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pupcuck · 6 months

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WASTE ME !

ft. leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

tags. rape, non-con to dubious consent, reader has low self esteem so they think the rape is deserved, dead dove, vendetta leon, implied age gap, virginity loss, kind of stockholm cuz they end up liking leon, guilt, p in v

a/n. please don’t read if this is triggering it’s quite literally just non-con and reader saying they like it bc they’re lonely !!

two / three

You haven’t been out of the house in a while. Not quite unusual, but you’re sure it’s been an extended amount of time since you did anything more than stepping outside to collect a delivery. It’s late and there’s nothing sweet to eat. Excluding the bloomed chocolate stored all the way in the back of your fridge on the shelf that’s icky in ways you choose to ignore. You don’t want to clean that shit up. Gotta seek out a hazmat suit first.

Delivery is always an option, but you’ve wasted so much money on those fucking service fees, it’s a total joke. So you put on your brave face and head out. The October wind chills you to the bone, makes you ache like your entire body needs to be thawed the second it hits you. Put in the microwave a few times. Left to defrost. You regret not putting on those cutesy mittens, got nervous the old corner store owner would find you childish and left them behind in the heat of the moment. Now you’ve got fucking frostbite, you silly bitch.

With your heart in your throat, ready to slip out at a moment’s notice if you do as little as open your mouth, you step inside the dimly lit store. The bell jingles, you’re welcomed by a damp smell that makes you retch silently, the buzz of the refrigerators slowly drives you mad as you make your way through the aisles. Anything will do at this point. You grab the first pack of sugar-coated gummies, and pop it down on the counter. You’ve only got a note, hoping he’d break it, but the cashier unhelpfully drops an extensive amount of change into your small palm, leaving you fumbling.

Keeping the plastic packet between your teeth, you try your best to shove the change into the pocket of your puffy jacket. Of course, everyone is against you at all times, so a coin falls to the ground with a metallic clink. And you’re gonna chase after it when it rolls away. Duh. You don’t have a single penny to waste. Not with all those utility bills. Not with all your bad online shopping habits.

You’re crouched down on the ground, tucked into a nook the streetlights don’t see, feeling around with both your hands. Like how Velma looks for her stupid fuckin’ dork glasses. You feel him before you see him. Smell the sourness of whatever he’s been drinking. Like a fucking keg party, Jesus. His hands are warm on your hips, grabbing them like nobody’s business. You’re scared for sure. Scared shitless in fact. You almost pissed your pants when he crept up behind you like that, like he’s some beast from a creature feature.

Although, you suppose, no one’s ever held you this way. Held you like they want you. Lucky he can’t see your face. You’re certain he’d be the one kicking up a fuss, stumbling out of the alley like you’re the one that tried to rape him. Understandable. You’re a sexually repulsive rat. No one's ever wanted to bang you. Like ever. Once again, totally understandable. You’re not exactly what anyone would call pretty, average even. Dog-face is closer to what you are, face like a pound of slapped ass. Shouldn’t be allowed in public. A guy once told you he’d only hit if you put a bag over your head first. You were willing too, but he was messing with you.

Anyway, back to this guy, he’s got a firm grip on you. It should be totally horrifying, but you’re leaning back into him, and wondering if he’s handsome or not. Probably not. Handsome guys don’t feel the need to shove their dicks in ugly holes. It’s too dark to see his face. You feel prickly stubble on your cheeks when he grabs your face, forces you to kiss him. You don’t know how to kiss him so it’s likely clumsier than he anticipated. You taste the whiskey on his lips, and suck on his tongue when it slips past your parted pucker. Shit. So this is what it’s like. Makes your gut stir, panties sticking to your core with each passing second.

Doesn’t seem as tense as he previously was. Maybe he expected you to put up a fight, but he got lucky. Hit the rape victim jackpot actually. ‘Cause you’re willing to take any dick you can. Most cockhungry virgin in all the world. Other than the dizzying scent of alcohol, nothing else about him is inherently nasty, the nails that dig into your jaw seem to be trimmed well. His hair is better kept than yours ever is when you squint through the darkness at his looming figure. Huh. Hot guys really do fuck ugly bitches. Less pressure maybe. An ugly bitch like you wouldn’t complain one bit, not about his dick, not about how he’s roughing you up, how he smells, none of it. You’ll take whatever venereal disease he’s got just to know what it’s like. To be wanted. To be fucked.

“I’m sorry,” he says, he sounds earnest, you forgive him. He’s taking your virginity, something that’s way overdue, of course you forgive him. Especially with that voice. Gosh. Sounds like warm honey. He pulls your sweats over your hips, presses his hard cock into your ass cheek. Strange and fleshy. Firm and soft all at once.

He takes you like an animal. Stray dog mounting his bitch in a back alley. Sounds about right. It hurts like hell, you’ve never been able to force your fingers particularly deep. Too short, always missing the mark. He exceeds it. You’re pretty sure he’s bruising your cervix, the pace he builds is fast, then he runs out of breath and it’s slow. Sloppy. Lots of ragged breathing. You put a hand over your mouth, weep into your palm, nose running as this stranger fucks up your insides. Fat cock splitting you open on the ground. This is how it was always going to go, ugly bitches like you don’t get laid, they get raped. Reserved for filthy fucking. Sex and foreplay and all that shit is for pretty girls. You’re far from it.

“Jesus,” he hisses when you squeeze around him, when you jolt in pain, hips backing up into him. He runs a finger along your jagged spine, leaves you covered in goosebumps. “I’m sorry.” He says it again, and you know he means it. “I’m so sorry.”

You’re crying like a baby, your chest aches and your knees are scraped. It’s okay, you’d like to tell him, but a hiccup bubbles up in your throat. It feels good. Really. You like it. You’d let him do it again and again. You want to be needed. Want to be the subject of someone’s desires.

He finishes in three minutes flat. You don’t complain when his seed sticks to your ass, trickles down your thighs all sticky. You’re just glad you made him cum. You feel accomplished. Can tick it off your bucket list. He’s trembling more than you are when he stands up, offers his warm hand, refuses to look you in the eyes as you struggle to dress yourself. Feels like you got pins and needles. Hoisting your joggers up, you grab his wrist before he walks away.

You were right. He’s cute. Super cute. Facial hair is a little scraggly but who are you to judge? He’s older than you by a fair amount. Pretty eyes, low brows, dimpled chin. Looks like he should be in a movie with that face. Shoot your shot. Come on. “Hey, could I get your number?”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagine #tw noncon

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etherealkissed88 · 14 days

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I don't know if you've already made a post about this, but I wanted to ask: How can I be more positive about the protests, not being a privileged person? I'm not the prettiest, I'm not the smartest, I'm not rich (in fact I want to manifest better conditions), I feel mentally exhausted. I'm kind of just desperate to manifest a better life for myself and my family, but I feel so negative about it. I feel like I'm just going to become another one of the statistics about poor people; Sometimes I question the results of certain people, because I actually don't know if they are already privileged in a certain way, whether it's because she's pretty, smart or has money. Some people who talk about staying positive, manifest, selfcare, are privileged people, not rich people, but people with excellent financial and psychological conditions; I'm sad, because I really don't have money for self-care or therapy, I feel guilty, sad and insufficient because I don't have enough money:(

do not pretend these circumstances arent there. realize that you are self that chooses what to accept as true. yes, you have a choice. what you should do is become indifferent to what you experience. yes it is in the 3d but “it doesnt affect who i am and what version of myself i choose to be.”

i think the reason why u may be getting a mental burn out is because you are trying to persuade or force yourself to believe that what your human self is experiencing in the 3d, is not there. again - indifference. another important concept is the nuetral 3d. it never has original meaning. we give it meaning.

i know how you feel about being tired of life - and from my experience, i was so tired of living a life i didnt like that it motivated me to actually apply the law and use my power to get what i want. the law is always working for you so you are always in control, and when you live this “negative” life, it is you - the operant power, allowing yourself to stick in this “negative” life. you are choosing to be this version of you who lives like this. you are being the one who is living that.

know that it is not - the 3d shows me something -> then i become a version of me / i embody a version of me which matches the 3d. it will always be, i am a version of me -> the 3d follows that bc i am the 3d. signs follow, they do not precede.

you cannot let what you see influence who you become. bc who you become is why you are seeing what you see. who you are being is why you see what you see through that perspective, thro that state.

a lot of ppl have manifested great things and complete transformations without being privileged at first. stop focusing on other success stories and make yourself the success story. success story = changing self!

for the feelings of guilt and sadness, allow yourself to feel that bc emotions are human nature. what you shouldnt do is feel like those emotions are ruining anything, or try to suppress these emotions, or make imaginary and “negative” stories out of those emotions. they are always neutral!

when you are experiencing bad things, so what you need to do to make ends meet in the 3d such as getting a job to get that money you want. whatever you do shouldnt intertwine with the rich version of you that you are being. you can do whatever you want in the 3d while being/knowing you have what you want already. but you do not self-sabotage your human self because you think that doing stuff in the 3d will “ruin your manifestation”. example: you are broke in real life so you get a job while being the version of self who is already rich. it doesnt matter what you experience in the 3d bc all that matters is who self is being. if you didnt take that job but you are struggling financially, there is still the human self to take care of (you need money for food, shelter, etc) so again, nothing you do in the 3d matters as long as you are changing self.

to wrap up: it doesnt matter what you see in the 3d. clearly you claim: you arent the prettiest or smartest or richest. thats the issue. you are accepting those versions of you. you are being those versions of you.

& “how to be more positive?” : decide you are positive and happy. i can recommend visualizing yourself living the life you want and eventually you will fulfill yourself and be this new version of you.

skim this for other questions: 🧼

- cutie jani

#ask jani🎀#law of assumption #loa blog #manifesting #loassumption #neville goddard #edward art #etherealkissed #imagination creates reality #affirm and persist #desired self #desired life

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isa-ghost · 1 month

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*places down some money*

Phil headcannons please

*eats the coins whole*

Other qPhil headcanons

He means it 1000% when he says he'd burn the entire island to the ground for the kids. No building would be safe. Not even his own. All bets would be off. And if one of the other parents would do the same for their kid? He'd be right there with them.

He loves every egg, dead and alive alike. He has no clue what any of them think of him, and tbh he'd probably be overly humble or vaguely negative abt it bc he's just so shitty to himself when it comes to image related things, thinking they probably find him weird or smth. But he loves them all, and even if any of the eggs DO have a negative opinion of him, he'd still shed blood sweat and tears for them.

GUYS PLEASE THIS IS CANON BUT he is SO BAD at picking up on certain things if not explicitly told. If you have an issue with bird man you have to TELL HIM. He has a million other things on his mind and he has survival brain on by default which means several other things are taking up brainspace, he doesn't have the means to be looking for subtle signs someone isn't happy with him. FUCKING COMMUNICATE WITH HIM!!

Idk I just think Fit, Pac & Mike should convince him to get high with them. But I can't tell if I want to say he'd actually chill out for once & get a lil goofy or if he'd be the type that gets super anxious & hates every second he's stoned

Has a manga collection. It's not that big series-wise, he's a completionist so his collection is big bc he collects every volume of a series he's interested in. He has all of Bleach ofc, most of Chainsaw Man, probably 1-3 other series. He's preoccupied with other things usually so he hasn't read any of them in ages, but Chayanne has been going WILD reading them when he's not out and about

He gets sluttier when he's drunk. That confidence boost he gets when he's drunk enough goes places. Particularly when he's around Fit (Fit's a bad influence /pos)

Tbh? If his usual civil disobedience and the like don't work, I would not put it past him to follow Cellbit's example and just start killing Feds. I don't know how canon Phil's past is but if this is the man who helped create the Antarctic Empire or the man that leveled an entire country? Quesadilla Island's days are numbered and it will be Specifically to spite Cucurucho and any other Fed that's responsible for whatever Phil has an issue with. All it takes is taking his kids away again or hurting his friends :)

Fr tho if/when he finds out what they did to Jaiden or Baghera or anyone of the other islanders? He WILL be unleashing hell for them.

He's ready at all times to die for someone. The goal is to Not die, but if it comes to it, better him than them. And in classic hypocritical Phil fashion, he vehemently refuses to allow anyone to do the same for him. The survivor's guilt would be too much for him.

Outwardly, he processes grief and stress with humor. Because if he doesn't, he'll shut down emotionally and mentally. But don't think for a second that internally, he's a wreck. He's angry, he's in pain, he's stressed, he's conflicted, he's grieving. He just won't let anyone know he is. He doesn't like admitting it.

That said, GOD do hugs and random acts of kindness during tough/dark times get him. It's a hit straight to the heart. He'll get emotional before he can stop it or mask it. They mean more than anything, and they're the quickest way to make him realize just how much shit he's shouldering and bottling up.

Currently his greatest fear is the Federation finding out about or asking him questions related to Ender King. Normally he'd at least prepare how to answer such questions. In this case he has no clue what to say, which really stresses him out. And he knows fleeing the conversation wouldn't go well.

He doesn't typically do anything special with his hair but goddamn it looks good in a short braid. He only ever does smth with his hair for certain events, like Festa Junina. And that was mostly because Tallulah insisted.

If the Federation one day declared every islander needed some kinda career for whatever weird reason, Phil's would be photography.

Don't listen to his complaining. He REALLY likes that there's so many birds around the house. Prefers them outside but he likes them around regardless.

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qphil headcanons

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faetreides · 25 days

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Hi so this post kind of explains the situation but i just wanted to officially announce that i’m setting up comissions. Long story short, due to my health this would be my only way of getting money to support my family/have money for myself in general. I would very much so appreciate it if you would comission me or at least spread the word to someone who will. DMs & Asks are open for questions but all the info is down below! You in no way have to commission me or tip me if you don’t want to commission me but this is just something that i’ll continuously have going should you choose to.

+ RULES 🍰

ANY COMMISSION TYPE CAN BE NSFW OR SFW/DARK CONTENT(or YANDERE) OR NON DARK CONTENT, if it’s nsfw i’ll need info regarding what genetalia/kinks/pronouns/etc. that you’d be comfortable with. and if it’s dark content i need you to specify what you are and are not okay with so i don’t cause you any accidental harm. generally i’d need as much detail as possible for the matchup package comm type.

commissions take priority so if there’s something you really want to see from me, you’re more likely to get it quicker and more suited to your tastes this way. please understand that i’m getting my g.e.d and things like that so your commission will be done as soon as i possibly can.

writing commissions can be chracter x reader x charatcer, character x reader, my oc x reader, my oc x reader x my oc. (You can ask me to make ocs, for example “angel oc” “cowboy oc” “boxer oc” etc. but i do ask that you only give me the type of oc you want and not all the specifics bc then it wouldn’t really be my oc)

the reader can be afab, amab, or gn. i will do trans readers as well.

i currently am accepting comms for characters from: dune, tbosas, star wars, obx, jjk, dc comics, and asoiaf/hotd.

there will be 10 slots for every commission type

if you would like to commission me, send me the request and if i accept it, you’d have to send me the required payment before you receive the final product. do not say you’re going to commission me and then pull out after i’ve accepted and would be awaiting the payment, i’m forcing no to buy anything from me but if you’re kind enough to do so, please respect me and my time. make an informed decision about this and be aware of my prices. (they’re a little high because i desperately need the money, i’m sorry)

minors (it’s literally illegal) & anons are not allowed to commission anything involving nsfw. i have the right to say no to any commission and to use any ocs that i am commissioned to make outside of those said comms.

you may do what you want with your commission, let me post it or keep it to yourself or whatever. but do not under any circumstances use it for ai purposes, sell it/claim as your own, or claim any ocs you commission me to make as your own or use them.

+ CONTACT & PAYMENT 🍭

I’m available 24/7 through my DMs. I only accept payment to my cashapp $faetreides but if you don’t want to commission me, tipping is always open as well. Once again, i must receive the proper payment if your request is accepted or you will NOT receive your commission. Only send the payment AFTER i’ve accepted your request, in case it’s a situation where i would’ve denied it. Do not make this choice on a whim and be aware of how long it may take me and have a realistic understanding of your finances. If you can’t afford it or anything like that, please don’t feel pressured to. The last thing i want to do is take money from people who are also going through hard times.

+ COMMISSION TYPES 🍮

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lazaruspiss · 3 months

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Begging for jaydick headcanons because I'm also a Jaydick hoe 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

where do i begin. horny? horny probably.

Dick bottoms like 90% of the time but as far as any dom/sub things go those two are the switches to end all switches. both need to be told they're a Good Boy while getting the soul fucked out of em and both need to dote on the other and remind them how much they like (love) them.

i think they'd also both have a bit of a sadistic streak, but Dick is the only masochistic one. i don't think Jason would be too big on being roughed up in a sexual context, i just can't picture it. no physical roughness, no particularly intense degradation, but that just means Dick has to get creative lol. though on the subject Dick also wouldn't /like/ feeding his own sadism.

i have a fair few sadist Dick thoughts based of off the times in canon where he hurts someone, recognizes that he enjoys it, and express at least some level of disapproval towards himself for feeling that way. no one really talks about how Dick does seem to, yknow, like fighting. not bc he's some angry violent asshole or bc it's violence for the greater good, but just bc it scratches the ever persistent adrenaline need in his brain.

hmmmm. Dick getting fed up with Jason being too thoughtful. we're gonna tread a tiny bit into projection territory but stick with me. when someone spends too much time being used by people or constantly shaping themselves around what others want it can kinda fuck up their head. when someone approaches without wanting that, without wanting them to shape themself around what they want, it can be a shock. Jason so aggressively wants Dick to be independent and true to himself that it's something they fight over, bc Dick's entire life has revolved around serving others and Jason can't just uproot all that by telling him his entire life is a lie and that he should reevaluate everything about himself and everyone around him. ok yeah im having flashbacks to the jaydick thing i wrote forever ago. (x)

they can both cook and take turns planning meals, with one making sure to call/message the other if they get busy with something so that they can adjust their plans around whatevers happening. i can also see cooking being a bit personal and intimate to them. Jason sticks to eating shitty fast food most of the time and never really cared about proper meals when he was on his own, but now he has someone to come home to. someone to eat with. he cares a lot about cooking well because he wants to show without words just how much it means to him to have Dick around. Dick has been shown to cook for people when they come over, so i think it'd just feel like basic courtesy to him. some sort of standard politeness to feed and welcome his guests if he can. he wears himself thin a lot of the time and doesn't tend to make an effort to cook when it's just him, but when he does cook he enjoys it. repetitive motions, straightforward instructions, relaxing sounds and smells, cooking is fun. seeing Jason gorge himself is also very heartwarming, and more filling than any meal.

theyd have a mutual agreement to, /if/ they have kids, raise them non-religious. between Jason "possibly catholic but also died and so it's complicated" Todd and Dick "my religion is Batman" Grayson, they really don't wanna pass on any of that to any theoretical kids.

on the subject of child rearing still: i think Dick would be against sending them to any kind of private school. he had a very not good time there and thinks that if theres gonna be a chance for their kid to be picked on either way than he'd rather not waste the money. if anything he thinks private school would be worse, because all those shitty rich kids know each other and each others parents and he'd really prefer his kid not being beat up and called slurs bc of who their parents are. he'd rather homeschool if their schedules allowed it but he recognizes that would be too impractical. Jason would have more mixed feelings, bc there can be a bit of an advantage in the long run from having gone to a reputable and recognizable school, but he also isn't sure it's worth having an argument about when chances are the kids gonna learn all the important stuff from them anyways. there is a very tense conversation to be had before enrolling their baby in kindergarten.

they have a few too many conversations about theoretically having kids for guys who don't have the guts to just go for it. waiting for an orphan to drop in their laps like theyre fuckin batman. idiots.

they're a bit worried about the Titans' reaction but the worst that happens is Wally giving an exaggerated sigh as he gives Donna her well earned 50 bucks. everyone saw it coming, and you two are hopeless. Wally is excited to be Dick's best man for realsies this time, and Jason is on the receiving end of a few too many shovel talks. by the time Roy gets to him it's turned into

Roy: yeah i dont need to say it do i. blah blah hurt him and ill kill you and all that. congrats on the boyfriend.

Jason: oh cmon, i thought you would at least have some faith in me.

Roy: bros before hoes, sorry man.

Jason: ... excuse me?

Gar's version of a shovel talk is just turning into a grizzly bear and doing the "ive got my eyes on you" gesture. anyways Bruce is invited to the wedding on the condition that his assigned seat is next to the Riddler and he has to pretend that Brucie has gotten real into riddles lately. he has to laugh at Eddie's jokes under the threat of never being allowed to contact Dick or Jason again. Jason suggested it bc he thought it would be funny, Dick rolled his eyes but agreed bc it means Bruce can't corner him to berate him about his life choices.

#asks #anon #jaydick #i could probably keep going but uh. post long.

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serve-cunt · 8 months

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what is it about tennis .. oh my god ... what ISN'T it about tennis ... ok let me try to explain. imagine if you took the most beautiful people. the most beautiful insane loner weirdo people. and you gave them a bouncy ball and something to hit it with. and then you put them on a beautiful court basically alone. sometimes they are on a hard court sometimes they are in a field (grass court) sometimes they are in the mud (clay court) but they are always alone on their side of the net with no friends. they are ACROSS the net from one (1) friend. they have to hit the bouncy ball harder and better and closer to the line than their friend. only one of them comes out the winner. zero sum game zero sum sport. if my friend wins this match i lose this match. if i win this tournament my friend loses this tournament. the stakes are catastrophically high btw because tennis is SOOO expensive and you only make money if you're like... top 100?? smth like that?? so like. you want your friend to lose so you can win. but he is your friend probs!!! bc you see him all the time & play him all the time & he's the only person who when you play with him, you get better

okay imagine all that & now put it in front of an audience of thousands where everybody has to be silent except when the players do a really good hit of the bouncy ball and they're only allowed to get up to pee or whatever when the players take a teensy rest between games. incredible idea yes audiences should shut the fuck up and also sit the fuck down. also the scoring is super fucked up and incomprehensible but also v beautiful??

majestic. the perfect sport. 109847/10

#tennis #'what is it about tennis'#tennis is literally the perfect sport #ballow tag

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gearbox-doll · 11 months

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Okay but I'd love to genuinely have a debate with someone, where everything is completely neutral and I don't have to worry about getting judged outside of the room, about why incest is bad.

Because like. Beyond the ick factor that most people feel, which wouldn't exist if it weren't so heavily stigmatized, why is it bad? I want a well thought-out, logical, neutral answer.

If it's because their kids would have mutations or whatever: first off, stikes me as kinda like eugenics. "They shouldn't have kids because their kids might be disabled", is what you're saying. Plus, the really bad stuff tends to crop up only after a few generations, and honestly I don't see that happening unless the family is specifically only marrying within itself? Like, I feel like in a world where incest is normalized, there would be equal chances of falling in love with a family member as there are falling in love with someone you aren't related to. Just because it's a possibility doesn't mean it's gonna overtake everything else. And that's not even bringing up y'know, gay couples or childless couples in general.

"It's wrong!": Why? Why is it wrong? Does the bible tell you that? (Genuinely asking, it's been a while since I've read the bible.) If it does, what about people who don't believe in the bible? Setting aside the idea of "everyone should believe in the bible", what is a non-religious reason someone should think incest is bad? Why does the bible say it's wrong? Are there explanations? Is it a case of "this was dangerous back then but now we have ways to deal with it"?

Abuse: no relationship style is inherently abusive, so I ask you this: why is incestuous abuse worse than non-incestuous abuse? Why is romantically abusing your child worse than romantically abusing someone the same age as your child? They should hold the same weight, no? And if they do, then why isn't it illegal for someone to date someone the same age as (or younger than) their child? If the person is an adult, don't they have a similar dynamic?

What about siblings? Siblings usually have a smaller age-gap right? What about twins or triplets? Why is incestuous abuse in this kind of case considered worse than domestic violence? Obviously it's not illegal to date an abuser that's similar in age to you. You can get them arrested for abuse, yes, but it's not illegal to date them, or for others to date them.

And yes, I know there are certain dynamics that are only found in families (golden child vs scapegoat, the power a parent has over a child, etc), but I think those are symptoms of other issues that should also be solved. A parent only has that much power over a child because children don't have equal rights. So give the kids more ability to stand up for themselves! And even so, in a relationship with that kind of age gap, I'd be willing to say that the older partner has that kind of power over the younger partner regardless of whether they're related or not, because often it's the older partner who has more money, a better space to live, is older so they "know better" etc which so easily allows them to control the younger partner. Just like in a parent/child relationship, the older party has to be aware of what kind of control they have, and make sure they aren't hurting the other, to be a good parent/partner.

As for golden child vs scapegoat, I think that kind of dynamic can just as easily be found outside of family structures, though for different reasons. A popular kid and someone who's bullied, for example. You get what I'm saying?

Like honestly if you can give a good, well thought out response to this I'll read it and consider it! I'll see if I agree with you or if I can find evidence to refute you! Let's make it a debate.

If you're just going to yell at me bc incest bad or whatever though, you're getting blocked.

#pro consang #consang #consanguinamory #radqueer #maybe it's just the autism idk

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bunnyyamor · 2 years

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heyy lovely ! may I request a villain izuku ! with a female ! bimbo ! reader long one shot ( nsfw )👙 kinks can be dumfriction, degrading n’ a bit of ddlg ( if you’re comfortable ! )

Sorry babes I should have put requests are closed atm due to kinktober bc rn I can’t do one shots but I still can do a little thirsty thirst 😏

Id feel like villain deku would be super rich from like robbing and shit so he’d let you go and use “daddy’s money” to buy whatever u want but only if he gets to come w u. He only allows u when he’s w u. You’d get all whiny and bratty bc u want to go by urself but daddy don’t let u go no where. So when you’d go to the mall he’d go hand in hand w u, annoyed w the rest of the ppl but loving how excited u r w shopping. Ur sorta ditzy w day to day stuff but w shopping and brands u know ur stuff and u have expensive taste only like the high end brands. You took daddy deku to a ritzy lingerie shop and told him to wait in the waiting room so u can try on all the items. He would be irked and sorta hesitant but he does it and waits for u. That’s when u appear wearing a pastel pink sheer lingerie. Lace upon your nipples and in a g-string both on your ass and pussy. U smiled cutely to him and stood before him, twirling. Seeking for praises from him. Like “do u like it and whatcha think about it daddy?” Deku’s eyes would darken and his hands were on ur ass in an instant. “Fuck baby girl,” he would growl, turning you this way and that to see ur ass squeezing the string in it. “This all for me bby girl? So u r a little whore?” Your eyebrows would knit and u would look up worried and stunned. “Look at you slut,” deku would turn u around to show u in front of the mirror, loving how weak u got in the knees all of a sudden. “Do u ever want to wear this for another man? Do u ever want to fuck another man, huh slut?” You would shake ur head repeatedly bc u loved ur daddy. Deku’s fingers would graze ur cunt, loving the sounds it made and dipping his fingers. Squishing between his index ur goopy juice. He loved as well thst someone was trying to get in and asked if someone could try to unlock the door. “See that bby girl? We got an audience,” he would smile wickedly then shove his thick cock straight in ur pussy. The moment you would try to cry out in sheer pure bliss he would cover ur mouth to stifle ur moans. His hips would slap against urs, he moved ur g string to the side to give u a quick fuck. U were squished against the mirror, breast pressed against the glass, and cheek pressed. His leg propped on the waiting room bench as he repeatedly shoved his thick dick inside of u. His pubes meeting ur sensitive cunt. He would take ownership of u right then and there. Leaving a mess of both ur scandal on the booth and floor of the waiting room. Of course u bought the lingerie cuz daddy deku loved it and u always want to make ur daddy happy.

#bnha thirst #cry baby *🧸*#bby adoresizuku🐰.#angel’s blushing requests<3 #deku smut #izuku midoriya x reader #deku x reader #izuku midoriya smut #bnha smut

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Affirmed I'll wake upto my dream life and it didn't work?

anon— 🧍 honey, sweetie, darlin'— listen to me, when creatin' a new belief, ya need to practice it. and by practice I mean ya need to continuously say/think/affirm that new belief, regardless of everything and anything. it doesn't matter if right now yer 3D does not reflect the life ya want, keep affirming, keep thinking thoughts from the perspective of having your dream life. circumstances never matter when you're creatin' new things.

you have your dream life in your head, and ik we all get tired of people sayin' 'the only true reality is the 4D' or 'dont react to the 3D'. what imma need you to do is continuously think from the perspective of your dream life. think whatever you want that affirms the things you want. be delusional, be consistent, be responsible and watchful of your thoughts.

now, we're all human and we still need to live the lives we have in the 3D but ALWAYS keep thinking from the perspective of your dream life. you need to be stubborn about the things you want.

and no you don't need to believe your affirmations or thoughts, all you need to do is repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat, stop your negative thoughts and doubts before they can FINISH, and repeat your affirmations, do not entertain the old story by dwelling on it. correct those old ideas gently but authoritatively as if you were teaching a child.

you have to forgive yourself for the doubts, negatives, and all that other bullshit because you are now relearning something, you are rewiring not only your brain but your way of life. your circumstances do n o t m a t t e r, do not accept what you don't want.

I don't care if you've got negative three dollars in your bank account, look at that shit and say 'Damn! Look at all the money I got, holy SHIT!!!"

I don't care if you used to think you were dumber than a sack of shit and are staring down at a failed exam. Look at it and say 'Woah! I can't believe I aced this??? What the hell-- I didn't even study!"

I don't care if every time you look in the mirror you hate what you see. Look at yourself and say "Have I always been this pretty? Shhhhhhiiiiitttt... Vogue should sign me."

You need to practice hyping yourself up. Gaslight yourself until the lies become your truth, but don't stop living your current reality, just pretend that you're doing the things you want to be done in your dream life. Your subconscious is blind after all, the only evidence and proof it has are your dominant aka repeated thoughts and words.

I don't care if it's hard at first, keep practicing and soon it'll become easier than ya could have ever imagined. And if you can't help but to spiral or fall into a moment of sadness bc of some shit ya saw in the 3D— that's okay. It's not gonna reset your progress unless you let it consume you, if you allow it to fester and grow, you will backtrack. but even then, it's okay to start again, the journey is always ready to accept new travelers.

Cry if you need to, get angry if you need to, wallow in the fetal position if you need to— but while you're letting out your feelings, affirm for the life you want, affirm for the life that you truly deserve because you deserve your dream life no matter what you've been taught whilst growing up in this world. Hope this helped ya out and gave ya motivation.

#— chai's asks. !! ~#— anonnie. !! ~

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Upside Down Feelings III

Chapter 4: The Sauna Test

summary: I’M NOT EVEN GONNA BOTHER WITH A SUMMARY BC I’M TOO BUSY SCREAMING RN

word count: IDK BUT ITS KINDA LONG

“-That keycard opens the door,” Dustin continued explaining to the three sleepy teenagers sitting in front of him. You lazily plopped your head on your palm as Steve played with his sailor hat and Robin clicked away at the ice cream scooper. The sleepiness didn’t stop you from listening intently. “But unfortunately the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in those boxes, they really don’t want anybody finding it.”

“But there’s gotta be a way in,” You shook your head in thought. Steve blew into his hat, putting it down as he leaned forward in a serious manner.

“I can just take him out,” He said.

“Take who out?” You raised your brows.

“The Russian guard.”

You snorted.

“What? I sneak up behind him, I knock him out, and I take his keycard. It’s easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” You deadpanned.

“Yes, Y/N, I did. And that’s why I would be sneaking,” He rolled his eyes as if you were the one misunderstanding the situation. You felt the familiar feeling of anger bubble in your chest at his tone.

“Well, riddle me this, Einstein: what gives you the idea that you can win a fight against a trained soldier when you couldn’t even take Jonathan down?” You leaned forward with a smirk, leaving only mere inches between your faces.

“That was one time,” He scoffed.

“Twice. Billy beat the living shit out of you in November,” You corrected.

“That? That doesn’t count-“

“Oh, that doesn’t count?” You chuckled. He narrowed his eyes at your arrogance. “And pray tell, why doesn’t it count, Steve?”

“Because, Y/N-“

“Here they go again,” Dustin muttered. Robin rolled her eyes before her face dropped in thought.

“No, no, no! If I remember correctly, and I do-“ You continued.

“That’s debatable! You slammed your head pretty hard-“ Steve interrupted.

“What are you thinking?” Dustin asked the freckled girl gone silent, allowing you and Steve to hash it out as he listened to her response.

“If we want to find a safe way into that room, we’ll need a map,” Robin responded, watching as you and Steve continued with your daily argument. “They’ll be at it for a while. Wanna come with?”

“Where to?” Dustin perked up.

“County Recorder’s Office. Grab the money from the tip jar. I’ll meet you outside,” She stood up and walked toward your purse, digging around for your keys. Dustin nodded, taking off.

“Woah, hey, what are you doing?” You turned around, hearing the familiar jingle from your keys.

“I’m borrowing the Bronco. We’ll be back in jiffy,” She was already walking out of the door. You both followed after her.

“You don’t even have your license!”

“It’s just around the corner! Live a little!” She smirked.

“Hey, dipshit! Where are you going with our tips?” Steve called after Dustin.

“We need it! Trust us! We’ll be back!”

And just like that, the two disappeared into the crowd of people outside of the parlor.

“That sounds like a bad idea,” Steve muttered. “You should probably go with them.”

“Why me?” You frowned. “You go with them.”

“Oh, my God! Would it kill you to agree with me for once in your life?” He sighed, walking into the back again. “You are so unreasonable sometimes.”

“Says the man that wants to take down an armed guard by sneaking up to him,” You rolled your eyes, following close behind and leaning on the counter as you watched him pace.

“We’ve taken down far scarier things than armed guards, Y/N,” He lowered his voice, taking a step closer to you to continue. “Surely, we could-“

“We?” You laughed. “Oh, no. No, no, no-“

“Just hear me out,” Another step.

“No, you hear me out, Harrington,” You drove your pointer finger into his chest, tired of hearing his naive plan. He looked down at you with wide eyes. “You think everything is so simple! You know why we took down those things?”

“Strategy and tactic!” He shouted.

“No, Steve! Luck. Sheer luck. We were only mere seconds away from meeting a different fate!” You shouted back. “Had we not had El in our corner- Had she not shown up when she did, we would’ve been dead. Hell, we should be dead. But we aren’t.”

“Well, we will be dead eventually if we let those fucking Russians go on with whatever they’re doing!”

“No. It’s too dangerous,” You shook your head.

“Then let me do it alone-“

“And let you die?! Do you have any idea what that would do to me?!”

Silence. Ear piercing silence ensued as those final words processed in his mind.

“I..” You took a deep breath, realizing exactly what just spilled out of your mouth. His eyes danced across your face in a way they haven’t since that night you’d shared a dance at the Winter Ball. “I meant Dustin. Do you have any idea what that.. would do to Dustin..”

The ends of his lips curled up ever so slightly with amusement as he placed his hands on either side of you, resting his weight on the counter behind you. His smug smile not even a foot away from your own lips. “You’re a shit liar, you know that?”

“I’m not.. I’m not lying,” You breathed, cursing yourself for stuttering. But you couldn’t help to feel nervous with those half-lidded eyes staring deeply into your own. He didn’t even bother to hide it anymore. It was written plainly on his face.

He wanted you.

“Then look me in my eyes and tell me you didn’t mean what you said,” He tested the waters by getting closer. He licked his lips, making you realize they were only six inches away from your own.

“I didn’t mean it,” You said without hesitation. It didn’t matter how firmly you said it, it was your own eyes that you away this time as flickered down to those soft lips. You couldn’t resist to take a glimpse. You tried to hide it. But it was clear as day.

You wanted him, too.

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head slowly. His brown eyes danced around your face, taking you in with enough focus to memorize every feature.

He lifted his left hand, setting it on your jaw as his thumb brushed against your lower lip before dragging it down to your chin.

“This is a bad idea, isn’t it?” He whispered, inching closer until his nose tickled your own.

“A really bad idea,” You agreed softly, feeling his mouth graze ever so gently against your own. Your eyes shut as you breathed each other in for a moment before he gave you a small nod and forced himself to take a step back stepped back.

You both blinked, taking in what almost just happened. He cleared his throat as you shifted uncomfortably at the tension. Another deafening silence shot through your chest, greeting the violent butterflies that fluttered away beneath the surface.

“I, uh..” He scratched at the back of his neck, searching for something- anything to say. “I should get back up there.”

You only nodded, watching as he took long strides to the door and disappeared behind it. You turned around, letting out the breath you didn’t know you’d been holding as you leaned against the counter; your palms on the cold metal was your only source of stability. You allowed yourself to let out a few deep breaths, brushing your lips with your fingers and remembering the way his warm breath danced on them only a few moments before.

The door burst open, making you jump as you looked up to see Steve making a beeline towards you. “Fuck it.”

You didn’t know who kissed the other first, but before you knew it, his lips collided onto your own, hands pressed firmly against your waist and cheek as your own clawed at his shirt, pulling him in even closer. Your fingers found his hair and gently pulled at the brunette locks, earning a groan that rumbled into your core.

He backed you into the same counter you were just leaning on, helping you onto it as you jumped. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him into you.

He kissed you with fervor. You kissed him back just as hungrily. It was as if all of the tension that had built up in the previous months exploded into this.

He chuckled against your lips.

“You have no idea.. how long I’ve been.. wanting to do this,” He mumbled between kisses before pulling away. “You’re way better at this than I remember.”

“You are, too,” You smiled, following his lips. “Now shut up and kiss me.”

He hummed in response into the kiss, allowing his mouth to fall back into the same, hungry rhythm from the moment before.

Your hands played with the hem of his work shirt before your cold fingers left a trail of goosebumps on the tops of his hips, refusing to trail up until he did the same.

You have no idea how long you’d been making out for or how many times you’d both ignored the front bell ring. It wasn’t until you heard the familiar boyish giggle followed by the words “Turns out kissing is actually better without teeth!” that you both jumped away from one another, hastily adjusting your uniforms and finger combing through your hair just in time to look semi-presentable for your best friend and brother.

“Check this out,” Dustin grinned, pointing at the map Robin was now unfolding into the table. Both of them were too preoccupied looking at the map to catch your flushed faces and swollen lips.

“Starcourt Mall,” Robin smiled proudly. “The complete blueprints.”

“So, this is us, Scoops,” Dustin dragged his finger around the map. “And this is where we want to get.”

“I mean,” Steve cleared his throat, trying to keep his cool. He looked over at you to see that your wide eyes looked intently at the map presented to you. You were avoiding his gaze. “I, uh.. I don’t really see a way in.”

“There’s not,” Robin peeled off the top layer of papers. “If you’re talking exclusively about doors.”

“Air ducts..” You muttered, feeling your heart pound away nervously, but thankful for a topic you could throw yourself into. “That’s fucking brilliant.”

“I know,” She shrugged, walking to the wall on the opposite side of the room to grab a marker. “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room. And these air ducts lead all the way..” She began to draw. “Here.”

The Russians’ secret room.

“I’ll grab the ladder.”

———

“Flashlight,” Steve ordered with the screwdriver in his mouth. “Y/N?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry,” You blinked, realizing you’d been staring blankly at his thighs. You handed him the flashlight.

“Thank you,” He chuckled, exchanging the wet screwdriver for the light before looking into the air vent. “Yeah, I don’t know, Dustin. I don’t know if you can fit in here. It’s, like… super tight.”

Did he have to say it like that?

“He’ll fit,” You patted your brother’s back. “You wanted to be an American hero, right? Well, here’s your chance, Mr. No-Collarbones.”

Dustin took the flashlight from Steve and climbed up the ladder.

“Uh, excuse me?” Robin asked as Steve climbed down.

“He’s got some disease. Chry, uh.. Chrydo, um.. something,” Steve looked at you for help.

“Cleidocranial Dysplasia,” You grunted as you tried to push your brother into the vent.

“Right. Cleidocran.. I don’t know. He’s missing bones and stuff. He can bend like gumbo.”

“You mean Gumby?” Robin offered

“I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

“Steve?”

“Yeah?” He quickly turned to you at the sound of your voice calling his name.

“A little help?”

“Oh, right, yeah.”

You both grabbed his feet again.

“Not my feet, dumbasses. Push my ass.”

“I’m out,” You dropped his foot. “I’m not touching your ass.”

“TOUCH MY BUTT! I DONT CARE!”

“I DO!” You shouted back. “I’ve washed your laundry, Dustin. I’ve seen those occasional skid marks-“

“Y/N! SHUT UP!”

“All I’m saying is that wet wipes go a long way-“

“FUCK OFF, Y/N!! STEVE?! PUSH MY ASS!”

“Well, I don’t wanna push your ass if there are skid marks-“

“I DON’T HAVE SKID MARKS! PUSH MY ASS OR I’M TELLING YOU-KNOW-WHO ABOUT YOUR LITTLE CRUSH-“

“OKAY, I’M PUSHING! .. Jesus..”

Robin looked over at you slowly, annoyed at the sight in front of her. You stared with wide eyes at the boy in front of you, following every order your brother gave him and using his entire body to try to push the boy in.

“Oh, my god,” She smiled. “You enjoying the view over there?”

You tilted your head at Steve readjusting his feet on the ladder, subtle muscles rippling through his calves and thighs. “Oddly enough? Kinda.”

“Come on! Harder! Push harder!” Dustin shouted.

“I am!!” Steve grunted.

“You’re playing with my legs!”

“I’m not playing! I have terrible footing-“

“COME ON!”

“I’m gonna just shove you! Ready?!”

“SHOVE ME?!” Dustin screamed.

“Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Ahoy?!” An annoying voice shouted from behind you.

You and Robin turned around, a smile creeping on both of your faces as you watched the small girl continuously ring the bell on the counter.

“Get over here and serve me some samples!”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?” You looked at your best friend.

“Hey, kid!” Robin shouted. “How would you like a chance to earn free ice cream?”

———

“Erica, do you copy?” You’d all taken your positions on the top of the roof looking down at the Russian’s secret door.

“Mm-hmm. I copy,” The walkie in Robin’s hand responded. “You nerds in position or what?”

“Yeah, we’re in position,” You responded. “It’s all quiet here, so you’ve got the green light.”

“Green light, roger that. Commence Operation Child Endangerment.”

“Can we maybe not call it that?” You felt Steve lean up against you, scoffing at the girl’s words.

“See you on the other side, nerds.”

“This is such a bad idea,” Dustin muttered.

“What?” You and Steve both blinked, wondering if the duo had caught you earlier.

“… Bringing a child into our schemes,” He said slowly.

“You are a child, dingus,” Robin frowned. “But yeah, not the best plan we’ve had.”

“Hey! It was my plan,” You laughed.

“Explains why it’s such a bad one,” Steve teased, leaning further into you. “Then again, some bad ideas only seem bad until you do them. Then they turn out to be really good ideas. Like, really good ideas.”

You smiled softly up at him, feeling those same molten hot butterflies that have haunted your chest for the past few month. You’d barely been allowed to let the words register before your brother snorted.

“How profound, Steve,” Dustin muttered sarcastically before handing you his binoculars. “Truly beautiful. Have you ever looked into writing poems? You’d really give Edgar Allen Poe a run for his money.”

You let out a genuine chuckle before handing off the walkie and looking at the door.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve let out a scoff. “You have one toothless kiss and all of the sudden you’re a dick? Not cool, man.”

The boys continued with their annoyed conversation, only interrupted by the occasionally check in on Project Child Endangerment.

“All I’m saying is that you need to get your ego in check,” Steve continued.

“Oh, my ego needs to be checked?” Dustin snorted before the walkie went off.

“I’m in.”

———

“Hand me the box cutter,” Steve held out his hand before you gently placed it in his hand. He whipped out the knife before skillfully sliding it down the taped entrances of the cart board box, only to reveal a metal container within it.

He looked up briefly before he turned the notch at the top and lifted the lid. Four other knobs decorated the top of the box, smoke leaking out of the circular cracks.

“That’s definitely not Chinese food,” Steve muttered, setting down the titanium lid. “Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.”

“No,” You and Dustin both shook your heads.

“Just step back, okay?” Steve gently pushed at Dustin’s chest.

“No,” He protested. You simply stood your ground.

“Step back, Henderson. Seriously,” He looked up at both of you.

“No! No!” Dustin shouted. “If you die, I die.”

He stared blankly at the boy before looking up at you. “What’s your excuse?”

“What? You think you’re the only one around here who wants to be an American hero?” You smirked, earning a chuckle. You pressed into him, moving him aside as you twisted the knob and pulled it out of the metal box yourself. Compressed air wheezed out as you pulled out a container filled with neon green liquid.

He knew he shouldn’t be shocked at your bravery at this point, already having seen you put your own life in danger without so much as a second thought various times, but he couldn’t help but look at you in awe as you examined the liquid.

This was same the girl who only closed her eyes, preparing for death as a Demogorgon hovered above her.

The same girl who wandered out of the bus to lure in the Demo-Dogs, and later fight them off alongside Steve.

The same one that led the group straight into the heart of those monsters’ layer in hopes of sparing the lives of the town, not even hesitating to lift all of the kids out of the dangerous tunnels before you even thought about getting out yourself.

“What the hell is this?” You whispered, deep in thought.

Both of your thoughts were interrupted by the floor under you rumbling.

“Was that just me, or did the room move?” Dustin looked up.

“Booby traps..” Erica whispered.

The ground shook once more, erupting through the silence with a mechanical whirring.

“You know what? Let’s just grab that and go,” Robin took the container from your hands. Dustin ran over to the same buttons Erica had used to open the door.

“Which one do I press, Erica?” He called anxiously.

“Just press the damn button, nerd.”

“Which one? I’m pressing the button, okay? I-“

“Press ‘Open Door’!”

“I’m pressing ‘Open Door’!”

“Just open the- Press the other button!” Steve shouted, pushing him out of the way.

“Wait! Wait! I don’t think-“ You began. “Stop! It’s gotta be like a password or something!”

“Out of the way so she can push the button!” Robin tried to speak over the shouting. All five of you began shouting, offering suggestions and trying to make your way to the buttons before the door clanged firmly shut.

You all froze before the lights went out and the room began moving violently, sending your stomachs into your throats with a familiar falling sensation. Screams erupted through all of you before you felt Steve wrap an arm around your waist and pull you into him, stabilizing you both with his other arm.

“Look!” You shouted, pointing at the top of the room. He followed your gaze to see that the open space revealed that the falling feeling you’d all felt wasn’t feigned, the room was in fact moving downwards.

“Oh, shit.”

Chapter 5 ->

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