did find a cute boy who loves me for me, i did learn to love my body and i am working on my confidence 💗.

no matter your size, you’re still beautiful okay? a number on a scale will never change that 💗

❀•°❀°•❀

clothes 🌙

being teased for not having the ‘best’ clothes has always been a mystery to me.

of course, there are some people who have fashion as a hobby and love to style and trial new and popular looks (which is completely okay) 💗.

but for the rest of us, i think how you dress mirrors a lot about your individuality and style. for example, i love a lot of DIY things- i love attempting to customise whatever i buy and make it mine.

it doesn’t matter if nobody else likes it, as long as you do then that’s all that matters 💗

dress for yourself not anyone else 💗

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hair ⭐️

having the ‘popular hairstyles’ used to mean so much to me when i was growing up. i was an incredibly anti-social girl who didn’t talk, so i tried my best to fit in any other way.

but i’m here to tell you in my twenties that hair & having the best hair style is not that important! you don’t have to look like you’ve been to the salon every day to feel important.

honestly, if you’re happy with your hair then that’s that! personally, i haven’t been to the hairdressers in around 2/3 years now- i cut my own hair and style it myself.

does it sometimes come out bad? yeah of course- but that’s the beauty of it! i then get to learn how to style a whole new hairstyle for a while 💗.

honestly, style and love your hair however you’d like! 💗 i promise if you feel confident in what you wear or how you look- you’ll be untouchable to those meanie bullies

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judgement 🌙

unfortunately honeybees, we live in a world where people judge first and ask questions later. but being YOU should never be a chore, you deserve to be happy in whatever you do 💗

and like i said earlier, if you’re happy and confident in YOU then those meanie bullies won’t be able to touch you.

you got this honeybees! & i love you all for your own individuality 💗⭐️

gif isn’t mine

#agere blog #age regression #agere community #sfw age regression #sfw agere #safe agere #sfw little community #sfw little blog #agere little #sfw little post #pumpkinposts

[fatphobiabusters]

TW//ABUSE, ABLEISM, FATPHOBIA

Hey sorry if this is a rough topic but have you been seeing the news about KayleaTitford? She was a disabled plus sized girl who died, and the news has only been focusing on her weight and not the fact that her parents were abusing and neglecting her, maggots were found in her body and she had tons of infections but the news was only ever super disrespectful to her.

https://twitter.com/thefatdoctoruk/status/1623093763450044416

I wanted to learn more about the situation but the news seems to only be focusing on her weight and not the fact that her parents are/were actively absuive and neglectful and keep saying that her weight, not her parents neglect is what lead to her death?

Sorry if I phrased something insensitively or worded it wrong way but why isn’t the press doing it’s job correctly??? Sorry if this isn’t an okay ask to send I just didn’t know who else to send it to

additional cw: o word, medical fatphobia if you go reading the threads.

Side note before I get into this "thefatdoctoruk" looks to be a pretty good Twitter to follow? Just scrolling through and he calls out medical fatphobia from a science literacy and medically sound pov. So hey if you Twitter check them out.

Okay so I'm putting in a read more

https://twitter.com/thefatdoctoruk/status/1623375820575150081?s=20&t=wSaN5nQgWjgk28JepMf8Pg here's a thread about how obviously she was being neglected because of the state of her mattress.

the BBC has been on the decline they got into hot water due to that shit show of a transphobic article (https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLB8NXe_on1cUW1EYsFBHQlu0PVDyX_qM- here a youtuber sends in a complaint about that article and its shoddy journalism for people who missed it) and I saw people saying only their coverage of international news is worth anything anymore. Tories have their fingers in it. And because everyone thinks they can trust the BBC they follow when copying reports.

She had spina bifada and needed help with daily care and her shit parents let her rot. They decided that since she didn't have to go to school due to lockdown they would leave her there. She never re attended school. Likely because she would have told someone what happened and because it was easier to keep ignoring her. This is ableism. This is abuse, to be frank the framing of this should be indictive of the massive eugenics and antidisability culture instead its framed as self inflicted weight gain. If it was HONEST reporting it would read "child with spina bifada left to die by parents"

This is utterly disgusting and I'm so sorry this child was abandoned like this. Everyone has failed her.

#Lover bi #Mod squirrel #Medical fatphobia #O word #Fatphobia #Eugenics #Child abuse #Bbc #Ask #If you need or 5hink there should be other warnings let me know

[feverdreamsanddelusions]

27

inspo by @painsandconfusion

[tw chase, past trauma, past hostage situation, revenge, knives, implied murder, psychological whump, dehumanisation]

Whumpee was running through the woods, panting and sobbing and wishing they were anywhere else. They'd already survived that fucking hostage crisis, and now this? Was there something wrong with them? Did they walk under a ladder, shook hands over the threshold? What the fuck was wrong with their life?

"Please, leave me alone!" they screamed. "Please! I didn't do anything!"

Their pursuer didn't respond. They weren't wasting their precious breath like Whumpee.

It didn't take long until Whumpee's shoe caught on a branch. They hit the ground with a loud thunk, making leaves and bugs scatter. They didn't have the chance to scramble to their feet again.

Whoever had been chasing them pushed them right back into the mud with a boot on their back, and all they could do was thrash like a pinned butterfly. "Please!" Whumpee tried again, positively wailing. "Please, let me go! Not again! Not again!"

"Do you have any idea how lucky you are?" The stranger sounded angry, and Whumpee couldn't imagine what the fuck they were talking about.

"I'm not! Evidently, I– please, I'm sorry, I don't understand, please, just let me go!"

"Do you think my friend got to go on little hikes after the incident?" They removed their boot and bent down, hoisting Whumpee up and slamming them against the nearest tree with a knife to their throat. "Do you think they were frolicking around, enjoying life?"

"I don't understand," Whumpee cried. "I don't understand, please..."

"Oh, you don't understand." The stranger looked at them with pure disgust, and Whumpee wanted to scream that they had the wrong person, because surely, there was no way they could've crossed someone so egregiously without even knowing. "Do you never think about the innocent person who died that day? The one the police and all of you let down? You know, the 'sacrifical lamb', as the reporter had called them."

Traumatic memories came flooding back by the dozen at the phrase. It was one they'd blacklisted on every platform, trying to avoid the news coverage as much as possible. "There was nothing I could've done!" Their therapist had said so. "I didn't want anyone to die!"

"Well, someone did." They pressed the blade into Whumpee's flesh, those empty eyes fixed on whatever monster they thought they were hunting. "And it shouldn't have been them. The sacrifice. It should've been anyone else. Anyone."

"No, no, please–"

"'Police treats hostage crisis like a chess game, sacrificing a pawn to save the rest.' Is that any fucking way to treat a human being?"

"I'm not the police–"

"It should've been them. It should've been you."

"Don't render their death useless!" Whumpee blurted out as a last ditch effort to at least get their attention. "If you kill me, if you kill all of us– Then why did your friend die? They saved us! It was unfair, it was horrible, I wish it didn't happen, but–"

"Shut the fuck up!" they snapped. "Shut up! Shut your fucking mouth! They didn't die as a sacrifice! They didn't die for your useless life to go on! They died because you were all incompetent and stupid! They died for nothing! They shouldn't have died!"

Whumpee flinched, their crying continuing with renewed momentum. "Killing me isn't going to bring them back!" they sobbed.

"No, it won't. It certainly fucking won't, because your lives are nowhere near of equal value. But maybe if I get all of you fucking parasites... Maybe then, they'll be able to rest."

#whump #whump drabble #chase #past trauma #past hostage situation #revenge #knives #implied murder #psychological whump #dehumanisation #res writes