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locked in an open room, stuck with a closed conversation | j.fleming x reader
prompt: you and jessie are lost in the woods on a school trip. stressed and under pressure, feelings come out.
author notes: this is inspired from a scene in one of my favorite shows, big girls don't cry. it's a great show go watch it if you want. anyways, this is an experimental writing for me. just trying things out. hopefully y'all like it!
contains: teenage!jessie x reader, angst until the last minute, they're dating or not? we'll see, homoerotic typical teenage girls situationship, "i wish you were a boy"
playing normal girl by sza 🎵
stay in pairs, they said. then you won't get lost, they said. which that was actual bullshit because jessie and you are lost in the woods right now. with no sense of direction at all. why would you tag along with the girl who probably couldn't tell her left from her right? oh yeah, you remember why.
because this girl with no sense of direction has been avoiding you for the last two months of highschool and you are tired of that. thinking that if you two have to be together for a few hours while on this week long end of the year trip that she would finally talk to you. not even having to be a conversation, but more then a few words in class about work.
"i think maybe we should stop walking for now," jessie says softly. she's a few steps ahead of you. her back is facing you, but you can tell she has a frustrated expression on that freckled face of hers. jessie didn't like lacking control in pretty much any situation. everybody thinks she's laidback, but you knew different. you know how angry she gets when soccer games don't go her way. how she cries after seeing a bad grade. the way she makes sure that everyone thinks of the word chill when it comes to her reputation.
that sense of needing control is really the basis for why you two are in this predicament right now but jessie would never admit it.
"nah. i think we should keep going or even try to turn back like i said earlier," you stare at her back. still she isn't facing you. your words come out sharper then they should, but can you really care right now when the sun is about to set and you have been walking for nearly two hours at this point and everything looks the same in every direction.
no, you don't have it in you to care.
jessie turns to face her finally but keeps her distance. like she's been doing for the past two months; always two steps ahead of you, too far away to reach because she would pull back if you tried.
"why do you think that? we are already lost. moving would just make it worse," she reasons with her usual logic that you would agree with it if it came from anyone else right now but your eyes are focused on the sun that is nearly set in the sky behind jessie and how her voice is way too nonchalant for the situation right now that you let your emotions control all your actions.
you shake your head in disagreement. jessie frowns at that. did you not take her words seriously?
"i told you that we should turn back nearly a whole hour ago and you thought you knew better," you let your frustration funnel into your words. jessie scoffs, ready to defend herself. when she scoffs you feel the strong urge to scoff as well because what rights does she have to be as frustrated as you?
ration and logic are not working in your mind right now.
"because we were walking around in a fucking circle, so i was trying to find i don't know like a river or something to follow. instead of going the back into that circle," she snaps back. the stress of the situation is starting to get to her. why would she agree to partner with you? was she out of her mind? were you of yours?
you snap back just as quick, "yeah because you aren't able to tell directions apart if your life depended on it. which it actually does right now and i wish you would stuff your pride up your ass so we can get somewhere."
"to get where? no, go ahead, tell me! we're stuck in the woods and everything looks the same and you think that you can just figure it out? you aren't a genius, y/n!" jessie shouts. not caring for her volume because who would even hear?
you let out a loud laugh at her words. oh, so the only conversation she can have with you is an argument. okay, that's fine. you'll give her that.
"i never said i was a genius. what do you expect me to do? maybe if you knew how to communicate, we wouldn't be here," you say to her, "you knew we were lost a while ago and didn't say a thing! then when i realized it, you got all pissy at me!"
"oh whatever. you can never pick up on what's happening unless it's fed to you?" she argues back.
"ever think maybe i followed you blindly into these woods because i trusted you?"
was the argument even about being lost anymore? was it ever about that?
"well, maybe you should learn to trust yourself more and listen to your intuition instead of relying on me," jessie says, not shouts. still the tension is laying there in between you two. she's still so far away from you, a few steps ahead. almost leaning against a tree but she's just stubbornly holding herself at that one spot really.
you nod your head. she wants you to trust yourself? you don't know why you didn't realize you guys were lost earlier, but you know why you partner up with her; you need answers. she wants you to listen to your intuition? okay.
"hm, okay. thanks for the advice. i have some of my own. how about not ignoring your girlfriend for two months straight," you say. a flash of surprise shows itself on jessie's face. she wasn't expecting that but she should have known you would bring that up eventually.
"my girlfriend? who said we were girlfriends?" the words don't even sound right coming out of jessie's mouth. she knows they're a lie. you're girlfriends but that doesn't mean she has to confirm it right now. out in the open where anyone could hear. even though nobody is around.
you want to laugh at her denial. who was she fooling? because there wasn't any audience there. just you and her. she couldn't lie to you so she was definitely lying to herself.
"that kiss we shared after practice underneath the bleachers or maybe the kiss we had on your birthday or the fact we spend, no use to spend, all our time together for nearly two years. your mom suspected something one time and now we aren't girlfriends anymore?" you say. jessie knows you have a point but she can't help to feel angry. you just don't get it.
"what did you expect? i couldn't let my mom figure anything out. i can't be seen like that with you!"
"and why is that?" you already knew the answer, but you want to hear it from jessie. even though it will hurt.
"because you aren't a boy!" she shouts but her voice drops into a lower volume when she speaks next, "and you knew that when you started to date me that nobody could know.. because you aren't a boy. sometimes i wish you were one."
okay. that really fucking hurts.
author notes: this is so messy and quick paced but i sorta like it. that's the literal ending, nothing else. i tried to use a few double meanings but idk if they landed. hopefully you guys liked my experiment.
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karma - part seven
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ollie bearman IS SHE PREGNANT? ARE YOU PREGNANT??
liam lawson who's pregnant?
yuki tsunoda WHO'S HAVING A BABY??
max verstappen me. charles is the father.
natalia leclerc i can't believe this is how i had to find out my husband is cheating on me.
sebastian vettel what the hell is wrong with you two?
max verstappen well that depends how much time do you have?
natalia leclerc ooh too much.
daniel ricciardo we don't have enough time to go over everything.
ollie bearman WHO'S HAVING A BABY??
arthur leclerc AM I GOING TO BE AN UNCLE?? TELL ME I'M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE?
kimi räikkönen🤰🏻??
natalia leclerc
arthur leclerc i may have just told maman she was going to be a grandma...
natalia leclerc ARTHUR LECLERC WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!!
arthur leclerc CHARLES YOUR WIFE IS PLOTTING MY MURDER!!
charles leclerc MAMAN IS CALLING ME ARTHUR!! YOU DESERVE TO DIE!!!
ollie bearman I'M GONNA BE A BROTHER!!
liam lawson to a dog oliver.
ollie bearman IT'S A BABY LIAM!! MY BABY BROTHER!! AND DON'T CALL ME OLIVER, LAWSON!!
yuki tsunoda awww when can i meet the baby??
daniel ricciardo aww what a cute baby.
sebastian vettel all this drama for a dog??
charles leclerc not just a dog seb!! his name a leo and he's our baby!! according to twitter he's now your grandchild.
kimi räikkönen ha! grandpa!
max verstappen aww, thank you for naming your dog after me.
natalia leclerc HE'S NOT NAMED AFTER YOU VERSTAPPEN!!
charles leclerc leo leclerc just sounds better than anything else.
max verstappen oh be quiet we all know you named him after me. i'm going to tell everyone you named him after me.
daniel ricciardo he's already started telling people.
natalia_leclerc posted new stories
since apparently i'm pregnant, enjoy my ultrasound picture. i've got my mother-in-law calling me because arthur told her i'm pregnant.
pretty little boy.
this is a picture of our baby after birth.
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charles_leclerc welcome home baby leo 🤍 🤍 🤍
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user1 HIS NAME IS LEO? THAT'S SO FUCKING CUTE!!
natalia_leclerc that's our baby boy.
charles_leclerc i want a girl next. a real one.
maxverstappen1 please remember that i share a drivers room wall and a hotel wall room with you two.
natalia_leclerc ooh more reason to make you miserable. don’t enjoy it too much verstappen
user2 i demand content with roscoe and leo.
sukiwaterhouse you just had to tie her down someway didn't you?
charles_leclerc WE'VE BEEN DATING FOR FIVE YEARS! WE'RE MARRIED! I DIDN'T TIE HER DOWN!!
rileykeough i demand to meet baby leo as soon as possible.
natalia_leclerc of course love of my life.
charles_leclerc i am doomed to third wheel my entire marriage.
joris__trouche welcome to my world. i've been stuck here for a long time.
user3 aww they're parents now!
user4 parents are parents guys!!
user5 aww what a cute puppy!!
landonorris sir, that is our child now. he is the grid's child.
charles_leclerc back off, that's my child. not yours.
alex_albon you could never become albonpets so suck on that leclerc
olliebearman i demand to meet my sibling!!
user6 when the heck did they adopt ollie?
user7 probably somewhere between bahrain and abu dhabi last year.
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natalia_leclerc baby leo with a gift from baby ollie 🤎
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olliebearman my baby brother!!
charles_leclerc my sons!!
arthur_leclerc SHE'S STILL TRYING TO KILL ME!!
natalia_leclerc YOU TOLD MAMAN I WAS PREGNANT!! YOU GOT HER EXCITED AND I HAD TO BE THE ONE TO TELL HER WE GOT A PUPPY!!
athur_leclerc PLEASE STOP!!
user8 aww that's the cutest baby boy ever!
user9 bless ollie for getting baby leo a stuffy
rileykeough i demand you bring him over the next time we see each other
natalia_leclerc yes, of course my love.
user10 cutest family ever.
user11 the puppy belly!! it's cute!!
user12 oh the puppy belly is so fucking cute!!
alex_albon i will steal that puppy if you bring him to the paddock
natalia_leclerc well now i'm now i'm no longer letting him tag along.
georgerussell63 BOO!! BRING THE BABY!!
maxverstappen1 you named him after me!!
charles_leclerc STOP SAYING THAT!!
maxverstappen1 you did!! admit it!!
user13 the couple's quarrels stay on the track guys!
user14 i don't know how kimi puts up with them
sebastian vettel for the love of god. the next time someone asks you about sainz. do not answer the question.
charles leclerc the people have a right to know how i felt!
sebastian vettel by saying, 'once mattia left it was only a matter of time before he left' is not a good look charles.
natalia leclerc but did he lie?
sebastian vettel you zip it, you're next.
max verstappen all she said was, 'i'm glad that fraud is gone.'
natalia leclerc and in my defense, i was talking about mattia.
sebastian vettel kimi, please deal with your drivers.
kimi räikkönen did they lie?
daniel ricciardo i personally think this is great.
yuki tsunoda i know oscar has let out a sigh of relief.
arthur leclerc what is his problem with oscar? someone on twitter said it was because oscar posed a threat to carlando. i think they're right.
liam lawson i saw that it was because he wants his job at mclaren back.
natalia ruiz he hates oscar because he hates me. that is my son!
sebastian vettel you're all children.
ollie bearman okay grandpa.
kimi räikkönen 😂😂
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can you tell at what point i decided i didn't want to write for every race and decided to summarize it? and of course i had to include little leo somehow!!
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this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!
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has that lavendersalve person even seen what happens when you headcanon FICTIONAL women as transmasc/trans men... like the egg jokes are transfem and vaguely forcefem related which is why there's pushback from transmascs saying "hey these make me uncomfortable" and often shield with cis guys because we know we won't be listened to if we say our peace about ourselves
I don't personally know anything about the transmasc experience in this regard, having mostly seen it with cis men, but that sounds right.
A lot of cis GNC men make forcefem jokes about being cis GNC men, and transwomen can also make those jokes between each other, but throwing it at people who are not transwomen or even GNC men is deeply cringe. As I said in the tags, it's perfectly acceptable to suggest meditating on gender identity if someone seems like that would be helpful to hear but be fucking respectful.
This is mostly unrelated but I also hate the word "femboy" being appropriated as a fake slur for transwomen. No! It was never that, it's always been something GNC men (cis and trans) came up with and used for themselves, the fact that it kinna sounds vaguely similar to "ladyboy" means fucking nothing and just makes you seem a little transmisogynistic! But just like everything else, transmascs repeating that did not fucking listen to me when I tried to tell them otherwise.
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Tease Tidbit Tuesday!!
Tagged by @kitteneddiediaz @loveyouanyway @actuallyitsellie @tizniz @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @wikiangela all of whom shared BRILLIANT stuff y'all should definitely show some love 🩵💜
I'm hoping to have Severed Artery finished before the episode, but I don't want to give too much away. I'm really enjoying the story, which somehow shifted from a focus on whump to one of fatherhood. I don't hate it. So, while I try to speedrun that fic, have some of part 2 of It's Some Reaction To Love
(under the cut just to be on the safe side 😉)
Buck tugs him down the hallway and takes his keys from his pocket. Eddie takes the chance to kiss Buck wherever he can- his cheek, his jaw, the tendons of his neck. Buck lets out a shuddering breath when Eddie tugs his earlobe with his teeth.
He barely has the door open before he hooks an elbow around Eddie's neck, hauling him into a searing kiss as he walks them inside. He easily spins them, pushing Eddie against the door as he licks deep into his mouth.
Eddie slips his hands beneath Buck’s shirt again, desperate to see and touch and taste more. Buck is addictive, a drug that produces a high Eddie's never experienced before. He doesn't know what the come down will feel like. He doesn't care.
“Off,” he mutters against Buck's lips, curling his fingers in the hem of his shirt.
Buck smirks and kisses across his face to his ear. “Someone's impatient,” he says smugly before sucking a mark behind Eddie's ear.
“Says the guy who- ah- oh fuck.” Eddie can't even finish his snarky reply because Buck slots a knee between his legs, gripping his ass to guide the uncoordinated rock of his hips. Buck is hard again, the heat of him pressing against Eddie's hip.
“I think I broke you,” Buck chuckles.
“Not yet,” Eddie manages to say, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to meet his lips.
Buck breaks away to pull his shirt over his head, exposing gorgeous pale skin. Eddie's hands wander over his arms, his back, his shoulders before reaching his chest. He thumbs a nipple and Buck keens, diving in to feed the noise into Eddie's mouth.
Buck fumbles with the buttons of Eddie's shirt, his movements quick and desperate. After his fourth attempt, he simply rips the shirt open.
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tumblr in the blaseball universe. part 7. im trying to space these out so i don't flood the tag but i had 1 vivid weird dream and haven't stopped coming up with these since. (note: started this april 27, so i have successfully spaced these out)
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6
parts 3-6 may be needed for context
images are dividers separating posts or reblogs within the same post
despite part 6 taking place in seasons 23-24, there's no chronological order for any of these. i try to keep all the posts within the same time frame tho
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on one hand, i have complicated feelings on real person fiction. on the other hand. does literally no one else think there's somethinggg going on with mike townsend and jaylen hotdogfingers? likeee???
🪤 steampunk--daggerblade Follow
i know, right... it's like everyone forgot they literally have a kid together 🙄
🛣 ghostsunderstandmyjokes Follow
WAIT FR???
🪤 steampunk--daggerblade Follow
no sorry i just felt like lying
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♑️ sweetbro asked:
how come the breath mints let you have a phone and social media? i thought they usually kept you locked away for the greater good or whatever.
👁 spearmint
FIRST OFF. THEY DON'T ' LET ' ME DO ANYTHING. SECOND OF . I ASK REAL NICIES
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Plain text: First off. They don't "let" me do anything. Second of [sic]. I ask real nicies. /End plain text.
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I did not realize all caps was an accessibility issue. I apologize. I shall use normal case from now on
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Somehow that's scarier
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honestly my life has been so focused on blaseball for so long that it's genuinely weird to see things that aren't? like i keep trying to get into dimension 20 but i can't because they're literally in los angeles and don't say shit about the game, besides being late to filming due to the infinite cities. which is a ridiculous thing to expect. and yet.
idk, maybe i wouldn't be this hard pressed about it if my dad wasn't a player. nobody else seems to be this focused on it.
#vent #is there a fucking support group for children of blb players out there #i need it #also if you ask me who my dad is or what team he's on i'm blocking you
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you started all this drama and you're just going to sit back and watch this dumpster fire go down? e/riels are such bullies and they never even take accountability for it smh
Excuse me, what?
What the ever-loving-fuck are you people on about now? Just who tf did I bully?
If this is from my post this morning - don't know how many times I have to say this - my post was not trying to @ any specific user. If someone felt...bullied...by my post, that was not my intention. I specifically did not mention any ships, I specifically did not mention any users.
I have tried again and again to explain what I meant, and people are acting like they literally cannot read. I'm not going to take "accountability" for someone feeling bullied because they saw a post they thought was about them. Especially not when I said over and over again that it's not about any specific person. I see my posts quoted and literally screenshotted and mocked by antis all the time - you don't see me out here starting fights on the anti-elriel tag??
I don't even know why that person thought it was about them, because they kept reblogging my post saying "I never said this" and I was just like... uh yeah.. and? I told you it wasn't about you a billion times now. Yet I kept getting attacked, getting told I was "shaming women's education", all this ridiculous nonsense.
This drama stemmed from someone reblogging my post, and assuming I was trying to attack them specifically (for god knows what reason??). Despite me telling them several times it was not about them, they got defensive and started arguing that I was anti-education or anti-women or whatever the fuck. Don't know how they got to THAT conclusion but okay?
This entire thing got blown out of proportion due to one person's assumption. Which I did try to correct over and over again - but I'm not taking the blame for this "dumpster fire" when someone else purposefully ignored the point of my post and tried to play victim as though I had personally tagged them and told them their degree is worthless and their pet rabbit is ugly or some shit.
And to think, all I said was I don't believe you need a degree to understand SJM's writing.
But sure - I'm the only who's "bullying" people.
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i am astounded (not actually surprised though) that people are "disappointed in you" when they can READ THE TAGS on a fic you posted, and then they go ahead and read the fic and expect it to be something different than what it was labeled as. And Then send you an essay about their disappointment and about how you "usually don't promote violence" or something (even though you've written a longfic about the wizarding war, which is violent, but i digress.)
don't like the tags, do not fucking read <3 it's really simple actually.
loving tennessee baby btw xx
Fanfic is beautiful in the fact that you can tag everything and readers know exactly what they’re getting into most of the time. I think media literacy is a lost art and I’ve had conversations especially with young people in this fandom that shows me some people don’t like reading things that make them uncomfortable or that don’t tell them what to think. As much as I love fanfic as a form of escapism, I think we need to read things that make us uncomfortable because otherwise we sit in our cushy little boxes and ignore real, ugly, things in the world.
I could preach forever but I won’t 😭 because I’ve said this all before. Because you’re absolutely right, my first jegulus fic was 200k words of war and death and morally complex situations. So, I am who I’ve always been and I write what I always write.
The very first thing I said in the opening notes of Tennessee Baby is and I quote: “I will give you all your disclaimers and warnings. Read the tags. Everything else after that is not my problem.” I 1000% stand by that for Tennessee Baby and ANY of my fics. I always warn and tag and anyone’s reaction or upset is not my problem.
I really blame no one, and have total empathy and sympathy for why some of my writing might not be people’s cup of tea. And people miss tags or warnings. I have too!! But also, that is the readers responsibility not mine. Everyone has to worry and put themselves first, and I can’t cater to every single person who reads my work. So YEAH read tags people and remember authors have no responsibility to write things you’re comfortable with, you’ve got to take care of yourself.
I’m so glad you like Tennessee Baby I’ve so enjoyed writing it and I’m excited to continue the story and show you all where it goes <333 mwah!
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I'd pay a very pretty penny for you, gorgeous. Switch out your plain auction collar out for a much more personalized one. personalized to me of course, not you. you're property, your taste doesnt matter. it'll be pretty and pink and says "mommys mutt" on the tag. the cage for your little tcock will match and the last thing that'll be in the set will be my favourite pink strap. its a rabbit strap, so not only will it vibrate inside your virgin puppy cunt, it'll have an extra part that presses up against the cage, making it buzz around your tdick every time i push into you. you'll be shaking and whining like a good dog, maybe even crying after i edge you a few times. between each edge while i wait for you to come down, ill play with my pretty pussy in front of you, teasing you with what you want so bad before getting back to fucking you relentlessly right up until you're seconds away from cumming again. then after hours, i'll unlock the cage, tug on your leash towards me and spread my legs so you can breed me full <333
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rruufffruff,., it's torture not being able to touch myself mommy,,, can't wait until my period is over to touch myself to this...
thankyouthankyou thank you mommy,, i'd be so so happy to wear a collar mommy picks out,, i'm mommy's mutt, only mommy's, no one else's!! i'm mommy's to tease and edge and fill up and play with! my tongue will hang out of the edge of my mouth, a pool of drool forming on the mattress, mixing with tears of ecstasy flowing down my cheeks,, i might accidentally start speaking to beg for release, but then i'll remember that puppies can't speak, and i'll woof and whimper like the dog i am. god, and it would be so so hard, mommy, because i cum so fast that it isn't even funny! i stick a toy in my puppycunt and the second i move it even a little, i start shaking and cumming!! i don't know how i'll handle mommy's teasing, but i'll try my hardest to please you!
fuck, and when you finally, finally let me between your legs?? bbbarkbarkbark,, i'll mount and hump you like a stupid dog, and then i'll take a break to lick the cum i left behind off/out of your pussy, and then i'll repeat the process so many times that i'll eventually tire myself out and collapse with my head on your chest and my tcock still nestled snugly in your slick folds.
#🔮 anon#ask reply#arf.txt#ftm nsft#trans nsft#ftm puppy#petpl4y#petpl@y#puppy sub#ftm sub#doggy top#puppy top
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I mean I can say it but nobody wants to hear it. Except it’s especially important, now, considering recent events.
Any discourse regarding the ethics of consuming Disney-owned media - in the context that this discourse has been taking place - is effectively worthless until animation becomes a more respected medium in the West.
And like - first of all, just fucking pirate everything. Just pirate as much entertainment as you want. Like be smart about it, but I’m not talking about which companies you give money to. That’s also effectively worthless to the conversation right now, but I feel like I should disclaim that I’m pro-piracy and this post wouldn’t change regardless of money being involved.
Because I’m talking more about the people who tie ethics to the type of media someone consumes whether they’re paying the company or not. And I need every single one of these people to understand that the people you’re yelling at make up a fucking microcosm of any given show or movie’s viewership. To keep all this discourse within fandom spaces demonstrates an ignorance to the bigger picture - and the picture is SO much bigger. Despite the fact that fandom has been growing so rapidly within the past decade, we remain a pond looking over the ocean that is the majority of the Western animation audience - non-fandom kids and parents.
I cannot emphasize enough that the 14-year-old animation fan who happens to be fixated on the newest Disney release is likely exploring non-Disney, non-USAmerican animation when the fixation wears off and they get curious about what they’re able to access now that the wider internet is available to them. Admonishing them for enjoying Disney at all when they “could be watching X film from X country instead!” is essentially just preaching to the choir. Like yeah, they’re still learning about different films that are more obscure to them, but if they’re out here still unabashedly enjoying animation into their teen years when Western society demands they grow out of it, they were going to go looking for this stuff, regardless.
Meanwhile, the parent who needs to entertain a kid for a few hours is going to just put on a Disney movie because of brand loyalty, blind trust, and the notion of “this is animated, ergo my kid will enjoy it” without considering genre or quality. They don’t know about whatever indie or non-USAmerican animated movie that might speak to their kid more effectively or even be enjoyable for them to watch on their own - and they’ll never learn because they don’t care. Animation isn’t a medium they believe they should be enjoying beyond “this is cute and makes my kid happy”. The non-fandom “Disney Adults” who kind of appear to be fandom but like never actually participate in any kind of fandom community (or have any respect for animation as a medium) are in it for brand loyalty. Buying Disney merch to them is like buying the newest iPhone.
I’m reminded of this every time I see some kind of outcry about a movie or show not getting supported enough. With things like the HBO pull or instances of Laika stop-motion underperforming in box-offices, it’s important to note that animation fans have always been showing up to support these shows and movies. What support these works lack is the parents and kids outside of the scope of fandom who weren’t effectively advertised to - there’s a thread on Twitter from Matt Braly regarding all the cartoons being pulled from streaming services for “not earning enough money”, where he talks about how these shows aren’t advertised, weren’t merchandised, and didn’t pull the viewership that execs expected them to. How could that be though? A ton of these shows had considerable and dedicated fanbases. Could it be, perhaps, that fandom doesn’t actually have more power over non-fandom or “normie” viewers when it comes to animation? The kids who ask for toys and other merch of their favorite shows and movies and the parents who are told about the new animated show or movie from advertisers?
What I’m getting at, is that if you want a multi-billion-dollar company to stop having the stronghold on Western animation that it does, then people outside of fandom spaces have to start caring about Western animation again. It can’t be “just a medium for kids”, it can’t be something seen as “lesser” than live-action, it can’t be “good” with the caveat of “for an animated movie/show”. Yelling at other fandom people who have shown so much love for every facet of animation, just because one of those facets happens to be Disney, is pointless. This doesn’t mean that you can’t say “if you liked [big name movie], you’ll probably also like [small name movie]!” but guilting people who are so barely part of the problem that even their support doesn’t seem to matter is performative. If you really care about making a difference, spend that energy promoting animation as a medium to Western audiences, instead. I promise you that will make much more of a difference.
#Disney#its this kind of discourse that should remind EVERYONE that they need to consider the world outside their bubble#Animation#fandom discourse#media analysis#I don't fucking know what else to tag this as#critical thinking#long post#HBO
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THE WAY THAT THEY INVENTED ROMANCE WITH THIS SONG???? HELLO?????
#'i don't know why you waste your time on me' 'baby; all i got is time!' OH MY *GOD*#WHY IS THAT THE MOST ROMANTIC THING THATS EVER HAPPENED#im screaming and crying knowing no one else will ever have what they do#like i am so serious ive never REALLY cried at this show before but this song got me so bad#theyre so fucking cute. im going to lay on the floor and be overwhelmed by yearning#mine#fave#<- yes im tagging my own posts w this#helluva boss#helluva boss spoilers#fizzarolli#asmodeus#fizzmodeus#helluva boss fizzarolli#fizzarolli helluva boss#asmodeus helluva boss#helluva boss asmodeus#e: mammon's magnificent musical mid-season special
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Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink
Kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky~
Inspired from This post of @just-dol-headshots and this ask from @hakusins. Don't worry I'm still aiming for your ass Haku-Dean :) References and something under the cut
We all have to agree Bully Robin should have some softer and caring sides. When there's only them two and no one else is around to judge, he can let loose and slip back into that kinda of "Original Robin" we know and I love. I mean, that's what JDOLH made that got me into these swap messes from the beginning jsjkhskjhd you knowww the HUG!!
Reference: Barbie Girl (Aqua) and this cute ecchi Clamp Chobit piece
All in all I'm a pink bietch and Dollya won't be losing her V-card anytime soon that I can promise so hang in there okay mr.Bully.
edit: OMG THIS IS MY 1000TH POST TTOTT)) JKSDJLASKJKDLA
SELF-INDULGENT HERE WE GO
#Warning: rant in tags#dollya art#robin the orphan#dol robin#robin the bully#swap robin#swap au#DoL swap AU#Just Dollya herself#degrees of lewdity#dol#pinkcore#pink aesthetic#I don't know man I still can't decide the title for Dollya and “the Weeb” is kinda not very cute eventhough I like it#I'm enjoying this SO FREAKING MUCH I lose track of time and want to draw so many fucking things for it#I have “Plans” for Bully Robin don't worry he will get backstory as well as character development#Dark or light I can't promise I will work with JDOLH and maybe Hakusin too to build this AU#I want to put work into this you understand me?#AAAAAAAAAA THE IDEAS KEEP COMING I hate this yet I love it#What else to tag oh right#yumejoshi#yumeship#I LOVE to draw pink so fucking much#I love pink#I want to draw more pink
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No because I have such a visceral reaction to fanfictions that have the characters do something that they would never do. “He would not fucking say that,” actually causes a genuine physical ailment in my body. The world is caving in on me. I feel sick
#spiteful musings#i'm reading tma fanfiction and tim keeps... just forgiving jon bc jon looks a little pathetic#'he would not fucking do that' is a constant saying in my mind#tma#mp100#the magnus archives#mob psycho 100#yeah i don't know what else to tag this as#ao3#archive of our own#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfiction.net
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you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah
#sorry i got really into my feelings about mark hoffman again#the very specific version of him in my brain that i really really wish i had the time and energy to properly share with you guys#saw#well until i muster the energy to explode all of my feelings out into a fic. if you want to TRY and understand#know that my three biggest hoffman fic insps right now are as follows#your best kept secret hoffman. a series of mistakes hoffman. and rushed like a dreadful wind hoffman.#there is a very clear throughline just know i am extremely emotionally compromised rn#thinking about theee fics vs the canon path hoffman spirals down#something something the absolute tragedy of watching a man's descent into madness#the transformation of a man into a monster#and what could have saved him from himself and kramer's corruption#sorry i'm rambling so much oh my god i was just having such a crying fit out of nowhere about this#do you think he could feel it happening. do you think he was aware he was losing his mind.#the script version of him fucks with me so bad. the crazed rankings and the longer hair and him not being well kept anymore#it's impossible to think he didn't know he was deteriorating#fuuuck okay i need to either chill or write a whole longfic rn#i project on that guy so much i truly don't know if i could properly write my vision of him#until i do something more substantial the full extent of my hoffman exists for me and my boyfriend only. they get me like no one else#well ginny and jenna also get me. please read best kept secret and a series of mistakes Oh My God#where am i going with this. i like tag rambling actually this is a nice way to do it without forcing EVERYONE to read my delirium#anyways if you've read all of this i think i love you? feel free to dm me about hoffman and my very specific headcanons and aus#maybe soon i'll try and start writing my fics about this tragic man#i could never say any of this on twitter btw they'd string me up for my opinions on him as a sad wet beast who could have been fixed#if only he hadn't been weaponized first#god i'm too tired to even be as embarrassed about this as i should be. thought i unlearned cringe already#but i've been spending way too much time on twitter and they HAAATE hoffman there#rip. i know it's not that serious but i'm sensitive rn and hate feeling lonely in my thoughts#ok bye for real otherwise i'll never shut up. i might tag ramble more often bc this was therapeutic in a way i needed badly#cat chat
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Okay, now that everybody's had some time to process and gotten some of the doomposting out, here's my thoughts on the whole situation.
First of all, I'm not really worried about whether or not RWBY will continue in some capacity. It's uncertain, sure, but no more than it was already. In February we got the update that they were talking to potential partners about getting volume 10 made, so clearly they weren't just relying on Rooster Teeth and Warner Brothers for it - maybe one of those companies will pick it up, maybe a different company will, either way I'm sure it *will* be picked up by somebody and unless they get real unlucky, the show won't be much worse off than it was before - if anything it might be better off, considering that WB have been shitty about animation for quite a while now (if you're not already familiar and you're up for some extra research, I recommend looking into the Coyote vs ACME situation that's been going on recently for a great example of WB's bullshit). And while it's unclear exactly how much involvement the original crew will have in the show's future, I'm pretty optimistic about it. I doubt the writers are going to let go of creative control without a fight, if for nothing else then for Monty - I don't like focusing too much on the whole Monty's Legacy stuff in general, but I do think that the crew are going to want to keep their friend's work alive and authentic and as accurate to what he wanted it to be as possible. None of this is a certainty of course, but I think RWBY is gonna be fine, things will just be kinda rocky for a bit.
With all that being said, while this may end up ultimately being a blessing in disguise for RWBY as a franchise, it sure ain't one for everybody who worked at Rooster Teeth. This entire situation is still horrible - so many people being fired on the spot, effective immediately, with no warning and with several of them only finding out by seeing articles about it being posted on Twitter, it's fucked. I know Rooster Teeth wasn't exactly lacking in controversy and problematic behaviour, to put it lightly, but there were still plenty of amazing people there who are now in a really shitty situation. On top of that, while again this isn't exactly anything new, especially for WB, it is the latest instance of a huge problem in the animation and entertainment industries. So no matter how things pan out for RWBY, we should still be really fucking mad about this.
And we definitely shouldn't be celebrating. I've seen some posts saying "good riddance" and celebrating RT's downfall, not just from people who hate RWBY (I mean don't get me wrong I'm sure the hatedom is out in full force but that's not the kind of thing I'm referring to right now), but people who like/used to like the show and just hated the company. And don't get me wrong, I didn't like a lot of things about the company either, I've actually been wanting RWBY to separate itself from RT for a pretty long time (be careful what you wish for I guess 💀), but there's a time and a place and this certainly ain't it. Plenty of people who have worked there have said that they loved their jobs, plenty of others said it was horrible and toxic and nightmarish, but either way a job is a job and in this industry work isn't always easy to find, especially in recent years. Celebrate in private if you want, but now is not the damn time to be bringing out the cake and confetti.
TLDR; I'm cautiously optimistic about RWBY's future, I'm pretty sure it'll be fine and they'll be able to keep the core crew to at least some extent, but this is still a really bad situation for everybody who just lost their jobs, don't be a dick.
#rwby#rooster teeth#what the fuck else are people tagging these kind of posts with uh#warner bros#I guess#anyway sorry if I sound kinda miffed in this post I'm just really tired. of a lot of shit#oh and just to be super 100% clear - even if RWBY had been just straight up cancelled the most important thing is still the workers#focus on giving them whatever support you can and don't pressure them to talk about the show and it's future#which I imagine most of you already know but just to be crystal clear on all this
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yes i'm rooting for m*leven breakup because byler is neat but mostly? i'm rooting for m*leven breakup for the sake of el and mike.
to me, their romance was always a puppy love born out of a combination of social pressures, naïve curiosity, and a lack of true understanding regarding intimacy and romantic love and what it really is. it was real in that they do truly, deeply care about each other and they are close friends, maybe even shared an attraction, but a maturing romance is so much more than that. they've grown up and out of being boyfriend/girlfriend, and that's okay! i think television/film needs to show more often that most of us don't have definite "soulmates" or first childhood loves that we spend our whole lives with. it doesn't mean these relationships meant nothing and didn't impact us, it just means they've run their course and that something else is in the cards, and this is part of life!
i've always felt el was at her best and most confident self when broken up with mike, discovering who she was and what she liked alongside another girl her age instead of just relying on mike for mentorship on how to live in the real world. she deserves more of an opportunity to find herself, her autonomy, and her independence, and to love who she is, and she's made it clear she's felt insecure in the relationship with mike because she isn't being loved and understood the way she wants, needs, and deserves from someone who is her partner.
also, it's okay if mike doesn't love her in "the way he should". he is not obligated to love her romantically and stay in a relationship with her just because she's a girl, because she "needed someone", or because he cares about her a lot. he shouldn't be pressured into a romance if it's not truly coming from his heart. he deserves freedom to find out and honour who he is, too, instead of just staying in his non-functional first relationship — one he got into as a child, essentially — and defining himself that way because it's what's expected when a boy and a girl are close. he loves her in some way, yes, but it's okay if he doesn't feel comfortable or secure being her boyfriend anymore, for whatever reason that is. he's felt insecure too, and that's valid and it matters.
they are their own people and are steadily growing and changing every day. they need time to figure out who those people are, and it's become clear (at least in my opinion) that those people aren't meant to be a couple at this stage.
they deserve freedom. they deserve to grow up and be authentic to themselves and not feel like they need to lie for the sake of a relationship. they deserve to move on from this version of their relationship that isn't making them happy and rekindle the best part of their bond: their strong, beautiful friendship. they don't have to be a couple if it doesn't make them stronger and better and happier people.
i think it would be healthy and wonderful for a show, especially one consumed frequently by young adults, to show a relationship starting, progressing, and ending on good terms in this way. sometimes things don't work out, and that is okay.
#eve text#elmike#stranger things#byler#only tagging byler because i feel like yall will like this take lol#tagging tagging tagging WHAT ARE EVERYONE ELSE'S THOUGHTS#god i can't believe i'm making a post about stranger things. this feels like poking a bear#i'm not particularly anti m*leven but like... they'd have to do something pretty special at this point for me to feel like it's viable#i'm seeing the bts of s5 and it's got me Having Thoughts#elmike friendship is something i am so passionate about#even before i ever liked byler (didn't ship at all until s4 even though i knew it was a thing before) i've felt this way about elmike#i always believed they were close friends at heart and needed to break up#the romance part of them felt very distinctly young and very much “he was a boy she was a girl” to me#and it hasn't deepened into anything more mature and i don't see how it could based on the current state of the writing...#the fact that lumax exists — a young relationship that is actively maturing and is healthy — makes that clear to me#and the “love confession” in s4 and how disingenuous and miserable it felt was just the nail in the coffin#also the fact that will (who is IN LOVE with mike) was instrumental in making it happen? ... uh... okay... interesting choice…#fucked up and reductive if they make it another queer unrequited love sacrifice for the sake of pushing the heterosexual agenda YUCK#so i really hope the speculation about a m*leven breakup is real!! i think it just makes sense for their characters but who knows#i don't believe in the notion of love at first sight or one true love and i think the writers don't too???#love to me is an accumulation of experiences and we inevitably choose it at some point rather than fall into it... but idk#tv is so fixated on keeping couples together... sometimes it's just not reality guys especially with young people... LET IT GO...#like i said though i'm not 100% sold that they're going to give up their “golden couple” LMAO#stranger things hasn't historically subverted too many tropes if i'm being honest#anyway i seriously need this season to come out quickly... i'm so bored and getting my master's is crushing my soul#i need frivolity#ALSO btw i won't respond to hateful messages about this so please don't bother. it's not that serious. this is a netflix show
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Because I Love You
Note: No one asked for this but here it is anyways, please read the content list as this one! Be safe, I have other fics if this one isn’t for you.
Content: 3.8k words, 18+, NSFW, Leon x Reader, CNC with enthusiastic consent, knife play, boot kink, glove kink, pain play, primal play, edge play/ breath play, home invasion roleplay, degradation, humiliation, manipulation kink, oral (m receiving), they/them reader, ooc Leon (I think, even how I normally characterize him, but oooooh I just want him to hurt me)
Leon gets home from a difficult mission and gives in to reader’s request to use them for stress relief... but maybe they underestimated how much stress he was carrying.
It was pretty late at night. You were lounging on the couch in a pair of Leon’s boxers, a bottle of lazily sipped wine on the floor beside you, flicking through the channels. Leon was on one of those long work trips he couldn’t call you for. Anxiety knotted into a pit in your stomach. You worried about him. You didn’t know what he did for work, but you knew it was dangerous. You saw the dark, weary look in his eyes and the scars that danced across his body. He always came home so... tense. Like he was filled with a frustration he couldn’t release, an abundance of adrenaline with no way to burn it. The last time he came home like that, you practically begged him to use you as release. He refused. He didn’t want to “hurt” you.
You thought about that answer while you sipped the wine again. It helped to ease that anxious knot in your stomach. You drank more when he was away. You had trouble sleeping otherwise.
He definitely could hurt you, you thought. God, he was strong enough. He knew enough about the human body to know exactly how. He was pretty adept with that knife of his too. He worked it into your nights together on occasion since the last time got such... rewarding results from you. You closed your eyes as you remembered it... the glint of silver steel, the sharp pain of it tracing a thin line into your shouder, the threat of it against your throat...
You reached your hand down to your heat when your phone rang out. You picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Is that offer still on the table?” Leon’s voice emanated over the speaker. It sounded... tired, yes, but there was something else under it. A danger that dripped from his words like black honey.
“Uh, depends which one?” You sat up, bringing the bottle to your lips for another sip.
“The one where I use you.”
A thrill ran straight to your core. You tried to cover up your loss of words with a drink of wine, leaving him on the cusp of tension. One more sip, for bravery, and then you gave an affirmative.
“What kind of wine are you drinking?”
“What?” You looked around the dark living room, your eyes still not adjusted from staring at the TV. “How did you know...?”
A chill took you then as a sharp, cold wind whipped through the house. Your eyes drifted over to the front door. It sat open.
How did you not hear him unlock the door?
You stared at it frozen in place. The door seemed to swing shut on it’s own. He wanted you to know he’d gotten in unnoticed. How long had he been watching you?
You were dimly aware of the line going dead. The high pitched whine barely heard over the sound of your own heartbeat hammering in your chest.
Your instincts brought you back into sharp focus at the sound of combat boots on hardwood floors. He was approaching you fast. Then he materialized, long strides making quick work of the living room. The flickering of the light revealed little more than what was bare skin. His arms, his face - harshly shadowed by the raw TV light.
Then the TV went black, and the room plunged into empty darkness. The sound of his boots were silenced.
You held your breath.
A sharp noise from the movie. The room lights up. Leon is just a few feet away, moving as silently as a ghost. His intense expression is made sinister by the harsh light his sharp features.
Your brain screamed danger as fight or flight kicked in. Self preservation is making decisions for you and your hand tightens around the wine bottle. It’s lofted above your head and then released, sailing right towards him.
The motherfucker catches it. Mid-air. He never breaks his stride, his eyes never leave yours; the best defense option you had barely even an inconvenience that takes him no effort to deflect. He leaves it on a side table as he advances towards you.
Fear flows through you like an animal caught in a trap. The heat between your legs quickly follows.
The TV goes black. The room goes dark.
You turn to run but you barely make it a few steps. You don't even hear him coming. I mean, he's wearing big ass combat boots, why can't you hear him behind you?! His hand grabs your elbow and you let out a surprised shriek, cut short when your momentum is redirected into the wall. Your back hits it hard enough to make you whimper.
"Shit," Leon hisses. "Are you-"
"It was hot," you tell him quickly, shutting him up.
Then he's on you again, kissing your neck. One hand holds your jaw in a rough grip and you recognize the feeling of his leather gloves. You try to turn your head but he holds you fast. Demanding. His mouth descends on your pulse, then the thin skin of your throat, then the soft curve beneath your ear. You whimper. Your hips rock towards him already needy for him. He licks down your neck leaving a warm trail that quickly goes cold in the night air. Then he's biting the muscle above your collar bone, hard enough to make you wince. Your hand comes up to his head and you try to push him off.
He doesn't even budge. Your other hand comes up to the broad of his chest and you try to use the wall as leverage. You might as well be doing nothing at all.
"Leon," you whimper. He releases his teeth from your neck with a chuckle that curls fear inside you. He likes seeing you helpless.
His hands take your wrists, leading them above your head. You try to squirm out of his grasp. Partly because you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of pinning you. Partly out of the fear of what he could do if you can’t push him away, his entire aura shifted to something more angry and dangerous than usual.
"Don't pretend like you don't like it," he says into the angle of your jaw. He leaves soft kisses there while he effortlessly pins your arms above your head. He holds them there with one hand.
The other gropes and squeezes it’s way down your body. Your chest, your side, your waist. He grabs a hold of your hips, thumb perfectly lining up with the dune of your hipbone. He pulls your hips towards him harshly enough to draw a noise from your lips. He works his knee between your thighs, then pushes them open. You swallows any protests with a kiss. His knee presses against your sensitive cunt and you whimper against his lips in response.
“Ohh, what happened to all the struggling?” Leon mocks you, punctuating his words by squeezing your wrists hard enough to bruise. His hand comes up under your t-shirt and you shiver against the sensation of his gloves on your bare skin. You melt. Fucking putty in his hands.
You open your mouth to speak, but he grinds his knee into you, and the only sound you can make is a desperate whine. He makes a satisfied hum, doing it again, obviously reveling in the power he has over you.
You try to meet his gaze. You want to say something smart or mean, but the look in his eyes levels you. Already obscured by darkness, something else hides in his expression. A genuine anger in his eyes that made you nervous.
Warmth burns in you as you realize you might be playing with real fire. You take in the sight of him. Broad chest in tactical gear- the knife holster a hopeful promise of things to come- his knee pressed against you still. His strong arms cornering this little section of the world off to just the two of you. Your eyes travel back to his and you can’t help but smile mischievously. Then you turn your head and bite into his arm, grinding your hips down against him at the same time.
You expect him to hiss an insult. To degrade you. To threaten to punish you for being such a difficult little slut, always pushing the limits. He just goes still. His muscles flex as if he’s containing something. Silent.
Methodically, his hands moved down your limbs to your head with surgical precision. The nervousness builds in you. His fingers practically envelop your skull. With one harsh movement, he’s pushed you down onto your knees. He undoes his belt and pulls himself free, his beautiful cock glistening with pre-cum. One gloved hand presses hard into your jaw. Harder. His thumb pressing against the muscles there until you open your mouth for him. The head of his cock comes to rest against your lips.
The taste of salt and Leon’s soap is too tempting to resist. He was usually such a giver, and when you went down on him, he always liked it slow. You lick up the length of his cock and he shivers in response. He drops his hands to your shoulders and you watch his forearms flex in pleasure. Your tongue swirls around his soft tip, and then you take him into your mouth soft and sweet.
Except... this time he doesn’t respond with shaking breaths and high pitched whimpers. Not even an utterance of your name. Insecurity flashes through you - you were sure this is how he usually liked it. Were you not doing well enough for him? You cast your eyes upwards for guidance, barely able to see him in the dark.
“You really think that’s going to cut it?” His voice is cold and hard. Then his hands are on the back of your head, pushing you down onto his cock so fast and deep you almost gag. You pull away to drag a sharp breath into your lungs, abdomen muscles flexing.
“You want to be fucked like a slut, you’re going to have to earn it.” He pulls you back down onto him.
Suppressing the urge to gag brings tears to your eyes, and it isn’t long until they’re falling down your cheek, mingling with the saliva making a mess of your mouth and chin. Wet, choking noises echo into the empty hall. When you start to slow, whimpering from the effort, he’s quick to pick up the slack. He thrusts his hips forward, pinning your head between him and the wall. You choke and gag around him, struggling to adjust around the brutal pace he sets, fucking your throat like you're nothing to him but a toy. Your hands come up to his hips, but he wrenches them away with a furious grunt.
He pulls out suddenly, thick strands of saliva dripping off his cock. His breathing is hard and sweat rolls down the lines of his ab muscles. Your shoulders slump and you try to catch your breath. You’re absolutely spent. How humiliating that he didn’t even have to touch you to keep you wet for him, a vague sense of disgust emanating through your core.
“Was that good enough?” you weakly ask, but you might as well be begging him to fuck you for the look in your eyes. You don’t even bother to wipe the spit from your chin or the tears from your cheeks. You hope the sight gets under his skin so he can fuck you just as rough as he did your throat.
“I don’t buy it,” he says. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and frustration.
“What?”
“I just don’t buy that you want me to fuck you.”
You’re about to ask what you can possibly do more to prove it when something hard presses against your warmth, pushing your soaked boxers against you. You look down do see Leon presenting his boot. Steel toed and tightly tied, the mere sight of them would be enough to get you to blush. But this?
You look up at him, but all he does is look back at you, expectantly. Your can feel the heat creeping up your neck as you adjust to straddle his boot. You keep hoping he’ll just end your suffering by mocking you for even considering it, but it never comes. The cold, hard leather against you sends a wave of electricity through your body. Your hips are moving on their own. Your body desperate for anything it can get, chasing it’s high no matter how humiliating. You turn your face away from him, unable to stand him looking at you like this. Grinding against his boot...
“There they are. My desperate little bitch,” his voice has the first touch of warmth it’s had all night. It’s enough to spurn you on, the heat coiling in your abdomen. You pick up the pace against your will, your body chasing ecstasy like an uncaged animal. And Leon just watches you, expression never changing, never reaching down to touch you. God, were you really going to cum on his boot while he looked at you like that?
He kneeled down to one knee, doing his best not to disturb your work. His strong hands take hold of your hips and push you harder against his boot, dragging your hips up and down. You moan, tears collecting in your eyes again. You can’t believe you’re enjoying this. Even - no, especially because it hurt. You were getting closer, your moans coming faster.
“Beg for it,” Leon orders.
“Please let me cum, Leon, please.”
“Tsk. Not that,” he pulls his boot away like he's disgusted and you whimper in protest. Then, as if you were light as a feather, he’s tossing you to the side. You catch yourself on your elbows and feel them scrape against the hardwood. Your hips grind against the air as they searched for any friction at all that would send you over the edge. They found nothing.
“You’re pathetic.” He sounds bored as he stands to his full height above you.
You watch a gloved hand pull the knife from it’s sheath at his chest. It captures his full attention, glinting in the light of the TV behind him. When he speaks, it's almost to the room.
“Isn’t this your favourite part? Where you try and fail to escape?”
You don’t move. He flips the knife in the air, catching it by the tip of the blade, and then again to catch it by the handle. He admires it as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world.
“Start crawling,” he suggests.
You push yourself onto tired, shaking limbs and try to get up. They give out on you. You pull yourself forward on your elbows instead. You hear the floorboard creek beneath his weight. The another. Then another. You feel small crawling beneath him, listening to the gentle whirl of the blade as he tosses it in the air. The floorboard creaked again, then again.
You turned to look at him. You were almost overwhelmed at how he towered above you. His broad shoulders blocking out the light in the hallway. One hand busy toying with the knife, the other pulling his pants further down his hips. He was clearly taking his time.
“You ever wonder why you like to fight so much?” You watch boot follow boot in lazy strides until they were at either side of your ribcage, standing above you.
“Should I let you get away again?” he asks, but then he’s dropping to his knees, pinning you beneath him. Fear takes hold of your vocal chords and you make a desperate noise, pushing at his legs. “Will you just give in already?”
He readjusts, turning your body to face him. Your heart is hammering in your chest. One gloved hand finds your neck, squeezing tightly, his palm pressing against your throat just hard enough to hurt. You feel lightheaded. Then weightless. Panic starts rising in you while it still has time to, Leon pushing you to your limits. Your vision starts to go dark around the edges. You bring a hand up, tapping his arm three times - your safe signal.
He releases and you gasp for air. He lets you catch your breath, and for a minute you’re almost angry. But the growing wet between your legs betrays you to yourself, forcing you to admit you liked being pushed to the edge. An exhilarated smile picks up the corners of your mouth and Leon, intently waiting for you to lead, just watches.
“More,” is all you need to say, and he’s on you again. Hand lighter on your throat, he brandishes the knife to catch your eye. It makes contact with your skin and you fight to control a shiver.
It curls around your shoulder, then down your collar bone. The curved point leaving a thin, red cut beneath the bone. You gasp, back arching into the sting. He withdraws.
“If you keep fucking squirming, I’m going to hurt you for real.” It’s as much a warning as it is a threat, and the dark rasp of his voice sends a chill down your spine.
When you go still again, he continues. The knife crosses your chest, taking it’s time tracing each and every one of your ribs. He draws a bead of blood there, before lifting the blade again. You moan, squeezing your thighs together to keep from moving your hips. The anticipation almost too much for you. But the movement catches his eye. He sheaths the knife, and then he’s prying your thighs apart so hard you feel the ache in your hips. You try to shimmy away, but his hands hold your thighs fast against him.
“Fucking, hold still,” he grunts, squeezing his hands around the squish of your thighs hard enough that you make a noise. "What part of stop squirming do you not get?"
Your hand comes up to his hips, trying to hold them at a distance, but it doesn’t help. He pulls you closer to him and you feel his cock hard and leaking over your boxers. Fuck, you almost come undone all over again. Feeling him pressed against you like this... his cock easily reaching your belly button, reminding you how deep inside you he could be.
“Leon, please,” you whimper.
“Please what?” He asks. You feel the cold blade against the tender, exposed part of your thigh.
“Please fuck me.”
He grunts, a noise that commits to nothing. He pulls the fabric of your boxers off your body and slips the knife beneath it. He cuts the thin fabric off of you in a show of strength and skill that intimidates you.
He leans over you slowly, his hips pressed flush against yours, his cock pressed against where you want it most. A gloved hand comes up to your face then, holding your jaw hard as he turns your face away from his. The knife's beautiful surface approaches your cheek. Your breath picks up, fear coursing through you. He says nothing, and it makes it all the more terrifying. Your instincts freeze every muscle in your body.
“You asked for this,” he reminds you, tracing the curve of your cheek. You bite your lip.
He sheaths the knife, and you realize then that he's still entirely dressed, his pants only pulled down enough to fuck you. He shifts his hips, lining up with your needy hole. You’re already moaning for him.
“Begging me to use you like this, begging me to hurt you like this.” He pushes into you, your cunt struggling to adjust to his size. He only makes it a couple inches. He pulls out of you, then thrusts again, moaning as he does. This time when he pushes into you, he completely fills you. You both release an almost victorious sigh.
“Always fucking struggling. Can never just make it easy,�� he growls, that angry look in his eye. His jaw flexes. Your cunt tenses around him.
He thrusts into you again, and again, so hard it feels like he could fuck you in half. He dips his face into your neck, moaning.
"You want me to force you onto my cock." His voice tightened with effort, but never lost that black-honey edge. "Can't say no to you. Do this because I love you."
You reach up and cling to his shoulders, nails digging into the fabric. His words shouldn't thrill you, but they did. Your eyes flutter closed. Your body shook beneath him.
“So fucked up,” Leon’s hips start to pick up their pace. You wrap your legs around him, encouraging him, pulling him deeper into you. You find yourself moaning his own words back at him; so fucked up, so fucked up.
Fuck, he felt so good. The two of you dissolved into senseless babbling, saying whatever it took to push each other closer to the edge. A meaningless cloud of fuck and just like that and you begged for this until neither of you could form words at all. Your pace became erratic, moaning into each other’s necks, limbs tightening around each other as you both approached your highs.
“Fuck, fuck, m’so-” you barely manage, panting and moaning through your words. Your thighs tighten around him and he groans in response.
And then you’re coming undone together. His hips driving his cock as deep as they can with the primal need to fuck his cum deeper inside you. You take it, greedily, breathlessly as your own climax rocks through your body like an earthquake.
He rests his forehead against your chest while he pulls out of you, then collapses onto the hardwood floor of the hallway beside you. He turns you onto your side and buries his head against your back, forearms tight against your chest while he hugs you close to him.
“I didn’t think,” you take a deep breath, trying not to pant through your sentence, “that when I asked you to use me after your work trips, that it’d be like that.”
“Bad?” He asks, his voice uncharacteristically small.
“No, no,” you rush to recover the situation. You lace your fingers with his, “Of course not.”
He says nothing. You turn to look at him, and there’s that distant, angry look on his face.
“Are you okay...?”
“I wish I could tell you about it,” he says. You hum as acknowledgement, wishing you could say anything, but feeling like nothing was the right thing to say. Instead you just let him hold you for awhile.
“Time to shower?” you offer eventually.
You feel his muscles flex beneath you. Tension suddenly crackles in the air. His hand is on your hip. He uses his body weight to push you over, his full frame pinning you in place, still-hard cock slipping between your thighs.
“No. I’m not fucking done with you yet.”
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