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caraphernellie · 2 months

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can u write ellie with dacryphillia

absolutely. i might be a little obsessed with dacryphilia m sorry (not) and i swear ellie would LOVE to see it. she would go crazy. also my first time posting smut with a strap somehow i haven't posted any yet. now bare with me ok. this was also kind of inspired by a video i saw on twitter that was like... sorta ellie coded. (anything involving a grey hoodie makes me think of her now) (oops)

cw: softdom! ellie at the start, mean dom! ellie, sub! brat! reader, kind of shy! reader, strap on sex (r!receiving), riding, missionary, rough sex, dacryphilia obvs, degrading, strap referred to as cock and dick, nicknames such as good girl, baby, babe, slut, straight up porn without plot xx

info: ok so... you know me. biggest softdom ellie truther. at least for jackson ellie. now i raise you: softdom ellie who has a gf in a bratty mood and she's starting to get annoyed by letting you have your way too often... so she basically jackhammers u until u get the point! she's in charge here <3

・wc: 1.2k

“kay, faster now.”

ellie’s order falls on deaf ears for the millionth time and she’s starting to reach a limit. she has been for some time now. she’s too soft, and who could blame her? her brain turns to mush the minute she’s got you this way.

dazzling green eyes focusing in on the way your body moves, the rippling of skin and contortions of your belly. her hands find home on the spaces between your ribs and your hips, thumbs rubbing circles as you bounce on her strap.

“hey,” ellie tries her best with you, putting on a stern tone now, and her hand weakly slaps one of your tits. she bites back a smirk of pride at your jolt. “do you hear me?”

you definitely do. but hearing isn’t the same as listening or even caring. not when the rhythmic circles your hips are moving in are scratching that itch so good. it’s satisfying the pit of warm need in your stomach that’s been waiting all day. the pit you begged and begged ellie to help you out with.

it’s how you ended up here, ellie still half dressed in her grey pullover and you on her lap with nothing but an unzipped hoodie on.

“aww, i thought you said you were desperate, baby,” ellie continues, “what’s this?”

a shiver runs down your spine, ellie’s hand moving over the expanse of skin on your stomach and squeezing your tit. she’s on two trains of thought, distracted by the way the soft ball of flesh fits in her hand, and trying to keep you in line. because what ellie can feel is her power slipping out of her grip no matter how hard she squeezes your body under her palms.

“so you’re not even gonna talk to me?”

a fire ignites in ellie when you move slower, rolling your hips down onto her cock, the depth eliciting a drawn out and long moan from you.

“god, can you not be fuckin’ stupid for two seconds?” ellie asks, never genuine when she gets like this albeit it’s a rare occurrence for sure. she starts to buck her hips upward, fucking into you while forcing you to change your pace – her hands grip meaty thighs and begin bouncing you up and down. she revels in the way you mewl a little louder, the sight of your tits bouncing.

“like this. don’t let me tell you twice, baby. i mean it.” voice strained from the effort of her movements, ellie grunts and finally releases you. “you said you were desperate, so we’re making this quick, and i don’t wanna hear any complaints.”

i’m too nice to you sometimes, ellie thinks to herself. but she believes it pays off. she lives for the control, but she’s a more gentle lover. normally it’s enough to get you to listen just like it has right now, with you continuing at the pace she set. she watches with a satisfied smirk, her thumb reaching down languidly to flick at your clit.

“there she is, good girl.”

sometimes (most of the time), ellie gives in. she lets you do as you please. she never gets to hear you beg because she’s so weak for you, so eager to make her girl feel good, that she will give you exactly what you need when you ask. she will give up on trying to reign you in and do what she wants you to, only because the sight you are is already so convincing that ellie doesn’t mind. anything to see it, the furrow in your brows, your eyes rolling back. anything to see a happy, fucked out expression on your face.

so it’s no surprise ellie’s seeing a rise in bratty behaviour, she enables it. she shouldn’t complain, but she will anyway. it’s her fault and damn, she needs to do something about it before it gets worse. she’s had a busy week and doesn’t need this. because ellie hates her authority to be challenged by one of the only people she even has authority over.

the fade of ellie’s smirk comes with the fade of speed. she hears the sweetest giggle escape your lips and she knows you’re treating this like some kind of joke now and she can’t have that.

“we’re not doing this again, babe.” ellie’s voice is a low rasp by this point, the slightest bit of amusement present. what you expect might be another spank to the thigh before she inevitably gives in to you, but that’s not what comes your way.

this time it’s ellie chuckling. you yelp loudly as she flips you onto your back. she’s on top now, wasting no time, and she slides into you again.

everything happens too fast for you to fully process it, but she’s pounding into you now. the sounds of skin slapping, the squelching of ellie’s thrusts into your poor cunt, and your nonstop moans – it’s filthy. ellie can’t stop it now, grunts of effort made as she hooks your legs around her waist. if she didn’t know any better, she’d make some point about being able to see her cock poking and bulging out of your tummy, her thrusts deep and carnal.

hands balling the sleeves of your jacket into paws, you hide behind them, finding this to be one of the most intimate and closest experiences you’ve had. ellie’s caging your head between her arms, lip drawn between her teeth, eyes piercing down at you. she takes grip of your wrists and pins them down, laughing at you. “yeah, look at me, baby. look… who’s making you feel this good? who owns you?”

your eyes grow half-lidded and ellie’s face becomes a blur, tears clouding your vision whilst all you can do is halfheartedly moan her name in response.

“poor baby,” ellie mocks, her voice a hoarse coo, as soft as she can manage. it’s a harsh comparison to the reckless power of her hips. as long as you will sing your pleasure to her, she won’t stop. “i thought you wanted it so bad, you wanted my dick so bad, so what’s your deal?”

“mm… n- noth–” you try, you try to speak, but things are getting fuzzy. there’s nothing to occupy your busy mind besides her. ellie, ellie, ellie.

you’re brought out of the fuzziness for a moment when ellie cups your face to wipe a tear off your cheek.

“you just needed me to do all the work for you, huh? so you can lay there cryin’ ‘cuz it just feels that good to get fucked like this?”

all you do is nod, pitiful moans and whimpers flooding ellie’s senses, egging her on just as much as the sight of her strap covered in your essence does.

“i try so hard to be nice to you, baby, feels like you just–” ellie takes one particularly hard thrust into your sopping cunt, “--take advantage of that like a slut…”

“m’sorry,” you squeak, hands wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her closer, closer, closer, nails digging into her back and eliciting a hiss. she’s getting sloppier now, tired and finding that the base of the strap is pressing too well into her clit, making her near delirious, like it’s her real dick she’s fucking you with.

“who’s in charge?” ellie demands to know, glaring down at you but with no malice, there’s nothing but lust and amazement as hot tears streak your cheeks. “who are you gonna obey next time?”

“you.”

“who?”

“ellie, ellie, ellie ellie ellie.”

“that’s right,” ellie scoffs with a nod. “good girl.”

shes so pretty and i need her really bad and um um um um

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kupwrites · 1 year

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The Best Kind of Revenge

Brett Talbot x Dunbar!Twink!Femboy!Reader

TW: Top Brett, Bottom Reader, unprotected sex, dirty talk, locker room sex, wall sex, sorta size kink, puppy kink, degrading, and praising

Liam and Brett did not get along.

Sure they could be civil and work together to get rid of whatever supernatural threat popped up next.

But Brett still wanted revenge and he knew the best way to do so.

Liam’s brother.

He was tiny framed and adorable, always wearing feminine clothes.

Brett, even before the whole coach’s car and revenge thing, had eyes for Liam’s brother.

The two had flirted before, never for long though. Liam had clearly told Y/N to stay away from him.

That didn’t stop the femboy from casually starting conversations before games and even after games for a couple of moments. Or from running his hands gently up Brett’s arms or standing quite a bit close to Brett.

So when Brett had Y/N pressed between his body and the wall of the boys’ locker room, there wasn’t much surprise.

The two feverishly kissed, Brett tightly gripped Y/N’s hip and Y/N had his hands tangled in Brett’s hair.

Y/N’s boxers already been taken off and Brett’s free hand worked him open.

Y/N let out a soft moan. Brett pushed his tongue into the smaller boy’s mouth.

Y/N pulled away for a moment, “Gotta be qui- ah, game’s soon.”

“I know,” Brett began littering kisses against his neck. “I know.”

Y/N titled his head to the side, letting Brett have better access to his neck. Brett sucked a good hickey, it was going to be dark and obvious.

Perfect.

Brett pulled his fingers out and Y/N whined.

“Aww don’t worry puppy,” Brett chuckled. “You’ll be filled like whore soon.”

“Brett,” Y/N whined again. It was cute.

Brett hoisted Y/N up by the back of his thighs, Y/N tightly wrapped his legs around Brett’s torso.

Brett pushed his shorts and boxers down. He spit on his hand and stroked himself a couple of times before lining his cock up with Y/N’s entrance.

“Will you hur-” Y/N started as Brett pushed in, they both moaned. “Fuck!”

Brett gripped Y/N’s hips tightly, definitely leaving bruises, as he continued to push himself in.

“Please just fuck me already,” Y/N was demanding things now.

Brett did expect him to be a bit sassy, “Mmm, I could keep you like this, maybe wait for your brother to come in and see what a good little slut you are, what about that puppy?”

Y/N’s cock throbbed at Brett’s words and he was sure the werewolf knew how they effected him.

“You seem to enjoy that, you want your brother to see you spilt in half on my dick, you want your brother to see you being the perfect whore for me? Is that it, puppy?”

“Brett….”

Brett smirked at Y/N’s whiny tone. He tightened his grasp on Y/N’s adorably small frame and pulled out until only the head was in.

Brett slammed back into Y/N.

Y/n moaned and gripped onto Brett’s shoulders as Brett started pounding into him at a rapid pace.

“Fuck,” Brett groaned. “You’re so good for me, so good pup.”

Y/N only moaned and asked for more.

Brett was fucking addicting, slamming into Y/N and making his brain was turn to mush. He could barely form a single a sentence. Mostly singular words came from his mouth.

God if they didn’t do this again…

“Harder,” Y/N gasped.

Brett chuckled and changed his angle, slamming into Y/N’s prostate. Y/N cried out with pleasure.

“I can’t wait to do this again, puppy, fucking can’t wait when we have more time and I can take you apart,” Brett’s breath ghosting Y/N’s ear. “I’m going to make you the perfect toy for me, puppy, you’ll be so good.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Y/N muttered in response.

The sound of skin hitting skin bounced around the boys’ locker room and if anyone came close enough they could absolutely hear the two boys’ moans.

Brett held Y/N up with one arm and used the other to start stroking Y/N.

Fucking werewolf strength.

“Don’t- ah! Don’t stop!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Brett started kissing Y/N’s neck again as he fucked him.

The game was going to start any minute.

“Fuck, I’m so- I’m so close! Brett please!” Y/N started babbling.

“Come on, puppy,” Brett licked a strip up Y/N’s neck. “Show me how good of a slut you are.”

Only took a few more jerks and thrusts for Y/N cry out, orgasming hard.

“So good, puppy,” Y/N heard Brett say.

Brett came moments later, both riding out their highs for as long as possible.

With heavy breaths, Brett set Y/N down on his feet. Brett pulled his shorts back up and sank to his knees. He helped Y/N back in his boxers.

Brett used one hand to pull up the boxers and the other to push his cum back into Y/N.

Y/N gasped as the feeling.

“I’ll have to get a plug for you,” Brett stated, off handily. “Make sure my perfect toy can keep my cum for as possible.”

Y/N smirked, “Means there’s gonna be a next time?”

“Obviously.” Brett and Y/N kissed each other once again.

——

Brett arrived on the field a few minutes after the game started but, still, immediately got put in.

He had a face off with Liam. This was going amazingly.

“Scared that I’m gonna break you?” Liam taunted. “That why you’re late?”

“Nope,” Brett smirked. “I was just admiring your brother’s post orgasm face. It’s fucking hot.”

Liam growled, gripping his stick tightly. Brett laughed in his face.

He reacted the way Brett guess he would.

An absolute feral and pissed look on his face.

Despite not being able to hear the exchange on the field, Y/N knew he was now in deep shit with Liam.

——

Part 2 out now :)

#brett talbot #smut #teen wolf #brett talbot x male reader #gay smut #praising #degredation kink #liam dunbar #beacon hills #unprotected sex #cody saintgnue

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obscenekitty · 2 years

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“i’m sorry i didn’t call”

♡ gojo satoru x reader

♡ cw: smut, minors DNI!, dub-con, unprotected sex, dom!gojo, angst, fighting, both reader and gojo say some mean-ish things, fem-bodied reader, blood, degradation? sorta, impact play, oral, praise, pet names, daddy kink, over-stimulation, fluffy ending <3

♡ wc: 4.9k

♡ notes: whew i spent all day on this one and my brain is mush, so it’s not really proofread. hope you like it. as always I appreciate all of your kind comments, likes, and reblogs :')

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

The sound of the clock on the wall was unbearable, glancing at it for the hundredth time that night. 2:27 a.m. You had laid in bed for hours now, bloodshot eyes staring at the ceiling endlessly, lip quivering in frustration every time you attempted to sleep. It had been 3 days. 3 days since you had heard anything from Gojo Satoru. It was unlike him to not respond for a long period of time. Even when he was busy with missions or teaching, he was able to check in with you every few hours. But 3 days? Your mind was reeling. You never felt the need to worry much about him when he left for periods of time, you trusted his strength after all. But this time felt…different.

Things had not been left on the greatest note between the two of you when he left for his mission. Gojo had been distant for weeks, not his usual talkative and playful self. He got like this from time to time, and you understood. Everybody needs space sometimes, yourself included. As sorcerers, it wasn’t always easy to quell the dark thoughts blooming in the deepest corners of your mind. You could try to hold it back, but it always crept in eventually. The doubts, the grief, the pain. But it was hard when he would leave you behind, unable to let you in. You wanted to help, wanted to support him in any way possible. You wanted him to know he didn’t have to face anything alone. You understood, you knew what it was like to be plagued by the realities of your job. But he would only push you away more, unable to express what was bothering him so deeply.

“Satoru I’m just trying to help-” You pleaded, sitting on the edge of your shared bed and watching him pull his uniform on as he interrupted you. “I don’t need help. I need you to stop smothering me.” He muttered, straightening the collar of his jacket and grabbing his blindfold off of the dresser. “You think I’m smothering you?” You scoffed, baffled at the accusation. “I have been trying to give you space for weeks now, I couldn’t get close to you if I tried. You constantly have your guard up, like I’m your enemy.”

Gojo sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose before glancing over at you with fierce baby blues. He looked so disinterested, like he had no regard for anything you were saying. It made your heart sink even further into your stomach. “You’re not my enemy. I’m about to leave for a mission. Can we not do this right now?” He asked simply, walking over to you to hand you his blindfold. You looked at him scornfully for a quick moment before caving and taking the blindfold from his hands. You couldn’t continue to push him when you knew he needed to be focused on his upcoming job. “Fine. C’mere.” You sighed, scooting back on the bed so he could sit between your legs, back facing you. Your slender fingers smoothed his silky hair back, securing his blindfold over his eyes and tying it tightly behind his head, making sure it laid flat like he preferred. He always cooed and begged with puppy eyes that you tied it better, and eventually it became a routine between the two of you before he’d leave. Usually, it was a time filled with giggles and teasing quips; an attempt to get your final fill of each other’s touches before having to say goodbye, but today you were both silent as you wrapped the silky cloth around his head. “There,” You murmured, smoothing his hair back once more mindlessly. “I’d really like to continue this conversation when you get back.”

He only nodded and replied with a small, “Mm,” before standing and turning to kiss your forehead. He looked strained, tired, you noted, as if it took every ounce of his strength just to rise to his feet. “I should be back by the end of the week.” He said, turning away from you to leave. “Okay, I love you.” You said softly as he made his way to leave. “Love you.” He mumbled in reply, unable to face you. His unenthusiastic admission of love did nothing to soothe the tightness in your chest.

4:42 a.m.

The light sleep you had finally fallen into was abruptly interrupted by the sound of the front door being unlocked. Your body shot up before you could register it, tossing the blankets from your body and finding your footing on the hardwood floors. “Satoru?” You cringed at the sense of urgency in your own voice, hearing the door slam shut, arms wrapping around your body as you padded out to the foyer of your shared penthouse. The flashing lights of Tokyo pouring through your windows was the only source of visibility in the room, purple and pink shadows dancing and illuminating his tall figure as you turned the corner. “Satoru.” You breathed in a sense of relief this time, until he turned towards you. You could see the trembling of his clenched fists, the tightness in his jaw, the veins strained in his forearms where his sleeves had been hastily shoved up to his elbows. “What’s wrong? What happened? Why didn’t you return any of my calls?” You almost cried out when he faced you, your previously quelled anxiety snapping at the sight of the man in front of you. You knew he didn’t want to be bombarded, didn’t want to hear any of it, but you couldn’t stand it anymore. Couldn’t stand the lack of communication and affection you dealt with for weeks. You were finally at your breaking point, and Satoru could easily tell. He could see the rise of your cursed energy, swarming around you like you were the center of its’ universe. Your emotions were palpable in the air, buzzing in his tired senses and snapping like rubber bands against his six eyes.

“My phone was destroyed.” Was the only reply he could muster, stepping to the side of you and attempting to move past you, his nonchalant attitude only irritating you further. Your hand shot out to grab his wrist before he had the chance to walk away, spinning him to face you again. “No! You don’t get to walk away right now. You need to talk to me! You need to tell me what the fuck is going on with you!” The rise in your voice made Gojo grit his teeth, his own irritation bubbling in his chest. “Y/N…” His tone was dangerous, a warning that you were slowly cutting away at the only thread he had holding himself together; the only thing left that was keeping him calm, collected, and stoic. You didn’t care. You wanted- needed the barrier between the two of you to break. “I have been here for days worried out of my fucking mind, and that’s all you can tell me? All you can manage to say? Do you even know what it’s like to sit here, held captive by your own anxiety, waiting to hear if you’re even still alive or not?” You scoffed, your grip on his wrist tightening as his nostrils flared, teeth gritting. “You think I don’t know what that’s like?” The words rose from deep in his chest, and you could see the furrow of his brow from behind his blindfold. He opened his mouth to speak again, but you only cut him off, angry tears welling and wetting your lash line.

“No! You don’t know. You don’t know what it’s like to be with you, to be locked out by you! I’ve been miserable, neglected, and you can hardly notice past your own pathetic brooding! You don’t know shit!”

Snap.

Satoru’s last thread of patience was gone as he easily released your grip on his wrist and slammed you against the wall, wincing as your shoulder blades were met with the drywall. Every ounce of his frustration whizzed through the air, snatching the breath from your lungs. One of his hands pinned your wrists above your head with ease, his other hand resting at the base of your throat. Despite his visceral anger, his voice was low and menacing against your ear. “Oh, I don’t know?” He glared, fingers pressing into the column of your throat. “You think I don’t worry about you when you go out on missions by yourself, insisting that you’re capable enough to handle special grades? How does it feel? To worry about me for once? This is a fraction of the pain that you put me through, you’re so fucking naïve to think you’re strong enough-“

“That’s what this is about?” You cut him off, your tone is still accusatory, though you’re much quieter than before. “You think I can’t handle myself?” Your tears have spilled over now, and you’re aching to rip off his blindfold to reveal his expression. Your wrists fidget under his grasp, but he only presses them tighter together.

“Stop fucking interrupting me, god you’re infuriating.” He groans, tilting your head to the side to gain access to your neck, his lips beginning to suckle where your neck and shoulder meets. A mix of arousal and anger blooms in the pit of your stomach, but you can’t bear to push him off, even if you could match his strength to do so. You haven’t felt his touch in weeks, even if it is full of anger, you didn’t want it to stop. This is what you had wanted, right? For him to pour all of his emotions into you?

Be careful what you wish for.

A loud cry leaves your mouth when his teeth sink into your skin, breaking skin and drawing blood. “Toru!” He doesn’t bother to soothe the skin with his tongue, offering no mercy as he drags his blood-stained tongue up to your jaw, leaving a trail in its wake. “What? Can’t you handle it? Aren’t you a big girl?” He sneers, his hands leaving their position to dig into the plush of your thighs, his touch bruising as he pulls your legs up and around his waist. Your core rests at the outline of his half-hard cock, stifling a sob as he presses himself into you. “P-please I-“

“Enough, just shut your mouth, or I’ll shove my cock down your throat to shut you up myself.” You have no choice to comply with his order when his lips clash with yours, metallic and tainted with the taste of your blood. A small “mmph!” leaves your throat as his tongue collides with yours with no warning, swirling and sucking harshly on yours. Your hands are suddenly locked into his hair, and you don’t notice he has moved until his lips release from yours and he’s dropping you without care onto your mattress. Soft pants leave the both of you as you prop yourself on your elbows, your eyes meeting his blindfold-clad face. As if reading your mind, his arms are reaching behind his head, undoing the knot you had obediently tied for him days prior, his hair falling over his forehead in the absence of the fabric. You suddenly wish he kept it on, his intense gaze causing you to shift nervously and rub your thighs together. It was rare to see Gojo in such a state, predatory and harsh, analyzing your every movement and breath as if he were ready to pounce the moment you tried to flee. Your throat tightened at the sight.

“Strip.” He simply utters, a slight rasp to his voice. His eyes are dark, taunting, daring you to defy him. A sick part of him wants you to, to try to deny him of what is rightfully his, so he can punish you like the bad, bad girl you’ve been. There’s a glint of amusement in his eyes when you hesitate, as if it’s your first time revealing your bare form to him. Yes. Dare to disobey him.

“T-Toru, shouldn’t we just-“ Gasp. Satoru is pouncing on your hesitance at once, grabbing your ankles with a bruising grip and yanking you down the mattress. “I’m sorry, was I asking? I don’t think I was.” His tone is abrasive as he grabs your over-sized sleep shirt himself, ripping it over your head. “Such a brat, I guess I’ll just have to do it myself.” Your panties are ripped down your thighs in a flash, the poor fabric nearly tearing at the seams from the force. You don’t have time to process your nudity before a smack! lands on your clit, your legs flinching backwards at the sting that shoots up your spine. The wail that leaves your mouth is music to Gojo’s ears, his lips almost twitching upwards as you grab his wrist to stop him as he goes to land another slap to your clit. “Please Satoru!” Your fingers clutch at him helplessly, slick gathering between your thighs at a rapid pace. Smack! “That’s not my name.” “Nngh, please Daddy! I’m sorry!”

His heart swells in a sick possessiveness as he molds you, works you into submission. “Are you gonna be a good girl? Gonna listen f’me?” You can’t bear to face him, the blush on your face tinging the tips of your ears. “Y-yes! I promise, gonna be so good for you!” Smack! “Ah!”

His fingers reach out to grip your jaw, turning your face to his inescapable gaze. “Look at me when you’re talking.” Your lip quivers, eyes brimmed with tears as your cunt buzzes with the aftershocks of his palm. “O-okay daddy, I swear, I swear I’m gonna listen.”

“Good girl.” His body lowers, tongue flattening over your clit, soothing the dull ache he had left behind. You can only muster a small “o-oh” as your face scrunches and eyes flutter, hips attempting to lift from the bed until Satoru pushes them back down, stilling your movement. “Mmph-ah!” You whine, his tongue lapping at your clit tortuously and suckling on the bud. He reaches up to tweak and pinch at your nipple, sensitivity heightened after not feeling his touch for what had felt like eternity. His other hand is at your core, two fingers delving into your entrance without warning, stretching you, scissoring you apart as he sucks. “N-no! Too much too much!” You cry out, fingers pulling harshly at the base of his scalp. “You’re gonna take what I give you.” He groans into your clit, nose pressed into your pubic bone. His cock is angry, strained in his pants, and he knows he can’t ignore it much longer. He almost forgot how good you taste, how he could lie between your thighs for hours, drinking you in and fucking you dumb with his fingers. Your belly tenses and thighs shake, and Satoru knows how close you are. He can feel every familiar flutter of your walls, rutting his fingers upwards inside of you when he finds that spot known to make you squirt on occasion. “Nngh! I-I’m gonna…” You trail off, head thrown back at the build-up in your gut. It’s almost embarrassing how fast he has you coming apart beneath him. Until he’s suddenly gone, leaving you empty and clenching, the tension in your cunt quickly dissipating at his absence. “No!” You sob needily, trying to reach out for his arm as he backs away from you. He only swats your hand away, clicking his tongue. “You get to cum when I tell you that you can, don’t be whiny.” He mutters as he begins ridding himself of his clothes, his belt clinking under his fingertips.

His cock is swollen, almost purple at the tip, balls straining at the weight of his load aching to be released in your pretty cunt. Not yet, he reminds himself. Your punishment wasn’t over. “Suck.” He demands, sinking into the bed on his knees, and you scurry to your hands and knees quickly, not wanting to upset him further. “Yes, daddy.” You whisper, eyes flickering to his as his tip hits your lip. He sucks air in between his gritted teeth, hissing at the way your lips suckle around his head, the bittersweet taste of his pre-cum coating your tongue. You’re moving slow, swirling and hardly taking in enough for his liking. Any other night, he would have appreciated you taking your time and being so gentle with him, eyes filled with admiration for his kind, considerate, pretty girl. But not tonight. Satoru Gojo doesn’t have an ounce of patience left. His hand finds the back of your head, rutting his hips forward as he pushes your head down, choking you on his cock. “Ah- yes that’s it princess. Take it all, c’mon, I know you can.” He coos, his gentle voice contrasting the rough thrusting of his cock down your throat. The wet squelching of your mouth and muffled gags only spur him on more, his head falling back as pretty groans leave his mouth. His cock is so heavy and hot on your tongue, and you look up at his beautiful, muscled form through helpless, tear-filled eyes. You can feel him twitching between your lips, balls tensing and cock lengthening even more, if possible. His hips stutter, but you shove your face further, gagging loudly as your nose brushes the soft patch of pubic hair at his base. “Fuck! Oh god, fucking…” Gojo can only curse as he looks down to watch you eagerly take his load, hot, thick seed spurting down your throat. “Y-Yes, that’s it baby, oh you’re so good for me, just like I knew you could be.” He’s muttering praises and panting as you pull off his spit and cum-covered dick, licking your swollen lips and tasting the mixture of cum and tears on your skin. He reaches down to grab your jaw, applying pressure and telling you to “Open up.” You comply, flinching when he spits on your face, the majority of his saliva landing in your mouth. His thumb presses into your chin, forcing you to close your mouth. “Swallow for me, baby girl.” He whispers, and god you listen so well. He can feel your throat bob beneath his hand as you swallow, blinking up at him so innocently as if your throat wasn’t just fucked raw by him. “Mm,” His hum reverberates in your chest, heart swelling at the coo as you notice he’s already hardening again. “On your back, pretty girl.” His voice is much softer now, fingers brushing up your sides gently as you do so, and you can’t help but keen at his affection. You had craved this so badly, his touch, his desire, all of him. “I missed you…” You admit in a whisper, tears welling for the umpteenth time that night, looking away shyly from him. “I was scared.” His hands are tracing over every curve, finally taking a moment to sit back and analyze your beauty, brow furrowed and expression unreadable, like he often was to you. “I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry. I missed you too.” He confesses, thumb caressing your cheek and brushing away a stray tear. “I didn’t mean to worry you.” His other hand is brushing up your thigh and pushing it up to your chest. He’s settled between your legs, resting on his knees as his fingers ghost over your clit. “Let me make it up to you…” He pleads, circling the nub slowly as his cock head brushes over your entrance. You whimper softly in response, hand reaching up to cover his that rested on your cheek, head leaning into his touch as you nod.

Gojo takes your confirmation eagerly, hand leaving your cheek as he plants his hands on the underside of your knees, pushing both of your legs up to your chest as his hips guide his cock. He’s inching himself in painfully slow, delicious stretch burning, licking at your insides. His mouth finds yours and you’re both gasping into each other’s mouths at the sensation you had both been denied for weeks. Fuck, he thinks. How could he have ever neglected this perfect pussy, his pretty girl? His thoughts had been so trivial compared how good you felt, why hadn’t he just fucked out his frustration sooner? He’s buried to the hilt, your legs quivering and trembling under his hold. “Ah! P-Please, more…” You whimper, face scrunched so cutely. Gojo’s heart swells at the sight, but he still asserts his dominance over you, telling you to, “Use your words like a big girl, tell me what you need.” His head has fallen into the crook of your neck, licking away the now dried blood and soothing the angry bite mark he had left prior. Mine. He can’t help but think, as he admires the mark he left for all to see, his teeth imprinted perfectly on your bruised neck. “Please, daddy, just want your cock. Want you to fuck me so good.” You cry, fingers caressing his hair and nails digging into the back of his neck. He groans softly at the feeling, the crescents of your nails tainting his pale, smooth skin and dragging down his back.

Yes…I’m yours. As much as you are mine.

“Anything for you, princess.” He whispers, and he means it, drawing his hips back and rutting them against yours once more. Anything for you, he would do anything. “Mmph! Ah! Ah!” You whimper, the slick squelching of your cunt filling your senses so lewdly as he thrusts into you, his hands finding their home on your waist. He groans as you clench down on him repeatedly, almost making it difficult for him to move his hips. “Oh baby, baby, you gotta relax, s’too tight.” He mumbles, a hand sliding up to fondle your bouncing tit, to which you arch into him more. “I-I’m trying, f-feels so good…” You stammer over your words, having a hard time replying to his request when his cock is kissing your cervix so perfectly, the ridge of his tip brushing against your spot with each thrust. Your belly is tight with the orgasm he had previously denied you, quickly creeping up on you and swarming your senses. He can sense it, humming knowingly in affirmation. “Mm, yeah baby, go ahead, milk my cock. Wanna feel you cum around me.” He moans, hand moving from your tit, down your belly, to the throbbing bud between your folds. He circles it mercifully, your lips parting and eyes fluttering in response.

“Satoru! Fuck! I-I…yes!” You shake beneath him, your orgasm flashing hot through your body. Your pussy creams on his shaft so deliciously, and he stifles his desire to lick it up right then and there. You always taste so damn good on his tongue when you cum. Your walls clamping down has him digging his fingers into your hips, a grunt falling from his lips as he fucks you through your high. You whimper as he continues to rut harshly against your hips, his fingers refusing to leave your pained clit. “I can’t! No-“ You cry out, eyes squeezing shut tightly at your sensitive state, flinching away from his touch. “You can, baby, c’mon, you can cum again. I know it.” He murmurs, his fingers following your clit no matter how much you move, greedily working you to another high. “Such a good baby, taking me so well. Just a little more f’me, a little more…” He praises, chasing his own climax like a man crazed. He wants his seed to be buried deep in your cervix, where it belongs, hot and leaking out of you, dripping down your plush thighs. The image makes him hiss, thrusting with more fervor and pinching your clit. “Ah!” You buck into his touch, biting your lower lip and yanking at his abused scalp, but he doesn’t mind. It’s not long before you’re tightening around him again, moaning drunkenly and reaching down to squeeze the curve of your breast. The sight of you cumming blissfully around him, once more, has him tipping over the edge.

“G-goddamn!” Satoru stammers, sweat beading on his forehead as you squeeze around his cock, head thrown back and mouth agape as his cum escapes him in thick, long ropes. He’s milked of every last drop, gripping onto your thighs like they’re his lifeline, the only thing keeping him tethered to you. “Mmph, ‘Toru…” You mumble, combing your fingers through his hair lovingly as his head rests on your chest, his chest heaving from exertion.

You both lay there in a comfortable silence afterwards for a while, your hands mindlessly weaving through his hair. It feels so good to have him back, present with you, safe and sound. He has relaxed now, the comfort of your breast against his cheek furthering his fatigued state. His steady breathing makes you believe he’s asleep for a moment, until he finally speaks up.

“I don’t want you to be a sorcerer anymore, Y/N.” Ah. Here it comes, the communication you so desperately craved. The sound of his walls unlocking for you, at last letting you in to see what was going on with him, a peek into the thoughts he didn’t want to burden you with. “’Toru, that’s not-“ “I know, it’s not gonna happen.” He murmurs, resting his chin on your chest to look up at you. His eyes glisten in the dim light of your bedroom, the dimensions of his irises now visible without the haze of lust they held before. You sigh softly, “Is this because I got hurt on my last mission? It really wasn’t that bad of an injury, and I killed the curse. I don’t see the issue.” You murmur, and now it’s his turn to sigh. “I know, I know you’re strong and smart and capable. I didn’t mean what I said before, I just…” He trails off, finding it difficult to word his emotions without sounding like he meant to control you. That wasn’t what he desired, he wanted you to be free to do as you pleased, of course. But…

“I don’t want to lose you. I couldn’t…couldn’t handle that if it happened. You can do anything, anything else that your heart desires, but jujutsu is too unpredictable. I know it’s hypocritical and selfish, but I don’t want you in that world anymore. I want you to be safe, I want to know I’ll always be able to come home to you at the end of the day.” His expression is stoic as he speaks, but he can’t mask the wavering of his voice as he admits his fears to you. His deep fear of losing you like he has so many others, his selfish need to keep you wrapped up and secure, away from the dangers of curses and the darkness they bring. He was angry, so angry with you for getting injured on that mission. He didn’t have much regard for himself, he knew he could always come home in one piece, but you? It wasn’t guaranteed. You weren’t untouchable. You had promised you’d always come back to him, promised you’d always be there, that you’d see him again. But seeing you in a fragile state made him realize, it wasn’t something you could promise so easily. It was a promise waiting to be broken.

“Satoru,” You said softly, brushing his disheveled hair away from his forehead. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I understand sorcery isn’t predictable, but this is the life we chose. There’s nothing else I’d rather do, nothing else that I’m made for, and I know you understand how that feels. Nobody’s life is guaranteed, tomorrow isn’t promised to anybody. But just like you, I always fight to get back home to you. That will never change.”

Gojo lays there in silence for a few moments, contemplating the weight of your words before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. He knew you wouldn’t be able to give up sorcery, knew it long before he had suggested it. Like you said, there was nothing else in the world that the two of you could do. You both had been made for this since birth, the ways of jujutsu etched into your minds from early ages. “I know.” He finally whispers, fidgeting with a stray strand of your hair. “Didn’t hurt to try, I guess.”

You smile down at him knowingly, lovingly, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you, you know?” “Mm.” He hums back at you, a smile quirking at his lips. “I know.” He states smugly, his cocky attitude returning at once. You grab the pillow beside you and playfully hit him over the head with it, and your chest warms at the sound of his laughter filling the room. Oh, how you had missed that sound. He takes your hand in his, his lips brushing over your knuckles sweetly. “I love you baby, so so much.” He murmurs against your hand, blue eyes fluttering closed. “I’m sorry for everything. I really am.” He admits, his voice lowering to a whisper. “It’s okay.” You reassure him, smiling down at him. “But the next time you don’t respond to my calls, I’m hunting you down myself.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo smut #gojou satoru x you #gojo x y/n #gojo x female reader #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #gojo angst #jjk #jjk imagines #jjk drabble #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk angst #gojo satoru imagines

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misfitclassismyfreetherapy · 5 months

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Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #3

The long-awaited, the sequel of a sequel, ✨ Mairuma Incorrect Quotes ✨Get ready..*finger guns* to be disappointed!

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #1

Purson: Lied? Ah hell no he's definitely not straight.

Camui: As much as I agree he doesn't really look like a demon who only has one gender attraction however, he never really shown any other type of gender other than the wonderful females.

Purson: Fine. Bet.

Moments later

Purson pointing in a random direction: Lied! Look it's Opera-sensei being shirtless!

Lied immediately whips his head around: Where?!

Camui:

( Yes, how did Lied-kun realize he isn't only bisexual? Opera. No need I say more.)

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #2

Kerori, literally not getting any sleep because of her akudol career: My fucking mixed complex is so weird and a pain in the ass too, like I could literally be bawling my eyes out on the floor and writing depressing inferiority lyrics, and the next second I could be boasting about my cuteness being as superior as Delkila.

Agares, just trying to get some sleep because it's fucking 3 AM but not wanting to be a prick to his best friend finally opening up: Uh-huh.

Kerori, unconciously pining over a girl she often rejects: Also Gyari, she is such an unbelievable asshole. Like she says she wants to give me some of her company's Vill because she said 'you should rest, Kerori. My beautiful gem must be at her very best for me to be happy making you mine.' like fuck you, that shit you just said made my brain turn into mush and now I can't stop thinking about it you rockhead bastard.

Agares, covering his ears with his pillow not wanting to hear the hopeless pining for the hundredth time: Uh-huh.

( 💫 Agares and Kerori, the tsundere duo because it's literally my drug 💫 )

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #3

Asmodeus, speaking to himself : Listen here, Alice. You don't want to have a stain on your honored position as Iruma-sama's soulmate. So you shall NOT allow your insufferable feelings get the better of you.

Iruma, does something Iruma-like:

Asmodeus, being incredibly in love: Fuck.

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #4

Ronove: You're just like me!

Zeze: Oh I can see~

Ronove and Zeze singing together dramatically: We take responsibilties~

Vine, mumbling in a corner about shiny people being way too sparkling: Oh derkila, TWO of these types now?

The rest of the student council except Ameri, realizing that they're gonna have another version of Ronove: Aw fuck.

( Student council shenanigans because I can.)

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #5

Misfit Class: We finally have a plan.

Balam: As long as it doesn't get you illegally in trouble

Misfit Class:

Balam:

Lied: FUCK! We planned this shit for two hours already!

So yeah that's all. I decided to be nice and give them a break on the dark humor and trauma thing. Don't expect this to be your usual. This is one-in a life time sorta thing. Anyways I hope you enjoyed my post and have a good day or night guys, gals and non-binary pals!

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairuma #m!ik #iruma suzuki #mairimashita iruma kun #shax lied #asmodeus alice #agares picero #crocell kerori #mairuma incorrect quotes #suzuki iruma #balam seishiro

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tvgals · 2 years

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“UR THE WRST BF EVR!”

CW: overstim, edging, gunplay, somnophilia [con], uses of ‘favorite girl, luv/love, baby, and pussy’ , size kink [sorta], cursing, black reader, female reader, use of baby/ girl enjoy!!

[✩] GOJO!!

‘ you’re the worst boyfriend ever. ‘

is all you were able to remember while you could feel your brain getting turned to pink mush. you lock eyes with the ivory haired man who’s been between your thighs for hours. his slurps and gargles taunting you.

‘ taste s’fucking good.. luv my baby’s pussy..’ you weren’t able to hear anything else except the ringing in your ears while your cumming for the nth time tonight.

maybe he’s not so bad <3

[✩] CHOSO!!

“i have the worse boyfriend ever.”

you regret that phrase. you regret it so much. choso was a friendly giant, yet once mad can be a beast. now was one of those times.

he’s been pouring into you for god knows how long :((

he just wants to prove to his baby he’s the best option for her <\3

‘l-luv you so much baby…m’not the worst..’ he mumbled, fiddling with your puffy sensitive clit. ‘y’not the w…worst…’

[✩] TOJI!!

“you’re the worst ever!”

‘oh ‘m the worst? the worst? i’ll show you who’s the fucking worst.’

he repeated over and over. his favorite mantra.

he loves fucking up into his baby’s pussy while his gun is in her mouth <33

of course he would never shoot his favorite girl. but she needs to get put into line from time to time.

‘not the worst…not the worst.. you’re not the worst..’

which is all you would mutter out while his 30 clip was between your teeth.

[✩] NANAMI!!

‘the worst fucking boyfriend ever.’

you uttered under your breath. you were nanami’s good girl. never getting on his bad side.

oh would you learn tonight. you were sound asleep, snores being clearly audible.

nanami couldn’t wrap his head around why you would ever say anything like that.

so during your slumber, nanami slid his hand under your lacy shorts, of course you weren’t wearing any underwear. god you were really irresistible.

nanami loves his baby. ‘i’m the worst? i love you too baby girl.

[✩] INUMAKI!!

‘you’re the worst boyfriend ever.’

inumaki was a man of very few words, so you’re sure there was no way in hell he could make you angry.

of course not.

‘the worst?’ he says, flipping you around to see your tear stained face.

‘i’m the worst?’ he asks once more, wiping the tears from the apples of your cheeks.

‘no! not the worst! i luv you!’ you moan — sticking your tongue out while drool dripped to your tits.

he luvs you <3

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kraekat29 · 2 years

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How about something sickeningly sweet? Early morning fooling around and all the love confessions?

Ooo okay I got you -

Lazy Sunshine

Warnings : soft sex, a sorta dom/ sub established relationship.

The sun came through the window, casting a nice glow throughout the bedroom and there she was - his sunshine.

Sometimes it was hard for JJ to believe that he'd somehow won over his best friend and that she'd actually stuck around - it was even harder for him to believe that she was in love with him.

Now in Ruby's eyes JJ was a God - he could never even come close to doing any wrong in her mind, he was her hero, her best friend and most importantly, her lover.

She turned over and hid her face in his chest, feeling his warmth and listening to his heart beat - a sound almost like a purr escaped her lips as he pet her hair - an innocent act which somehow always found a way to drive her crazy.

Soon enough though his hand started to trail lower and a soft sigh came from her in response - this was her favorite JJ, the soft and sweet version, of course she loved the hard and rough JJ too but the soft version was her favorite.

He moved on top of her and finally connected their lips, granted they both were still half awake and the kiss was lazy but neither of them seemed to care.

" I love you.." He whispered against her lips, " I love you too.." She mumbled and ran her fingers through his hair.

And there it was again, ' love', he knew that she meant it and he meant it as well, he tried to hide his smile as she brought him down to her once more by his shark tooth necklace.

He could kiss her for hours if she'd let him and he knew that she felt the same, he chuckled as she gently tapped his back with the heel of her foot to let him know she was getting impatient - he shook his head and kissed her once more as he slowly thrusted into her.

Her arms came up to wrap around his neck as she gazed into his eyes, it was almost enough to make him stop but he didn't - he couldn't, she was like a drug to him, " god I fucking love you" he growled and buried his face into the crook of her neck.

She gently tugged on his hair as she moaned - her way of saying the feeling was mutual, he smirked against her neck at how easy it was to turn her brain to mush for him and started to thrust faster, pleased with himself as she made more noise.

Ruby cried out and bit down on his shoulder, making his eyes roll back, " you drive me crazy you know that? God - can't ever get enough " she mumbled and gently licked the mark her teeth had made.

JJ cupped her cheek and made her look in his eyes, this was always his favorite part- watching her struggle to keep the eye contact as she fell apart.

She clenched hard around him and he groaned, " don't let go - fuck please don't let go" she cried out and clung to him, and he didn't, he held her tighter in his arms as she came, tears of pleasure streaming down her face and he was done for - he came undone himself, filling her up.

He collapsed on top of her, letting his head rest on her chest and she ran her hand through his hair, enjoying the feeling of him still inside her, " I love you.. So much.. " he whispered as she tilted his chin up, " I love you too.. More than anything.." She whispered back before connecting their lips in a slow and sweet kiss.

A/ N: I hope this is what you were looking for 😅

#jj maybank smut #jj maybank #outer banks #obx fic #ruby routledge

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pastrnaks-sainz · 3 months

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oh i can provide more slow dancing HCs:

- Bergy tends to kinda rock back and forth when he’s tired and doesn’t realize it

- that’s how the slow dancing thing started, he would just kinda pull Marchy into a hug and then start swaying him sorta

- now they have a whole slow dancing songs playlist, including “my love mine all mine” probably.

- also “la vie en rose” and bergy has probably sang that one quietly while they’re dancing

- the whole slow dance thing is kinda calming for both of them sometimes maybe

im turning my own brain into mush w this one

wordy anon

At midnight while they wait for their hot chocolate to be ready with snow falling outside. Dressed in cozy pajamas. Marchy’s are too big, they were stolen from Patrice’s side of the closet

#abby answers #wordy anon #marcheron

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willowistic22 · 1 year

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Newsies and Their Favorite Taylor Swift Album

Not them as a Taylor Swift Album, but what I think their favorite album is. Some of these might correlate with their personality imo but for the most part it’s just what i think each of their fav albums are that might kinda sorta contradict their personality lolz. Also i’m so sorry for leaving out Debut but honestly i can’t think of anyone saying that album is their favorite😭😭😭.

Jack Kelly: Fearless. Our favorite cowboy, what did y’all expect his fav album would be? I believe that listening to ‘You Belong With Me’ changed the chemistry of his brain eternally.

Davey Jacobs: Midnights. This man just loves the lyricism and production of each songs on this album.

Crutchie: Red. He’s not necessarily heartbroken but he just loves the way each song expresses emotions in their own respective way.

Katherine Pulitzer: Lover. Secretly a hopeless romantic and her fav color is pink don’t lie to me y’all know I’m right.

Sarah Jacobs: Evermore. The production of the songs is what made her love the album. Also the subject of most songs just truly hits home for her.

Racetrack Higgins: 1989. This guy is 1989 coded. Taylor wrote this album for this specific people-pleasing-extroverted-definitely-have-various-issues dude.

Romeo: Speak Now. Hopeless romantic and not afraid to say it but specifically loves it in the fairytale kind of vibe. Also ‘Better Than Revenge’ is his villain song.

Albert DaSilva: Lover. Will never admit it but he is a hopeless romantic and hearing ‘Daylight’, ‘Lover’, and ‘False God’ for the first time truly changed the trajectory of his life.

Finch Cortez: Red. He loves acoustic production and he adores the lyricism of this album with just the right amount of heartbreak songs and love songs.

Buttons: Midnights. He loves the subject of the songs. Talking about self-hatred, anxiety, heartbreak, being at peace, falling in love, being an overachiever, and etc.

Elmer: Speak Now. He loves how the album is basically a rock album in disguise and will stand by that till the day he dies.

Kid Blink: Reputation. Not necessarily because he seaks vengeance or anything but more so he loves how the album address romance. About finding someone to go through your highs and lows with.

Mush Meyers: Fearless. It’s an album that he feels is full of hope despite all the heartbreak and he loves it. Also he loves the production of the songs.

Specs: Folklore. Peak lyricism in Specs’ opinion and he adores how simple the production sounds. His favorite songs on the album are ‘The Lakes’, ‘My Tears Ricochet’, ‘Cardigan’, and ‘Peace’.

Mike: 1989. He’s an extrovert so of course he’d favor the most extroverted album. But despite it, he adores the more slower songs on the album like ‘You Are In Love’, ‘Clean’, and ‘Wildest Dreams’.

Ike: Reputation. He loves the whole ‘picking yoursed up after being betrayed’ theme of the album but also the ‘I found pure love despite the hardships of life’ but mostly he adores the production of the album as a whole.

JoJo De La Guerra: Red. It has the perfect balance of heartbreak and love that’s always there to help him get through a rainy day. He was sold the moment he heard ‘Treacherous’ and ‘State of Grace’ for the first time.

Sniper: 1989. She is 1989 in human form let’s be real. She loves the high energy of the album and the way the album addresses heartbreak in a high beat tempo. But her favorite songs are ‘How You Get The Girl’, ‘New Romantics’, and ‘Welcome To New York’

Smalls: Midnights. It’s authentic and honest when it comes to addressing specific emotions and it’s being told in a very poetic and raw way. But also she adores the raw pop production of the album.

Spot Conlon: Reputation. This goes without saying because that man is Reputation coded. But not in the way most people would expect. He loves the idea of finding love through all the noise and despite what people has said about him.

Hotshot: Evermore. He finds that this album’s heartbreak songs deals the most damage and he loves it. But don’t be fooled, his favorite songs on the albums are ‘Willow’, ‘Dorothea’, and ‘Long Story Short’.

I am right and yall can’t tell me otherwise. And keep in mind this is all their favorite albums and not like who is which album. I believe if I make that post some might get different answers and reasonings. But i’ll leave that for another post.

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ok so i'm going through stuff and starting to get a better grasp on some of the things that i missed in Petscop. i'm curious, what's your take on Belle/Tiara? i don't remember if you talked about them in that big essay you posted in feburary because essays like that kind of turn to mush in my brain.

OH BOY belle... yeah i didn't talk about her much (or at all?) in that essay, since it was more broadly about petscop as a series than any individual characters. i might someday write something exploring specific story elements/characters because good god there's a LOT to talk about there, and hopefully i'd be able to write it in a way that isn't as much indefinite word mush to the mind </3 BUT for now i can offer you a short summation of my thoughts.

like all the other characters in petscop, it's honestly kinda hard for me to pin down a singular 'take' on belle, especially considering how the series framing seems intent on kinda... keeping her locked up, so to speak. she's confined to the quitter's room, which directly reflects amber's room as they both bear the same symbol—she's behind some perceptual bars, and you have to blur your eyes to see between them. belle isn't often allowed the spotlight: she talks to paul on the phone, but we can't hear what she says; she has 153,822 hours in the game, practically none of which we get to see... it's important to remember that belle isn't part of the 'family', and the petscop footage we see is being curated by that exact family. what we see certainly isn't the full story.

name/identity alteration being as central to the story as it is, it's probably important to clarify why i'm only referring to 'belle' and not 'tiara'. basically, tiara is not a fully formed identity—she's merely an entity that belle attempted to be reborn into when she was a child, out of external pressure from the family. belle was adopted but unaccepted as herself, so the 'tiara' identity was born out of a need to assimilate, desiring acceptance. rainer is the person who initially attempted to aid in this process, probably the one who suggested it to her due his familiarity with rebirth, but that obviously didn't turn out well. hence the infamous FUCK-FUCK-FUCK save file.

upon realizing how over his head he was, rainer tried to reverse the damage, though his control over the situation was a lot more limited than he wanted it to be. there wasn't anything he could do to make the family accept her, and there wasn't anything he could do to 'fix' her. he definitely seemed frustrated by it—with belle, with himself, with everything else happening around him, really—hence how everything he says in petscop 12 is written with a strange, almost singsong sort of derision towards belle, and, though less directly, himself. this is basically rainer at his lowest, right before his suicide, with many allusions to his forthcoming death written in the same mocking tone.

after rainer's death, belle was left in a sort of liminal state of existence—transitory purgatory. she failed to become tiara because she couldn't finish the process; half-formed, unable to emerge from her 'egg', she sort of became... softlocked. she was clearly still attached to attaining this identity in some way, hence her absurd time spent running petscop starting around 2000, after rainer's death. the game is the last remnant of tiara, and of rainer, so she keeps it close to keep both alive.

while paul and rainer's transformations are sorta linear (care -> paul / daniel -> rainer), belle's process is more like belle -> tiara -> belle. her pressure to assimilate definitely parallels care's story, in which care rejects the identity forced on her (with marvin believing/wanting her to be the reincarnation of lina) and instead becomes paul. but unlike paul, belle never becomes someone else; in the end, she's still belle. comparatively, it almost looks like stagnation—or worse, regression. on further inspection, however, that is anything but the case. as a child, belle sought to become tiara only out of a need to be accepted by her (frankly awful) family. though as we see her in the present, as an adult, she seems quite distant from this identity. paul definitely doesn't refer to belle as tiara; if my memory isn't failing me, i believe paul initially doesn't even make a connection between tiara and belle? if he's unfamiliar with the name, it serves to show that 'tiara' as a concept is very much trapped within the world of the game, stuck in 1996, no longer truly representative of the present in which paul plays the game. belle seems much happier to be part of the 'family' that paul proposes at the end of the soundtrack video, where she's his sister simply because paul loves her no matter who she is—same with the contents of the 'new life letter' written by lina. it's that unconditional acceptance that allows her to be belle, and not tiara. so her process was more like belle -> tiara -> BELLE.

honestly though i don't think i could summarize belle's situation nearly as well as this really good analysis of her. it examines her as a character and her circumstances pretty much exactly how i see it, so i highly recommend reading that if you want to get a better understanding of her.

that being said, if you want MY personal opinion on belle... i simply think she's the best. the fact that paul calls her a puzzle genius and her extensive knowledge of petscop's abstruse features like the phonetic writing system just delights me. i think she'd be insane at tetris. also i think her sprites with the eyes are completely hilarious and the entire scene of her aggressively signaling paul to look right is just like, the best scene in the entire series actually. in conclusion: petscop kid VERY epic.

^ look at her. looking.

#i'm honestly due for another rewatch or something... a few details are definitely slipping my mind here D=<#regardless i'm pretty sure this is all accurate albeit kinda surface level. didn't want to get TOO deep into all the details #mostly for the sake of not exhausting myself LOL. either way i hope this is at least a little elucidating!

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My brain is too mush for questions I just wanna know more abt Tex weeeee!!!!! I've been thinking abt him 😋

i forget whether or not i’ve mentioned this anywhere yet but tex spends a lot of time being like hibiki’s interpreter for everyone else like tex is hibiki’s go to person to interface with so he can communicate and tex can like repeat back to the audience for him when necessary this feels so obvious that i’ve almost definitely said it before oh well

anyway i love tex. he is soooo gruff seriousguy with a very obvious heart of gold he’s just a big ol softie who will snap your fuckin spine in two if need be but he gets all flustered if someone calls him sir or like refers to him with some kinda authority honorific cuz he Was originally a construction foreman he’s used to taking a leadership role he just doesn’t like being treated like it he’ll get shy. he could easily pick up and throw a car for combat purposes and then personally sheepishly apologize to its owner. but he’s also the kinda guy that gets angry when he gets too worried like his temper with overtake him and then he has to reel it back

this also mighta got mentioned before but he kinda sorta claimed an abandoned warehouse as His Place that he’s squatting in (+ now hibiki too) and every so often will go dumpster diving for more shit to put in it to make it feel more homey that’s how he met hibiki. i think he might be a little hemophobic also like he’s kinda squeamish about blood (which is funny to me because hibiki isn’t even slightly squeamish about human gore on its own he just can’t stand robogore)

also for some reason i think tex would like fishing he should pick that up as a hobby. or woodworking

#not art #cmy2k #tex tulsa #i adore tex with my whole heart he is literally my ideal man in pretty much every aspect

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Tbh with you, the Adams Family theme goes SO well with my vision of the Ishimaru family, but i want to know;

Does it goes with your family too ? If yes, why ? If no, wish theme goes better with it ?

Hmmmmm, not sure...I'd like to say the Addams Family, but at the same time I think maybe there's another family that goes for mine. But I seriously cannot think of it right now...

Like, only ones I can think of is Prof. Kakui, Burnet and Ash from Pokémon (just for like, the found family and just the two Professors adopting him sorta thing) or uhhhh the Autobots from Transformers. Specifically Prime (I'd like to say.) But only because of the chaos and Optimus Prime somehow just adopting a lot of the teen or kid characters in the series.

But I wouldn't say those fit perfectly, either...ughh my brain feels like mush!!

But, I guess I'd go with Addams Family. They just, fit so well. Especially with just how accepting both environments are (with the Addams' kids and Ishimaru kids.) It's been a while since I've seen anything from the Addams Family, so that's the only thing I can say at the moment.

Uhhh, hope that answers your question a bit...?

#Am I rambling too much???#Sorry it's just I wanna get some of the thoughts out there to answer the question!#Thanks for the ask though!#I'm gonna be thinking about this probably when I got to bed #danganronpa #ishimaru family #ishimaru fujisaki family

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gayspock · 1 year

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ok yj

literally everyone peacing the fuck out like i cant doooo this shittttttt, coach ben like "um... byeeee" (walks away) and misty having a panic attack bc she lowkey killed someone 2 secs ago, and then the others starting to do rituals in the corner whilst shaunas giving birth......... AND THEN the flashforwards with shauna being . kind of a terrible person... 😭 like i cant even blame her sometimes shauna you have protect #1 here come on woman

LIKE WHAT SHE SAID TO CALLIE CHRIST ALIVE and callie just sorta looking at her like um. as she realises yeah moms kinda cazzzyyyyyyyN BUT LITERALLY . IF I WAS SHAUNA I'D BE MORE THAN FUCKING CRAZY . EVERYTHING SHE WENT THROUGH. FUCKING HELL.

ok im still watching and im about to vom about coach ben just literally playing music in his head and having fantasies about playing party games with his boyfriend hes literally so dead whilst shauna fucking gives birth

UM.......

I THINK IM GOING TO HAVE A MELT DOWN WATCHING THIS

OH GOD THE NOISES OHJHHH MY GODDDD AHHHHHHHRHGHGHGHGHGHGHHG NNONOOOOO IM WATCHING IT ALL GUSH AND MUSH OUT FUCKINGGGG HELLLLLLLLLLLL JESUS CHRISTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

im also so crazy for lottie as well right now god shes so..........

can i also say. van is fucking living the life im so crazy for her little piece of the world i know what tai is saying its all a fantasy but her fucking shop i feel like my eyes are watering can you even imagine bro.......

okay wait sorry i got distracted

but fucking hell okay what i was gonna say about lottie idk okay fucking hell i hope they never confirm whether there is anything supernatural or NOT supernatural in this show i know thats a contentious topic with this right now with ppl saying either or but literally i dont think it MATTERSSS .... its about faith.......... isnt it...

oh god- OH GOD THE SECODS AFTER WHEN EVERYONE WAS LIKE "i knew you could do it" i had a gutwrenching meltdown like fuck the parallels between that and jackie when she was passing over. the everyone surrounding her with happy faces. i thought there was going to be a fucking HORRIFIC MOMENT where that baby was so dead but also now god what the fuck bc that baby is SO HERE so now uhm. where is it. yeah.

maybe they dont eat the baby but even if it dies or if they leave it in the wilderness my god thats so fucked up but ALSO ALSO ugh my #1 WORST. FEAR. ARE The ocuntless conspiracy theorists saying that it's, like, lisa or something because i hate that on so many levels .... i dont want the baby to be anyone weve seen in the future rn bc i just. uhhhhg. i hate stupid twists like that im sorry.

anyway god back to that thing i was saying... of faith... like fuck man the ambiguity the not knowing if its real, if its not real... of whether there IS something out there. thats what makes it so powerful and what has such fucking grip on these girls because ultimately its their faith and what they put into it thats really got the chokehold ... it doesnt matterrrr if theres something supernatural or not .... imo .... and i dont think thts wishy washy - i know it COULD be, if the writing doesnt bring it back but....

like ugh idk i hatebeing a snotty guy but its so annoying when ppl are all about THE ANSWERRSS THE DEFINITE ANSWERSSSS sorry i have to listen to my coworker try to talk about this show and im like just kinda wracking my brain like who cares what the absolutes are can we enjoy the journey of these girls and their characters puh leaseeeee sniff sniff

im also so fucking crazy for jeff. i am SORRY.

"HI VAN?" (HANGS UP) YA COULDNT MAKE IT UP!

also oh god im watching shauna with this baby and my heart is breaking watchin her try to fucking handle it i cant imagineeeee and again the juxtaposition of that and her in the fucking future with callie in the police station jesus fucking CHRIST man "YOUR KID DOESNT LIKE YOU TOO MUCH DOES SHE" HELLOOOOOO

"YOU REALLY DID A NUMBER ON HER" oh my godddd

something something mothers always being these nurturing figures in fiction of being the faceless somethings in the background. osmething something shauna being fucking insane by comparison get me OUT OF HOW I ENDED UP HERE something something trapped in the wilderness being a mother cant get out something something trapped in the marriage cant get out . hey shauna are you okay

i never even wanted to be a mom i neverrrrrrrr wanted this I DID NOT START OUT A BAD PERSONNNNNNNNNNNN. SHAUNA GIRLIE leave my kid out of it leave my kid out of it COME ON MAN

kevyn with a y is a grade Y yucky loser

callie is kind of eating here btw. "that groomer cop. hes nasty." THEY KNOW THEY WERE FUCKING FREAKS

also oh my god shaunas little meltdowns cut to lottie f- hi fucking hello. HI FUCKING HELLO. LOTTIE. LOTTIE GIRL.

IS EVERYONE FUCKING NORMAL RIGHT NOW

HE NEEDS TO FEED ...

YO COACH BEN YOU NEED TO START RUNNING MAN WE NEED TO GIVE YOU A HEADSTART

CUT TO JEFF IN THE FUCKING CAR. VOM.

also my god lottie being the centre of it all like i did have my . sigh i dont know i wish lottie was MORE present in the first season in a sense like i wish there was more of her . but her being the centre and the one theyre both all "against" but also like they all have such a deep connection with her and

NATALIE WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO THE FISH

NATALIE THE FISH DIDNT FUCKING DO SHIT

COME ON NATALIE MAN

BROOOOOOOOOO

EXACTLY NATALIE HELL

natalie being so survivor and the one whos a hunter but being the one who cant fucking kill a fish and is always the oje barely surviving i love natalie

"ITS YOU AND ME KID AGAINST THE WHOLE WORLD" SHAUNA ARE YOU FUCKING ALRIGHT IN ANY CAPACITY .

oh my god that made me so- so- so-

wait

th baby isnt

okay

...

dot dot dot

umm

okay i thik im going to puke im going to cry ........

NO . NO THATS SICK WHAT I WAS SAYING WITH THE PARALLELS BEFORE AND JACKIE AND THEN HER VISIO OF THEM ALL EATING AND TH... THIS IS FUCKING HORRIBLE SO MUCH MORE HORRIBLE EVERYTHING

IHATE MY LIFE

#Egg.txt #yellowjackets liveblog #under a read more bc the ep just dropped and this is rambly anyway #WELL NEVERMIND I WROTE THAT WHEN I WROTE THE FIRST THING THEN I STARYTED LIVEBLOGGING

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