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insanepoll · 1 year

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anakin skywalker propaganda masterpost! i’ll update after each round

reblogs: 1x.

[ID: gray slide with a picture of anakin skywalker on the bottom right corner. abovehim, reads, “#rebecca got HELP #she got MEDICATED #and didn't commit GENOCIDE #anakin wins. love you baby,” and, “#you know in your heart who must win #do what must be done,” and, “okay so i know most of his problems were gaslit into something way worse but do you realize how much could have been different if he talked to someone about his problems? send that man to therapy.” next to him, on the left, reads, “Motherfucker has so many issues, by 19 he’s insane enough to drop everything and ✨ murder ✨ as the solution to his problems, and then is given a role where he can Go Murder Things and be deemed Right for it, until he didn’t know up from down and Kept On Murdering from the Younglings all the way through Endor until his Secondary Obsession, Sonboy, said ‘Hey how about we try something else?’ And he murdered the guy who previously directed most of his murders. It was great.” /End ID.]

#istg im gonna pull a husborth analysis of this man and THEN yall will SEE #my babygirl needs more propaganda and he will have it even if i have to bring it myself #darth vader #anakin skywalker #star wars #propaganda #propaganda masterpost #insane character poll

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myths-tournaments · 6 months

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Awful Characters 3rd place poll

Propaganda under the cut

AZULA

Azula explicitly considers herself a monster. She says needlessly cruel things to her brother and friends. She kills the show's twelve-year-old protagonist and masterminds the idea of burning down the entire Earth Kingdom to force them to submit to Fire Nation rule. I have absolutely seen people get called abuse apologists for thinking she's a cool character. But she's also a (canonically) mentally ill fourteen-year-old who was raised by her father to see her ability to be weaponized as her only value. Her mother, arguably the only adult in her life who could have had a positive impact, had a strained relationship with her because she was more difficult than her brother, and then disappeared when she was nine. Her uncle, who was her brother's main healthy role model, took absolutely no interest in her. She watched her father belittle her brother for years and eventually throw him away when he failed to meet his expectations, so that was a threat she was always facing. She really had no chance. And she also has moments that suggest she wants some sort of meaningful connection with another person. She lets her brother take credit for killing the Avatar so he can come back from exile, even though it means she'll be bumped back in the order of succession and offers him advice that seems genuine. Her spiral into a mental breakdown starts when her friends betray her. She's just a much more interesting and multifaceted than a lot of the fandom gives her credit for.

XUE YANG

he's evil and kills like hundreds, maybe thousands of people, for like not super good reasons (like killing the person who wronged you as a child? understandable in the setting of the story. killing every single person associated with that person? perhaps a bit overkill baby). tricks a character he's obsessed with into murdering a lot of innocent people including that guy's best friend. that all being said, I love him to death like that's my special little babygirl yeah he commits atrocities but have you considered that maybe he just needs someone to love him? or even that he looked cute while committing the atrocities? but nor fr I was kinda surprised when I got to the fandom stuff and realized that there were people who really hated Xue Yang because I just felt sorry for him and wanted to pat his head or something.

#awful characters tournament #tournament poll #awful characters round 6 #awful characters finals #avatar the last airbender #atla #azula #the untamed #mdzs #xue yang

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klanced · 11 months

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im sorry for the non-voltron related question, but im curious !! who are your favorites from genshin impact & honkai star rail???

Genshin faves:

Kazuha was a mainstay on my team for like a solid two years but then Sumeru came out and I became a dendro main 💔 last year’s summer island event had me in my feelings so deeply, you have no idea

I think Alhaitham is one of the funniest characters ever. I love characters who would piss me off if they were real. Probably my best built character even though I use Harbinger of Dawn on him

Kaveh. I’m sorry I’m not immune to babygirl Kaveh propaganda 💔 they’re doing crazy things to this guy’s ****** on Twitter. I don’t actually use Kaveh though because I’m terrible at bloom comp

Honestly I love all of the Sumeru characters so so so much the 3.0-3.2 story was just so damn good. I am obsessed with the Tighnari&Collei&Cyno found family dynamic. I honestly don’t care about Fontaine LMAO I want to stay in Sumeru

Right now my main team is Zhongli (shield) Alhaitham (main DPS) Nahida (sub-Dendro) Raiden Shogun (E bot).

Star Rail faves:

SR is still pretty new so my favorite characters are basically the ones that I like using the most.

Jing Yuan is my best built character. The amount of time I spent on relic farming ohmygod. I also have his signature weapon 😎 one day I would like to e1 him. Story wise I think he’s a really funny character and I also love his English voice actor so much

I think Asta is such a funny character and she has managed to surprise me a couple of times in some of the space station star quest. Also she is just so damn useful as a support character and I need to build her more

I’m obsessed with the Blade & Dan Heng dynamic. I haven’t started the latest story quest yet so no spoilers plsss. I pulled Blade on the first day of his banner but I have 0 resources for him so he hits like a wet napkin rn but that’s okay baby take your time. I’m now saving up to hopefully get Dan Heng IL 🤞🏼🤞🏼

So far I’ve had pretty good luck on my pulls ❤️❤️ I got I think Gepard? i forgor exactly when I tried pulling for Seele but I was able to get JY pretty early on and I won the 50/50 for LC and Blade 💯💯 god I hope I get IL. no I have no idea what team to put him in

Obviously my team changes around a lot depending on the enemy weakness but generally I run Clara/Gepard, Jing Yuan as main DPS, Luocha as healer, Asta as support

Looking at these lists… guys I promise I’m a lesbian

#thank you anon for letting me talk about this. you guys don’t understand how seriously I take these games.#also before you ask I’m a low spender I just get the monthly passes

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nishaapologist · 4 months

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OC Smash or Pass

because @sergeantnarwhalwrites did an open tag and i need to see how many people i gotta block (this is a joke [sort of {like 60% joke}])

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but have a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)

ANDREA "ANDY" JIMÉNEZ

(note: andy goes through a butchification process in which she goes from a cute round babygirl to a lean mean boydyke)

QUICK BIO:

fallout 4 OC, specifically for the Nuka-Worl DLC!!! she's my horrible horrible overboss from eeby deeby megahell :)

uses she/he pronouns though hot women can call him ANY pronouns so long as they promise to be mean about it x

aged between 19--25 as shown above but an older MILF edition in her late 40s is available if you're into it (and you should be)

lesbian who will fool around with guys if they're on his wavelength and/or a twink

PROPER GANDER INNIT

the PROS:

andy is great at making friends it just sort of. happens to him. you leave her somewhere for five minutes and suddenly he's got groupies. you can be a weird little freak and andy won't care you're on the team now bud

actually the WEIRDER you are the more likely andy will like you. he has NO time for normies life is TOO SHORT!!!!!

andy is ride or die for her friends. if you have a dumb idea he's already on board. the less braincells involved the better tbh

if you're a woman/woman-adjacent/just have nice tits andy WILL wait on you hand and foot for a glimpse of the Girls. i'm not saying he's stupid but. she's dumb as hell babes x

the CONS:

andy has antisocial personality disorder and its a whole can of beans. if you're looking for someone who will connect to you emotionally uh Turn Back Now. maybe in another life he'd get some help for that but alas its been 200 years since the world exploded and andy's skillset has found itself well adapted to being a warlord

speaking of which: andy is a warlord. who is conquering settlements, killing people, enslaving people, and just being an all-round ne'er-do-well. i cannot stress enough that your lifestyle will be anything but settled

the murder!!!!!!!!!!!

andy also takes way too many drugs if you even care by this point after everything else

(tagging @kambiteydragon and @texanredrose aaaaaaand @sirazaroff. bc why not. also open tag again to pass on the goodwill. thanks @vacantgodling for starting the meme)

#oc smash or pass #fallout #fallout 4 #the work of wolves #andrea jimenez

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bbygirl-aemond · 1 year

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You may already be aware, but I actually found ppl going back and forth on Reddit about a post you'd made on here (re Viserys being a shite parent). It's under r/HouseOfTheDragon in case you ever wanted to check it out. I just recognized your name, as I follow you and it was shared as a screenshot from here.

lmao i will never get over how wild reposting on the internet actually is. that fucker has over a thousand comments and i had no idea until you told me just now! literally made a reddit account to try to add my voice to the din just to encourage people to discuss on the original platform so i can see but tbh people on reddit are a lot meaner than tumblr so i won't be mad if it doesn't get too many upvotes.

reddit's responses to this post is such an interesting case study in the polarization that's happening everywhere online. i get SO MANY accusations of being wildly biased from supporters of both "teams" all the time and it's funny because like am i too team green or too team black bc i can't be both right? mostly i think it's because people get really defensive when you criticize a character and assume it means you hate them. like bruh we are adults with big girl emotions can't it be a little more complex than that?

when i say i think viserys is a bad parent, i'm not saying it as team green propaganda. i've said before that rhaenyra is the rightful ruler and that i absolutely adore her as a character (let's just say aemond isn't my only babygirl). there's a reason i've written 100k+ words of fanfic designing a political scenario where she'll be able to happily rule without any of her children dying. spoiler alert: it's not because i hate her and think she's a bad ruler. and she's far from the only character on team black i love: daemon, jacaerys, lucerys, and baela all come to mind.

it's also really interesting to me that people see my opinion about viserys and, even though i literally did not mention rhaenyra, assume that i'm somehow shitting on her. it just goes to show how much they stand blindly by one team or another. that to criticize one member of their "team" feels to them like you're criticizing every member. like baby, i'm not the one making it about teams: you are! honestly, i understand why the team mentality was a good marketing move, but it really has been the death of critical thinking in this fandom. there are aspects of both that we're meant to root for, just as there are aspects of both we're meant to hate. none of these people are objectively morally good, and that's what makes it interesting, so why are we trying to pretend otherwise?

so while yes, i don't like viserys, why would i extend that dislike to rhaenyra? it's not like she forced him at gunpoint to do the things i'm criticizing him for lol. in fact, i think viserys did her just as dirty most of the time. i have another post in the works about this, but he neglected her for her entire childhood, groomed her best friend and dealt with telling her in the worst possible way, and made her heir in a bid for her affection yet did none of the actual work to honor her as a ruler. he could have made her his hand but instead he made her pour his wine?

now, again, just because we dislike part of something does not mean it's all bad. do i think viserys is generally quite a bad parent and person? absolutely. did i also cry ugly tears in the scene where he forces himself up from his literal deathbed to defend his daughter? yes. these two things can coexist.

also, because reddit is reddit, there are a bunch of comments that just miss my point about alicent and aemma entirely. i've already responded to those in a post here so i won't beat a dead horse too much. but to paraphrase: viserys married alicent because he liked her specifically not for duty or he would've married someone who wouldn't horrify the entire small council; and aemma didn't need to be alive and conscious for the pain she was put through at the end of her life. the things he did to his wives weren't necessary and i don't think we should be pretending they were.

lastly, it's really funny to me how many people incorrectly assumed i was a man in the comments. i'm genuinely the girliest girl to ever girl in real life (makeup jewelry and tits to the gods, sorority girly, the whole nine yards, i love it) and it gave me such whiplash. there's a joke to be made here about trying to weaponize male privilege somewhere.

#hotd #house of the dragon #viserys targaryen #viserys i targaryen #viserys #viserys i #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra #alicent hightower #alicent #aemma arryn #aemma #show #books #team green #team black #hotd meta #meta

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moonlit-orchid · 7 months

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I just watched the Barbie movie. Here are my thoughts

-Allen. Allen is babygirl and deserves the world and we need more Allen

-Weird Barbie is a queen and we also need more of her

-I don't get what people are getting so angry over; this isn't 'propaganda' or whatever political statements people are making this into, at least to me. To me it seems pretty clear that this is an allegory of growing up, especially as a girl, which is obviously more focused on because this is written with girls as the target audience.

-Like the symbolism? Idk it might just be me but

-The way the Barbies and Kens were in the start especially resembles the behaviour of CHILDREN, particularily ages 12-14. The Barbies appear more adult because girls at that age tend to act a little more like adults, while the Kens are slightly unhinged and chaotic and unserious because 12 year old boys are like that (my brother is near 13 and the kens are actually TONED DOWN compared to him, wheras me and my friends at 12 were definietly more mature).

-The Barbies being all powerful and positive? They reminded me of the attitudes present in girly cartoons that I watched when younger, that emphasised on Girl Power and would make me feel powerful. The Barbies are empowered, career focused, and believe women have power because that's what the world around them reflects, just like the attitudes in the girly Girl Power cartoons most girls saw

-When Barbie and Ken leave Barbieland, that symbolises growing up and entering the adult world. Just like how Barbie felt self-concious and all the men were catcalling, most girls when they grow up feel more self-concious and more aware of danger from men. Boys don't typically have that experience, just like how Ken didn't share that feeling with Barbie. The rest of the movie, with how they talk about gender inequality in the real world, that's how life seems to girls. They actually I think got it pretty accurate.

-Barbie being shocked at the patriarchy is like how girls get hit by the real world, finding it to be not like they expected at all.

-Ken's reaction to the 'patriarchy' is NOT meant to be 'Men=EVIL'. To me it represents how young boys stumble upon patriarchial views and aren't able to fully comprehend them, and yet absorb them because to them it seems 'cool'. Ken didn't have the mental maturity to comprehend what the patriarchy stood for. He just enjoyed the feeling of respect and admiration. That part of Ken's arc, I think, was symbolising how impressionable young boys are especially when they see something that seems so cool to them, without considering the consequences.

-Ken and Barbie's breakup was literally to suggest that your identity isn't someone else, it's your own, and that you should try work out who you are. If someone says it was to say 'I DONT NEED NO MAN' (as a critsism) I will fight them because it was literally SAID that Barbie just didn't return those feelings, and she wanted Ken to be a whole and secure person, and that Ken needed to find himself because his identity wasn't dependant on what he was to Barbie. That whole scene's meaning was that we shouldn't make our entire identity revolve around someone else.

-In any case, the main theme of this to me was growing up in an unfair world and abandoning childhood ideals to face the world.

-And also i've heard critisisms that the men are all ridiculous in this movie. Um, hello? The entire MOVIE was ridiculous. EVERYONE was unhinged. That's just Barbie movies, literally no one is sane (not even Barbie). Of course the girls had more serious competent moments; they were the MAIN CHARACTERS. The guys were SIDE CHARACTERS. Side characters can be goofy! It makes the movie fun! And it's BARBIE! The animated movies can be even LESS serious! In fact, I think keeping the side cast goofy and unhinged was a great idea because it broke down the seriousness of the movie very nicely, and made it all the more fun, like a movie about Barbie should be! It doesn't MEAN anything about men! (although a good part of me is convinced they weren't too wrong /j)

-Allen is babygirl.

#angel writes #angel rambles #imma stress it again: THESE ARE MY THOUGHTS. MY OPINIONS #you can absolutely have formed your own conclusions for this movie and heck maybe i did miss the message entirely #but this is what it meant for me regardless #this is a movie guys it's meant for ENTERTAINMENT and i was ENTERTAINED #the only reason I approached it with an analasys mindset is because of the strong opinions people had on it #and i think most of the anti-barbie people either got the movie totally wrong- or they just hated horses XD #but like i said this was MY opinion. you can disagree if you want #barbie #barbie movie #barbie 2023

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sugaslick · 4 years

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rules | m

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre/warnings: prep school!AU, smut, degradation, mirror sex, knife warning, mentions of smoking, basically tae’s kind of a dick so bare with me

words: 2,982

summary: You return to your dorm to find Taehyung, your brother school’s wealthiest bastard. Unfortunately for him, you don’t like following the doctrine he preaches.

a/n: Hey everyone! I just graduated from class of 2020: quarantine edition so I’m starting to write again bc I have so much time...If you have any prompts for drabbles or scenarios send them my way bc I need ideas and I love doing personal calls ;) hope you enjoy I’ve been writing this in between ft calls with my bf lmao sorry babe if he only knew...also if u like this pls lmk so I can ruin y’alls rosy filter fr lmao

Tick, tick, tick.

The sound of the analog clock leads a symphony of your classmates’ pencils scribbling across their unfinished test papers, your hands folded neatly across your pristine work. You always finish tests early because you’re the straight A student, the teacher’s pet, the good girl - you strive for perfection and nothing less. You look to your left, peering at your classmate who’s perspiring so heavily that his shirt is beginning to stain. Poor soul, you ponder, poking your tongue between your lips and tasting success and strawberry lip balm.

You know what those stockings do to me, babygirl.

The taste makes you think of him. You know he likes it. He moans into your mouth when you wear it, licking at your bottom lip like it’s the tip of an ice cream cone.

You smell divine, my pet. I wish I could bottle you up and spray your scent on my pillow. It drives me insane.

You bring your wrist to your nose, breathing in deeply. Hints of citrus, geranium and blood orange coating your nostrils. You hold back a smile, folding your hands on your desk once more. You can almost feel his rough hands grazing the back of your thighs, fingers moving up your pleated skirt until they’re firmly gripping your ass. He’s rough, he’s vain, and he’s a bastard, but you like that. You need that. You need him. You can feel the wet seeping into your lacy white panties, crossing your legs uncomfortably to prevent it from moving further down your thighs.

Come on kitten, let me taste you. I’m hungry. I’m famished. I haven’t eaten for days. Come here.

Taehyung. Saying his name aloud is a sin against God. He’s the devil that meets naughty schoolgirls and ruins them at crossroads. You know the Ten Commandments by heart, and he has broken every single one of them. If the sisters knew what you two have done in closets, in the library, in your shared dorm room, they would expel you without thought. But you have, and you will continue doing so. He burns through your veins and evaporates your blood. His Commandments are Harder, Faster, and More. He exorcises you, he brings out the worst in you, he lives inside you.

Don’t keep me waiting, little girl. You know I don’t possess virtue or patience.

He is the deadly sin. Lust for your lips, your neck, your breasts, and your heat. He is a Glutton for your body; grabbing, kneading, pulling, scratching, and begging like a predator toying with its meal. He is Envious when others look at you, his glare daggers as his hand reaches down to your ass to claim what’s rightfully his. But it’s not, not really. He isn’t your boyfriend, and you aren’t his girlfriend. But you belong to him, without hesitation.

Do you see the way he’s looking at you? I’ll kill him. I will. I’ll make sure he never walks these halls again.

He scares you. He plays on your fears, your weaknesses, and turns them into desire. Sex is an amalgamation of your dreams and your nightmares, and he is the slumber that delivers both.

Riiiiiiing.

You stand almost instantly, swiping your test off of your desk and gracefully placing it on Mr. Jamison’s. You can’t think. You can barely breath. You just need to make it to your dorm and everything will be okay. You need release. You need Taehyung to rip off your panties and fuck you in your uniform.

Do I sense some eagerness, Y/N? Do you really want me that badly? Oh, this will be fun.

Fuck off. Even when he’s not around he teases you, playing mind games while simultaneously inducing a tingling sensation between your legs. You turn corners, bumping into classmates and teachers without sparing a glance behind you. You can feel a dampness at the nape of your neck, his favourite place to kiss you. He’s both the king and the joker, dominating you but taking his sweet time to do so. You trip up the stairs, breathing heavily as you enter the girl’s dormitory wing. The bulletin for the Spring Formal plasters the walls, pink and yellow leaflets papering the white brick with their propaganda. You pass cliques of girls socializing in the halls, twirling their hair, checking their phones, reapplying sticky clear gloss to their puckered lips.

Open your mouth. That’s it. Just like that. You know what to do.

You crash through the door of room 308, turning on your heel to slam the door shut behind you.

You exhale. Relief.

“Hello, love.” His voice. Just like that, you disintegrate. You feel your pulse quicken, you feel your legs quiver, you feel the wet drip lower, and lower, and lower. He’s here. “I missed you.”

Taehyung. Forest Ridge Private School’s most eligible bachelor. Captain of the lacrosse team, the moot trial club, and volunteers at the local orphanage on weekends. But you know better. He’s a liar, a cheat, and a bastard. His father owns several yachts, his mother a platinum member at a 5-star country club. He’s a brat, getting everything he wants without ever lifting a finger. What everyone fails to notice are the little things. He drives his slate grey Challenger a bit too fast. He says he’s quitting smoking, but shows up smelling like cigarettes every time you see him. He carries a switchblade that he swears is only for show, but flicks it open with an innate gesture that only develops from constant use. His left incisor is sharp, sharper than normal, as if he used his knife to grind it into a point. The only thing preppy about him is the uniform beret he always wears, tipped ever so slightly to rest askew atop his unruly black hair - like he is right now standing behind you. You turn, slowly, cautiously, as if preventing a gruesome attack from a lion just waiting to pounce.

“You’ve made me wait an awful long time for you. You know I don’t like tardiness.”

“Oh shut up, Tae. I was taking a test. It’s not like I could just walk out.” You finally meet his gaze. He’s angry, one hand holding his switchblade while the other gently caresses its blunt edge. You know he won’t use it, he just likes to scare you. To make you sweat. It’s his version of foreplay. Fear is like precum to him. “Besides, I like making you wait. It’s thrilling.” You utter, allowing the ghost of a smile to bloom on your lips. He takes a step towards you, then two more, until he’s close enough to smell your perfume. Close enough to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. Close enough to whisper sweet nothings into your ear. But he doesn’t, does he?

“Thrilling?” He sneers, running his tongue over the sharper of the two incisors as his free hand moves slowly up your body. His movements are always precise and deliberate, as if he thinks before he acts. He’s calculated. He’s sure of himself. And he’s sure he can make a mess out of you. “I believe the word you’re looking for is dangerous. You shouldn’t fuck with me, kitten. I don’t play nice. I thought you knew that?”

“And what if I did,” you retort, bracing for impact, “what then?” Your waist, your breast, your collarbone; all of them greeted momentarily by his touch until he arrives at his destination. His fingers wrap around your throat, his thumb applying just the right amount of pressure to your jugular. God, you want him. You want him so bad as his hand shifts to tip your chin up, his thumb slipping into your mouth urging you to bite down. You look up at him, a quick breath escaping his nose as if he were laughing at you.

“Well, I have rules. Rules that were made to be followed. Rule #1, no tardiness, which you have already broken. Strike.” You feel the blunt edge of his blade caress your inner thigh. “Rule #2, no panties. Let’s see, shall we?” He lifts your skirt with the blade before you can slap his hand away, his head tipping back before rolling forward in exasperation. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. They’re very cute, I’ll give you that, but this is unacceptable.” He grabs the waistline of the lacy white fabric, ignoring your protests as he slices down the middle of your panties. You swear he sharpens it daily, because it cuts through your underwear as if they were a piece of flimsy parchment. They fall to the floor, your inhibitions falling with them. “Now that’s better, don’t you think?” He taunts, letting your skirt fall back in place.

“You’re such an asshole,” you mumble, audibly hearing your voice waiver. He is carnivorous. He caught your scent. He knows you’re afraid. He pounces. He reaches behind your head to place his knife on your dresser, drawing his hand back slowly before resting it on your waist. Leaning forward, he draws a line of saliva up your jawbone, stopping to nip at your earlobe.

“You love it, slut. Now, what’s Rule #3? You should know it by now. I’ve only repeated it a hundred times.” He chimes, moving his hand up your torso to cup your left breast, massaging it gently with interjected pinches of your nipple. He loves to tease. Making you squirm is his guilty pleasure. You feel your throat tighten, the urge to release a moan unbearable. You can’t help but rub your thighs together, resulting in the friction you need to stay sane. He notices your movements, moving away from your ear to reveal his snide grin from ear to ear. Before you can even comprehend his movements, Taehyung sticks his middle finger into your heat, curling it as if he were beckoning someone forward. “This is what you wanted, yes? My fingers in your cunt?” You nod. You hate yourself for it. You were eager for this, for him. He pulls his finger out abruptly, lifting it to his mouth to taste you. His eyes close, savouring your wetness in his dirty mouth. When his eyes open he’s different. He’s ravenous. His jaw clenches, his tongue poking out between his lips to devour what’s left of you. “Do not make me say it again, Y/N. What’s Rule #3?”

“Beg for it.” You mutter softly, refusing to meet his eyes. You weren’t shy, not even in the slightest, but you know him. You know this boy stood in front of you. He loves control, and you’re more than willing to give it to him.

“Sorry? I missed that.” He lilts, putting his index finger to his ear to indicate his excessive behaviour.

You take a deep breath before exhaling slowly, moving towards him as you keep your promise to him about not breaking any more rules. “Taehyung, I want you to fuck me so hard the entire hall can hear us. I want them to know that Kim Taehyung is in here fucking my brains out. The athlete, the bad boy, the prep, and the sadist. Oh boy, oh boy. Now get over here, you prick.”

“Y/N, this is why you’re my favourite. You beg with such vigor, such enthusiasm. This is why you get special treatment.”

“Oh grow u-.” You can’t even finish speaking before his hands and mouth attack you from all angles. He kisses you, but you wouldn’t even classify what his mouth was doing as a kiss. His tongue darted in and out of your mouth like a snake, his right hand constricting your wrists above your head as if you were his prisoner. His other hand does not waste any time finding the space between your legs, two fingers pumping into you with composed movements. You could feel yourself unraveling at his touch. Your legs quiver, your lips are raw, your eyes shut so tight in fear of what might be standing before you. Then nothing. His lips and hands are gone from your body. Your eyes remain closed but you can feel his presence, his energy. It cuts through the room like a dagger, the ghost of his switchblade on your thigh. Your eyes flicker open, and he is no longer standing in front of you. Confusion floods your expression as you turn your head in both directions, wondering if what you felt was just another realistic dream. His knife. You turn around, and there it is still resting on your dresser.

“Did you forget Rule #4 already?” You freeze. You cannot move. It’s over. He’s got you. “It’s not over until I say it’s over.”

His hand grips a handful of your hair and pushes you towards the bed, your thighs hitting its edge causing you to double over. He spreads your thighs with his knee, still clad in his dry cleaned slacks. You hear the sound of his belt coming undone, his pants falling to the floor in one swift movement. A high-pitched moan escapes your depths as Taehyung teases your entrance with his cock, moving up and down your soaking wet folds with absolutely no haste. He enjoys this. Thrives off of it.

“I won’t fuck you without your full consent. I’m a gentleman, you know. I have a reputation to uphold.” You can’t take this anymore. You can’t take his attitude. You flip over so you’re on your back, staring up at his shocked expression. You position his cock at your entrance, crossing your heels behind your back before pulling him into you. “J-jesus.” He didn’t even have the mental capacity to retort, but his body didn’t waiver in the slightest. Sex is the only language he can speak fluently. He picks you up by your ass and moves you further up the bed, rolling his body into you like an angry wave. “I appreciate your eagerness, kitten. But don’t you ever do that again, do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, dad.” This is how you two work. He chirps, you chirp back. He comments, you respond.

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have said that.” He picks up speed, his cock drilling into you, the sounds of skin on skin filling the room with vulgarity. “Your pussy is mine, you hear me? I own you. You worship me. I am your god.”

And you believe him. Your eyes roll back in your head. You feel the build up. Your toes curl and your fingers clutch the sheets. You are so close to release you can feel it in your gut...and then nothing. He is infuriating. Your body is covered in flames and then extinguished in the blink of an eye.

“Tae,” you groan, his amusement quite clear on his tender red lips, “not fair.”

“You know what isn’t fair? The way you look right now. I wish you could see yourself. Your pussy is so fucking wet you’re practically pouring out onto the bed. Your hair is a mess, my teeth marks are beginning to take colour, and your eyes…” He trails off, almost as if in a trance. His disappearance led to the abandonment of his shirt and beret, both lying on the floor at the end of the bed. Black tousled hair covered his brows, the strands unruly from the tight grip of your fingers. He is like a dark angel, but you know this boy is no angel. “I have an idea.”

He picks you up, throwing you over his broad shoulder this time, and drops you in front of your full-body mirror.

“Strip.” You had no reason to disobey, dropping your uniform skirt and removing your blouse and bra. His eyes wandered, up and down your figure they went. He stares, ingesting you with his hungry eyes. They are almost black. “Now, you can see yourself. See how good you look after I fuck you.” His long fingers brush through your knotty waves as he speaks, contemplating his next move. “Do you want to cum?” You are taken aback by his bluntness, but you nod nonetheless. “How bad do you want me?” Your clit throbs with every word he whispers into your ear.

“God, you have no idea.”

“You had me at God.” And with that, he was on his knees in front of you, your body still facing the mirror. You watch your face as it simultaneously contorts with the presence of his tongue licking up your folds. He inserts one, two, three fingers into your prepped heat. The pressure of his tongue and fingers is almost unbearable, the overstimulation making it difficult for your body to stay upright. He does not let you fall. Every time your legs buckle, his hands grip your ass as he forces himself further into your dripping pussy. As he sucks at your pulsating clit, his fingers pump in and out of you with relentless urgency, never breaking eye contact. The intensity of his gaze is jarring, never looking away while he tastes you. You are so close to climax, the euphoria making you completely unaware of when Taehyung began pumping his cock with his other hand. He moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice sending you over the edge. He sees this. Processes it. He rises before you cum to place his hand over your mouth as you scream in ecstasy. He is backing you up towards the bed, laying you down before he ejaculates all over your stomach and breasts. You ride your highs together. You feel him lay beside you, his head tipping to the side to kiss your bare shoulder.

“Alright, time to get you cleaned up.” He launches himself from the bed, heading towards your private bathroom. “We’re ordering takeout, right?”

“I’m already dialing!” You respond, reaching into the pocket of his crumpled pants to retrieve his chocolate brown Hermes wallet.

Sucker.

#taehyung smut #bts smut #bts fanfic #taehyung fanfic

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drabblesaf · 7 years

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Chantaje - Mieczysław Stilinski Smut

REQUESTED: No, I just haven’t written for a while, and I wanted to do something for you guys!

WARNINGS: Hickeys, fingering, blowjob

SUMMARY: When you run into Stiles at a club, your past comes out. It takes a further encounter in the bathroom for you to both be okay again.

NOTES: I’ve listened to this song too many times, and it’s becoming problematic.

AAAAAnyways, SMUT YAY! (I miss writing smut. I haven’t had the motivation since my birthday because a lot’s happened.)

Hope you enjoy! Based off this song (and there will be translations of the lyrics too dw <3)

Cuando estás bien te alejas de mí Te sientes sola y siempre estoy ahí Es una guerra de toma y dame Pues dame de eso que tienes ahí Oye baby no seas mala No me dejes con las ganas Se escucha en la calle Que ya no me quieres Ven y dímelo en la cara

(When you feel OK, you get away from me You feel lonely and I'm always there It's a war of take it and give me Well, give me that that you have there Listen, baby, don't be mean Don't leave me with desires Rumor has it that you don't love me anymore So come and say it to my face)

The club was thumping with the baseline of whatever song was playing. I couldn’t exactly tell, being too preoccupied with the whole idea of trying to make sure my best friend didn’t fall flat on her face, or we’d both be kicked out of this damned club.

It wasn’t my idea to come here tonight, or to have my best friend already drunk from the minute we stepped in the door. The only thing I wasn’t hoping for that night was to run into my ex-boyfriend, Stiles goddamned Stilinski. As if I didn’t have enough on my plate. “Stay there, for the love of god,” I groaned, placing my best friend onto a sofa, and then turning to be face to face with him.

“(Y/N?)” He asked, and I nodded, chewing my lip. We hadn’t exactly ended on the best of terms a few months ago, and my stupid ass still missed him severely. He was one of the best guys I’d been with, and we just had a relationship built on fire. “How have you been?” He said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, and I nodded again.

“It’s been good. Not the same as it was, but good, I guess,” I smiled up at him, and he nodded this time, flicking his tongue over his lips. God, that tongue, and those lips. They could do wonders to me on a Friday night study session at his house, or during a late-night booty call when neither of us could sleep.

Pregúntale a quien tú quieras Vida, te juro que eso no es así Yo nunca tuve una mala intención Yo nunca quise burlarme de ti Conmigo ves, nunca se sabe Un día digo que no y otro que sí Yo soy masoquista Con mi cuerpo, un egoísta

(Ask whoever you want My life, trust me, it's not like that I never had bad intentions I never wanted to make fun of you See, with me you never know One day I say no and the other I say yes I am a masochist And an egoist with my body)

“Look, Stiles, I know we didn’t finish on the best of terms, but we need to try and get on for everyone, yeah? Besides, people are looking at us right now, and I want them to be looking for the right reasons,” I whispered in his ear, as the music changed. “Chantaje” had started playing, and he took his lip into his teeth.

“Dance with me? For old times’ sake?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

The song got us closer than we’d been for a while, practically grinding up on each other. His hands had found their way to my ass, grabbing at it and smacking it at times, while my arms had snaked around his neck as we essentially did the samba on the floor. The feel of his body against mine was doing things to me, and from the way I could feel his pants tightening as I whispered the song lyrics in his ear, something was apparently happening on his end too.

“Tú eres puro, puro chantaje, puro, puro chantaje, siempre es a tu manera, yo te quiero aunque no quieras. Tú eres puro, puro chantaje, puro, puro chantaje, vas libre como el aire, no soy de ti ni de nadie.”

(You are pure, pure blackmail, pure, pure blackmail, it's always your way, I love you even if I don't want it. You are pure, pure blackmail, pure, pure blackmail, you are free like air, I belong neither to you nor anyone else.)

“Fuck, (Y/N), do you realise what you’re doing to me right now?” He growled against my neck, and I chuckled into his chest.

“Why don’t you do something about it Stilinski? I’ve been missing a bit of mischief from my life, y’know.” Next thing I knew, he was leading me into the toilets and kissing me passionately.

“Baby, fuck, I’ve missed this so much,” he groaned as he attacked my neck, marking me with pinks and purples. “You been with anyone else since me?”

“No, couldn’t bring myself to be with anyone,” I gasped. “You were too good to me Sti; everything about you was too good to me.”

“Do you want me to be good to you again? We gonna forget about what happened between us?” He said, stepping back to admire his handiwork with hooded eyes, his tongue flickering across his lips once more. I nodded, and he tutted at me. “Use your words babygirl.”

“Fuck, yes! Please, do something Stiles, I need you badly,” I whined, and he smirked.

“Just what I wanted to hear.” Next thing I knew, his hands were tearing at my shorts, popping the button and breaking the zip, before I was exposed to him. I was kind of glad I’d gone for my black lace panties, mainly because they’d always been his favourite, but also because they were easy enough for me to actually wriggle out of when I was in this situation with him.

Como tú me tientas cuando tú te mueves Ese movimiento sexy siempre me entretiene Sabes manipularme bien con tus caderas No sé porqué me tienes en lista de espera Te dicen por ahí que voy haciendo y deshaciendo Que salgo cada noche, que te tengo ahí sufriendo Que en esta relación soy yo la que mando No pares bola a toda esa mala propaganda Pa-pa'qué te digo na', te comen el oído No vaya a enderezar lo que no se ha torcido Y como un loco sigo trás de tí Muriendo por ti Dime que hay pa'mi, bebé Qué?

(Oh how you tempt me when you move Those sexy moves always entertain me You know how to manipulate me with those hips I don't know why you put me on the waiting list You're told that I'm doing things and breaking apart When I go out at night, you're suffering because of me And in this relationship I'm the boss Don't pay attention to that bad propaganda Papa, I'm telling you no, they're trying to fool you Don't fix something that isn't broken And like crazy, I'm still following you dying for you Tell me what you got for me, baby What?)

The minute his tongue hit my clit, I was lost. My hands were in his hair, tugging at it, pushing him in deeper, and he was drawing what felt like figure eights over it, one of his usual tricks to get me cumming hard, which, eventually, I did. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt him lapping up all of my release. When he was finally done, he moved back up to kiss me, and I smiled into the kiss.

“It’s been hell without you babe. I missed your lips, your body, that,” he chuckled, and I laughed into the kiss. “And, I kind of need you to help me out with my own problem too,” he said, gesturing down to his (still massive) boner that was basically straining against his pants.

“It’s cool, I know what to do,” I grinned, unzipping his khakis and pulling down his boxers with them. It was still as big as I remembered it being, and there was already a little bit of precum on the tip. I licked that, kissing the tip and causing Stiles to moan out softly. I pumped him a couple of times before I actually took him in my mouth, and after deepthroating him a couple of times (and looking up at him with his dick in my mouth, which he kept gasping at and whispering, “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot”) he came, hitting the back of my throat. And just like old times, I swallowed every last drop.

“Wow,” he chuckled slightly, “You still haven’t lost your touch, huh?”

“Of course not. I mean, I thought I was a bit rusty, but that’s just because I haven’t really had much practice.”

“Round two at my place?”

“You’re on Stilinski. Although I have to get my best friend back first. Hopefully, she can actually walk.”

“I’ll help you, (Y/N). But then after, we are going for round two, and we’re going hard.”

“Of course we are Stiles. Of course we are.”

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski smut #mieczyslaw stilinski #mieczyslaw stilinski imagine #mieczyslaw stilinski smut #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf smut #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut

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myths-tournaments · 7 months

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Awful Characters Round 3 (5/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

XUE YANG

STARSCREAM

Literal war criminal. The more evil dude in Transformers, Megatron, gets more redemption stories than Starscream. You can’t fix him. But he was born alone in a wet-cardboard box okay.

The character ever! He’s a terrorist. He constantly tries to overthrow his leader. He’s the second-in-command of an army that does war crimes for fun. Every word out of his mouth is a lie. He’s pathetic. He’s just a silly little guy. He’s killed thousands. He’s IMMORTAL.

#awful characters tournament #tournament poll #awful characters round 3 #the untamed #mdzs #xue yang #transformers #maccadam #starscream

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myths-tournaments · 8 months

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Awful Characters Round 1 Part 3 (2/8)

Propaganda under the cut!

XUE YANG

ARCHBISHOP RHEA

She is such an interesting character. Her whole thing is dealing with the consequences of having to choose between telling the truth vs protecting the little family she had left with both options having serious issues no matter what. Too many terminally online fire emblem fans (despite saying they want more of them) can’t handle an actually morally gray character. Because she has a catholic aesthetic and made non-optimal choices that she couldn’t have predicted the consequences of, idiots have been projecting their own traumas and biases onto her. The creators expected this to, since they said in an interview that they deliberately made her into a red herring to hide the actual villains.

Before the game even came out there were already people headcanoning that Rhea was transphobic/homophobic/a zealot. They will twist even the most innocent actions of hers to be evil. In game, you find out that Rhea saved a child named Cyril from slavery and is letting him live at the monastery. The terminally online saw 1 line of dialogue where Cyril talks about feeling like he had to work hard to earn a place to live due to his tragic past and were like “he’s FORCED to work or he’ll be DEPORTED!!!”. Another incident is her getting called evil because she didn’t give the racist cultists who tried to kill her and innocent students a fair trial before executing them. Like, girl what the hell are you talking about? This is a medieval fantasy, not a single other character in this game grants or receives a trial. The only reason they single Rhea out is bias.

One time on Twitter, an artist drew and posted some art of Rhea and the haters on there were so weird about Rhea that they bullied the artist into taking it down because drawing positive art of Rhea was “harmful”. Deranged behavior.

#awful characters tournament #tournament poll #awful characters round 1 #the untamed #mdzs #xue yang #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #archbishop rhea

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