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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 2 days

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airp2ds

read part one of airpods here!!!

wc: 2k reader: femme!afab (matt calls reader a "pretty girl", is called a "young lady" by their uncle-- it's meant to feel derogatory ofc, reader is wearing a skirt, reader dances at a strip club in stilettos) warnings: smut 18+; MINORS DNI!!! -- specific warnings under the cut -- less of a bonkers scenario, but some really rich and fun plot development this time; funny & angst & fluff surprisingly-- stepcest obvi and we discuss it summary: after (y/n)'s little stunt a few days ago, their whole family gathers for an anything but peaceful dinner. rivalnewstepbrother!matthew has no interest in helping you out of this awful situation. or does he? yooooooo this only took 4 months to post, but it's perfect so hope you'll forgive me!! i TOLD you i'd do it eventually. and i did. missing organ and all. ilyyy thanks for bearing with me ੈ✩‧₊˚

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warnings: 18+ explicit smut, stepcest and we don't ignore it, p-in-v penetrative sex, brief heavy petting/fingering, not entirely safe cum destination lmao, unprotected obviously (do what you want, be smart), reader is a dancer at a strip club and their family is appalled, swearing... this one made me feel again yay

you stick your fork in a potato and pop it in your mouth, chewing and swallowing as you stare at your plate. your entire extended family converses around you at the long, glass dining table, celebrating your new stepdad’s birthday with your mom’s locally famous honey ham and roasted potatoes.

everyone’s having a goodman ball.

everyone except... you.

after suffering such a devastating defeat a couple nights ago, you’d been avoiding matthew like the plague. tail between your legs, you’d stood up from your stepbrother’s bed after he left you high and dry— sulking all the way back to your room.

you’d been avoiding matthew so diligently since then that this dinner was the first time you’d seen him since his fingers were inside you. he’s eating a little too well and talking to all of your family members, oozing respect and likability.

you’ve never hated anyone more.

“now matthew,” you grandmother starts, reaching out her hand to him, “please tell us more about what you’ve been doing abroad. it all sounds so important from what your father’s mentioned!”

matthew smiles humbly. “i’ve been pursuing a career in performance in seoul! it’s really not all that important in the scheme of things, but it’s definitely been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.”

“don’t be too humble, matthew,” your stepdad calls from the head of the table. “he works tirelessly day and night to accomplish his goal! he’s such a great kid.”

“we’re so very proud. i never imagined having a child with such passion and drive!” your mom chimes in obliviously. her eyes widen when she realizes what she said and she clears her throat awkwardly. “i mean, a son, that is.”

you close your eyes, stabbing a roasted red potato and letting your fork clatter onto the fine china plate.

“(y/n), how are you doing?” your uncle asks quickly. “have you found a better job yet?”

“i’m doing fine, thank you,” you answer through gritted teeth. “and i like my job. i’m not interested in finding one that society would categorize as better at this time.”

“but a young lady like you shouldn’t be—.”

“but what i am interested in finding a better version of,” you interrupt, picking up your glass of wine and downing the remaining contents, “is a family. one that doesn’t judge me or compare me to my new stepbrother— who, if i’m to judge from how you all indulge him, is jesus christ reincarnated! how divinely exciting!”

“(y/n),” your mother scolds, grabbing the empty wine glass out of your hand. “don’t be so cruel to your brother.”

“he’s not my brother,” you assert, snatching the wine glass back. in a flash, it slips from your fingers and shatters onto the dining room floor.

“you always do this,” your mother sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. she can’t even look at you. "you get so jealous when anyone is doing better than you are. i’m just so tired of your selfish immaturity.”

“perhaps it's time for you to get your own apartment and stop freeloading off of us,” your stepfather says with a sigh. “then you’ll find the motivation to stop working at that indecent bar and start making a proper living.”

your stomach flips at the threat. “i grew up in this house. you moved in a year ago after the mortgage was already paid off. doesn’t that make you as much of a fucking freeloader as i am?”

“(y/n), stop this right now,” your mom tries again to quiet you.

“you talk like that and you think you could ever be as well-liked as my son? the—”

“dad,” matthew says, trying to interrupt the rant that’s already begun. he should know by now it’s too late.

“—reason that no one here ever boasts about your accomplishments is because you have none. the reason no one ever praises how respectable you are is because it would be a lie. you—”

“dad,” matthew says again, louder this time but it still doesn’t reach the ears of the valentino-suited man turning red in the face.

“—are an ungrateful brat of an adult child that doesn’t even have enough vision for their life to stop working at a strip club.”

everyone at the dinner table gasps. so the truth has been set free: ‘bar’ had been the code word your ashamed mother and stepfather had been using in place of ‘strip club’ for the past year.

guess their resentment had finally outweighed their shame.

your gaze travels down the table, landing on matthew. he’s staring at his lap awkwardly.

“if you’ll excuse me,” you say, standing up from your chair and giving a big, facetious curtsy. “the whore will leave the table now.”

——

you slam your bedroom door behind you, storming over to your bed and picking up your favorite plushy— the one your dad had bought you for your high school graduation before he... it’s a baby fox, pink blush across his smiling face. usually the only aggression you feel towards him is that of cuteness, but suddenly you find yourself filled with rage.

how had you not noticed before just how much barnaby foxworth iii looks like your stupid fucking stepbrother!?

you turn around, hurling baby foxworth across your room with a scream. your eyes widen as the plushy lands in the hands of his human twin. you hadn’t heard him come in over the blood rushing in your ears.

matthew looks at the plushy, brow furrowing as he studies it. “i feel like i’ve seen this face somewhere before.”

“get the fuck out of my room,” you growl, walking over to him and grabbing baby foxworth. you frown as matthew holds onto him, not letting you pry your own plushy from his hands. “let go of him! what the fuck is your problem!?”

“i distinctly remember you stealing something from me a couple days ago and making it quite the fucking challenge to get it back,” matthew argues, pulling a little harder. “besides, how much can you really want something that you just threw across the room?”

you continue a tug-o-war for your beloved baby fox until you hear a sudden ripping noise. matthew lets go instantly, fear splayed across his face. you take baby foxworth in your arms, finding the fabric tear at the base of his little neck.

“i’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “i really didn’t meant to—.”

“you’re sorry?” you repeat, jaw clenching as you step towards him. “sorry for what? sorry that you mamed barnaby foxworth iii? sorry that you barged into my room without knocking? sorry that i’ve made yet another mess out of a family celebration?”

“(y/n)…”

“sorry that all you do while they ridicule me is sit there and stare at your plate? sorry that your dad married my mom?”

“wait, (y/n)—…”

“sorry that i work at a strip club? sorry for what we did the other day?”

“i—…,” he stutters hopelessly. “i—.”

suddenly, your lips are on matthew’s— his body tensing at the unexpected action. you pull back, eyes meeting his.

they’re wide, shocked, confused. his hand reaches towards your face quickly and you think for a moment he’s going to slap you with it, but instead, he cups your jaw.

holding you still, he brings his lips back down to touch yours again. it’s a slow, languid kiss that, in and of itself, feels like an apology. a genuine one.

it’s overwhelming. it challenges everything you thought you knew about this stranger you were now forced to call family.

you step back, clutching baby foxworth tighter to your chest.

“they were so impressed when you told them you’re a dancer,” you whisper, tears beginning to spill over. “why were they so disgusted when i told them i am, too?”

his face falls as he thinks about your words. “i think you know why.”

you press your lips together, a sardonic huff of a laugh escaping you. did you really think you’d get sympathy from him?

“but it’s not fair,” matthew continues. “it’s not fair that they treat you that way.”

you’re afraid to look up at him, eyes remaining fixed on the tear at your plushy’s neck. “i didn’t even think you’d noticed.”

“i’ll admit, i didn’t see it at first. it’s not like i’m here that often,” he replies with a sigh. “and i guess i did think you were the problem. and i do still think you’re part of the problem, don’t get me wrong.”

you roll your eyes, looking down at the floor.

“but maybe you’ve forgotten that no one knows what my dad can be like more than i do,” matthew says, wrapping his hand gently around your upperarm. “i thought maybe he’d finally changed for the better after marrying your mom, but i know now that’s far from the truth. and i can try my best to help you from now on, if you’ll let me.”

“thanks,” you say quietly as your eyes meet his. he smiles softly at you before you promptly brush his hand off your arm. “but i still don’t like you.”

your hostility just widens his smile. “i thought you’d say that.”

you turn, walking back to your bed and placing baby foxworth by your pillows. you think about what your family must still be saying about you around the dinner table. your thoughts are halted, however, when a warm, muscular chest is soon pressed against your back.

“i was just wondering,” he says softly against your ear, arm snaking around your waist. “there has to be something about me that you like, right? i mean, you're the one who wanted my face in your cunt. and don't think i haven't heard you call me perfect a few times now.”

“i meant it as an insult,” you breathe as a hand reaches underneath your skirt— fingers beginning to pad delicate circles over your panties.

“was screaming my name while cumming all over my fingers also supposed to be taken as an insult?” he asks, knee against the back of yours until you tumble gently onto your bed— his arms catching you and flipping you on your back to face him. “you must’ve really been trying to offend me.”

matthew shimmies your skirt and panties down your legs and you find yourself assisting to kick it off with your foot onto the floor. he laughs much too smugly as he unzips his slacks and discards them onto the hardwood. you hover your foot over his groin, brow raising in a threat.

“okay, okay,” he admits in defeat. as a grin stretches across your lips, he bites at your thighs hungrily and sighs. “god, i wish i wasn’t your brother.”

“matt!” you screech in horror and he takes the opportunity to sink himself inside you. you gasp at the sudden stretch, a protest turning to a whimper as he smirks at you. “matt...”

“no need to worry, baby,” he coos, tip of his cock reaching your backmost wall. “it’s pretty obvious there’s a divorce on the way. my dad’s already let it slip to me about how he secretly blew all the money in their joint savings on a third yacht.”

“my mom’s been fucking her tennis instructor for two months,” you reply, trying to hold yourself together as matthew increases his pace. “and her golf instructor. and her pilates instructor. and her business lawyer. and her—.”

matthew’s lips meet yours. “you’re so fucking hot.”

you run your hand up his chest, tugging at his shirt until he pulls it off over his head. it’s a shame to admit it, but... he is perfect.

“but if our parents get divorced, we’ll never see each other,” you say with a pout. you shake your head quickly, realizing what you just said. “which i’m totally fine with. but you’d probably be really upset.”

a particularly rough thrust sends you reeling— crying out in pleasure and totally blowing your act.

“yeah, it’d be really hard for me,” matthew patronizes, mimicking your pout. “g’nna cum for me, pretty girl? hm?”

“fuck,” you whine, nearly at your peak. you honestly had no idea how good at dancing matthew was, but if he was half as good at dancing as he was at fucking, then even goddamn dick van dyke would be proud. your walls flutter around him, a chorus of moans as he pushes you over the edge.

“oh my god,” matthew rasps as you reach your climax, his thrusts growing more desperate and sporadic. “pussy’s so fucking perfect, baby. made me want you so bad, i—.”

he pulls out quickly, a few pumps before painting your cunt with his cum as he moans under his breath. he stares at the sight for a few moments before his head tilts thoughtfully and a smirk upturns a corner of his lips.

“something to share with the class?” you ask, one eyebrow piquing.

he laughs, shrugging at your prodding. “i was just thinking about how i definitely wouldn’t be the golden child anymore if anyone knew about this.”

“i dunno. i think somehow you’d still come out unscathed,” you say, shaking your head. “i must’ve tempted you. coerced you. blackmailed you.”

he smiles at you sadly. “listen, i know that... i know things must suck for you right now and—... i mean it when i say i’m gonna try my best to fix—.”

“matthew!”

you both freeze as the sound of your stepfather’s voice rings from downstairs. matthew clears his throat, calling back, “yeah?”

“come downstairs! aunt bethany wants to talk to you about visiting seoul.”

“okay!” matthew answers. he rolls his eyes. “i hate your aunt bethany.”

“you and me both, kid,” you reply, sitting up on your hands as matthew hurriedly gets dressed. “have fun.”

“come with me,” he requests, picking up your skirt from off the floor and holding it out to you.

you consider it, but shake your head. “tell me if you hear any good gossip about me. i have to get ready for my shift anyway.”

“really? you’re gonna go strip after this?” matthew asks, lips parted in surprise.

“dance,” you correct. “i’m gonna go dance.”

he smiles. “when do you get back?”

“around one,” you answer, standing up and walking over to your vanity. “why?”

“my flight’s at midnight,” he says, biting his lip. your mascara clatters to the table as a tiny, annoying ball of disappointment forms in your chest. “so i guess i’ll catch you another time.”

you don’t say anything— just continue doing your makeup as you try to ignore that growing ball.

“okay then,” matthew says finally, opening your door. “bye, (y/n).”

“my mom’s birthday is next month.”

the words slip out of your mouth before you can stop them. you don’t regret it.

“she likes you more than me, so,” you continue with as much nonchalance as you can feign. “she’d probably want to see you.”

matthew catches your eye through your mirror. he just smiles.

~ EPILOGUE ~

you clamber through your bedroom door in the dark, stilettos still on as you stumble into bed and flop onto it in exhaustion. you clap your hands— bedside light turning on as you reach for baby foxworth. you cradle him under your chin, squeezing him tight. suddenly, you remember the tear in his neck from when matthew had ripped him after dinner.

you feel around for the hole, but are surprised when you find a crinkly, purple sticky note instead. on it, is written:

told you i’m gonna try to fix everything. — your favorite brother ;)

“disgusting,” you mutter under your breath, turning your attention back to baby foxworth’s neck hole. except...

there is no hole.

okay, matty, you think with a smile. let’s see what you’ve got.

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katnissdoesnotfollowback · 3 days

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kdnfb's Ten Years of Fanfiction Mania

Featuring: Unmasked

Summary: Written under an Anonymous pseudonym ~M~ to fill the following prompt ~ Historical Katniss and Peeta hate each other. They attend a masquerade ball and for some reason end up kissing each other. Sparks fly everywhere. Katniss tries to find the man behind the mask but Peeta knows it was Katniss though he doesnt say anything. They end up bethrothed even if they 'despise' each other. How they fall in love is up to u and how katniss figured out it was peeta is up to u

Rating: E for explicit sexual content, explicit language, implied/referenced rape/nonconsensual (not everlark), implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced suicide, implied/referenced miscarriage, discussions of illness, war, and injury in a historical setting, ptsd, minor character death. They worst of these tags happens offscreen and is merely discussed and dealt with rather than shown here.

A/N: ~Unmasked~ is my longest fic in terms of word count (around 234k), although Outside Chance and Spellbound are not too far behind and are both incomplete. Unmasked started as something meant to be fun and cathartic, then turned into a ridiculously long and self indulgent fic that I still, to this day, have no idea if the anonymous person who submitted the prompt to @everlarkficexchange even read, let alone whether or not they liked it. But I love what I produced for this fic.

Why write it anonymously and only reveal myself later? A couple reasons. 1) Historical is not my wheel house. At least not writing it. I am a shameless consumer of historical romances. I did some research for this fic but not nearly the level I would've liked to have done. Eventually, I said screw it, it's about the vibes not the accuracy. 2) I had a pile of unfinished wips when I started this, to include Outside Chance and Spellbound (both of which are still unfinished hmmmmm) and I really didn't want a lot of questions about when I was going to get back to those while I was working on this because 3) I'd just gone through a small slice of writerly hell to the point that I seriously considered deleting my entire tumblr and all of my fanfic. Details are not important right now, the result is. That's probably the closest I've ever come to calling myself done with fandom.

Then this prompt posted to EFE and wouldn't leave me alone. Eventually, I decided that if I was going to write it, I wanted to write it with as little pressure as possible. So I chose to write and post it as ~M~ until it was finished. Plus, I thought it might make it fun for people other than me if there was a bit of mystery behind it. And I don't regret doing that.

Writing behind a mask allowed me to be as long winded and self-indulgent as I wanted to without worrying about how tight the storyline was or how accurate the historical details were, or wondering if I'd be walking into my tumblr and a barrage of the kind of messages I'd come to dread receiving. The only thing I worried about, really was if the amount and kind of smut I included gave me away prematurely lmao.

While this was my first real foray into the realm of historical fics, I am hoping it's not the last. I've got too many ideas and half started pieces to back out of it now. But those, like this one, will probably remain untethered to a specific real place, and a specific time, mainly because I just don't have that kind of time for research if I'm not getting paid to do it lol. They will be works of love if not works of accuracy.

Unmasked on AO3

#ten years of fanfiction mania #unmasked #unmasked nonsense #i meant to post this like three weeks ago #ooops

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rinnelovebot · 6 months

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Kuro hates you btw

he’s literally in my bed

#if this is meant to be hate it’s not working lmao #marchie responds

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genericpuff · 4 months

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what people assume i'm thinking while i'm working on rekindled: "GRRR I HATE LO AND RACHEL!!! I HATE HER SO MUCH!!! THIS WILL SHOW HER AND HER FANS! THIS WILL SHOW ALL OF THEM! I HOPE RACHEL SEES THIS AND CRIES!!!"

what i'm actually thinking while i work on rekindled: "man i'm having a great time working on this but i can't wait to be done with this panel that's driving me nuts. i wonder how i can get that cool splatter effect rachel did in S1. bright colors make brain go brrrr. i can't wait to get to the part where hades clowns on himself. oof i'm hungry, i need to figure out what to have for dinner tonight. oh look, an 11 hour retrospective on the simpsons-"

#fr i'm vibin' y'all i'm having a great time #ppl see me joke about rekindled being a spite project and just automatically assume i'm SEETHING the whole time i'm working on it #i wouldn't waste time working on something purely out of hate y'all lmao #it's easy to cling to the idea that i hate lore olympus with a blind seething passion due to what i get up to here #and it undoubtedly makes for the easiest explanation that doesn't require any nuance #but i promise you that i still have a lot of love for how LO used to make me feel and what it meant to me once upon a time #i wouldn't be trying so hard to make it emulate the style of S1 to begin with if i didn't love it deep down lol #you're just on an LO critical blog so ofc a lot of what you're gonna see is LO critical stuff LMAO #don't miss the forest for the trees pls <3 #i didn't even include all the times i'm sitting there drawing thinking 'i wanna play video games i wanna play video games i wanna play vid-#lore rekindled #self post

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candy-pants · 4 months

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my babysitter's a vampire + villains (insp) as in characters with naturally evil tendencies and actions, not just creatures/people made evil by mistake (usually benny's) or created by someone for a specific purpose

#mbav #my babysitter's a vampire #vampireedit #stern #jesse #richard waugh #joe dinicol #i am NOT tagging all these people lmao #flashing tw #long post #meus #usereris #i hated the lucia and jacob ones but i just couldn't find any shots that worked so this will have to do #debbie dazzle is in this because she became obsessed with being alive but IN MY OPINION!!!!! that had nothing to do with the spell #she became evil on her own accord #sarah being possed by the spirit from the netherlands- i mean world was because rory was stupid but the spirit was already evil #and the mask not being here was because rory put it on thus making himself 'evil' which he naturally isn't and neither is the mask tbh #it was just doing what it was meant to do which clearly does not fly in this century #and cyberdontist and evil sarah literally aren't real

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tsukana · 4 months

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i think im really sad that im feeling bitter abt this bc like. despite the fact that ppl are saying oh yeah its purgatory its never fair. i have a bad taste in my mouth that for once it feels like its not bc of player action its partially to do with weird ruling by the admins on the event (re: the essentially. disregarding of the event points on elimination which i still kinda dont get why they couldnt just retally the points since they had the numbers?)

#tsu talks #qsmp crit #qsmp discourse #i mean yeah i was rooting for sneeg but also. i hate that he's blaming himself that if he hadnt spoken up theyd have lost anyway. bc it #wasnt his fault?#and not trying to hate on the admins at all or anything. but despite saying the wrng names #recalculating the scores and just Saying what the score makeup was wouldve solved everything without making streamers need to stream beyond #what they expected on a day that shouldve been primarily abt the egg wars event?#anwyyas shutting up now. this isnt meant to be a super neg or something post this is mostly just me reflecting on the way i feel abt today #and the way today went and the way the event went today. i still had a good time so far #and like i said. i feel sad that i feel this way bc i dont WANT to feel this way. btu like. what can i do abt that yknow. thats just how im #feeling. i really wanna enjoy the event but honestly now that sneegs out he was rly the only purg2 pov i was watching lmao. id watch #etoiles but i cant read translations while im listening at work </3

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deimcs · 7 months

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I have to admit, the media literacy abilities I see some people displaying all around social media when it comes to Baldur’s Gate 3 is so irrevocably in the negatives it’s almost jarring.

#ari.txt #text #this is just me thinking out loud and in no ways i feel somehow superior to these people #but it’s honestly sad to me how some of them #found a way to have beef with every single character they don’t deem fuckable #just cause they put zero effort in understanding their story #and i mean everyone should play in their own way. it’s meant to be fun sure #and if you dislike someone it’s your opinion #but man #i keep seeing these weirdly heated and hateful comments about idk gale or lae’zel recriminating a bunch of things that leave me kinda??#why are you worked up if you clearly didn’t even try to understand the narrative lmao #dudes wanting to fuck shadowheart for her pretty face but getting zero context for her actions and still calling her a bitch #people hyperfocusing in on astarion and saying horrible things about the others #again. you do you but maybe it’s not really the flex you think it is #you can like that one character without bashing (OR STRAIGHT UP IGNORING LIKE WYLL) the others #idk just some thoughts i have about the god awful terrible takes i’ve seen around

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theintoccabile · 11 months

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I stan a lot of villains but I’ve possibly never been so of two completely different minds about a villain like JGY and it’s wild

I remain fascinated by the irony that the cut off point for me was when he killed his nasty father literally everyone in the fandom wanted to painfully die

Like JGY before that? Neat if infuriating, compelling to read about, will devour any fic exploring what could have been

JGY after that? uhhh what the fuck what the fuck go away how dare you you are literally exactly like your father??? like wtf would your mom say about this dude? you literally used those women like objects and then got rid of them?? OKAY. okay. will literally read no fic about him after this point anymore lmao

idk I think my interests are wild sometimes. also occasionally I will read people defending him and I’m like, “yeah I agree almost everyone else was awful too and let’s be real most of them would have also been quick to murder anyone disrespecting their mom like that. I would have but also... but also he went off the deep end and had to go down sorry bye. and it’s extra disappointing he’d use sex workers as mere disposable tools for his revenge while (rightly) building his mom a whole fucking temple“

do I have a point??? no but thoughts.

#I love and hate him so much as a character #mo dao zu shi #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #jin guangyao #also why are there almost no fix that have lots of WWX and JGY interactions bc I need those #*fics but I meant fix-its so that works lmao #misogyny /

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anniemal2004 · 21 days

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tinder won't let me delete my broken account and when I emailed them about it they said there's no account attached to my email address so the deletion must've been successful, even though I was literally logged into the account through that email address at that very moment. it's probably a sign from some higher power that i shouldn't inflict my craziness on another person, but I would really like to be kissed

#I know there are other dating apps but I don't like them #I hate the set up of bumble and I hate the voice message option on hinge #I matched w this guy last year on hinge and we were really vibing but then he started sending voice messages #so I felt like I had to send them back #which meant it took me way longer to reply to him bc I have voice insecurity and needed to practice what I was saying like a dozen times #and also bc you can't shoot off a voice message when you're at work or out for dinner or at a party. you've got to wait til you're alone #and it was my birthday so I was surrounded by people all weekend #he asked me on a date and then unmatched me bc I didn't reply immediately lmao

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robertsbarbie · 4 months

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after the movie people became hyper critical of the outfits of barbie dolls claiming their quality has gone down and they’re all ugly and it’s like how do you explain that the iconic looks come from special edition/art dolls and the dolls they more regularly promote are the dolls being played with by little kids and it’s more important for little kids to see themselves represented and a variety of careers presented rather than a “high quality” outfit like

#little kids don’t care about high quality outfits on their dolls! they’re toys! it’s the concept and representation behind them #like every year barbie does career of the year #and people are like ‘you had a multibillion dollar film and yet these are ugly’#THEYRE FOR LITTLE KIDS #if it is meant to be kept in a box or a collector’s item it comes in a nicer box and they work directly with artists and spend a long #time on the creations #themselves while the majority of the time for career dolls is spent consenting #like last year was women in sports i think and they had the 4 doll set they always have #then throughout the year had collectors edition #if you forget who the dolls are made for you lose the whole plot lmao #ruth handler made barbie so that little kids could see themselves be anything they wanted to be #and weren’t constricted by just a baby doll or collectible figure #i hate that one does a shit’s worth of research when it comes to barbie this is actually driving me insane greta gerwig didn’t do fucking #shit for the brand and has arguably made it worse but anyway #eris: text #*concepting not consenting

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sage-nebula · 9 months

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I can understand having a preference for one type of pet over another, for a wide variety of reasons (e.g. allergies, what goes in to taking care of them, your lifestyle, etc) but I'll never understand people who hate a certain type of pet. Like self-professed cat people who say they hate dogs, or vice versa. I've had dogs my entire life, and I consider myself a dog person, but I do like cats, too. Why wouldn't I? They're soft and cute and do funny things sometimes. Even when it comes to pets that I don't find as interesting, like fish, I don't hate them. And even ones I'm legitimately scared of, like tarantulas . . . again, I don't hate them, I'm just afraid of them, just like I'm afraid of all arachnids. It's an irrational fear, but it's one deeply ingrained in me nonetheless.

Anyway.

I just don't understand when people are like "I hate cats" or "I hate dogs" . . . how can you hate an entire species of animal? Being allergic or afraid, okay, I can understand that. Even if I don't understand being afraid because you've been attacked before (I have been severely bitten by dogs and severely scratched up by cats), I'm afraid of arachnids even though I can't remember the last time I had a spider bite, so you know, fears are fears, you can't control them. But hate? I just don't understand it, man. Hate an individual animal, sure. Just like humans, individual dogs or cats can have bad temperaments and behaviors. But a whole species? When most of the individual animals in those species are so easily befriended? It just makes no sense to me. Again, I get having a preference for one pet over another, especially if the needs of one animal suit your lifestyle while the needs of another don't. But to hate a whole species . . . I will never understand.

#again i get phobias or traumas etc #like for instance i have trauma surrounding ants and roaches so if i see even ONE in my house it can trigger a panic attack #but that's a bit different than companion animals too - not that those can't be pets but like. idk.#i mean i DO know it's just . . . it's a little more understandable to me if someone has a problem with insects #versus if they have a problem with companion animals that are meant to be companion animals. but even then it's like #ok. i used to say ''i hate frogs and toads'' which might make me seem a hypocrite #but the truth is that i don't hate REAL frogs and toads. i hate ANIMATED / CARTOON ones #bc when the alt right was using pepe so much years ago my brain linked the two together & so even tho i know pepe's creator renounced them #the sight of him still makes me a little nauseous and it spread toward other frogs #(i also hate Greninja in particular for 1.) being gross and 2.) the behavior of Ash stans but that's another matter)#POINT IS - even with that distinction i never hated a whole species of animal. i just don't get that. even wasps i know DO have a purpose #and i never go out of my way to bother them. in fact i used to work in a house where they had an entire room of the house to themselves #we just didn't mess w/ them. but that's off-topic again #i just. idk. i consider myself a dog person but cats are also great #i just love animals. even the ones i'm afraid of i wish i could like #(and to be fair i do like some i'm healthily afraid of. like i love bears but if i saw a grizzly or polar bear coming for me)#(i would probably piss myself LMAO. i love them from a distance.)#anyway. animals are great. i love animals. more people should give animals a chance to be loved

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eurofox · 6 months

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Album of the year for me is gonna be Tension by Kylie minogue and single of the year is going to be New Bottega by Azealia banks

#working in a gay club and i feel like that's where tension was meant to be heard #also the gays seem to still love Azealia even if she hates them lmao #or has she flip flopped on that?#hard to keep up with her #still hates Australians anyway

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mechawolfie · 7 months

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how tf do i get these shrooms so the cute squid guy will conduct experiments on me

#smudgy.txt #bg3 posting #how do i get crazy shrooms.. they blow up.......#and the finger thing. i picked up some fingers at the forge but i don't think that's what he meant LMAO #i hate fantasy wtf is this shit.. -_-#also found sum petrified elves n the ungrateful bastards tried to kill me after i saved them i hate this place #oh wait theres some that werent unfrozen maybe those ones will be nice (<- idiot)#& i keep forgetting to use speak to the dead i can do that unlimitedly #AND SPEAK TO ANIMALS I LITERALLY JUST FOUND IOUT I CAN #DO THAT IN WILD SHAPE...............#i wonder if it has to be the same animal for it to work. I've only tried it on rothes as a rothe so far #i tried talking to scratch as a wolf but the game made me unwild shape for it :/

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blakeshaw-oracle · 2 years

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I already asked someone this buuuuuut, what’re your thoughts on au where Finney and Robin get kidnapped together? I love it personally for how much drama and concept play it presents

ESPECIALLY if Robin and Finney are already dating/have a crush on each other when kidnapped, and Al gets jealous of someone else getting to hug and touch HIS special boy and having eyes for HIS good boy 👀

The obvious answer for the above jealousy would be to kill Robin, but perhaps threatening Robin makes Finney behave or smth lol

Yes, I saw that ask!! I loved it lmao--

Once again this got nsft/w so 'Keep Reading' my dudes!!

Also, CW: This one contains a little bit of stockholm syndrome and/or mind-break in it so if that's not your cup of tea, look away now! (:

Wordcount (Idk I felt like I should include it this time): 1,308

Okay, so my take on it is that if they're already dating before the kidnapping, Al can never get Finney alone and that's why he ends up grabbing the two boys at the same time. (Stay with me here!)

When it all goes down, of course Robin is the one that fights the hardest. Al figured that the boy was the stronger of the two, so he had lured Robin in first to be dealt with easier. Finney, on the other hand, is frozen in fear for a second but soon snaps out of it and tries his hardest to get Al off of his best friend. His boyfriend. Robin would do the same for him. This, of course, doesn't work and they both end up getting knocked out and shoved into the back of Al's van anyway.

Only when Al finally has the boys down in his basement does he realize that they're not just best friends like he had previously assumed. Even in his half delirious state, Robin is yelling and kicking, doing his best to keep The Grabber away from Finney. Al knows that (especially in this state) Robin can't really do too much damage, so he ignores his "tantrum" for now. I like to imagine that the scene when Al reaches out and touches Finney's hair still happens but now Robin is there trying to get in between them to block Finney off with his body.

Robin probably says something along the lines of, "If you even think about touching Finney, I'm going to rip your fucking throat out, old man." Al only chuckles at this. He knows that Finney already belongs to him; what is this snot-nosed brat going to do?

He's angry at his own oversight when one day as he's bringing down two matching trays of scrambled eggs and lemon-lime soda, the Arellano boy is right behind the door waiting with a broken tile piece in one hand. All is not lost, however. That's also the day the man figures out the best way to get what he wants out of his darling Finney.

Finney is weak. Weaker than Robin, at least. Both physically and mentally weaker. Easier to manipulate. Al knows just how to handle this.

As soon as Al is able to regain his footing and restrain Robin in his arms, a slash in his right forearm mirroring the one Finney had given him on the first day, he thinks of the perfect strategy. Use Finney's biggest weakness against him. At that moment, Al takes out the pocketknife that he'd been concealing in the back pocket of his pants and holds it up against Robin's neck. He's staring directly at Finney as he does so.

Finney's chocolate brown eyes are already brimming with tears threatening to pour down his cheeks. Within mere seconds he's begging The Grabber to let his friend go. He's sorry, Robin didn't mean it. They'll be good, he promises!

"Good, huh? You want to be a good boy for me, now?"

When Finney doesn't respond right away, Al starts to dig the blade into Robin's throat, causing a shallow cut to form. At Robin's hiss of pain, Finney's resolve crumbles. He can't just let this man hurt Robin!

"Yes! Please, mister! I-", he doesn't want to say the words, they make him feel gross, but the panicked look in Robin's eyes only spur him into finishing, "I'll be a good boy, please let him go! Please!"

Hearing those words come out of his love's mouth makes Al's grip loosen and allows the other boy in his arms to dart away. Instead of cowering somewhere, however, Robin only runs to Finney's side. He's quick to usher the smaller boy behind him, holding a hand up to his own neck to stop the slow trickle of blood. Al can see how Finney grips at the back of Robin's shirt. It makes his blood boil. That should be him. Only he's worthy enough to protect HIS precious boy.

Without another word, Al leaves shortly after. He'll have to see just how good of a boy Finney is willing to be to protect his little "boyfriend".

This single encounter only spurs on more and more incidents. After a while, Al is able to get Finney to do just about anything for him if it means that he won't harm Robin. Robin, of course, absolutely hates every second of it. It's too bad. He knows that Al is the only one in control here; all the boy can do is sit back and watch.

Robin is forced to watch as this disgusting old man touches Finney in every way that no one other than him is supposed to. He watches at first as The Grabber makes Finney sit in his lap. This then turns into Finney being made to straddle the man's lap and kiss him. The kissing turns into Al grabbing onto Finney's hips and making him grind down against his thighs or even the obvious erection beneath his pants.

At first, it's obvious that Finney hates it. The poor boy even cries for the first handful of times, struggles against The Grabber's hold, only to settle down once Robin's life gets threatened in a little too much detail. Al tells Finney to be good and do as he's told OR ELSE. The boy doesn't want to know what that means so he continues to comply.

Then, the constant humping and kissing turns into more. Al is demanding more more more from Finney every time he comes down and it makes Robin sick. He hates that he can't do anything about it. He needs to find a way to save Finney from this sick fuck. (Unbeknownst to Finney, Al also threatens Robin with the rather graphic harm that would befall him should he try to interfere with their "little game", as the man calls it.)

After a while, Finney is calling The Grabber "Al" and Robin is fucking livid. Finney doesn't even try to pretend like he hates the man's touch anymore. As the man barges in and banishes Robin to sit in the corner of the cold concrete basement, Finney practically skips right over to him. Al's arms immediately wrap around Finney's waist as he leans down to give the boy a long kiss. Robin's stomach churns in disgust.

Robin is forced then to watch as The Grabber pushes Finney down onto the dirty mattress bolted to the floor. He gropes and kisses Finney, Robin's boyfriend, wherever the hell he wants. Al's hands wander all over Finney's body, his mouth pressed into the crook of the young boy's slender neck. Finney is already moaning; Robin tries his best to block it out. That's not his Finney. Finney would never let someone like that touch him in such a way. Finney would never ACT like this.

But still, the night continues as it always does. Al strips Finney of his clothes, calling him his good boy all the while. Robin can tell that the words only make Finney feel embarrassed, happy even. Not utterly distraught and confused like they did in the beginning. Finney has started smiling at the man recently. The boy smiles as Al kisses him, smiles as the man's large fingers play with his nipples and stroke over his tiny cock. Finney smiles and whines when Al preps him with whatever lube he brought this time and then smiles even more as the man fucks him.

What the hell did this disgusting fucking pervert do to Robin's best friend? WHY is Finney just letting Al do all these things to him? When did the light vanish from his eyes?

Robin can do nothing but hold back tears as he watches and watches and watches the only person he's ever loved moan and writhe underneath a killer.

- εϊз

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