#total brutal

[forgottenbones]

[g-abrams]

abbywaisler: ❤️🧡💛💚💙denver polaroids🍓🍊🍋🫐🍇 featuring: gracie with muna, little monarch, and total brutal

[shushmal]

There's an incredibly pretty girl at the front desk in Family Video, and Steve—Eddie's boyfriend of eight months—is leaning over the counter with a sly smile and half-lidded eyes.

Eddie pauses in the doorway, struck dumb for a moment as he takes in the scene, and then gleefully ducks down behind the nearest shelf.

"So tell me," Steve says, all low and intimate. "What kind of movie were you looking for?"

"Um," the girl says. She doesn't sound very enthusiastic—barely indulgent at best. Eddie wishes he could see, but any sight of him will ruin Steve's chances right now. He's got a pretty good mental picture though. "I really like those old black and white movies, the really glamorous ones, you know?"

"Oh, totally," Steve sighs, like he's swooning. "Like Cary Grant, Clarke Gabel?" Eddie can practically hear his smirk. "Katharine Hepburn? Ginger Rogers?"

"Oh, I love Ginger Rogers!"

"Really?" Steve says matching her excitement. "Well, you're just in luck! Robin here knows all about those old black and white movies, don't you Robin?"

Eddie presses a hand to his mouth to hide his snickering. Robin had looked like a hooked fish when he'd walked in, she's gotta be gaping stupidly right now. "Uuuh," he hears her mumbling, and tries not to snort too loud. "Y-Yeah, uh, golden age of Hollywood stuff, absolutely. I could? Show you where they are?"

"Oh my gosh, that would be amazing!" the girl says, her interest in the conversation now warmed by several degrees. Eddie is still a little in awe of how well his boyfriend can sniff out gay girls.

"I got the front here, Robin," Steve cuts in smoothly. "You ladies take your time, make sure you pick out a good one!"

Eddie waits another beat, listening at their footsteps shuffle away, before he pops up from behind the shelf. Steve, lighting up like a Christmas tree, beams at him.

"Am I a genius or what?" he whispers, grinning ear to ear.

"Your lesbian powers know no equal," Eddie says just as quietly, taking the girl's spot at the counter, leaning into Steve's space. Steve happily mirrors him, until they're tucked together, the world narrowing down to the two of them. It's Eddie's favorite place to be. "All hail Steve Harrington, blessid he, lesbian whisper. Come to aid all useless queers in the fight against singledom."

"Thank you, thank you," Steve says with an air of novel benevolence. "I promise to only use my powers for good."

"Dingus. Doofus."

They jump away from each other as if shocked. Robin glowers at them both, but the pretty girl behind her is giggling and standing way too close for friendly, just at Robin's elbow.

"Move it, lovebirds," she hisses as she rounds the desk. "I need to check Claire out."

"I think you already have," Steve says. His smile this time is down right evil.

Robin actually hisses at him, and hip checks him away from the register. Eddie does a bow, sweeping his arm out to give Claire the prime spot in front of the desk, before he turns back to Steve.

"My dear, if you could please," he simpers, all posh and nasally. "Show me to your finest, grossest horror movie, thank you my good sir."

"Ugh," Steve groans already heading off into the shelves, not waiting for Eddie to follow. "You're lucky I love you, Ed. Shit gives me nightmares."

"I know," Eddie sings, chasing him. "I love you too."

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

HELAENA WAS A BELOVED QUEEN IN F&B SO OF COURSE RYAN CONDOM HAS TO MAKE THE SMALLFOLK PRAISE THE PERSON WHO WAS BLOCKADING THEIR FOOD TO BEGIN WITH BC PROPAGANDA ONLY WORKS WHEN RHA EN YRA DOES IT AND THROW THE FOOD THEY WERE RIOTING OVER AT HELAENA. I CURSE HIM AND HIS UGLY WRITING.

[muffinlevelchicanery]

Reform is not the answer

[konigsblog]

kidnapper-simon riley headcannons

tw/cw: obviously kidnapping, bondage, intoxication, dead dove: do not eat, punishments non/dub-con.

simon riley isn't some sweet, kindhearted angel that would sacrifice the world for you — he tries to be, but he's so worn down and insane that he can't help but lash out and punish you for the smallest of things, from accidentally spilling something, or arguing back.

he gets selfish gratification and pleasure when he's punishing you. he adores the sight of your skin, all bruised and covered in rope burn, your pretty body bare and revealed to him. he strips you of your dignity immediately, because regardless, it'll be stolen from you eventually if it wasn't taken immediately.

he's selfish, he does this for his own needs. he's greedy, and he's aware. simon doesn't even allow you to see his face, just a plain black balaclava covering his face. he loves it, being anonymous, able to make you feel vulnerable and scared as you're unaware and frightened by whatever is hiding behind the mask. simon loves it; he loves when you look into his eyes past the mask while you're locked into the cage, all teary-eyed, sulking and shaking, goosebumps covering your skin.

he takes you because he needs an outlet, for his frustration and sexual needs. you're a nuisance to simon, but god, you fulfill his needs so well when you're all drugged up and intoxicated. doing whatever is asked of you obediently.

“attagirlll... you’r learnin’ so fast, pretty doll.” he chuckles, the hoarse and gravelly sound sending shivers down your spine.

he keeps his hand on the back of your neck, holding your head down as he thrusts and ruts into you. simon isn't delusional; he's more than aware that this is illegal, brutal and cruel for him to do. he's so stoic and cold, that there's no point in building a relationship with a man as horrid as simon.

“feel too-.. too full, si--...”

you pant out, the feeling of him brutalizing your hole, raw and sensitive as he pumps himself into your slicken, drooling cunt. you're a complete, sobbing, broken mess; weak, useless, with your only purpose being to serve simon.

each thrust burns, and he doesn't hold back. he grips the back of the collar around your neck, tugging it firmly and forcing your back against his chest. he grinds into you, his mask lifted over his lips as he kisses down your neck in a sickly sweet, twisted way of loving on you. with his eyes wide and blown out, simon takes slow, hard thrusts, ramming into you slowly. you're so drunk and high, unable to form a proper sentence without crying or stuttering.

the feeling of his fat, heavy balls pressed against your cunt is agonisingly, and the tightening, choking sensation caused by him holding your collar tightly feels restrictive. you pant, breathing out, spitting and slobbering over yourself as you desperately try to breathe, gasping when he lets go, pushing you down onto your hands and knees and slamming into you while spanking and slapping your ass with his leather belt, the texture of his jeans against the backs of your bare thighs painful to your sensitive bruises.

your only purpose is to tease him and take his thick cock well, a slave held captive and bound with ropes.

[districtscare]

haymitch having to address 4 different deaths for each district on his victory tour. can anybody hear me. haymitch likely having to play the narrative that the deaths of his family were mysterious unsolved murders and to even make it so, partake in the humiliation ritual of public funerals held within the capitol. haymitch having to keep distance from the other victors because he really is a killer and cannot face it. 47 faces and 47 graves dug all because of him. is this thing on. haymitch being forced to mentor tributes he likely knew as classmates or school peers for the first few years of his victory. can you hear me do you understand !!!! haymitch having his games pulled from every possible outlet and blacklisted because of the shocking nature and traitorous way of his win. haymitch likely facing so much scorn amidst all the grief just for surviving. just for making it back home.

[x-starshines-x]

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been thinking abt wiggly stealing richie's face lately :)) he's so fucked up

[bruciemilf]

Thinking about how well the '' grumpy, beat up middle aged man adopts feral child" trope fits battinson and the batkids but like. In reverse. Especially Damian

[postazkabansiriussupremacy]

don't know how much of this makes sense but I've been thinking about sirius at grimmauld place meeting auror reader... possibly Weasley!reader? like around Bill's age, and maybe she defends him when Molly and the rest of the order are having that discussion – him just being in awe and desperate for her and her love (maybe turns into him jerking off thinking of her) and would love to see your take on it!

pounding my fists on the fucking table THIS is the type of shit i’m TALKING ABOUT, people!!!!!! 😤🥵🥵 i LOVE the way your mind works!!!! you love to fucking see it!!!! WOOOOOO

alright i love the thought of sirius getting off to the thought of y/n…. but here’s the thing. i rewrote the first half of this fic at least four different times trying to figure out a way to incorporate y/n into the argument, but i couldn’t do it 😐😔 it always sounded too chunky or corny so i changed up your request a bit. sorry bout that chief 🫡 but anyway

“I’m sorry for what she said.” You tell Sirius quietly as everyone else files out of the kitchen. The argument between him and your mother was a bad one, and things still feel a bit tense.

Your mother is the sweetest and most caring woman you’ve ever met, but she can be quite harsh when riled up. She made several comments to Sirius that were incredibly rude and uncalled for.

“You don’t have to apologize, dear.” Sirius tells you while standing from his chair. He motions for you to walk in front of him as you go up the stairs together. It’s a polite gesture, and you’re none the wiser as he takes a few short glances at your rear.

“I know,” You sigh, whispering as to not wake up any of the portraits. “But she could’ve made her point without being so rude. It wasn’t right of her to say those things.”

“It’s alright.” Sirius lies, not wanting to say too much and accidentally insult your mother to your face. He’s always been one to hold a grudge, and this argument with Molly won’t be forgotten anytime soon.

“I get the feeling you don’t mean that.” You state as you reach the floor of your guest bedroom. “But I understand. I suppose I wouldn’t forgive her so easily either.”

Sirius looks down at you as you turn to face him. Standing together in the dimly lit hallway vaguely reminds Sirius of what it’s like to drop a date off at their door. This situation isn’t so lighthearted, but the tension feels similar.

He tilts his head to the side and smiles, deflecting the conversation toward you. “That so? I figured you’d be the type to forgive and forget.”

You reflect his smile and shrug. “I am, but I don’t think the same is said for you.”

Sirius nods once and chuckles quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re just too sweet. Goodnight, love.”

Sirius listens and watches as you say your own ‘Goodnight’, breaking eye contact and looking away as some color lights up your cheeks. He waits until your door is closed before walking away to his own room.

After getting undressed and sliding into bed, Sirius can’t help but feel a little guilty.

It feels wrong. You’re ten years his junior, for Merlin’s sake! Sirius is probably closer in age to your parents than he is to you.

The interactions between the two of you thus far have been nothing but innocent, and yet Sirius can’t help himself. The feeling of his stiffening cock rubbing against the confines of his trousers is unbearable.

He releases himself from his pants, and slowly starts working his hands up and down his shaft. Instead of his own fist, he imagines your lips wrapped around him.

Sirius lays his head back on his pillow and closes his eyes. He remembers you, just a few moments ago as you looked up at him in the hallway: eyes wide, pupils dilated, and lips slightly parted. He can easily picture you with that same expression as you bob your head up and down his length.

Instead of his own hands working his cock, he imagines they’re tangled in your hair to help guide you and set the pace.

He pumps his cock faster, picturing you using one hand to hold the base of his shaft and the other to pleasure yourself.

Sirius wonders what kind of sound you’d make if he ‘accidentally’ held your head down too far, pushing you to take more of him than you can handle. He imagines the feeling of your throat gagging and contracting around the head of his cock, saliva dripping out of your mouth and falling onto his balls and the bedsheets.

As he gets closer to his orgasm, he quickly ponders whether or not you’d swallow; maybe you’d prefer his cum on your face or all over your breasts.

Or perhaps you’d prefer not to waste a drop. You’d flip over onto your back, begging Sirius to cum inside you.

It’s all so easy to imagine. He can already hear your sweet little gasps and moans as he sinks his cock into your sopping wet pussy, giving it a few pumps before spilling his load as deep inside as he can get.

Sirius cums with a small moan and a shudder, reality coming back to hit him as soon as his cum falls all over his hand and stomach.

[etoilesombre]

[stoukadraws]

Yeah they're really good friends :)

[bloomingkyras]

Move to the big city and it's glitch + Homeless + Had 100 simoleon only in the pocket + Guitar, that what her life now.. 😌✌🏻

[painted-bees]

The lyrics to Saint Motel's "Honest Feedback" are so...Raf coded lmao it's so cynically petty 'for laughs' jljfshgd:

"Of all the illegal ways to take someone's life, there's one just as sharp and it's sharp as a knife.

It's called honest feedback."

"So many people got their neck in the noose.

They'd rather jump off than hear gossip from you."

"How do I look? Am I driving too fast? Of all of your old lovers, am I the best? It's just honest feedback,

Watch your honest feedback."

[babygirlgiles]

We as a society do not talk enough about Tara enduring Glory‘s torture to protect Dawn! Like Glory crushed Tara’s hand to the point that it bled and she still wouldn’t give up any information that would harm Dawn, despite being terrified that she was going to lose her life and her mind, and like! She did that for Dawn! Because she loves Dawn! Because she would die before she let harm come to her friend Dawn, to her surrogate little sister in their chosen family and! I’m gonna cry!

[muffinlevelchicanery]

From @r3volutiondaddy on Insta: “Atlanta Police Department vehicle was burned along with several other vehicles that got their windows smashed. Windows at banks who have been funding Cop City were smashed, and the Atlanta Police foundation building was also hit. This all occurred at a march after a vigil for Tortuguita, the forest defender who the cops murdered, tonight in downtown Atlanta. Near a dozen arrests were made reportedly, and it was seemingly on whoever the cops were able to grab randomly from the outskirts of the march. #StopCopCity #DefendAtlantaForest”