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#gonna hold off on saying anything further abt this#till we get more confirmations#but regardless of the veracity of the samara account there are several other confirmed to be real accounts that have faced the exact same#harassment for broaching the same subject matter#who are alive but still very much in the midst of a genocide w only a fraction of the visibility#it’s an absolutely fucking insane thing to make up though if that is the case
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Pyramid Head thoughts 🩸🔪 △
Catering this to myself and my hornee NEEDS and anybody else’s ig because I’m a dirty boy rn and I have too many thoughts in my head revolving around my man and I need to spill my guts before I lose this precious brain rot. Oh yeah this got some nsfw shit (it’s gonna be like further down) so be sure to read at your risk, and don’t mind the occasional out of context shit bc that’s just my comments and me giggling so hard abt this fine mfer— this was pretty fun to make too ngl, I might do more in the future if I ever get anymore ideas from things or from people, Idk we’ll see.
Pyramid Head’s possessive asf over his s/o, when you’re living inside a hellhole of a town full of monsters and a cult run by a bunch of lunatics, who else is gonna protect your ass none other than this 7’0” deity??? Man wouldn’t even hesitate to kill anybody or anything that came way too close to you.
Man’s not even gonna let you out of his sight for a second, wherever the hell you’re going he’s coming with you, you’re a fragile little thing after all. He doesn’t want anything bad happening to you, not on his watch.
The size diff between you and Pyramid Head is endearing as well as arousing just thinking about how he could manhandle you into any positions he wants and watch you struggle to take him in. You’re just so short compared to him, he finds it cute. <3
It’s fun to carry you around everywhere he goes because of how short you are compared to him. Doesn’t matter if you get a say in this or not, he’s gonna carry you whenever the hell he pleases and he’ll never let go.
Pyramid Head would’ve associated you with the colour white and some times gives you white clothing because you’re pure and the only non-sinner in this shit hole of a town.
Who the fuck needs a bed when you have Pyramid Head??? Hell, he’d probably prefer you to sleep on top of him so he could hold you in your sleep and protect you from all the dangers of Silent Hill. Not to mention he’d like the feeling of how squishy you are in his embrace, particularly your thighs, he likes wrapping his hands on them and squishing them gently in your sleep. Might be a form of comfort saying “I’m here, everything’s okay”, or he’s just admiring them. Who would’ve thought a large monster living on violence and inflicting pain on sinners would be so gentle with you? (Unless you wanted him to roughen you up a little of course then by all means, he’ll fuckin’ do it.) >:))
Because Pyramid Head only exists in Silent Hill and doesn’t know a lot about the outside world, it’s rather adorable watching him get all confused with that head tilt of his whenever you explain certain things to him couples do on a regular basis besides sex, but he does show some curiosity on said topic and possibly willing to do those things with you as well.
Pyramid Head enjoys receiving attention from you, be it either hugs from behind or give him kisses on his helmet or the tongue— anywhere else is prolly gonna give him some other ideas of sorts, rnskfbsjfbw.
OH BOY the fucking dirty brain rot persists. If this man ever happened to be feeling horny he honestly wouldn’t hesitate taking your clothes off in one tear the second he has your consent.
Did I mention abt the size diff last time? Making you take in his cock nice and slow isn’t gonna do much, he’d want you to get over with the pain fairly quick so he’ll just push it in without warning lmao, of course once he’s in, he’ll allow you a brief moment to adjust to his size and once you’re all good he’s going to pound the fucking daylights out of you.
AGAIN WITH THE SIZE DIFF it’s just so satisfying and enjoyable to him watching you writhing and moaning underneath him like that, accounting to that just seeing you stuffed full of his come and utterly blissed out is adorable. (Like man I— let him rail me already PLEASEE)
And he’s for sure going to tease the fuck out of you to overstimulation until your mind is nothing but a puddle of mush and you’re begging for him. <33
Aftercare in the end is amazing, he’ll help clean you up by fucking eating you out with his tongue and then he’ll lay there with you in his arms, with a blanket big enough pulled over top to cover the both of you while you snuggle up in the mean time. A possible guarantee you’re gonna have a blast trying to walk in the morning./j
🥩⋆♱✮♱⋆🔪 🩸
#pyramid head#dead’s dying#dead’s hcs#smut#fluffies#gn reader#pyramid head x reader#slasher x reader#brainrot hrs
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I just got on and saw what’s been happening and bro…I’m glad people are talking about it. Mostly about the smut, inclusivity, Palestine, and the fetishization of trans people.
Reading smut is so underwhelming like it seems like that’s all what people write these days. Like I need ANGST! I need to CRY! I need SLOW BURN AND PLOT….
And to be honest, I personally feel like some writers purposely list the reader’s physical descriptions as being white… like damn you know multiple people are going to come across your shit. I would get annoyed asf when I see something like “she touched your soft pale flushed skin” BITCH- 💀 don’t piss me off 😒🦶🏽
I won’t speak too in depth about the fetishization of trans people in fanfics because I’m not trans and I don’t want to say anything inaccurate BUT I will say it’s so disturbing and off putting seeing shit like that and seeing how people are sexualizing trans people more than treating them like regular humans…I also came across that ‘femcel’ series and🧍🏽♀️erm… no.
I appreciate the account who made the post discussing how the word trans and the f word are completely different. I didn’t even know that word was derogatory and it shocked me... I hope that account takes it down and they educate themselves or something cause 🙁👎🏽
yes pook YES smut can be underwhelming and so overdone. we definitely need more angst/fluff.. or just PLOT in general. no, i'm not saying don't write it at all (incase anons twist my words, cause.. they're good at that.) i'm just saying that it would be nice to see some fully fleshed out pieces with emotion and storytelling. i have something in the works though, that encompasses all genres (fluff/smut/angst) so, there's that!
people will so clearly write the whole petite pale white girl bs like "ur delicate small hand" or the fuckass "doey eyed and blushing cherub red" like NEVER portray reader so specifically unless you're going to specify it in the cw!!!! do whatever for ellie's white ass but for the love of gods and goddess BE AWARE OF READER AS A SPOT TO FILL, NOT AN OC!!!! idk how else to describe what i just said. but. it is said. so it. yeah. that whole delicate small petite thing kinda trickles into writing childlike readers too but. thats a whole nother discussion. no clue if i ever used that phrasing in the past tho i have no bold memories of my writings in detail.
i think people will listen to anybody but trans people who are actively calling it fetishization, like. all the mfs arguing with them say "trans and f💀ta aren't the same!" yeah. they aren't. cause one is like, a genuine, flesh and bone person.. with a whole story.. and feelings.. and experiences.. and one is.. fetishization. how many times do trans people have to repeat that? bet most of the people trying to argue against it aren't even trans.
the whole thing about authors "flooding" the tlou tag with palestine posts is also dumb as fuck. is scrolling a bit too taxing on your poor smut-guzzling thumbs?? ur scrolling over big booty fics, i think you can scroll a little further past those posts if you're really that much of a basement dwelling fuck that's sitting comfortably in their homes while a genocide is happening. out here sobbing cause people are spreading awareness. eat my bum bum booty. ++ also add-on cause we're holding writers accountable for ignoring a strike (different than not knowing at first) but there's also the artists!! they're there too.
anons r gonna come into my inbox abt all this but i'm not even gonna answer like, don't waste your time. im not reading all that. especially coming from an ANON 💀
me when
#⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras asks#ellie williams#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams smut#ellie tlou#lesbian#sapphic#ellie williams fic#ellie williams fanfiction#tlou#fanfiction
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So I recently started hyper fixating on Hanoi Rocks and I just learned that Sami had his son at around 21 or 22. So can I get a fic or head canons about Sami figuring out he accidentally got fem reader pregnant and her having a panic attack over it because she thinks he's going to leave her and he doesn't want the child.
i just learned abt this too, i like this idea a lot cuz :((( also i’m giving this a good ending wether you like it or not 👏
Don’t You Ever Leave Me- Sami Yaffa
*that gif isn’t mine btw idk where it’s from (he’s so cute)
it had been an entire week since you took the test, and that was when the secret started. and you’ve been carrying it around all week, figuring out what to do while you further pushing off telling sami that you were pregnant.
“y/n! i’m home, baby!” you were sitting on the bed, staring at the ceiling. as much as you loved sami, you’d been dreading him getting home, because it reminded you that you would have to tell him sometime. you’d been unintentionally avoiding him lately, and even though you didn’t realize it, he did.
”hey, there you are.” he stood in the doorframe of the bedroom, smiling at you. you noticed there was a little bit of concern in his eyes once he sat down next to you on the bed, and you started to panic as you realized he was very much into you.
“hi sam.” you said in a squeaky whisper. he was facing you while you remained looking at the ceiling. he grabbed your hand and you squeezed it back.
“what’s got you worrying, y/n?” he asked, sounding very genuine and worried. you hated that he felt your anxiety secondhand. you started crying, wiping away the first tear before it rolled down your face.
“well… sami…” you stuttered in between long pauses of trying to figure out what to say. and he was so patient. “i do have to tell you something.” you finally turned and looked him in his pretty, sad blue eyes. it was very hard to refrain from sobbing once you did.
“i’m gonna have a baby…” you whispered, not knowing how quiet your voice was. his face instantly relaxed and he even seemed to smile the littlest bit. he moved stray strands of hair from your face and held your cheek delicately.
“really?” he smiled a little wider. your head dropped and you started to cry again. “baby, why are you crying?” he became worried again at your state. you shook your head slowly.
“i t-thought you were gonna leave me.” you confessed, sniffling. he waited a short second before pulling you to him and putting his arms around you as you continued to cry. he kissed your head repeatedly and responded calmly,
“i would never ever leave you. i love you.” he explained clearly. you smiled against him, still breathing heavily after the tears begin to dry. you looked back up at him, a loving smile on his face while he kissed away the remaining tears. “i’ll never leave you.” he repeated, foreheads now pressed together. he kept holding you as your heart steadied and you felt you could breathe again.
“i love you sami.”
“i love you so, so much, y/n.”
he asked if you felt alright, if you needed anything or if there was anything he could do for you. you laid with him, and understood that he was actually pretty damn happy about the whole situation. he wouldn’t stop talking about it for days, and he was excited to tell the rest of the band and literally anyone else who could hear him. he would lay with you with his head on your chest and a hand placed gently on your tummy, smiling to himself and thinking about what was yet to come.
#grazilla’s thoughts#ask#i didn’t know how to end it 😭#anyways i adore him!#sami yaffa#sami yaffa x reader#hanoi rocks
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your joe young stuff makes me yell !!
would u consider masc reader riding joe till hes crying from overstimulation tryna get another orgasm out of him ??
if u dont vibe w it what would ur hcs be abt it ?? ❤️❤️
okay, first of all, i very much vibe with this idea. this is kinda short but whatever.
tags: joe young x masc reader , anal sex (m receiving) , bottom reader , service top joe , overstimulation , dacryphilia, praise , implied breeding kink but also everything involving joe young has an implied breeding kink so
synopsis: joe has a bad habit of cumming too quick, so you decide to take advantage of it
word count: 1.1k
a/n: this really just jumps into it. like joe is ejaculating first line so don’t expect too much plot with this porn
“i-i’m close! i’m gonna-“ he came, holding onto your hips like his life depended on it as he pumped you full. he moans, head thrown back and mouth agape. his cheeks were flushed, hair sticking to his forehead as he let out long strings of noises. his fingers dug in, forcing you still as he throbbed inside you.
the feeling was still a little foreign. even after bottoming multiple times, you still felt a little overwhelmed when you felt him inside you. he was big, always stretching you further than expected, and also strong, holding your hips down or moving you himself if he got desperate enough. he’d also always cum inside, pumping you full until he physically couldn’t thrust it any deeper. that didn’t change the fact that he came pretty quickly, more often than not.
it wasn’t his fault, you did the same thing. it came with the territory, considering both of you were unfamiliar with gay sex and relationships. you’d be a hypocrite to complain, considering he made you cum immediately the first time he hit your prostate while fingering you. he couldn’t get mad and neither could you. but, you could take advantage of it.
he started to dig his nails in, whining as you moved your hips again. you could feel him softening up inside you, but being in this position made it difficult not to get hard again. he whimpered as he watched it drip down and pool on his stomach.
“w-wait, slow down..” he finally realized what you were doing. you picked up your speed as he scrambled to hold you still. you pinned his hands above his head. “i.. i already came!”
“relax, baby. just relax,” you nearly coo in his ear. “you think you can keep going until i cum? can you be a good boy and hold off?”
being in an established relationship didn’t get rid of your corruption kink. you loved pushing his limits, of course still slowing down or stopping when he needed it. his one weakness, though, was praise. he’d do anything to hear you call him a good boy or say you’re proud. because of this, he settles down and nods.
“y-yeah.. i’m a good boy,” he huffed. tears welled up in his eyes as he watched you use him. his hips twitched, still pulling away even as he hardened again. he whimpered and whined as you fucked yourself, hand still pinning his as you bounced up and down.
“you think you got another one in you? can you cum for me?” he nods, even though he isn’t sure if he can. he twitches inside you, tears falling as he uses his own cum as lube, thrusting in and out with you. he nearly wails as you plant your hips, making him hold still for a moment. “i’m in control. understand? just sit still and take it. you think you can do that?”
it was inherently humiliating, being told to let yourself get used, but joe enjoyed the corruption just as much as you did. he kept his hips steady as you started moving again. he whined, head turned and face pressing into the pillows. his back arches, desperately trying to follow your order of staying still as it got more difficult.
it was overwhelming, his whole body vibrating with pleasure to the point it was painful. still, he kept himself in the same position so you could get off. he moved his wrists around, whining.
“can i- ah! please hold my hand,” he rambled. you nod, quickly letting one of his wrists free while interlocking your fingers with the other. he twitched inside you as his free hand reached down and grabbed your cock. you gasp, hand tightened around his.
“keep doing that, fuck..” you moan as he picks up the pace, regaining control and thrusting up into you while quickly pumping your cock. he knew you were close since you didn’t fight back against his movements. he arched his back again as you clinched around him, closing in on your orgasm. he thrusts up one more time, hitting your prostate perfectly. “fuck!”
you gasp, nearly choking on your own moans as you came. he kept his hand moving and hips thrusting, thoroughly working you through it. you painted his chest, semen caught in his chest hair. you slowed, his thrusting hips come to a stop and so does his fist, but not without a whimper.
“you wanna cum again, baby?” he nods, looking up at you with the most pitiful eyes a man could conceive. you slowly lift yourself off of him, moaning and whining at the loss as his cock slaps against his stomach. you settle in between his legs, taking hold of him. his hips instantly jumped as you moved your fist.
“h-hurts..” he finally sobbed out even though you were sure it’s been hurting for a while. you kiss his neck.
“you wanna stop? just say the word, sweetie.” he didn’t, though. instead mumbling out a quick keep going before you picked up your speed.
his legs tried to close out of instinct, your body making it difficult to do. his hips thrusted and his thighs trembled from exertion. he sobbed as he took hold of the hand you had placed on his thigh. he linked fingers again, gasping as he throbbed in your grip.
“i-i’m close.. please, please, please-“ he came, hips lifting in the air and back arching. you watched as he came on his stomach and chest as well, making a mess of himself. you let him ride it out. a couple of loud cries and a lot of thrusting later, he settled. you moved your hand away and he whimpered.
“good job, honey. you did so good for me. such a good boy, huh?” he nods absentmindedly, his body (and brain) still recovering from two orgasms back to back. he still held your hand as you adjusted yourself, now sitting next to him. you winced as you finally felt the soreness. “let’s go take a shower, okay? we can get all that gunk off of you.”
he nods, but wasn’t exactly agreeing. you lean down, his eyes barely cracking open to look up at you. he was gorgeous, his cheeks red and soaked with tears, eyes heavy and bloodshot. you kissed his forehead.
“how about this. i’ll wipe you down really well and when we wake up in the morning, we can take a shower together. okay?” he nods again, actually agreeing this time. you kiss him, smiling as his hand snaked behind your head and his fingers combed through your hair. you pull away. “now let’s get you cleaned up.”
#joe young x reader#orgazmo#trey parker#trey parker x reader#god he’s so pathetic#i need him#finally got around to posting some joe young asks lmao
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hibking so much about them while i memorize the lyrics to northern downpour <33 do you have any funpoison thoughts for me i love to Think
*glances at my laptop where the current draft of ttid 31 sits open* hm yeahhhh i could maybe probably think of some funpoison thoughts I GUESS its not like ive been. thinking abt Only Them all day or anything.. yeah...
anyways! northern downpour as a funpoison song is fucking CRAZY dude bc like. that song more than anything just sounds like longing to me like its also hellooo tripping eyes and flooded lungs MORE FUEL FOR MY DROWNING FUN GHOUL FIRE!!! but its like. they just feel like the type of couple who no matter how much they actually love each other, always kind of exist in this perpetual state of broken up because there's these certain barriers theyve both put up that they REFUSE to let the other get past. and i think part of that comes from the fact that they each hold the other up on such a high pedestal. like in ttid i think i make it really clear from ghouls pov especially- he hates party because he thinks theyre perfect. they get everything they want, can do anything they want, they live and fight and breathe in a way thats impossible to ignore and the universe always seems to reward them just for existing and what pisses ghoul off the most if that he cant even say they dont deserve it. because he knows they help people. he knows theyre one of the biggest threats against bli. he knows theyre fucking dangerous and so even when hes looking at them like theyre every star in the sky, theyre gonna feel just as out of reach just as unattainable.
and of course it doesnt help that party looks at ghoul the same way. because its fun ghoul, how could they not look at someone so smart and desert wild and fearless without feeling like they pale in comparison with what little they have to offer. partys whole thing is that they protect the ones they love, but what is there to protect ghoul from that he has t already started down and spit in the face of? what is there to keep ghoul safe from other than themself? they wanna be with ghoul so fucking bad it makes them sick to think about. but hes already been so hurt by everyone and everything else in this goddamn desert, he doesnt deserve to be hurt by them too.
and so even when theyre with each other theres this disconnect because neither one can bring themself to give everything they want (everything they are) to the other, which in turn makes them feel like other other is even further away making them wanna put up more walls and more distance and they hide behind flirty banter and late nights playing games of chicken- will they wont they will they- until they fall asleep holding each other yet always seem to somehow wake up alone. my one and lonely
#asks#uhhh this turned into a lot but now im having More Thoughts SO IM GONNA GO WRITE NOW!!!#thank you kaz for making me love northern downpour EVEN MORE. didnt think it was possible but now i just KNOW im gonna cry the next time i#hear it#god i need to learn her on guitar so bad its not even funny#danger days#funpoison#party poison#fun ghoul
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ive been taking up the dashboard lately so please!! has anything specific about jesse and aj or mer been on ur mind recently??
I feel like I spend so much time talking about Jesse and AJ so I'm gonna make this a certified Meriwa & AJ-centric post!
Mer is a good relative. Not necessarily a conventionally good PARENT, but you could also argue the same for Jesse. The situation w/ these three is so nuanced but that's besides the point lmao. She curses a lot and thinks her omelets are better than Jesse's. She also thinks it's not a crime to put cheese and bacon into a pancake, they can be savory too "if you open your tiny mind". She hates the PTA moms of Skagway. She's thinking of going back to school. She's so good at being Jesse's friend and so annoyed abt that. She proclaims she's straight edge but gets scolded by AJ for smoking cigarettes. She has a strained relationship with her youngest sister and a relationship she's greatly missing with her oldest sister, who died not long before AJ was born. She loves her little sister Amlliq (pronounced um-sh-k; most just call her Billie) despite their struggles, because family is family. That, family being family, is a little part of the reason she comes back AJ's freshman year of high school.
I've talked a bit about her return but I can't emphasize enough just how much of a catalyst it was for things to start falling like dominoes for AJ. Jesse very gently and very carefully makes him aware of her presence in town, and makes it very clear that he does NOT have to meet her, he has NO obligation to invite her into his life at this point, and whatever AJ needs of him, he'll be right there. AJ is just like ty I appreciate all of that, I don't really wanna meet her but I think I need to hear what she has to say anyway and then decide. He appreciates just how honest she is about why she gave him up, why she's here now, if it's just because it seems "easier" now that he's older. She's basically just like listen I was in my early 20's, I had a lot going on, I still gave your dad a choice, I didn't even know I was pregnant until I went into labor. And AJ's like um okay PAUSE on that last one lmaooo. At the end of it Mer is like "I wouldn't hold it against you if you told me to fuck off. Just figured I'd try reaching out and see if you're open to building some sort of... something."
He doesn't at first, but once things fall apart with Jesse he starts spending a lot of time around her-- in the grand scheme, knowing what he knows, she suddenly becomes the lesser of two evils lol. He does end up enjoying their time together, she's functionally a cool big sister at this early stage of their relationship.
She knows, by the way. Meriwa's known about Jesse for a good long while and it's the other reason she decides to come back. That part gnaws at her; she knows he'd been troubled, but not much more than that. Her continued inaction the longer she knew about this without checking on AJ led to a growing guilt, which kind of paralyzed her further into not checking in, and so the cycle went for several years. Mer's well aware she herself is not perfect, and she has a brain, so the nuance of the Heisenberg chronicles was not lost on her. And then actually meeting AJ, seeing how he turned out, how he and Jesse interact... it was very relieving. At the same time, she doesn't question or judge when AJ needs that space from Jesse to come to grips with everything.
I feel I've already piled on a LOT of information but I wanna touch briefly on their first mother-son trip that I've mentioned before as well!! Summer before sophomore year she bring him to Fairbanks to meet the rest of her family. He has a lot of cool aunts and uncles and cousins, there're two cousins in particular around his age and he really enjoys getting to know them. His family is so big now!! And frankly he needs it, sad as the reality of it is he needs that breathing room from Jesse; the two need time to repair separately before they can come back together. He feels great warmth at having more family to be a part of, but throughout the trip starts to feel dejected and a little jealous over how doting, affectionate, and playful an aunt Meriwa can be to her youngest nieces and nephews. The pendulum of AJ's grandfather clock of angst is never not in motion and it's just frequently swinging back and forth between these two forces in his life: one that used to represent stability but now belies unrest; and one that used to represent the opposite but now hold the promise of something more permanent, but that scares him!! And with his state of disillusionment he's convinced it'll all fall apart at any second.
One day I'll talk more abt the dynamic btwn Jesse, AJ's godmother Delilah, and Meriwa, but that's a whole can of worms loll and would also mean I need to actually Talk abt Delilah, bc I never do for some reason but she's SO important in the AJ Lore
Some lightning round fun facts to tie this up:
She's had a passing interest in journalism and so that's what she's thinking of majoring in when she goes back to school-- Jesse always says WHEN not IF bc he fully believes Mer can do it and she'll absolutely kill it
She's closest with her uncle and her mother :')
AJ and Mer bond over their love for Brand New Eyes by Paramore but disagree on whether Danger Days is MCR's best album
Her pancakes are stellar, both of the sweet and savory variety, but she'll only make chocolate chip pancakes for the former. She refuses to get cc pancakes from diners bc they never put it in the batter and you can't just slather it on top what's even the point--
Mer doesn't put a label on it but she's bisexual, and is definitely sure Jesse is too. She'll lean over to AJ sometimes and be like, "Does he know..?" and AJ's like "Not a clue"
Have a silly aj & mer doodle!!
#mutuals#ask#kylejsugarman#alaska crew#oc aj#oc meriwa#finally got around to this ask JDFSKJHKSD ty for your patience
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not trying to sound rude or aggressive or anything i swear, but what exactly Is it abt like. eclipse and ruin in general that you have critiques of? i'm still trying to figure out exactly what i think of it myself - it wasn't ANYTHING like what i was expecting, and to be perfectly honest i was also one of the Book Doubters(trademark pending) so that was a huge culture shock to me as well. idk i go in-between being really impressed and really liking it, to being salty that it wasn't what I think a good chunk of ppl including myself were expecting? looks like there's gonna be more down the line as far as this SB storyline goes so i'm curious and cautiously optimistic. i'm not totally sold on the mimic yet but thats probably bc I haven't been reading the tales books. guess i should start now lmao
i should make it clear that i actually haven't finished ruin yet, which is why i've been holding back on talking about it -- i'm up to bonnie bowl! so i'll refrain from commenting on that, except to say that the gameplay is a massive improvement from sb and only has more minor design flaws vs the base game's... fundamentally broken, lmao. they listened to criticism, refined their ideas and executed them with the resources available, and they did it well! i have mostly positive things to say on that front, which is nice. :)
eclipse is harder to talk about because... like, to give you an idea of how badly it effected me: it pissed me off so bad i started dissociating for the rest of the night, gave me stress stomach-aches when I refused to stop playing and then woke me up at 6am this morning nauseous and in pain. and that's not me being a wimp, that's me experiencing somatization, which is a real thing that i struggle with a lot, so hopefully you can understand why I'm not exactly keen to talk about this? especially when literally every time i even try to someone gets mad at me for breathing. please keep this in mind as i go on to say: eclipse is ableist as fuck and completely inexcusable.
as presented within ruin's visit to the daycare, the dca is left in a state of disrepair after the earthquake and subsequent abandonment left the pizzaplex to fend for itself. they're trapped between their two personalities, with both of them insisting that they are the one who knows what they should do; sun wants to be a good boy and do arts and crafts and whatever, and moon wants to send everyone to bed, blah blah you know the drill. as you complete the segment sun and moon regularly argue with each other, with sun holding the upset moon back from attacking cassie as she reactivates the generators, turning the lights on and stunning moon long enough for her to whack him with the faz-wrench, forcing a system reboot... and he's immediately reborn as eclipse, a lovely and kind figure with no memories of anything that happened who gently escorts you out and wishes you well. he's fixed now, you see! you did it! you got rid of his evil split personality, you've made him normal again, and without the aberration that is plurality he has not a cruel bone in his body!
the implications of this are incredibly fucking obvious and deeply deeply upsetting, and why i'm gonna point-blank say i'm not entertaining further discourse over whether this is reaaaally ableist or if they reaaaaally meant for them to read as a system or... nope, it's done, we're not fucking going there. it doesn't matter what they intended -- what they intended is pretty obvious, actually; they've decided to tackle a subject they're incredibly ill-equipped to handle, and the result is a character -- descended from the visual language and cultural canon of tales like split and psycho -- whose arc concludes with the reveal that it was being a system that made them violent. and the boss fight was dumb and bad and ignored all the previously-explained mechanics of this character to do this. it is aggressively stupid fanservice that turns what was once simply "poor taste walking the line of good faith" into "actual offensive caricature with zero room for doubt", and the only thing more despair-inducing than this twist is the community of people gleefully eating it up as their yummy angst fuel for their ultimate comfort character. and i shouldn't be surprised, considering it's coming from the "how dare you ask me to examine why i find it scary when the dca experiences altered identity states" crowd, but i am, unfortunately, an idealist doomed to be let down by normies. huzzah.
as for the mimic: I'm perfectly fine with afton getting laid to rest (he deserves it!), I'm not one of those guys, but in its current iteration (and from my understanding of it) it suffers immensely from having literally zero reason to be doing any of this shit and being yet another rejection of the supernatural in favour of sci-fi bullshit. because it's from the novels and the novels are allergic to ghosts. and having your entire story drip-fed in mediocre spin-off novels filled with blatant fetish content marketed to naive twelvies is so obviously bad storytelling that i don't even think i need to get into the piss-poor prose and legitimately cruel messages to explain why i hate that one
#speaking!#discourse#asks#anon#ruin spoilers#long post#long long post#and i'm a fan of multimedia projects! i'm a vocaloid guy!#this is bad. it's a bad decision and we have the frights stannies to blame.#and also matpat can't forgive him#sorry this is so long again. promise i don't mean it#this shit just makes me see red#and i always lose the plot along the way#and like... requires so much emotional honesty#this isn't hypotheticals this is Me and my Personal Experience#i have to lay bare one of my deepest darkest secrets#for the examination of others#just to beg people to stop spitting on me#and they'll do it anyway.#because I'm just words on a screen.#I'm not saying you're a bad person for liking them#(although i have a low opinion of you for liking this twist. sorry)#but i am begging you to self-examine#and read into the issue. read some theory. it's good for you.#and read better fucking books
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reading progress: chapter 157
highlights (this book is my coworker now at least its pulling its weight edition)
144 all the drama about whose the strongest & hankim just owt what a laff. well about time to kill ya i think
yjh conflicted feelings abt kdj every time hes in strife ouagh
I do love the body swap take a load off buddy times
'but i wasnt the normal yjh' -> yjh cant come to the phone right now why cause hes dead consciousness isnt in control right now
dunno how to describe kdj attitude with nirvana other than 'dick swangin'
145 the fourth wall can eat now... (coping with frankly the most horrific scene this book has had for me)
146 unfortunately meta part of being on ch 146 of 550 is kdj is 'dead' and im just like omg ppl are telling this story are they <.<
god everyone is so sad about it tho. kdj what a shit
GOD why does yjh look upset!?! its a fucking mystery dokja
DEAD KDJ: The Hottest Commodity on the star stream
147 yeah yeah weve all seen the greek god family tree
goddesses who rip up homosexuals? Uriel SAYS WHAT??? JESUS CHRIST BOOK (cultist of Dionysus usually ripped up animals, i think goats, maybe pigs?, if you even care)
148 SWK!!! BABY BOY
god your so bad at reading yjh. why hes so upset WHO KNOWS (im not starting a counter for having that exactly note but u get it)
149 COPYRIGHT?
150 your just moving into a nebula together huh... uhauling...
eheh they are holding hands tho
152 wait is min jiwon dead -> terrified of the first significant and lasting character but given the genre idk if thats even a thing
record scratch... is kdj ugly cause his face has a perception filter
153 shin yoosung is his fucking daughter T_T
HSY + YJH epic sharing a boyfriend moments
155 blegh trans misogyny time i see
lhs: im just gonna keep grabbing you so i know ur still alive okay -> T_T
157 giving the demon earl yjh name is such a bitchy move. also. weird gay thing
rotating: trying to do anything other than the christian yaoi.... okay like the kdj schemes that leave everyone really grieving him for a week. thats hey dude. also his new "big constellation energy" he was already cocky... but okay lemme try and open the gate at least a little on nirvana. no i dunno just jesus fucking shit. the immortal versus mortal angst. in the philosophical sense. is always a pretty strong theme. definitely curious if this is just a domino for a further. something. also why didnt i note this.. but line smth like "no human can maintain philosophical outlook when facing death" pretty raw line and definitely an interesting position to take.
also in term of real rpm factor. like. as the notation frequency shows. yhj.... oh this man. far be it from me to be 1/4th thru a book and be like. oh im gonna have my own little interpretation of him. but i will be sitting in my little corner with my very specific reading on his behaviour thus far and ill just live like that. ill gladly wait for the irony to smack me in the face if im proven wrong. anyway this man is swooning and being romanced (unintentionally) by an idiot and i feel for him.
#some shit#orv blogging#sooo funny reading this like... im being gay baited arent i... am i. anyway.#at the point where i cant tell if im just reading the text as its obviously presented or ohoh funny little gay delusions#i do think theres a flavour of like. yjh of like 'i care about him and i want to punch him into the dirt about it' with maybe a side of#'i want to punch him. in the mouth. with my mouth' but maybe not#BUT HONESTLY. little vibey of like. he knows what hes feeling. kdj is just the idiot being like ohh no hes so angry.#guess ill find out huh
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me, realizing i was gon follow a few ppl but i dont have my verses or anything rly up yet: …. so anYWAYS
some fun things bc im not gonna be on a comp until tomorrow then ill only be here mon wednes and surprisingly fri/sat next week, maybe some lil funzies mostly abt cassie bc shes my baby
obvi (if u kno me if not welcome im brina my brain doesnt work) i have multiple verses im just dumb and havent posted them, i gotta rewrite a lot of them to be shorter too bc i give full character backstories for everything as it develops and ik most ppl dont wanna read that so it takes longer for me to do things bc im ‘tistic and short quick explanations is not my fortay. main doodads tho: 1, 3-7 are fantasy worlds specifically, 2 is overall in any world, 8 onwards is purely human verses
generally with other fantasy worlds, i’ll have it where cassie ended up in your universe. Whilst my Wonde/rland is largely built off my own thoughts and things now, and various points of lore, the 2009 S/yfy A/lice was a base for it. A/merican M/cgee’s Alice is the base inspo for Cassie’s cheshire cat, but she’s also her own thing. (fun fact: originally i was writing her as the d/ormouse from b/urtons wonderl/and, but as she grew further from that canon w my never writing in that universe, she became my own character ultimately and holds few similarities to her origin now, including species! but her twin brother is still ‘proper’ dormo/use, yes it makes sense, its more a title than a species in this world)
Cassie is… moldable, mentally, to say the least. When someone finds her in whatever world she ends up in, whether its a fantasy world or not (as she ofc just lives wherever in non fantasy aus) she.. tends to be easier to manipulate because she will get attached to people just for being nice to her. she isn’t used to it. it’s rare for there to be a universe where this isn’t an issue for her (also of note bc dual muse blog: willys the manipulator, and shes the manipulatee) honestly she’s morally grey anyways and doesn’t really understand morality as a whole, so if shes found by a villain and they just.. treat her like a person, she will get attached. and cassie being attached can be dangerous, not just for others, but for herself, because she’s loyal to a fault. if she makes friends w multiple ppl and they fight, she wont know what to do because she just can’t bring herself to believe either person is wrong. it’s also of note that in most fantasy verses, she’d been locked up, abandoned in a cell, for years. She doesnt tend to talk and, despite trying to push a tough and uncaring act, she’s still scared. she’s still traumatized. a lot of the time she wont even talk. this is the everything tab also so be aware she has a scar over her right eye, and her right eye is a silvery blue verses her normal blue eye. she’s also pretty much blind in her right eye, but the color is due to heterochromia. her twin brother has one blue and one green.
she is very noticeably neurodivergent when you talk to her, and as many fellow a/utistics point out, cats tend to have similar personalities to us anyways (ive seen a many point out that if you can handle a cats support needs you can handle ours lol). usually shes fixated on something, but she’ll also use trickery of the tongue to get out of things when need be. she’ll unintentionally speak in riddles that make perfect sense to her, but others feel a need to solve. however in most universes where she ends up there, i do it post her escaping after the prince of he/arts (who kept her captive for years) overthrows his mother. She ultimately traverses due to remaining look/ing glasses from before the land was taken by the Hearts. Meaning she cannot get back on her own. But, she also does not want to.
It’s very important for the author to be aware that she cannot tell a lie. Muses not understanding is fine, because how would they know when cassie doesn’t know her own heritage in most verses (o/uat is currently pmuch the only fantasy verse where she was raised by her parents, making her aware shes the princess of spades, and aware shes a witch, but still unaware that the reason she cant lie is because shes a fae halfling) Cassie is a Fae Halfling, and fae/witch hybrid. The Fae half itself is a hybrid of Seelie and Unseelie like her father. I use pieces of real lore and pieces of my own here, but it doesnt really come up in writing much anyways. but she cannot lie to anyone, it physically tears into her flesh the moment words leave her lips. the only thing she can do is use trickery words to mis-explain, and even then it can titter the line.
Her cheshire invisibility comes from shapeshifting to match her surroundings, but beyond that she mostly can just change her hair color, slightly change her face for short periods of time, or as most often used and the longest shes capable of holding, turning into a silver blue cat.
fae wise her powers are largely elemental, water focused, and she doesnt know how it works. the faerie power she has most control over involves her own blood, which she can turn into crystalized weapons when shes bleeding. most often she’ll be using her witch abilities. in some aus, your character may see she has strange looking bands on her wrists and locked into place, meant to look like bracelets but unable to be removed. They’re power blockers placed on her by the prince of h/earts to ensure she couldn’t break out again. they keep her from using her powers, from healing, and otherwise.
her makeup made her an omen to the remaining fae of wo/nderland, which there arent many left there. they wanted to slaughter her father as well, but never managed to make it as he was too brutally powerful for them, either. The Fae had believed a seelie/unseelie hybrid, let alone a fae/witch hybrid, would bring death upon the whole of their kind. Ironically… Cassie’s technically a necromancer, and can give part of herself to bring others back to life permanently, or use weaker magic to bring them back temporarily. As such, when she dies, she tends to always come back, and oft with more power than before, and even less self control. She’s also the only reason her twin brother is still alive, but he wont admit to that.
purely human verses, she still doesn’t lie, but it largely relates more to the a/utism than anything else. she doesn’t like to lie in the first place, but has little qualms about confusing others when they get confused by her speaking normally. she doesn’t see a point in fixing that, especially when she can simply say a confusing, convoluted version of the truth to get out of actually admitting anything.
usually, because when i first wrote her a few years ago i actually combined her and this canon iteration (as shes basically what cassie would become if pushed fully to the limit) whos name i took, i’ll have her be the adopted daughter (and bio relative) of A/lcina D/imitrescu, with her sharing that name. Meaning she’s in her family’s wine business. She’s much more distrusting of men, between nearly being killed by one after watching him kill most of her family, kidnapped by him for blackmail until she found a way out, and her mother (alcina’s) own severe hatred of them. but still, honestly, if you’re nice to her she’s probably gonna get confused and fall for it.
theres also verses w @mastermiinded where shes E/llington F/eints daughter, thats probably the most normal cassie you’ll ever get if you want those but also she has a mom who loves her and was raised in a universe heavily involving a cult. she’s kind of bitchier tbh LOL
funnily enough, she is still always ready to attack at any given moment.
she knows a lot of knife tricks, and many would argue she likely belongs in a circus of some sort. she doesn’t like that argument, but she does know how to do multiple knife tricks, swallow swords, and do various slight of hand tricks. all while being blind in her right eye.
put in a multitude of self defense training, and for a brief time was even made her mothers bodyguard, she knows how to fight and she knows how to kill. whether or not she wants to is its own debacle.
if someone is out to get her and sb else tries to help, shes not gonna be cool w it bc she doesnt want others risking themselves for her, and it makes her feel like shes been kidnapped and locked up all over again.
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sweetie!! how r u holding up? my heart is shattered w all that's been happening but i hope that u're staying safe & hanging in there!!! it's scary it's infuriating it's very troubling but i'm wishing u good things always, regardless of what ur future plans might be. i'm rooting for u & the love that u & ur beloved share. it might take a bit of work to get there but i believe that u will!! i can only hope that my words can help even the tiniest bit, even for just a short moment. just please be careful my dear, remember that u aren't alone in this!! if u need time off i can truly understand that but stay informed!! u can do this luv. i'm sending all the love & warmth i can give to u, ur beloved, as well as shadow!! 🌷🌷💘 i miss u too & u r my tumblr bestie also!!! i appreciate u a whole lot!!! <3
– rin/@barbwife 🌷 (from my main & also. i have two baby bunnies now!!! 🐰🐰 they've been taking up my time lately & hoping to tell u more abt them soon!!)
Hey!! I missed you so much 💞. And we're doing as good as we can be right now, all things considered. We've calmed down and are trying to come up with a plan if things go further south. And your kind words did help a lot. The people in our lives don't really care about that or aren't saying anything, so hearing someone say they're rooting for us and our lives was really sweet. Not gonna lie, I actually teared up quite a bit reading this. I hope whatever plans we make end up working out too. And I definitely plan on staying informed and staying on tumblr a bit to try and calm my mind down. I mean, it's kinda hard to stress on tumblr when my timeline is full of Obey Me boys either being cute or getting railed 😂.
Oh and I have wonderful news about Shadow!! The vet upped his medicine cause it wasn't working the best and now he's doing absolutely perfect!!! He's using the bathroom as much as he should be, he has a good appetite, and he's back to being our sweet and spicy meatball ❤. And I would love to hear about your baby bunnies!! Bunnies are so cute, and I completely understand why they would take up so much time. Taking care of multiple small creatures takes more time than some people realize
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please PLEASE write more abt bully bkg!!! what happened next?? what did kiri do omg
tw ;; mild toxicity, bully!bkg, kirishima being a shit, fem!reader 18+, spanking, oral (f!recieving), bkg accidentally worships your pussy instead of punishing you :/, unprotected sex, praise kink
PT. 1
a/n ;; have i mentioned he makes me absolutely out of my mind yet? have i said that?!??#?$#
i think we’ve established about the two of them enough by now so here’s how i picture it.
like i said before - bkg is a campus athlete, popular and well-rounded and all around has that like image to him and so when he essentially confesses to you after fucking you stupid in the library, that’s basically him making you his girlfriend. you don’t know that for a long time but we’ll get there later.
anwyays.. right after he fucks you nice n full of his cum, he slides your panties and shorts right back on and snickers as he watches you struggle to get to your feet before eventually helping you. he keeps your bra as a punishment and makes you keep his hoodie, almost biting you when you try and take kirishimas to return it to him. he’ll do it himself, don’t test him.
when you’re all dressed - he makes you pack up and ends up walking you to your dorm room in the middle of the night (which you beg him to not do) but he’ll be fucking damned if anything bad happens to you. it’s his version of affectionate but you don’t know that yet so you’re mostly awkwardly trying to dodge him on the way back BUT he’s still bkg so when he notices that he yanks you.
he makes you hold his arm and licks your cheek cause he’s such a fucking dick. hits you with a “get used to it, princess” with the most condescending tone. but he’s being so serious. you just think he’s teasing you but he’s not.. he means it. get used to him, basically because now he’s a constant presence in your life.
he drops you off in front of your dorm and you’re about to wave him off but before you can go he grabs your waist and basically dips you for a kiss. and it’s so good - fuck, you wish you could say you hated it. but bakugou is experienced as much as he’s mean so he kisses you like his life depends on it, his fingers digging into your sides and his tongue in your mouth. you almost forget your in public until he pulls you back up
he gives you a little breathless grin, patting your cheek with his hand and telling you “get cleaned up, dumbass” which is his way of telling you to get home safe.
and you do get to your empty dorm. you take a shower and just kinda reflect on the actualy fuck transpired cause you were pretty positive he wanted you in a casket but?!?!?! you fucked him and he kissed you? so ????
youre in the middle of your exams and you’re honestly tired since you got fucked within in an inch of your life so you shower and just.. go to sleep. in his hoodie cause it smells good and it’s big and comfy and you’re like... thinking about it really hard but it just makes your headache.
you conclude after a lot of tossing and turning that he’s probably still just trying to fuck around with you and maybe thinks you’re an easy lay. you can’t say you aren’t since you were willing and ready for him (the thought of how easily you gave in has you flustered)
you sleep, eventually. and you wake up the next morning not really expecting much. you don’t have bkgs number or anything so you just.. continue with your day as is. unlucky for you - you have classes with bakugou and kirishima
but you don’t think it’ll be all that different. still so non-chalant. and you go to class that day dressed normally - with bakugous hoodie in hand.
you sit in your regular seat that day and this is your first mistake.
kirishima is in class before bakugou is. and he is.. as always, a little shit. so he pulls up right beside you because even though bkg is pissed at kiri - they are besties so he tells him everything. kirishima wont tease you abt it and u still think kirishima is quite nice and handsome so you’re pleased to greet him.
ah.. another mistake on your behalf. this action WILL have consequences.
kirishima gets so cozy with you btw. he loves that you’re so comfy w him - strokes his ego so good. and he chats you up for a better part of the hour before your morning class.
he makes jokes and smiles and laughs and thinks about how easy it would be snatch you from bakugou and keep you to himself. he’s not good enough of a person to leave you alone.
aaah kirishima is a sweetheart and he treats you well. so when you feel his hand on your thigh underneath the table - rubbing little circles into your knee, you don’t even notice. and when he gets super close to you to hear you talk - telling you your voice is too soft even tho a class is empty, you let him.
and when you point out that ppl keep staring and whispering you, he tells you to ignore them and you do. you ignore the whispers and even the click of camera.
it’s only when you hear bakugou that you get a strange feeling in your gut. he stomps into the classroom - vicious. his schedule is so busy he normally doesn’t get to lounge around before class making sure to keep everything tight
but he got.. many messages about how you and kirishima were seating today. mostly from kami who likes to cause problems - he decided he should get there a lil early
well.. lo and behold he does - and he finds you and kirishima looking incredibly cozy with each other. and kirishima being.. kirishima - is the first to see him and he shoots his beloved friend the most smug fuckin smile.
bkg is pissed, naturally and stomps his way over to the two of you. he’s doing the thing again where he’s icy mad. he doesn’t even bother w kirishima and there’s a whole crowd around the three of you.
“get your shit,” he demands, clearly seething. you give him a wild look, noticing the now obvious tension before being completely confused. you’re about to protest w him but he sends you a spine-chillingly glare.
your whole class watches as he yanks you by the wrist out of the classroom as kirishima sits back and gives u a little wave. ur lost. obviously. and once you leave the classroom ur like “where are we going?”
the answer is to bakugous very nice car - a custom c3 corvette. he opens the door and stares you, grabbing your bags and taking them to the trunk. but u stand ur ground, cross your arms over your chest like
“what are we doing out here?”
bkg doesn’t hesitate in pushing you up against his car, his hands on your waist and his teeth nipping at your neck - sore from old bruises. and you gasp when you feel his fingers dig into your hips, all tongue and teeth.
“the fuck did i say about you cozyin’ up t’ that shitty haired bastard yesterday,”
this makes you swallow because bakugous mouth is travelling further and further and his hands are getting more bold. and you shiver, something hot and heavy in your core cause fuck he’s so possesive over you. it makes you dizzy, something sticky and warm in you.
“i.. i d-didn’t think you were being s..serious yesteryday”
he growls a little against your throat.
“guess i’ll have to teach you another lesson. im gonna get in the car and then you are. easy enough, nerd?”
you can’t do anything but nod and watch him open the car doors. when he gets in you follow and within the blink of an he manuevers you till your over his lap. you let out a loud yelp as his strong hands come down on your ass. still clothed.
you let out a soft yelp - a noise of surprise at the sudden sensation and you feel bkg bend down to speak in your ear.
“wanna act like a fuckin’ brat and flirt with your boyfriends friends? fine. i’ll fuck that shitty ass attitude right out of you,”
the firs thing you think is “boyfriend?!” but your voice gets muffled when you feel bakugou pull down your bottoms along with your panties. his hands are so strong and so big - long thick fingers covered in callouses from playing so many games. you can’t help but squirm under his touch, a growing wetness making your stomach clench.
he’s so so mean about it yk? a big strong hand smacking against your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. he chuckles when you whine, when your body shivers - bare cunt expose to him and nothing else. a wave of humilation floods through you.
“‘s not my fault you’re like this y’know? all you gotta do is follow instructions - i know you now how to fucking do that, right? always bein’ so prissy,” ― bakugou tsks, smacking your ass hard before spreading your cheeks out. he admires the way your cunt trembles with mean laugh ― “but you wanna go flirt with shitty hair that much, huh?”
you’re gonna protest and tell him it’s not even like that.. which makes you question why’re so eager to go with his demands. but the words get lost as the sound of spanks slowly drift and it’s just bakugou admiring your ass. he didn’t really get a good chance too when he was fucking you yesterday but now he’s got eagles on you n your pretty little cunt.
“never gonna let anyone touch your pretty little pussy but fuckin’ me,” ― and he groans, sliding his fingers through your folds ― “fuck.. fuck”
you’re not expecting much but within another few seconds you’ve got your cheek pressed to the glass window, ass up and body folded with your cunt directly in bkgs face. you’re not rlly sure why this was happening because you were sure you were getting punished. and maybe the humilation of having your face pressed to glass is enough
but it doesn’t negate the fact bkg is tongue deep in your cunt. both hands massaging your ass - spreading your lips apart so he can get into fucking deeper. sliding his tongue against your folds and slurping on your clit until you’re jolting with pleasure like you’ve never known before in your life. you’re moaning so loud the whole campus could probably fucking hear but bkg doesn’t care and doesn’t stop
and your thighs give out, he goes from eat it from the back to getting underneath you and has you sitting on his face. you just keep cumming and bakugou is rock fucking hard - but he doesn’t even bother jerking himself off. he spends all of his time n effort worshipping your sweet cunt
you cum on his face so many times you’re completely limp by the time he sticks his dick in you. but it feels so good when he does that too - oversenstive walls stretched out his big cock, a hand on your sides as he shifts you into missionary.
he doesn’t even intend to make you cum again but the position has him so deep in your cervix that you do and he’s so close. and when bkgs close, he’s fucking obscene.
but it’s not all that vulgar like you’re expecting and that makes you fucking whine. hearing bakugou praise you and your pussy does something terrible to your brain and in your fucked out haze - arms around his shoulders, you’re fucking whimpering.
and bkgs just in your ear like
“such a sweet fuckin’ girl for me, taking my dick so damn good, haah fuck. all mind. know how to behave when i fuck you like this don’t you? be a good girl and take it all.. there you go, just like that,”
when he cums inside of you he stays there for a while and stares at your completely gone expression. it’s unusually soft and you wont see it often but he grabs your face and kisses you hard
“you’re my girlfriend now you fuckin’ dweeb so start fuckin’ acting like it yeah?”
you whine and nod, unable to refuse even if u want too
“yeah..yeah”
#bully!bkg#prettyboy.thirsts#bnha x reader#bakugou x reader#return to sender#this is not proof read at all im losing my mind.#dubcon cw#toxic cw
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voyeur | m. izuku
➳ tags ;; sub!izuku, dom!reader, watching hentai together?, reader is mean and nice </3, quirkless college au!izuku, corruption kink/religious guilt, unprotected sex/creampies, established relationship, afab reader
➳ wc ;; 2.1k
➳ a /n ;; @/sems-diarie made a post abt this a while ago n my brain wouldn’t let it be so. here we are </3
➳ plot ;; izuku didn’t sneak you into your dorm to watch.. this with you. but he has a habit of letting you do what you like.
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This is embarassing.
He knows this is embarassing - more embarassing than he really cares to admit to. He should really know better by now then to let you do as you please. You’re always stringing him along with your schemes and plans and he loses sight of his morals. His standards.
Then again, he doesn’t have any at this point. The point of him paying for this single dorm was so that he could have space to focus. It wasn’t to sneak you in when his R.A. wasnt looking. Even more then that, it wasn’t to do.. whatever this was.
It’d be one thing if he was having sex. That’s a normal thing to do in college, to sneak your partner in and smash. But you’re you, and all you ever seem to have planned for him are hair-brained schemes. It’s what this feels like - when you sit on his twin size bed and pat the empty space next to you. The distrust in his expression makes you laugh.. He sighs and does what you’ve asked.
“What’re you doing?”
He sounds exasperated. You laugh - too pleasantly for him to be comfortable. You type something into the search bar. Green eyes widen, skin warm and blushing.
“Wh-what’re you doing?”
You laugh as you prop the computer on the bed. You grin at him, tucking yourself under his arm. The website mocks him, all black background and animated women with huge tits covering the screen edge to edge.
“You know something, after you’re done using incognito mode - you’re supposed to switch out to regular search, you know,” you explain. Your hand rests on his thigh. Deku freezes.
The sound of your voice has always been something of a vice. It gets a little raspy like this - sultry in a way that has him squirming. He doesn’t know what to do. He can feel the heat of your body.
“Would you know my surprise when I borrow your phone to look up when the convience store closes,” you inch closer, press further “only to see..”
He knows what you saw before you announce it. His skin feels like it’s on fire, tuning out whatever description you’ve been giving of what he chose to watch.
Maybe it was the way he was raised - but he always had such a specific sort of guilt towards pornography. Always told himself he shouldn’t watch things like that, shouldn’t touch himself. Izuku had always been a good, well-behaved boy. Done the right thing even when it was hard.
Meeting you had changed that, changed him. He found his body craving you when he couldn’t control it and he ended up here - watching porn and jerking off with his shirt in his mouth. It’s all come back to haunt him, really.
“I’m not mad, y’know,” ― and your tone goes soft - it’s assuring enough that Izuku can whimper out an okay, but you’re not done ― “I’m just curious. Can’t we watch it together?,”
“That’s ― !”
You flutter your lashes him.
“That’s?”
He has a million words that he can say. That he should say. Bad, wrong, immoral. Words that belong at the end of the sentence to describe what he’s doing with you and what he’s considering.
None of that comes out.
“That’s.. too much”
You grin at him.
“Do you not want too?”
“..I didn’t say that, it’s just -”
Your hand squeezes his thigh until your stiletto's dig into them. Your mouth trails his jaw with hot, open mouth kisses until your turning his head to face you. A hand splayed on his face, tongue deep in his mouth. French kissing makes him pant - hands twitching eagerly to touch you. He watches, dazed - the spit trail of saliva that stretches between you two.
He’s so easy, it’s cute. You press forward with a chaste kiss.
“Show me what you were watching, Izuku,”
His hand trembles as he leans forward. He remembers the title - doesn’t know if that’s good or bad. Within seconds, it shows up and he clicks. You lean forward too, observing the tags with a small smile on your face.
“Milf, NTR, Gangbang,”
“S-stop reading them!”
You giggle.
Without warning - you press play. Izuku finds himself frantic. Worried about the sound, the time, all of it - but you don’t seem to care. The AD comes on and you skip that too. It’s on. A familiar arousal blooms in his chest, the memory of what he’d seen appearing. You settle between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. You bring his hands around your waist.
“Let’s watch ~”
Izuku face twists with displeasure. The plot nothing to ride home about - a lonely housewife goes out to a club and finds someone to take care of her needs. At first it’s just one stranger at the club - then two, then she’s surrounded and its too much.
Izuku assumes you’re gonna find him disgusting, but when he looks at your face - you’re smiling, heart-beating in your chest. His eyes blow wide when you take his hand between your legs. You’re wet and you’re letting him touch you and he’s trying his hardest not to show how much he’s shaking.
A little sigh of pleasure leaves your mouth when Izuku very carefully rubs your clit. It throbs under the pressure of big fingers - you hold his wrist and moan. He can hear the porn in the background but it doesn’t serve to distract him from you.
“You want me to go n’ get fucked by a bunch of strangers, ‘zuku?”
He shakes his head furiously.
“Then you just like watching depraved shit, huh?”
Unable to argue with you or with the the way his cock twitches and jumps in his jeans, he opts to whine. You can feel his it against your lower-back, the little wet-spot that presses to your thin tshirt. He’s too turned onto think properly - watching the way your body jerks and twitches.
The woman on screen is stuffed to the brim with cock - it’s all over exaggerated he knows, but he thinks that’s why he likes it. Maybe he just likes the idea of fucking someone that stuffed fulled of cum, how it leaks and pours onto every surface and the way her cunt just seems to take it. And Izuku is such a good, well behaved boy - it’s never crossed his mind to think about doing it to you.
And no, he doesn’t really want to see you get fucked by so many men but if there were more than one of him he’d be more than inclined to let you. His chest feels tight forgetting to breath.
He thinks maybe you’re some kind of witch because you always seem to know what he wants before he does. The right way to push all of his buttons.
“Oh, I see’ ― and he’s afraid of whatever words come out of your mouth next ― “you wanna fuck me full of your cum, Izuku? Wanna know how it feels raw?”
He moans - loud and shameless and needy against your ear. A breathless laugh leaves your mouth because that’s exactly what he wants. He wants to fuck you full of cum, just picturing how good it might feel.
You sit up on your knees and bend over a little - pulling short-shorts beneath the curve of your ass and thickest parts of your thigh. Your panties are drenched, clinging to your folds. He inhales sharply, frozen till as you lean forward - pulling them to one side.
“Take your cock out ‘n fuck me then, baby” ― you challenge, dark and dangerous. Everything about you is so sinful and too tempting for him to ignore. His cock aches ― “Do your best”
His body moves before he has a proper chance to feel shame. Whatever devils been whispering in his ear (read: you) has won whatever leftover dignity he has left. Without a proper word, his cock stands to attention. His hands are fidgety but they mange to settle on your waist. He guides you down on his dick, bottom lipped pulled between his teeth hard enough to draw blood.
“Oh, fuck”
He’s going to cum right away if he doesn’t take a breather. This is the first time he’s feeling you, and it feels so much better than he could understand. The lingering thoughts of the dangerous act silence by how tight and how wet and how willing your pussy is for him. The way your walls twitch - ache shamelessly around his cock. He’s fucking sliding in and out of you - it feels like a special privilege he’s done nothing to earn.
He’s shivering, over and over. When he looks down, he’s not all the way in. He’s not sure if he’s praying to god for the right reason - for forgiveness. All he can think about is how good it feels to be inside and how he absolutely doesn’t want to do anything else.
“How’s it feel, Izuku?”
He groans at the sound of your voice, the way you clench down on him and stretch so tightly around his shaft. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of your cunt - like heaven and silk.
“F-feels so, so good”
Part of you thinks you should ride him, but another part of you is more interested in seeing how he fucks you. You snap the laptop closed and push it to the other side of the bed, before flipping around and laying on your back. His cock slips out and he snaps into reality - the way you have your legs in the air and your arms out.
“I’ll let you fuck me as many times as you want today,” ― your legs reach and wrap around his waist, easily forcing his cock back inside ― “go on,”
Izuku is a mess, really. His pants are only half-way pulled down and he’s wearing a nerdy graphic t-shirt. He’s borderline in hysterics over how good your pussy feels and can’t do anything other than thank you repeatedly and fuck you with an animalistic need. It’s clumsy like you’d expect, but he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm.
His cock is long and pretty - hits every spot you need it too. Izuku fucks you with shallow, sloppy thrusts - so needy and chasing his orgasm. Selfish and inexperienced. Every time he pushes forward, you can feel he’s throbbing. Aching to cum inside and unload.
You reach a hand between the two of you to finish on your own time - planning on cumming before him. He doesn’t seem to care.
“Ngh, ohh my god, feel’s’good”
“Yeah? Gonna cum inside me, handsome? Makin’ such a pretty face for me”
His stomach churns at the way you call him pretty. It sounds so sweet and adoring - but he knows that you’re a bully. He knows that about but fucks you with all his strength anyways - overly frustrated and fucked out of his mind by the feeling. Like a drug. He likes you so much he feels stupid over it.
“Yeah, yeah ‘m gonna”
Your own orgasm washes over you in a pleasant wave, squeezing his cock with force. He gasp and goes faster - all the thoughts washed away from his head. He needs to finish more than he needs anything. More than he needs to sleep for his 6am work-out and 8am class. More than he needs to be quiet because the walls of his dorm are paper thin. More than he needs to exercise self-control, he needs to cum so fuckin bad.
“Look at me,”
He follows your command, like always - and you look amused and fucked out just like he is. And Izuku has really never been this into anyone before so seeing you evokes feelings he can’t understand.
“Oh, fuuck“
Briefly he understands that he really just came by looking at you, but nothing really makes sense to him. His eyes are heavy and he’s drooling onto your shoulder, spasming and clinging to your body with the most needy little whimpers. It’s so lewd, how he can feel his cum spurt out and coat your insides and his cock. It’s all so sinful but it feels so good, he can’t bring himself to care.
“So,” ― you smile, full of mischief ― “if you want to be like that, we’ve got a few rounds to go”
Izuku splutters at your comment and you laugh. He knows you’re not joking and he whines. You really are a bad influence on him. But with the way his cock is twitching to life again..
He might not be any better.
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ur requests are open! love ur writing. what abt being on a boring ass stakeout in a car w/ bucky and things get....you know 👀
wc: 804
warnings: smut, oral (m receiving), semi public sex
It started innocently, for the most part. You and Bucky in the front seat of a dinky Toyota, dressed in dark colors, talking to Steve and Natasha through your earpieces, telling them what you see.
You’ve done a good job with keeping your relationship a secret—waking up early to go back to your own places after spending nights together (Steve insists on daily morning runs with Bucky), sneaking kisses only when you’re sure you’re alone—but you’re considering risking it tonight. There’s something about the way that his black t-shirt hugs his biceps and contours his broad chest that’s driving you crazy.
It’s been about an hour with absolutely nothing new to report to the team about your subject; no lights turned on, no shadows in windows, nobody arriving or leaving. They even notified you that you’d have to click the small button on the comms that makes a dinging noise on their end to alert them of anything, because they’d no longer be listening every second.
Perfect opportunity.
You start with a hand just above his knee, and he thinks nothing of it. That it’s sweet, even. He smiles, but keeps his eyes trained on the apartment you’re meant to be watching.
“Bucky.” You say quietly, just loud enough to get his attention.
“Yeah?” He looks to you, scanning your face as if to detect anything wrong.
You slide your hand up his thigh, toward his crotch, and raise your eyebrows slightly, to ask if he wants you to go further. He only nods.
You undo the button and zipper of his dark jeans with only your left hand, leaning over the console to kiss at his neck. You palm him through the fabric, listening to him moan softly and shift uncomfortably when his cock strains against the restrictive garment.
“Take it out, Buck.”
He swallows hard and lifts his hips slightly, enough to be able to pull down his pants and boxers. He frees his cock, which stands straight up against his stomach. You put a knee beneath yourself to be able to reach his lap, and you look up at him before spitting on his cock. You watch his eyelids flutter, like he needs to blink but doesn’t want to look away.
Licking a stripe up the vein on the underside, you hold the base of his cock and promise yourself you’ll do this quickly, both because you’re in public and because your leg will surely be asleep soon. You swirl your tongue around the tip before you take it in your mouth and suck gently, pumping the rest of him with the hand that’s already there.
“God,” He whispers, “fuck, Y/N.”
You only hum against him, which earns a cautious, breathy chuckle.
The first time you did this was on your second date, when he brought you back to his place and gladly let you suck him off against the inside of his front door. He was much more shy then—didn’t know what to do with his hands, painfully still, eerily quiet—but he’s definitely gotten comfortable with it. Now, he’s not afraid to grab handfuls of your hair, or to tell you how good it feels to have your mouth around him.
You push yourself further down, relaxing your throat, breathing through your nose, hollowing out your cheeks. You bob your head up and down at a pace that allows you enough breath, but still drives him crazy. His long fingers tangle in your hair and he tilts his head back, letting it hit the headrest behind him.
You take him out of your mouth, continuing to stroke him, twisting your wrist, swiping your thumb over the tip, squeezing lightly. You kitten-lick the head while you look up at him, and you take it into your mouth again when you’re ready, moaning around him and sending vibrations down his length.
His eyes squeeze shut and he lets his jaw fall open while you continue sucking and licking, pushing him closer to the edge. He looks so pretty when he’s about to cum—his face tense, fingers rigidly wrapped around your hair, chest heaving. It’s a sight to behold.
“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He whines, inadvertently bucking his hips into your mouth when he shifts in his seat. You keep working him with your mouth and hand until you taste him, salty and warm. He shoots ropes of cum into your mouth, and you swallow what you can, which is most of what he gives you.
A drop lands on his pants, and another on your chin. You smile and collect it with your finger, sucking it off and swallowing that, too. He looks at the stain on his pants after he pulls them back up and wonders how he’ll explain it to anybody who asks.
You shrug. “Could be salad dressing.”
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Warnings: SMUT, insecurities but mark just needs a lil reassurance abt how good he makes you feel, finger fucking/sucking, he cums in his pants, fluff bc yall r in love love <3
Mark knows he's being irrational about this whole ordeal. One conversation shouldn't be getting under his skin like it is, but this one thing seems to be knocking at the forefront of his brain, throwing him out of focus as of late.
So what, you masturbate. It's normal, he's not there all the time, of course you do. He does too, but he also becomes outrageously horny everytime he so much as thinks about your skin or the way you kiss him. And it's safe to say he thinks about you alot. Alot alot.
"It's different, though? I'm a guy, we jerk off an outrageous amount," he argues, furrowing his eyebrows as you stare up at his pacing form from the bed, grinning. He's cute when he's flustered.
"And girls just...aren't supposed to get horny without the help of a guy?" You inquire.
He stops pacing at this, slumping his shoulders. "that's not what I mean, I just-" he sighs, plopping himself next to you on the edge of the bed. He chews on the inside of his lip for a moment before shaking his head.
"Nevermind, I'm just tired." He runs his fingers through his disheveled hair, looking at you apologetically with his big doe eyes.
You're still amused, giggling as you reach over to cup his rosy hued cheeks, pulling him to your mouth for a kiss.
"A little toy could never replace you, my love."
You'd reassured him that night by wrapping your lips around his dick, and he was too lost in the belly aching anticipation and bliss of it all, to really pay attention to what it was you'd just said.
A little toy.
He hasn't stopped thinking about it. It's both slightly irritating, while also being the new source of his sexual frustration when he's supposed to be practicing. He thinks it may be more irritating than the ladder though, because as much as he hates to admit it, he is a jealous creature.
It's silly, childish and he knows it. Maybe that's why he's so unsettled by this, because he knows that you love him. He knows you like his dick, from what you've expressed. But, maybe he's doing something wrong?
Maybe you just don't want to to wound his ego, and instead act like his dick is enough to satisfy you. Of course, he knows some sensations are better than others, but how often do you need to touch yourself? Does he not please you enough in the moments you two are together?
These questions still nag him when he walks into your apartment at around 7:35 pm, causing worry to crease between his brows.
You, of course, pick up on this when you round the corner from your bedroom to see him making his way towards you, lost in thought. Your arms snake around his middle and your lips place a kiss to his jaw. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
"What's got you all mopey?" You ask, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort in his eyes, only to be stumped by his undreadable expression. Maybe he's just had a long day?
He hums, broken from his self depricating reverie, evidently not realizing he's wearing his emotions so blatantly.
"Nothin' just tired, wanted to come home." He buries his face in the crook of your shoulder once you've pulled him into your room, his breath warm against your neck.
You must've just taken a shower, skin the scent of his favorite soap that always has him sniffing you randomly throughout the day. He squeezes you tighter.
You kiss the side of his head, reluctantly pulling yourself away only to grab his hands and move to the bed, not believing that there's nothing more than just fatigue that's got his usual goofy smile hidden behind such a frustrated countenance.
You crawl onto his lap once his back is against the headboard, his hands slipping underneath your shirt to rub your back, a habit when he's nervous. He knows what's coming, already avoiding your eyes.
"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong, Mark Lee? No excuses, this time." You mean business, but your voice is still as soft and comforting as ever. He can't resist looking up at you once you stroke his cheek with your thumb, featherlight.
With a drawn out breath, he reluctantly responds, knowing it'll only eat at him further if he doesn't.
"It's just....I feel like maybe I don't do enough for you...sexually? Like, I know everyone masturbates and It's totally fine you use a toy and stuff, I just feel like...like maybe It's better than...than what I can do? I know I'm not the most experienced but-"
He's stuttering, ears tomato red at the tips and he's a bit perplexed to see such a jubilant smile spreading across your face as he rubs the back of his neck, embarassed beyond belief.
"Mark..." you cup his soft, blazing cheeks in your palms, forcing him to meet your gaze as squeamish as he's suddenly become. "you're that upset over something like this?"
You don't sound judgemental nor teasing, despite the way you're grinning. But still, he wants to hide his face, wants to bow his head in shame. Suddenly he feels very foolish.
Not being able to stand seeing him so crestfallen, you reassure him, trurthfully. Your heart aches.
"Hey hey, look at me bub," wide doe eyes stare back at you, as you move some of his hair out from in front of his forehead where the strands have fallen. "you are more than enough, so good that when you're away I cant stand it. I have to touch myself, and I'm not just saying that."
His expression has regained some confidence, though you're not done yet. You've got this determination swirling in the pit of your belly, thrumming through your veins. You want him to know how truly incredible he really is, how good he really makes you feel.
"I think about your hands, your mouth, your dick. And you know what? By the end of it I'm not even satisfied, because that little toy isn't you. Do you understand? Hmm? Or do I have to show you?"
Suddenly his heartbeat is loud in his ears, adams apple bobbing as he swallows. He's hardened underneath you and you known that you've got him.
"I-I understand, now. But you could still show me, you know. If you want." His voice is a little unsteady but the corners of his soft, pink mouth twitch at the corners with an echo of a smile.
It's too much, Mark Lee absolutely will be the death of you. And so you kiss him, in a way that has his toes curling and his arms wrapping around your middle like a boa, refusing to let go.
Your fingers are tiwsted in his hair as you suck on his plush bottom lip, a gasp leaving his throat when your teeth nibble the sensitive skin. He can feel your hardened nipples through your sweater, pressing against his chest.
Your knees have tightened around the small of his waist as well, crotch rubbing against the strained bulge in his basketball shorts. You whine into his mouth.
"Mm, you should feel how wet you make me," his hands venture lower at this, until his warm fingertips are pressing into the flesh of your thighs. "go ahead Markie, touch me."
He groans, not being able to hold it back from his chest at the sound of your voice and your generous offer. His fingers, delicate and eager rub your pussy through your lounge shorts, and his jaw slacks a bit at your lack of underwear.
Your tongue slips against his, mouths parted and greedy while he slips his hand into the warmth of your shorts - and practically whines.
He wasn't expecting the abundance of your essence, the utter and complete lack of friction as his digits glide effortlessly through your silken folds. He takes his ring finger and presses the pad of it against your entrance, circling and listening to the lewd, slick sounds.
"Oh fuck," he croons free hand on your lower back and urging you against his touch. "you're s-so wet already, how are you so wet?" He's mystified, and completely fucked.
"I told you." You kiss him again, swallowing his reply and grinding your pussy against his palm. Without warning, he slips a finger in, and then another, falling apart at the way your walls so eagerly welcome them. He trembles.
"Mm, Mark." You're reaching down, underneath his arm and gripping his length, hot in your hand underneath the slinky material of his shorts. He twitches.
Suddenly his fingers are curling inside of you, and he begins to languidly pump them in and out of your sopping heat, on fire from his toes to the top of his head. You have to grip onto his shoulders, momentarily forgetting your previous endeavor of palming his dick.
He doesn't mind, not when you're whining like this, fingers digging into his skin, your body rocking against his while your walls hug and squeeze around his digits.
"Does it feel good?" He asks genuinley, but already knows the answer, too high off of this moment to not want his ego stroked. Your eyebrows are furrowed, lips kiss bitten, skin hot to the touch. You can barely make out an answer, and he swears all the blood in his body rushes straight to his dick.
"S-so good Markie - harder, please." You bury your face in the crook of his shoulder as tour thighs tremble around his narrow hips, lips trembling against his throat. He obliges you happily, anything to have you wilting against him like this. To hear more of the sounds you're making, for him.
Anyone outside the door would know whats going on, with the squelching of your wetness and the vigor in which he's fucking you with his fingers, heel of his palm nudging your clit with each thrust. You already feel that pit of pressure inside your belly expanding, so close to the brink of exploding.
He's fairing the same, if he's honest. You're rubbing up against the painful, throbbing boner in his bottoms, hidden behind only a thin layer of clothing. Your juices have leaked, leaving your own shorts wet at the crotch and the sight is erotic in a way that makes him buck up against you.
His free hand cups your face when he adds a third finger, pulling you from his shoulder to look at your face.
He damn near blows his load right then and there.
You look like you're on the verge of tears, not able to hold yourself up straight. A blush burns his skin, when you lean into his touch, fingers grasping at the front of his white tee.
"M'gonna cum soon Markie."
His heart threatens to explode from his chest when you turn your head and suck his thumb into your warm mouth, closing your eyes and bliss while his fingers pump into you, buried to the third knuckle.
This causes him to thrust into you with a sudden jolt, and the way his fingertips rub against the sweet spot deep inside of you, has the build up of pleasure finally spilling over like a broken dam.
The fingers on either of his hands are soaked now, one with your saliva and the other with your cum. You're gripping onto his wrists, letting him massage the inside of your walls while they contract around him, eyes rolled to the back of your head.
The sight, the feeling, is too much. You're a mess, a beautiful, sopping wet mess and without warning it's like a freight train is hitting him at full force, cock twitching willdy as pure bliss seeps through his pores.
You're still shivering, humping his hand while spurts of cum fill the inside of his shorts, dripping down the crease of his thigh and even soaking through the material a bit. Your eyes are barely able to open, but you will them to when you hear the almost imperceptible groan that strains from his throat when your heartbeat finally stops drumming so loudly in your ears.
Your belly lurches, skin tingly to the touch as he slumps against the headboard, peering up at you with more adoration than you can handle.
"I-I came in my pants." He breathes out, panting heavily alongside you. The thrill that runs down your spine like a tremor at the realization that he's cum, untouched, because of you, is what allows you to have half the mind to pull his fingers from your aching heat - replacing the others in your mouth.
His head lolls to the side, honey eyes trained on you like it’s impossible to look away while you suck your juices from his digits, humming around them. It's like he's staring up at the sun, mesmerized.
And then you're kissing him, and he's sure he's gone to heaven. He tastes you on the tip of your own tongue, and you're so sweet, so tender when you grasp his cheeks.
"I came in my pants too, by the way. Technically." You smile, and he chuckles warmly, giddy. His arms encapsulate you and he nudges the tip of your nose with his own.
The toy can have its fun, he thinks to himself. Because really, truly, nothing - and no one, will ever be as lucky and as enamored as he is with you.
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Anyone else catch the parallels between rue and Cassie both saying “I don’t think I’m a good person”
They’ve both oddly been set up to be each others character Mirror this season (this is NOT what I meant when I said I wanted a team up with them). Rue finally gets the thing she thought would make her sober forever, a relationship with Jules. Cassie starts out single but it doesn’t last very long at all. But she gets herself into what she clearly thinks is the best relationship. The one she’s been looking for.
Here are some of the parallels I’ve noticed
They both enter these one sided relationships and quite literally relapse into their respective addictions. Jules never said anything back when Rue said I want to be with you (but we know she does love Rue, wanting to be with her is a separate story). Nate is holding Cassie at arms length but tells her what she needs to hear (apparently he does love her though)
This one is more outlandish but I think Elliot exists to help further this parallel, they needed three and it needed to be a Nate both girls are attached to. Elliot definitely doesn’t share the same qualities as Nate so his characters relationship is way different. But he does serve as a romantic plot device that inevitably comes between what was a seemingly fine relationship. And that boy is also a direct line to addiction. Nate Enables Cassie’s addiction to relationships, Takes part in them with her. Elliot gives Rue drugs, does them with her. And both of their other half’s are also romantically involved with their enablers. and both men could possibly actually like both parties a lot but ultimately does not care abt their hand in ruining their respective relationships. trash. (Imo Jules and rue were still fucked and never gonna last anyways with or without him)
They’re both hiding these predicaments from the strongest relationships they have. Jules doesn’t know Rue is not staying clean and Maddy has no clue why Cassie is acting weird. And while Cassie and Rue dig themselves deeper into a hole the two people they’re hiding from come together. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that while Rue is off to do drugs with Elliot and Cassie is running off with Nate Jules and Maddy are shown alone together forming a bond while their soulmates are out doing shit that would crush them. The juxtaposition was crazy and very much admired.
They have Rue tell us herself that she is a bad person when she acknowledges that everyone is rooting for her as the main character, then proceeds to show us her gaslighting someone. The scene with Gia shows us she knows people see her as a person in need of help and will eventually give in to her if she makes it seem like she’s sad but really trying to be good.
On the flip side they Have Nate (the one person on this show that uses lies to get the truth and later wield it like a weapon.) Tell us cassie is a bad person. In media they often don’t spell things out for you because you have to trust your audience is smart. They did this on purpose because although we know it cassie never would have gone as far as rue had to acknowledge she’s still doing something bad and own up to it. A mirror to Rue who has no shame in the act.
And from tonight’s episode I think another parallel is to be made. During the Hot tub scene Maddy is constantly looking between Nate and Cassie like she has all season. I think we all pretty much suspect she knows something is up but like Jules she’s been completely oblivious until tonight when both Cassie and Rue show their asses. When Rue snaps at Jules and she feels something is off but of course she won’t entertain that thought we all know is there. When Cassie spews then starts breaking down saying sorry , Maddy might know her best friend seems more hysterical than usual. I think Both Maddy and Jules were presented the truth tonight and they both took it in silence.
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