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djservo · 1 year

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it’s january 31st if you can believe it… scary! kicking off the 2023 reading wrap up, how did your first month of reading go? what did you read, how do you feel about it, and what’s on your horizon for february? 😋🤭

I totally can believe it because january is always such a non-month to me like I feel that 2023 has only Now just started ykwim... no disrespect to january though ofc 🙏 in fact, it was a very fruitful month of reads! I'm really loving theory/criticism-leaning nonfiction that requires more of my time & discipline to mull over - it feels rewarding when I finally fully process something and am able to cross-reference essays/ideas with films I'm watching or just in general conversations with friends but ANYWHO!

Nobody Knows My Name by James Baldwin

my 2nd Baldwin essay collection but I think I loved it even more than Notes of a Native Son (though maybe it’s just because it’s fresh in my mind) - I’m glad I’m reading his collections chronologically because I feel like I can discern the ways he polishes/sharpens his thought process over time. it’s impossible to pick a favorite essay bc I took notes on practically every single one, but a few standouts: Fifth Avenue, Uptown; A Fly in the Buttermilk; In Search of a Majority; The Northern Protestant; The Black Boy Looks at the White Boy (“it was the dream of love which was ending. I was beginning to realize, most unwillingly, all the things love could not do. It could not make me over, for example. It could not undo the journey which had made of me such a strange man and brought me to such a strange place.”)

The Dylan Dog Case Files by Tiziano Sclavi

FINALLY finished her omg so fun and funny and witty and the illustrations are gorgeous, I’m heartbroken that this is the only (printed) collection in English!! Supposedly James Wan is adapting it into a live-action series but that was announced in 2019 and I haven’t seen anything abt it since </3 will be crossing fingers and toes until further notice

Little Boy: The Arts of Japan’s Exploding Subculture by Takashi Murakami

Really amazing + thorough analysis of the aftermath of war and its effects on Japanese art. Loved the dissections of consumerism/commercialization and the western-induced infantilization of tragedy/societal collapse, the framing of Japan’s postwar purgatory as ‘little boy syndrome’, the double-edged sword of grieving and processing through "cute”/”innocent” images only for it be turned into a spectacle gutted of its roots. death to the western empire truly!!! this was like a perfect intersection of my studies in college so I’m surprised I’ve only now just come across this - brb emailing some old professors 👩‍💻 Favorite essays were Beyond the Pleasure Room to a Chaotic Street by Midori Matsui, Introducing Little Boy by Alexandra Munroe, and the Otaku Talk discussion between Toshio Okada and Kaichirō Morikawa (moderated by Murakami)

Against Interpretation and Other Essays by Susan Sontag

I’ve had this collecting dust on my shelf for Years bc the camp met gala made me avoid it out of spite LOL but finally I got over my bitter haggish ways and read it and thank god bc it ruled 🫀 I love a book that acts as a syllabus in a way, leading me down rabbit holes of theorists or media I might not have otherwise gotten to anytime soon. I also just loved how articulate and decisive she is with her opinions/analysis and how effortlessly her contextualizations come across - I feel like when I try to connect themes and ideas from different sources I just come across like Charlie’s Pepe Silvia moment in IASIP 😵‍💫 The On Camp essay was in fact very good (-_-) but I also really enjoyed The Artist as Exemplary Sufferer, Spiritual Style in the Films of Robert Bresson, The Imagination of Disaster, and Happenings: An Art of Radical Juxtaposition

currently reading Junky by William S. Burroughs, God’s Beauty Parlor by Stephen D. Moore, and I’ve just picked up/started June Jordan’s collected poetry from the library which is 600+ pages so I don’t know that I can anticipate for much more this month but we’ll see 🧘‍♀️

#sry this took a min I needed to collect my thoughts 🧠#asks #cheesehair #reads

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loxolikesbread · 3 days

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okay, y'all, I just saw the silliest coyote run across the street when I looked out my window lol

Bro had that walk that dogs do when they're like happy and in between running and walking, ykwim?

Anyway, it was super cute, but I needed to remind myself that that's a wild-ass animal and that this should be normal to me by now because I've lived in the mountains for the past 4 years 😭

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meltwonu · 3 years

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55. “Tell me again.”

95. “Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

notes; racer/street-racing!au, dom!vernon, a little bit of brat!reader, enemies!au kinda, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, overstimulation, fucking outdoors, spanking, squirting! 🥴 I want this KJHFGKJHDFKJH YKWIM UGH 😩😩 PUH-LEASE IM SO STRESSED HAHAHHA also my laptop froze when I was 2 paragraphs from finishing this so thank god for auto save or else ☠️ lmao kfgkhd As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

*queued post.

‘Meet me at the top of the hill, on the east side of town. 3AM. I want a redo of our last race since you cheated.’

You’d rolled your eyes at Vernon’s immature message before grabbing your car keys off of the hook by the door on your way out - not even bothering to change out of your shirt and lounge shorts as you hopped into your car and sped your way to the familiar meeting place.

In your opinion, Vernon was always somewhat of a sore loser when it came to you.

He never seemed to care when he lost to anyone else, but when it came to you, he’d always find some way to convince himself that you cheated - loud huffs and angry stares when you’d deny it every time.

Not that you minded.

Because Vernon was also incredibly predictable.

He’d call you out, convince you to have a redo of a race, and he’d finish off the night by fucking you on the hood of his car - hard and fast under the moonlight, just like the two of you liked it.

And the outcome was the same regardless of who won the rematch.

The only difference was how much harder he fucked you.

“Well? I don’t know what you want me to say, really.”

Vernon rolls his eyes, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his sweats as the two of you stare at the ‘Road Closed’ sign preventing the two of you up the mountain.

“Say that you cheated and we can go home? It’s easy, doll.”

“Is it, though? Whether I say I did or not, you still wanna fuck my pretty ‘lil pussy, don’t you, Vernon? You won’t really let me go home that easily, will you? Such a shame if you did... Maybe you really are getting soft.”

You scoff under your breath when you see his jaw clench - Bingo.

“Listen here, you ‘lil cockslut, you--you better watch your tongue with me.”

“Aww, stuttering? Cute.” You give Vernon a once over; licking and biting your lip at his casual attire, yet dominating aura as he stands across from you.

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did, we’re having sex. Right now. I don’t care about the rematch but I care about that attitude of yours, brat.” He growls, pushing off the side of his car as he presses you into your own - the cold metal pressed into your back as you shiver.

“You can just be honest, y’know? We both know how desperate you are for my pussy~ You probably think about it when your fist is wrapped around your cock and you’re wishing you were fucking me instead of your hand~ So hot and wet when you’re inside me~” You grin up at his annoyed face for a split second before he’s harshly turning you around and forcing your upper half down onto the glass window of the driver’s side of your car.

“Shouldn’t have said that, doll.”

There’s only a mild sense of panic when you hear rustling in the bushes near-by.

“O-oh, fuck, ngh, w-wait, I--a-ah!”

But the way Vernon’s cock slams into you and makes your toes curl in your shoes makes you forget anything and everything about the wilderness surrounding you.

“Mm, don’t tell me you’re scared of the outdoors now, doll? You should be used to taking my cock out here like a needy ‘lil slut.”

He raises a hand and brings it back down onto your skin; the stinging sensation on your ass slowly morphing into pleasure as you moan out into the cold air.

“Mmnh… Fuck, your cock feels so fuckin’ big i-inside me… Ah, I--I feel so f-full... Puh--please fuck me harder…! S-spank me h-harder!”

A smirk etches itself onto Vernon’s features; eyes glimmering with excitement as he doubles his pace and brings his hand down onto the skin of your ass in tandem with his thrusts.

“Is it just me or are you begging me more tonight, doll? Hmm? Are you feeling guilty, after all?” Vernon laughs loudly as you whine back in return; the tension in your body about to snap when he spanks your ass for the 8th time in a row.

“N-no, just, mmh, you f-fuck me so good… I love i-it when, ah, you’re r-rough with me... Feels like ‘m gonna, ngh, c-cum…”

And before Vernon can retort, you let out a clipped whine before your walls are fluttering around his cock as you cum - body trembling against the cold metal of your car when his pace doesn’t let up and he fucks you right through your high.

“What did you just say, cockslut? Tell me again how having my cock inside your tight, slutty ‘lil pussy makes you cum.”

Garbled cries of his name mix in with slurred curses and shaky whines as your entire body buzzes with pleasure and Vernon can only curse softly under his breath when he feels his cock start to throb within your tight heat.

“Gonna make you go home with my cum dripping from your pretty ‘lil hole... Maybe it’ll stain the seats in your car and it’ll be a good reminder of who fucks you this good.”

“V---Vernon, mmnh, I-I’m, ah, fuck, h-hurry and c-cum... ‘m so s--sensitive... I--I can’t...” You whimper; the overstimulation biting when his cock repeatedly taps your g-spot and only makes you want to cum again even thought your first orgasm had just ebbed away.

“Can’t what? Take my cock anymore, hmm? Should I just cum all over your pretty ‘lil ass and get you all messy that way instead?”

“N-no! W-want you to, ngh, c-cum inside me... Fuh--fuck, it feels so h-hot when you do...”

You feel his cock throbbing inside your pussy and it only takes a few more skillful snaps of his hips before he’s grunting and sheathing himself fully inside your pussy as he cums deep inside you.

“O-oh, fuck! Vernon!”

Your teary eyes clamp shut as you feel yourself cum again; this time much wetter than before as you squirt all over Vernon’s sweats as he scoffs.

“Fuck, dirty ‘lil slut.”

He continues to fuck you as he rides out his orgasm and lets you ride out your second one - only letting up when your choked sobs mix in with your pleas for him to let up.

“I, hiç, c--can’t cum, hic, a-again...”

Vernon spanks your ass once more as you yelp and he slowly pulls out of you; his cum dribbling out of your spent pussy as you moan at the emptiness you suddenly feel.

“Mm, you made such a mess, doll~ Squirting all over me and yourself... Got it all over your short too, like the dirty girl you are~”

“Ngh... s-shut up...” You rest against the cold metal - eyelids feeling heavy as you catch you breath with him still standing behind you and watching as his cum trickles down your inner thighs.

“Hah, well, I still expect that re-match when the road’s open, doll. So don’t get too comfortable.”

#vernon smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon scenarios #vernon imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #vernon fic #vernon #svt fic

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softinkshadows · 3 years

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battlefield encounters (gojo, nanami, geto, sukuna) (part 2)

Some short vignettes of jjk men x female reader imagined scenarios, where reader meets them for the first time in the middle of a fight (all taking place within the same world and timeline of the manga/anime, although as parallel storylines).

Nanami Kento

The first time you see him, you barely take notice. It’s common for the hospital to have all kinds of visitors anyway, and a man in a business suit doesn’t make for a surprising figure. The slow but steady stream of people dissolve amongst the beep of heart monitors, and hushed, anguished conversation. Ever since the fire that befell the district’s community centre a few weeks ago, you had your hands full with rehabilitating survivors of the deadly crisis as a member of the hospital’s occupational therapy unit.

You hear the metallic clank of the drink in the vending machine and stoop to retrieve it. The juice is cold against your hand, like a burn. You shake the thought away. Before you know it, you guzzle it all down in a few heavy gulps, chasing the weight of the day away with persistent sweetness. Outside, the world is orange too, and the city windows are bright and gleaming as if caught in flames. The sunset spills into the hospital corridor, stretching its way across to the walls. You suddenly feel the need for fresh air.

By the time you realize where you are, you already feel the familiar handle of the roof access door. The evening breeze drifts in, and the tense knots in your limbs begin to loosen. You sigh a little in relief and let the door close behind you as you step onto the roof terrace.

“Stay where you are.”

He stands several feet ahead, back turned to you. His voice is low and authoritative in a way that makes you think of dark smooth stones at the bottom of a riverbed. His tan blazer opens out behind him in the wind, his lithe body poised as if ready to leap. There’s a strange-looking object in his hand, wrapped in cloth.Was he talking to me? Stay where I am? You look around but there’s nothing out of the ordinary, just a rack of laundered hospital gowns in a corner, drying in the breeze.

“Um, excuse me, I...” you begin to speak, puzzled at the situation. The man turns rapidly to look at you, and you catch the flicker of panic across his face. You’ve made a mistake.

Then it happens so fast. You feel the sudden compression of air, as if there’s something rushing straight at you with high speed. Your legs are stubbornly rooted, your fists clench - a swift shadow flashes before your eyes - you’re pulled aside fast, and he’s in front of you, shielding your body with his, one of his arms reaching out around to your side in a protective gesture.

“Keep close to me,” he orders, tone now fierce and urgent. Mind racing, you eyes dart wildly to him, to the empty space in front of him. What am I supposed to be seeing? The sudden pressure returns, this time faster than the last, coming from above, concentrating and pressing towards you, no, no, you can’t escape! A sensation of dread swallows you whole. The air rings with a crash of two heavy things colliding. Then you gasp.

Just moments ago where there was nothing, you now see a grey, razor-sharp edge extended towards you, barely a centimeter away from piercing the flesh on your forehead. “W-what...” you involuntarily rasp, eyes following the serrated claw, only to fix your gaze upon a towering creature. Dozens of eyes like ruptured sores fill its upper body, moving in unison. You realize what must be its hand would have punctured your skull, if not for the man’s blunt blade pushing back firmly against it and radiating with a strong blue flare. In the near distance, another monstrous being looms, sickly green and dripping pus from its wide set of teeth. Your stomach lurches and you dig your fingernails in your arm to steady yourself.

“Don’t worry, I’m here. Though you might want to look away,” the man says softly. He reaches over, one palm covering your eyes gently. You hear the slashing of his blade through the air, making contact, the telltale spurting of blood and crushed bones, followed by horrifyingly excruciating screeches and gurgles. Something in your chest stirs. If this is life, if this is the world you are in, strange as is now, you would be its witness. You lift your fingers, carefully lowering his hand from your eyes, taking in the sight. It is carnage, and he stands in the midst of it, blood dripping from the corners of his weapon, his dark blond hair catching the glow of the waning sunset.

“They were curses,” he explains later. “They must have been born from all the negative energy around the area recently. There shouldn’t be any more returning for a while. Are you hurt?” His voice makes you feel like you're wading into a slow-moving creek under the sun. He faces you now, moving a little closer, leaning in unintrusively to examine your forehead, lifting your arms to check for bruises. His dark eyes are concerned, but you can’t help but feel that he’s far away. You feel the urge to call out to him, but then again, you don’t know his name.

After you thank him and assure him you’re fine, he takes a quick bow, straightens his blazer and turns to leave. It's too soon. You are caught with a strange emotion, a knowing instinct, forcing its way out of your chest and leaving your throat. Awkwardly, you move to grasp his hand, the same one which delicately shielded you earlier, and you burst into an embarrassed mumble.

“U-um, I...”

He pauses, a bit taken aback, but he doesn’t move his hand from yours. “Yes?” he asks.

Around you, the sky deepens into a darker blue, but the horizon still burns with a rich, rosy orange. Its reflection becomes a vibrant streak across his sunglasses, and you cannot see his eyes, but you know he’s looking at you.

“The light... it's still beautiful,” you say. Stay.

You feel him freeze a little. His fingers, warm and calloused, almost tremble in your palm. Behind the veil of his glasses, the eyes you do not see are pained, then knowing, then pensive. He relaxes.

You release his hand, and for a moment you both stay that way, with the evening wind flowing past and the city streets murmuring below and the sunset joining your bodies like a thinning thread.

For the first time in a long while, Nanami smiles.

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Ahhh okay i sort of imagined this as the start of a longer story between nanami and human Reader as an emotional one, where two broken people grieve over a broken world together... especially as nanami is such a stoic person and Reader is someone who allows him to be himself and not bottle it up, and appreciate whatever goodness is left in life ykwim... ahhh i did not expect this to turn out to be such a feely feely vignette, but.... i kinda love it!! Manga readers you feel me...Nanami is so precious.... --- Taglist (っ˘ω˘ς ) : @encrytpta @wilddreamer98

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #nanami kento #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader

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evilsnowswan · 4 years

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Snowy, love that you write supercorp now. Could you maybe do supercorp + punishment? Lacey/Gold style. ykwim 😏

First of all: Nonny, you little shit. <3 Second: Enjoy.

Well, my hand slipped and this turned into Rojascorp with a side of Supercorp and a hint of Superrojascorp, because Lena needs a firm hand, and, unless we’re talking established relationship AU, in which Kara and Lena have discussed it ad nauseam first, or some Red K scenario, I just couldn’t picture Kara being the one to do it. Andrea, on the other hand, ...

Who Doesn’t Love a Bad Girl?

Summary: Set in early season 5, this is a shameless kinky piece that’s loosely based on episode 5x02 (the scene in which Andrea confronts Lena in her research lab), making the claim that—if only Andrea had been a little firmer with Lena, nipping her shenanigans in the bud early—the whole disaster of season 5 could have been prevented in its entirety.

Rating: E

AO3: Read on AO3

Flying over the city at night, on her way home, Kara listens—not for police sirens, fire trucks, or ambulances; she’s tired and just wants to go back to bed. The city can handle itself for the rest of the night, surely—but for the people who are near and dear to her. Listening to their hearts beat, checking in to make sure everyone she loves is safe and sound before she turns in for the night—it’s like reading her favorite book before bed. It calms her and helps her sleep.

So, hovering in mid-air, high above the sleepless lights of National City, she closes her eyes and feels for them, one by one, ticking them off on the list in her mind. As she does, she can feel her body relax and her heart slow down—that is until there’s only one name left on her list: Lena.

Things between them are… complicated. But some hopelessly stubborn part of her refuses to let go of their friendship; refuses to believe there’s no coming back for them from all this. It’s a small part and growing smaller with every day, every new low blow, but it’s there: spitting and clawing, fighting for survival with a fierceness that has Kara listen for Lena, even when her chest is tight and it’s hard to breathe around the lump in her throat.

It takes her maybe half a second to realize something isn’t right. Lena’s heartbeat is loud—much louder than it should be, given her distance to Cordova Street—and it’s erratic, racing, stuttering, stumbling over itself. Her own heart hammering in her chest, Kara speeds off at once, all thought driven clear from her mind at the distress signal. She’ll be damned if she’ll let her get hurt. No matter what.

“You know that’s what happens, little girl. Bad girls get punished.”

Just outside L-Corp, at Lena’s balcony, Kara stops short. Her eyes are seeing… things, her brain scrambling to make sense of it all and failing.

There’s Lena’s office with the lights still on as usual, and there’s Lena, but she’s not sitting at her desk—not technically, anyway—instead someone else is, with Lena… with Lena draped over their lap, head low and hands and feet barely touching the ground.

“You thought, I’d let you get away with it, hmm?” When she recognizes the voice and the face, Kara nearly drops a few feet in the air, only just catching herself in time before she actually does, a funny feeling in her belly. It’s… it’s her new boss, Andrea Rojas, with a wicked smirk on her face as she brushes Lena’s hair away from her neck, her fingers dancing on Lena’s skin and making her shudder. “Did you?”

“No.”

“What’s that?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Better.” Andrea’s hand is on Lena’s… skirt, rubbing lazy circles, and Kara’s face is on fire. “No, little girl. No, I don’t think I can.”

What—?!

Kara doesn’t know what to do—not with her eyes or hands or… in general. She still doesn’t understand, but what she gets is that she probably shouldn’t be out here—and not in there either.

“Color, Lena?”

There’s a beat. Lena inhales sharply and Kara’s neck prickles.

“Gree—”

And with that and without warning, Andrea’s hand lands on the seat of Lena’s skirt, hitting the right side of her bottom with a firm smack.

Lena gasps, jerking forward—a gasp of pain or surprise and probably both that sends a tiny jolt through Kara—but Andrea’s other hand is keeping her in place, taking hold of her hip and pulling her closer against her. Lena’s heart is beating out of her chest, her breathing ragged and loud—oh, so loud—in Kara’s ears, and Kara has to keep herself from coming to the rescue, trembling fists clenched at her sides.

“You shouldn’t underestimate me, Lena,” Andrea says, bringing her hand down again, striking her left bum cheek. “Do you really think that I don’t know when someone’s trying to steal from me?”

A steady, rhythmic stream of spanks follows the question, alternating from side to side, and Lena squeals, reaching back desperately with her hand in vain attempt to protect herself. “Ow! Andrea, I—”

“Caught trying to steal my technology? How embarrassing for you. What will your shareholders think? Or the world?” It only takes Andrea a second to catch that hand and pin it to the small of Lena’s back, and the punishment for her crimes—crimes that hearing about doesn’t surprise Kara nearly as much as she wishes it did— the punishment continues unabated. “You know, I really thought more of you, Lena.”

Lena whines and Kara feels hot shame trickling down her own spine, uncomfortable and sticky, recalling a time when Astra had—just that once—put her over her knees. But this isn’t that, exactly, and yet Lena is experiencing the same embarrassment, the same shame and guilt, Kara is sure of it, her head bent and face flushed.

Well, good, Kara thinks, taking herself by surprise at the thought. Maybe someone should make her see reason.

“Oh, and I ran diagnostics before you... shattered my lenses. I know how valuable they are to you, how many hours you spend in them—” Andrea continues in steady rhythm, covering Lena’s upended bottom with hard slaps as Lena drums the toes of her heels against the floor and rocks back and forth, fighting to keep nearly completely quiet. “Whatever are you doing in there?”

Lena grits her teeth, and Kara can practically feel the storm brewing in her chest. She struggles to maintain her composure, but Kara sees the tears forming in the corners of her eyes and hears the little cries that escape from her lips in time with the next spanks.

“You’re cut off, you won’t get another pair from me,” Andrea states, pausing, and Lena slumps with relief, then struggles to rise off her knees. Andrea presses her left elbow hard against her back, forcing her back down. “Not so fast. Where do you think you’re going?”

“Ugh, fine, whatever. Come on, Andrea!” Lena struggles against the hold, but she must know it’s futile. Kara does. That’s an iron grip and Lena has no way of breaking it. “Please, let me up.”

Andrea snorts. “That’s cute.” Moving her hand down Lena’s backside, she takes hold of the hem of her skirt and begins to draw it steadily upwards. In doing so, Kara catches her first glimpse of the evidence of just how hard Andrea’s hand has come down on the top of Lena’s thighs already, and her mouth runs dry as she averts her gaze.

She shouldn’t, should she?

“We're only, maybe, halfway through, honey,” Andrea says, delivering two more loud slaps that ring in Kara’s ears. As she lifts her gaze again, she catches Andrea’s smirk and for a second her heart stops, certain she has been spotted, discovered floating far too close for far too long, but then Andrea’s attention is on Lena again, and Kara is sure it’s just her own nerves playing tricks on her.

Andrea leans in and whispers something in Lena’s ear that Kara, still gathering her bearings, doesn’t catch, but that has Lena launch an immediate protest, twisting her body to escape the other woman’s grasp whilst shooting her free arm back in an attempt to push her skirt back down. “Andrea! No, don’t! ... Stop! I don’t want—”

Kara can’t help but be amazed at her fierce resistance. Where has it come from?

“Don’t keep screwing with me,” Andrea growls, the sound hitting Kara square in the chest and making her own heart quiver and jump into her throat. Andrea delivers two sharp slaps squarely on the back of Lena’s exposed thighs, drawing two equally sharp squeals from Lena, and pushes her firmly back into position. “De acuerdo, reinita, hora de hablar.”

Her r’s are rothic, her accent thick, glomming onto Kara’s skin and crawling into every pore, making her suit cling to her body even tighter and her breath come out in a hot puff, visible in the cool night air.

“What have you been up to in my VR, Lena?”

As humiliating as it has to be to have to speak with her head down and her bottom up in the air, Lena answers almost immediately. “Nothing.”

Andrea clucks her tongue.

“It’s none of your business, Andrea!”

Despite her protests, Lena’s skirt continues its upward rise until it’s bunched at her waist. She is wearing a pretty pair of dark blue panties, thin and snug, with an inset panel of light blue lace at the back—wide at the waistband, but narrowing into a pretty point at her bottom cheeks.

“Is that so?” Andrea runs her fingertips lightly over the lace, then resumes the spanking, smacking a struggling Lena hard and fast over her panties. Color is coming up quickly on the skin not covered by the flimsy underwear, and Kara can tell by Lena’s cries that she is feeling it. “We’ll see about that, won’t we, little girl?”

With a defiant grunt, Lena kicks her legs up in an effort to shake away the pain.

“Legs down!” Andrea commands. As soon as Lena has obeyed, she delivers two hard blows across Lena’s thighs just under her panties, creating instant streaks of red across her soft white skin.

Shushing Lena, Andrea keeps going until it’s clear that she has given up trying to wriggle off her lap.

“Ahora,” Kara watches, petrified, as Andrea releases Lena’s arm and pauses just long enough to slip her fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down quickly to reveal her bottom in one smooth movement. “Obsidian Platinum. What aren’t you telling me, Lena? No one at L-Corp seems to have seen you in weeks, and it’s not like you to neglect your responsibilities.”

Lena pleads, then wails, hands flying to her face, so she can hide behind them, and Kara feels something akin to pity and sympathy for her former best friend tug at her heartstrings.

“A little bird told me, you’ve been holed up in that hidden lab of yours.” Andrea looks down at her firm, round bottom for a moment, admiring the lush reds and pinks, before she raises her hand once more and covers it in a dozen or so firm smacks, moving her hand so that every inch receives its fair share. “I know you, Lena. What are you up to?”

Lena is crying hard now, sobbing into her hands.

Andrea delivers a series of—unmistakably—painful slaps to the same spots; the tender skin right where bottom meets thigh. It has to be building a bad burn, judging from the way it makes Lena wail and wiggle, unable to endure the proceedings with any semblance of composure any longer and trying to move away from the merciless hand, but Andrea doesn’t let her escape, finishing off with half a dozen more unrelenting slaps.

“Whatever it is, Lena. It stops now, you hear me!”

“Yes… yes!” Lena scrambles wildly, head thrown back with her next cry. She is choking through her sobs and tears, and, repositioning, Andrea pauses to let her catch her breath, letting her palm rest on Lena’s bottom—which has turned a deep red color, reminding Kara of the apple tree in the garden back home in the fall.

“Oooh! … Please—please,” Lena struggles for breath, trying to bring her hands back, but stopping herself halfway there, grasping the chair instead. “Please, I’ve… had enough. Please stop!”

Andrea looks pensive for a moment, hand ghosting over Lena’s skin and making her shiver. “I think,” she says slowly, drawing out her words like deadly bubblegum, ready to pop. “I think, I’ll be the judge of that—and I believe we aren’t there yet.”

Kara swallows hard against her heart stuck in her throat. She can almost taste Lena’s panic—even when she knows that to be impossible—and the humiliation burns hot in her own abdomen, stirring up its own kind of turmoil inside of her.

The next slap catches Lena on the back of her thighs, just above the knees. “Andrea!” Lena struggles once again to rise off Andrea’s lap, but before she can gain an inch, Andrea has resumed with unimpressed vigor.

Lena yelps and wails, arching her back, her words unintelligible nonsense, slurred by tears and snot.

Two more loud blows falling on already well-punished flesh have to be going through Lena like burning bullets. For another minute or two, her flaming red bottom is covered with good, solid spanks, while she kicks and struggles, until she goes completely limp over Andrea’s lap, her face burning nearly as red as her thighs and bottom.

“Will you be a good girl now?”

Andrea stops, waiting for a reaction that doesn’t come, and surveys the scene, visibly satisfied at the sight of Lena’s raised skirt, her panties on the floor, her deep red bottom across the dark material of her pants, and Lena, who remains in place, sobbing in submission over her knee.

Something tugs at Kara then, dark and feral, warring with the protective instinct lodged in her chest and winning out, as she heaves a heavy breath. There’s something very appealing about Lena like this, spent and pliable, clutching Andrea’s pant leg in one hand and the chair support with the other, letting her tears fall freely, and Kara has to resist the temptation to fly in there, scoop her up, and tenderly kiss her burning cheeks.

“Alright, up with you now.”

Her chest goes tight with longing as Andrea strokes Lena’s back gently. She puts her hand on her shoulder, guides her upright, and checks her tear-streaked face, brushing at a streak of black mascara on her cheek with her thumb, before she pulls her into her lap, bringing her close, and lets her finish her cry in her arms, with her head resting against her chest.

“Shhh, Lenita, shh.”

Lena slowly calms down and eventually stops crying, but her body still heaves, and, whispering into her hair, Andrea wraps her arms tighter around her and kisses the crown of her head. “I got you, corazón. I got you.”

#rojascorp #rojascorp fanfic #supercorp fanfic #supercorp #lena luthor #andrea rojas #kara danvers #my fic #fic: who doesn't love a bad girl?#anonymous #replies

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sophygurl · 5 years

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@c-l-ford gave me Veronica Mars, Logan Echolls, Henry Cheng, October Daye, Tybalt, and the Luidaeg for the send me a character thingie - phew! She knows I love doing these things. :)

Veronica:

First impression: Probably something like - what a delightful combination of spunky and dark!

Impression now: One of my all-time favorite characters, and also still a delightful combo of spunky and dark. I love that she’s come to embrace both parts of herself.

Favorite moment: “Wait. Don’t go.” leading to pillar sex.

Idea for a story: Love to see more time between her and Lilly pre-death.

Unpopular opinion: Veronica can be a total grade A jerkass sometimes and is probably the villain in a lot of people’s stories (and not just the more villainous villains).

Favorite relationship: LoVe. Closely followed by her and Keith. Also V and Weevil is a close third.

Favorite headcanon: She probably narrates her own life to herself in her head. Like “now I am walking down the street, this filthy Neptune street, full of crime and corruption... oh look, a puppy!”

Logan:

First impression: Welp, he reminds me of all of the bullies at my own high school. Hate ‘em!

Impression now: Amazing, loving, snarky, protective, emotional, deeply troubled young man. Love him!

Favorite moment: Cheekily reminding Veronica of all of their make-out moments when she got back together with Duncan lol

Idea for a story: IDK, maybe him pining for V during one of his times away in the Navy?

Unpopular opinion: I didn’t hate him with Hannah? It showed what kind of a partner he could be to someone even when that wasn’t Veronica, which was sweet. Like, it showed he wasn’t just a total jerk except to her, ykwim?

Favorite relationship: LoVe.

Favorite headcanon: He absolutely loves watching Veronica tear some asshole a new one. Like, adores it. It’s one of his favorite things in the world.

Henry:

First impression: At first, I thought he was just gonna be one of the Aglionby background characters. Then I wondered what kind of jerk would put a bee in the hand of someone who was deathly allergic and also terrified of bees in a dark hole? Very befuddled by this guy, at first.

Impression now: Sweet cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure.

Favorite moment: When he drives by Blue’s school the day after the party to assure he he really does wanna travel the world with her and then acts out a fight scene so she can save face with her classmates.

Idea for a story: Henry, Blue, Gansey roadtrip plllleeeeeaaase

Unpopular opinion: I still think what he did to Gansey was not a super bright way to win over his friendship - but I guess it worked so lol

Favorite relationship: Henry/Blue

Favorite headcanon: He and Declan bond sometimes over being related to people in the magical artifact world who have caused them to come to harm.

October:

First impression: Oooo, fae PI, fun!

Impression now: My darling head of my darling paranormal found family, who takes in every stray, feeds every teenager, and protects every being in trouble she comes across.

Favorite moment: I’m honestly trying to pick just one but, like, so many are flitting through my mind that it’s tough. Every time she stands up to someone in power. Every time she gives someone she loves a hard truth that they need to hear. Every time she reluctantly steps in to undertake another heroic journey. Every time she opens her heart to one more person. Every time she accidentally gains more power. lol

Idea for a story: I can’t possibly come up with any better than Seanan McGuire already does.

Unpopular opinion: IDK if I have one for this series because I haven’t interacted enough with other fans of it?

Favorite relationship: Toby and Tybalt for romantic, but also Toby and May, and also Toby and the Luidaeg, and Toby and Quentin but ALSO Toby and some freaking peace and quiet every now and again

Favorite headcanon: This chick has absolutely no limits to what she can achieve and she’s gonna keep taking on bigger bads and larger tasks until she finally finds the lost king and queens and re-opens the fae realms with her bare and bloody hands and every step of the way is gonna be monumentally epic.

Tybalt:

First impression: Nice. Sexy bad boy who is inexplicably both angry with and attracted to our hero. Tell me MORE.

Impression now: Soft kitty. Sweet kitty. Still a very sexy kitty.

Favorite moment: Guh, when he starts taking Toby through the shadows early on without warning her and literally takes her breath away while mischievously protecting her? That’s fine stuff.

Idea for a story: See above for same entry

Unpopular opinion: See above for same entry

Favorite relationship: Toby and Tybalt. Also enjoying the patreon stories about his time with his sister.

Favorite headcanon: He’s already accepted the larger role Toby is going to be playing and is preparing himself to be by her side as she does it all.

The Luidaeg:

First impression: Oh scary!

Impression now: My favorite?

Favorite moment: When she sang “Poor Unfortunate Souls” at Toby’s party. I couldn’t stop laughing about that for days!

Idea for a story: See above for same entry

Unpopular opinion: See above for same entry

Favorite relationship: Her and Toby followed closely with her Quentin.

Favorite headcanon: She loves Toby an incredibly lot and hates that she’s going to have to end up exacting a price from her eventually for all of the favors she’s given her. But she also knows it all has to be done.

#veronica mars #the raven cycle #october daye #fandom memes #question memes #ask me stuff

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meltwonu · 3 years

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92. “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

98. “If i have to pull over, you wont be able to walk for the next week.”

notes; racer/street-racing!au, dom!chan, brat!reader, car sex, dirty talk, degradation, name-calling, fingering, daddy!kink! I rly tried to not write a enemies au for chan bc i swear to god… it just makes the brain go brrrr so bad kjdhfks 😩💕 also yes,,,, I did tease this annoyed hates-to-lose type chan in previous chapters cuz I am a wh0re so 😏 LOL idk I just love an angry chan ykwim I want him to do the worst to me djfhdskjhf 🥲😩💕 As always, thank you so much for requesting! Enjoy! 💕

It’s 3AM when Chan decides it’s time to go home; jaw clenched and knuckles white around the steering wheel while he shifts gears.

“Lose the attitude, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes in return - arms crossed against your chest as you sit in the passenger’s seat of Chan’s sports car.

“Me? Attitude? You’re the one who basically peeled out of there the second you lost… C’mon Chan, don’t be such a poor sport.” You retort, “You always fuckin’ do this too. I never get to just hang out with everyone else because you wanna bail the second things don’t go your way. It’s just a race and a few hundred dollars - you need to relax.”

Chan’s grip on the steering wheel tightens as he spares you a glance - eyes trained on the way your skirt rides up the second you shift in your seat.

“If you’re trying to get a rise out of me, it’s working, sweetheart. And if I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week and I think you know that very well, don’t you, brat?”

“Aww, but I was behaving though, daddy~ It’s daddy’s fault I didn’t get to play longer~” Grinning, you watch his jaw clench and his grip tighten as he quickly shifts gears and makes his way towards an exit off the highway.

“Oh, you wanted to play, huh? Okay, daddy will play with you, right now. I want those panties off and that pussy wet by the time I pull into a parking spot.”

The car rocks side to side; your loud moans muffled inside of Chan’s car.

“O-oh, daddy, y-yes! Harder!”

Chan grunts in return; blunt fingernails digging into the skin of your waist as his hips snap into you feverishly. “We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!” He takes a second to rake a hand through his sweaty hair; moaning when you clench around his thick cock.

“Daddy’s c-cock feels suh--sooo good fucking m-my pussy...” Mewling, you drag your hands across your clothed torso before squeezing your own breasts through the material. “I-it just makes, ah, m-me so wet... Mmnh, ‘n I f-feel so full of d-daddy’s cock...”

“Mm, that’s right, you’re just a ‘lil cockslut for daddy, huh? Just a dumb ‘lil bratty slut that’s only good at taking my cock.”

“Y-yes! Fuck, a-ah, that’s why daddy n-needs to fuck m-me more...!”

Chan grins down at you before he drags a hand from your waist to your pussy - the pad of his thumb teasing your swollen clit for a fleeting second before he drags it down farther.

“Yeah? I do, huh? How ‘bout next time you sit next to me while I race and I’ll get you a nice toy for this needy ‘lil cunt of yours.” He stops his movements for a second and you let out a long, drawn out moan when he starts to inch his middle finger in next to his cock.

“I wanna see you play with your pussy while I’m in the middle of a race, sweetheart~ I think it’d be a good luck charm, don’t you?”

All you can do is throw your head back against the headrest and slowly start to move your hips as you try to fuck yourself on his cock and finger.

“Mmnh, w-whatever daddy wants! P-please just, ngh, move!”

Chan scoffs under his breath before he resumes his quick pace; keeping his index finger parallel to his cock to keep your pussy feeling even fuller than before.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, slut? You should be thanking me for fucking you even after you were being such a brat earlier and teasing daddy.”

Your bottom lip quivers when you feel Chan start to ease in his index finger next to his middle finger and it takes everything inside of you to not cum on the spot.

“A-ah, buh--but it’s daddy’s fault we h-had to leave... I just wanted t-to, ngh, talk a little long--longer...”

He smirks down at you before he curls his fingers inside your cunt, “Oh? You wanted to talk? Or did you want to flirt with daddy’s friends and hope that I'd have to punish you anyway? We both know how you like to play while daddy’s in the middle of a race, don’t we? Such a needy ‘lil cockslut getting her panties wet while I’m busy.”

Chan thrusts into you harshly as you whine; toes curling behind his back when the head of his cock slams into your g-spot.

“O-oh, daddy! Right t-there, please! Harder, I wanna c-cum so bad!”

“Yeah? You wanna cream on daddy's cock? Get it nice ‘n wet for me?”

“Y-yes!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Chan starts to double his pace and you throw all caution out of the window of someone finding the two of you fucking in his car. “I--I want daddy to m-make a mess and c-cum in my p-pussy... Wanna, mmh, feel your cum s-spilling out of my used hole...”

Growling, Chan feels his cock throbbing inside your pussy and by the way you start to clamp down onto his cock and fingers in a vice grip - he can tell you’re just as close.

“Cum with me, sweetheart. I wanna feel your desperate pussy cumming while I fuck my cum deeper inside of you.”

It takes a few more perfectly angled thrusts of Chan’s hips before the two of you are riding your highs out together; screams of his name mixing in with a garbled mix of curse words and clipped moans as his pace doesn’t stop.

Globs of cum spill from the gaps between his fingers and cock - staining the leather of his backseats as his groans and throws his head back at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his throbbing cock.

“So fuckin’ good for me, sweetheart. Look at you taking my cock so well~ Like a good ‘lil slut should~”

Drool pools in your mouth and slides down the corner of your lips as you peer up at him through teary eyes; bliss overtaking your entire body as you twitch and shake underneath him.

“D-daddy... fuh--feels so g-good... m-my pussy is so f-full...”

A grin etches itself onto his lips as he admires your fucked out expression.

“Yeah? Think you can take another load of daddy’s cum? ‘Cause I’m not finished with you yet, sweetheart.”

#dino smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #dino scenarios #dino imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #dino #lee chan #chan smut

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