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willgrahamscock · 3 days
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Do you think when you drink someone’s piss your body filters out the other persons dna or are they one in the body?
you know this is a very intriguing question, however I did not get my phd in piss, so I'm going to let a piss connoisseur of sorts to come save the day. I know my audience, I have at least one follower who's hyperfixation is piss, and they won't let me down
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alexsays-no · 1 day
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Name your top 3 fav losers
I'll do u one better. Top 5
@industrations
@popcornhee
@imdamagecontrol
@sequinhaze
@librideluna
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cillmequick · 3 days
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Hello! What fics are you reading at the moment? Or what fics are on your reading list (if you have one)?
Hi! How are you?
So, I wish I was organised enough to have a reading list and frankly I should have one, but the truth is that I am a chaotic mess and usually just grab onto whatever’s in front of me at any given moment 🙈 I apologise unreservedly to my mutuals for being a slightly crap reader 🤦🏼‍♀️
However, here is a non-exhaustive list of things I’m reading or have good intentions to catch up on…
Fuck Buddies - @garrison-girl-08
Scandal - @garrison-girl-08
Blind Date - @garrison-girl-08
Misadventures - @moral-terpitude - I’m SO behind but I adore this story and it deserves tonnes more love than it gets!
Time After Time - @all-mirth-no-matter - also very behind but it’s amazing!
Now You Know The Truth - @zablife - I need to catch up!
Nobody’s Girl - @darklydeliciousdesires - not started yet but I love this woman to death and am living for her Luca era 🤭
Heart, Body and Soul - @peakyswritings - another I’ve not started but intend to!
Shadow of the Sea - @lunarubra - a new writer in our midst! Check out her new Cillian x OC series (as ever I need to catch up!)
Basically everything by @emotionalcadaver but esp I need to finish her In Time series and I want to at some stage read her wonderful peaky stories with my darling Lucy who I feel I already know so well 🤍
And then not specific fics but writers I try and read when I see they post, depending on character and whatnot, though YOU should read everything they write because they are marvellous humans:
@peakyscillian
@scorpiussage
@justrainandcoffee
@runnning-outof-time
@kiss-me-cill-me
@noforkingclue - who is responsible for for my current Slow Horses/ River Cartwright / Jack Lowden unhingery 😂 I’m also looking for stories for that fandom but it is teeny weeny.
I’m bound to have forgotten something or someone so check back for any ‘oh shit!’ updates 😂
And finally, for people reading this, please do try and leave comments or contact writers if you enjoy something you’ve read. It makes their whole day 🤍
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noellefan101 · 5 months
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Could I request the Sumeru boys with a super doting s/o who loves to cook for them? In her eyes, nothing breaks her heart more than seeing the boys hungry and tired.
Characters: Cyno, Tighnari, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Wanderer(, + Albedo) x female reader(i didn´t know if you wanted gn or female, but you said 'her' so i just guessed, i´ll change it if you want(its not really there anyway))
Summary: Them with a reader that likes to cook/what you do when they come home tired/hurt
Warnings: kissing, maybe ooc, not proof-read, hugging from behind,
Note: thank u for requesting anon, i loved the idea, if i missed anyone pls let me know. sorry i was a "little" late though(i also tried smt new, hope you like it). i also realized that i like when people hug me from behind vize versa(someone pls hug me, omg), i luv youuuuu
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Cyno
he had just come home after a tiring mission out in the desert, and he looked worn out, with bruises here and there, and bags under his eyes. you almost cried at his state when you saw him, and immediately got some bandages in case he was badly hurt. but after you gave him the bandages you went back to cooking, you couldn't let it burn after all. but then told him to sit in the kitchen so you can help him while cooking.
he was confused at first but just went with it and sat on one of the kitchen chairs, the smell of your cooking comforting him more and more as he got closer to the kitchen. he almost forgot how calming your presence was, but its a happy surprise every time. he always loved your cooking so him coming home to you cooking his favorite meals in the kitchen, ready to greet him with one of your brightest smiles, it was like seeing the sun for the first time in months, even though it had only been a week.
knowing your love language was cooking, he always accepted your food, wanting to show that he liked when you loved him, and that he loves you too.
"cyno? you ok?" he got caught off guard when you spoke out to him, he didn't realize he had been staring at you, and immediately apologize. "o-oh yeah im fine sweetie, sorry" "hm, its fine, dinner´s ready" you smiled at him, and he felt like he fell in love all over again. but realizing he didn't have time to space out again (tho he wanted to) he just started eating. enjoying the food you made just for him, while thinking about when he finally would get the guts to propose.
Tighnari
it had been a long day in the forest, along with most of the trainees not listening to his lectures and some just strait up ignoring him(not Collei ofc, your sweet baby child, (with Cyno as the unfunny uncle)). in short, he had a really bad day and had little to no energy left.
but he didn´t even realize he was so tired until he practically saw your heart break in half in your eyes when you saw him. it really pained him to see you like that, little did he know you hurt more. you were almost done cooking when he got home and unfortunately couldn´t tend to him right now(+ Nari would scold you if left it alone, and tended to him instead). so you just asked him to walk over to you instead and gave him a little kiss on the cheek to hopefully restore some of his energy.
it did help him a little bit with calming down, you always did, but this time he may have gotten a little greedy and went in to give you a kiss on the lips in return. "Tighnari, not right now. do you want dinner or not, im sure Collei wants some" he laughed a little at your words(and at your red cheeks) "of course i´d like some dinner, Collei as well. but cant i kiss my beautiful girlfriend/partner" you looked back at him, glaring a little.
"fine, but- mhmph" your sentence got interrupted by another kiss from him. when you pulled away your cheeks were completely red, "Nari, stop that, at least eat first" he looked at you in amusement, "fine i´ll eat first" he ended the sentence with a sigh. "good you better, and after you need sleep, you have bags under your eyes" you went back to cooking. "sure, whatever you say gorgeous" he looked at you(with hearts in his eyes) and you looked back at him "thank you, handsome"
Alhaitham
he had been reviewing some scholar's papers today, and it was definitely not his favorite. some lacked the correct knowledge about the right things to focus on, some the papers lacked effort, and some couldn´t even be called proper papers. yeah, he didn´t have a very good day, some random guy even dared demand a meeting when he clearly was very busy doing something else.
when he opened the door to your home, he was instantly met with the delicious smell of your cooking. but it seemed like you didn´t hear him since you weren´t running to him like you normally would, or maybe you were just too focused on cooking. but that didn´t matter to him right now because he, for once, just wanted to have you in his arms. when he walked into the kitchen, and catching you by surprise at the same time, he only walked up to you and hugged you from behind, burying his face into your neck.
you didn´t look at him, but if you did you´d see just how tired he really was, you were just a little too focused on cooking it seemed. he just stood there hugging you for a bit, looking at whatever you were doing, though he didn´t really pay attention, and he almost fell asleep right then and there if you hadn´t called out to him. "Haitham, i´m almost done cooking, can you put plates on the table" you took him out of his thoughts and even surprised him a little, "o-oh, yeah i can do that, love".
you looked over at him, only now realizing how tired he was "Actually i can do that, you don´t have to. just go sit down" he looked at you "are you-" "yes im sure. Go sit down" you looked him in the eyes like a mother did when she was angry at her kid, "of course" he looked away from you. "thank you, i love you" "...love you too"
Kaveh
yes, he has been working non-stop on this project from a client. it wasn´t even due til in a month or so, but still, there he was in his office looking over the many sketches that got declined. some were too detailed some too simple, and there was the ones where the client didn´t like the style, even though it was exactly what he asked for... he could go on for hours and hours about how frustrated he was.
you were just going into his office to check on him and to give him some water, but when you saw how tired and hungry he looked (he hadn't eaten in, like, hours)you quickly gave him the water and went out to the kitchen before he even realized you were there. you started finding the ingredients even before you fully entered the kitchen, already knowing the recipe since you´ve made it so many times for him.
an hour later it was already done and you were about to get a plate and give it to him in his room, but it seemed like the smell of the food brought him to you instead. because there he stood, behind you hugging your waist and now that you took a better look at his face, your heart broke a little. he looked so tired and half dead if you were to ask Alhaitham.
you quickly gave him the plate and dragged him out into the dining room, "you need to stop forgetting to eat, mister" it almost scared him with how harsh your voice was at that moment. "-m sorry" you looked at him, your eyes softening a little this time " it´s fine, I'm just worried about you y´know" he laughed a little "i know, i love you" you looked over at him, a bit sharper this time "love you too, idiot".
Wanderer
He doesn't need to eat, he´s a puppet, you know that. yet you still make him food every time he comes home from classes at the Akademiya, when he looks extra tired from working on his thesis last night therefore he didnt get any sleep. he doesnt understand why you do this for him, why you make him tea all the time when he didn't even ask. he doesnt understand you.
But his heart still beat in his chest, despite not being there, when he saw your pained face as he walked into your shared home. his tired state for once showing in his face. he had been going a little too overboard with a thesis and also didn't realize the time until Buer came to get him/since you were worried about him, in your mind/. and then sent him home, both to his liking and his dismay.
you practically ran over to him, and then dragged him into the kitchen to then also force him to sit down and explain himself. he may have memories of being in the Fatui, but he still thought you like this was scarier. your normally sweet and kind personality gone, turned into something reminding him of La Signora and The Knave(+himself(or even Dottore)).
let's just say it wasn't the nicest experience but you eventually calmed down a little, the worry now showing more than when he walked into your shared home. "you need to stop overworking, Kuni", he gave out a sigh at your antics "i know, I'm sorry for worrying you" he mumbled the last part, and if you hadn´t been right next to him you wouldn´t have heard it. "well, now you need to eat, you cant say no this time. oh yeah, i´ll also make you some tea if you´d like" he was glad to see that you were back to normal "Thanks, I´d like some tea, i guess". you laughed a little "of course, coming right up, now eat" he shivered a little at your sharp tone when you said the last part " *sigh* fine".
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Extra; Albedo
its not like he wanted to worry you, he was just a little too invested in the experiment he was working on, in Dragonspine no less. so he ended up forgetting to stop and go home and instead worked himself to near death(who doesn´t, right). and when you went to check on him he didn´t even notice you, so you decided to surprise him in a hug from behind, while being careful not to ruin anything that was in front of him.
he doesn´t hate it when you surprise him, oh no, you just caught him off guard. and he definitely didn´t expect you to visit him today, but he enjoyed you being here and hugging him. he didn´t realize he had been lost in thought while staring at you til you asked him if he was okay, and to be fair he wasn´t really ok, but he said yes anyway.
"are you sure?" the question caught him off guard for the second time that hour, " *sigh* to be honest, no im not sure" he turned around and hugged you back. "are you hungry?! i can cook something if you´d like..." you looked at his face, there were bags under his eyes and he didn´t look as pretty as he normally did(he still looked pretty tho/im so very not normal abt this man/) "... you look tired, bedo. i can cook you something and then you need to sleep" you looked at him again, this time you looked more serious.
"but-" you stared at him sharply, " *sigh* -fine, I´ll eat and then sleep, but only if you do too" you smiled brightly at him "deal". you then untangled yourself from his arms and ran over to your bag to get your spices, you then started finding the eatable ingredients you have stored in his lab. after you forced made him eat something, you dragged him to bed. the experiment can wait anyway.
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thank you for reading, had a lot of fun writing this so hope you enjoyed, luv ya-Masterlist
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jasntodds · 7 months
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Ok but the gifs you just posted of jay... Mmmmm yum. He looks too good, could you imagine him coming in late at night from patrol taking off the red hood gear and laying with you and him talk about how much he loves you in that voice and look like that. Then he's like can i make you feel good?? Ughhhh Just a thot.
Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader
Summary: Jason comes home from patrol with only one thing on his mind: you
Warnings: Swearing, 18+, oral (f!receiving), idk I wrote this at 4am lmao
Words: 2,006
A/n: Anon is talking about these gifs and I, too, have some thoughts™️
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Jason has two moods when patrol gets a little messy. Sometimes, it’s like it triggers something he begs so desperately to forget. It’s as if all the memories and fears kick down his front door and barge in without ever asking for an invite.
They intrude on his space of peace and calm like a disease wreaking havoc through his nervous system. It’s not usually pretty when that happens. But, other times, it’s as if those memories knock. The fears knock softly and look at him with hope that one day things get better. It’s as if they’re just looking for a way out and Jason is the helpful type. Those nights, he’s not angry or worried or scared, instead, he’s caring. And the only thing left on his mind as he walks through the door, is you.
Jason is always caring towards you. But, on those nights, nights like tonight, it’s always a little more. Nights like tonight are harsh and cruel reminders of what he faces and what the victims face. They are harsh reminders, not that he ever needs one, that in a second, everything can change. Everything he cares about can disappear again. He can disappear from you again. And all he wants to do is be near you.
You stir awake as Jason walks into your bedroom. You can see the shiny, reflective red of the helmet coming from the hallway. A sweet and tired smile tugs at your lips because he’s home. You never really sleep well when he’s out.
“Sorry, baby, didn’t mean to wake you.” Jason mutters as he takes the helmet off.
“‘S okay.” You mumble, watching him strip the rest of the suit off. “Come to bed.” You stretch out an arm as you watch Jason smile.
It's something warm and tender pulling at the corners of his lips as he glances to the floor and then back to you. A twisting and pulling, gnaws at the bottom of his stomach and all he wants is you.
“Don’t have to ask me twice.” Jason’s chuckle is low and quiet in the room as he comes into bed, sliding right up behind you as he wraps his arms tightly around you.
Jason presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder…and then another one….and another one. He can hear you hum in front of him. Jason’s arms are strong around you, keeping your back pinned to his chest as he places a kiss to your neck. Goosebumps erupt down your spine.
“I love you.” Jason’s voice is groveled and thick against your skin.
“I love you, too, Jay.” You whisper back and Jason swears he can hear the smile on your face a he places more lazy and gentle kisses along your shoulder and neck.
You remember the first time he told you. The thundering and banging of Jason’s heart had come to a stop like it hit a wall straight on going 100mph as the words left his throat. You swore it was as if it had pained him to actually say them. But it didn’t.
It didn’t hurt to say them, it just terrified him to let those words exist anywhere outside of the dark and paranoid corners of his mind. But he said them anyway because you always told him so casually, effortlessly in such a way he was almost jealous of how effortless it was for you to say it. You said it often and softly, never even expecting him to be able to say it back but then he did because he does love you. He had always loved you and he needed you to know.
Since then, since he said those words and you gave him this wild and eager grin before catching his lips in a kiss, he says it freely now. The words fall from his lips as he’s never known any others. He tells you often, regularly, and lazily. It's become effortless for him, too.
“I love you.” Jason mutters again. “So much.” He keeps pressing kisses over your shoulders. “Ya know that, right?” Jason asks.
“Of course, Jay.” You hum softly and tenderly. “I love you, too.” You say it again because you always say it back. You swear you’ll never let him forget that you do. You know how he thinks and sometimes, those dark and twisted voices are cruel to him
Jason’s grip over your middle loosens as he slides a hand under your tank top and you shudder against him. The pads of his fingers run along your stomach gently. He traces his way up until his fingers almost dance right under your breast, just close enough to tease you as his lips are still pressing kisses along your shoulders and neck.
“Can I make you feel good?” Jason’s voice is rough against your ear, his fingers tracing below your breasts so softly you almost miss the touch.
Warmth spreads to your pussy, contracting around nothing as he asks. It’s a realization of how empty you feel without him. You'd be lying if you said watching him strip from the Red Hood gear didn't always do something to you. The suit is fitted so well and it always makes his muscles look perfect. The black and red compliments his skin in such a way it always sends a fire bubbling through your stomach.
But it’s so early, and you have work a few hours.
“It’s four in the morning and I have to work in a few hours.” You want your voice to come out sterner than it does, a betrayal from your own vocal chords. 
“Please.” Jason asks, this time the pads of his fingers trace along the top of your breast as you close your eyes, pushing your ass into him. Jason nearly growls into your neck. “Then we can sleep. Just wanna make you feel good, princess.” His words are absolutely drenched with lust as they hit your ears.
His cock is trapped in his boxes but you can feel his length, hot against your ass. Jason is careful with his fingers, nimble and gentle over your breast, nearly just hovering. He thinks of every way he can make you feel good, completely ruin you right here and right now. He’s almost desperate to hear you moaning out his name in a way that always gets his cock twitching and pulsing.
You hum softly, running over just how much sleep you can get. It’ll never be enough but your mind starts swimming as Jason bucks his hips against you. Your pussy throbs and aches, the tiredness slowly fading away from your mind. He always knows how to get you to unravel, though it’s rarely much effort on his part.
“If I’m late again, I’m blaming you.” You mumble.
You can feel the rumble of Jason’s chest as he chuckles. “That’s fine.” Jason peels himself away from your back and you groan at the sudden cold that rushes over you.
Jason pulls the blanket back before he turns you onto your back as you let out a squeal. His chuckle reverberates around the room as he slides down to position himself between your legs.
Hunger grows in the pit of your stomach as Jason presses soft and gentle kisses along your knee, pulling your legs apart. His mouth moves down your inner thigh and you squirm against him. You can feel him smirk against your skin as he pins your hips in place to keep you still.
"Thought you were tired?" Jason mocks, offering a quick glance your way and you can see the green of his eyes turn into something dark and eclectic, fueled with cockiness.
"Shut up." You mutter, hitting your head back against your pillow.
Jason kisses his way to your underwear. He presses a kiss to your cloth-covered clit and you have to bite back a moan as your hips buck desperately towards him. His chuckle is low and is followed by something you can only describe as a growl.
"Look at you, princess." His eyes flicker up towards you and you want to dive into his eyes and let yourself drown into him. "Soaking already."
You roll your eyes, hands coming to grip his hair in a desperate plea for him to shut up and get to work. It's a snicker this time that leaves his lips as he slides his thumbs into the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down and off in a quick motion.
He goes back to placing kisses to the mound of your leaking pussy and then to your hips. The burning sensation grows in your stomach as your eyes start to burn. He knows what he's doing. He always knows what he's doing and he's good at it.
"Jay." You whine, looking down at him. His eyes meet yours and you think you might burst into flames. "C'mon, please."
A flash of a smirk comes to his lips as he slides a finger through your folds, just teasing your pussy, never taking his eyes off you. He watches your mouth part as a soft and sweet gasp leaves your lips. Your grip on his hair tightens and he loves to watch you fall apart, come completely unraveled with the smallest of touches.
“Think you’ve been waiting for me like this all night.” Jason coos, effortlessly teasing your leaking pussy. Jason breaks eye contact to kiss your swollen clit before sucking it into his mouth. A jolt close to lightning shoots through your body as you let out a raspy moan. “That right, baby?” He flashes that signature grin of cockiness your way and if he weren't so good at it, you might actually want to bite it off of his face.
Jason is cocky and it's not something you'd normally find attractive but there's something in the way he executes it that he sends you into a spin. Jason makes the cockiness attractive and he always backs it up. He's not cocky for no reason and he knows it.
He presses the flat of his long along your pussy, licking all the way up before sucking your clit back into his mouth. It twitches against his lips and your head starts to spin. Your hips buck up but Jason pins them back down, his hand strong and sterny against your flesh.
“Gonna make you feel so good, princess.” Jason coos against you, his breath against your sends a chill down your spine.
Jason moves his tongue, tracing letters against your clit, finding the rythym he knows will get you to unravel into a mess beneath him. He slots two fingers into your pussy, curling them up to the second knuckle until he feels the spongey patch inside of you.
Your head spins and you think gravity might cease to exist if he lets go of you. Your fingers grip and tug his hair, trying to bring him closer to you as the pressure fills your stomach.
Jason's ears collect every gasp and pretty moan that leaves your lips, his name sounding like the closest thing to heaven he's ever heard. His fingers soak up your juices until the pressure finally becomes too much as you're calling out his name in quick succession, your thighs trying to clamp around his head until Jason presses them back down into the mattress.
He works you through your orgasm and only comes up for air as you nearly beg him, your clit pulsing against his tongue.
"Told you I'd make you feel good, baby." Jason's toothy grin glistens in the low light.
You shake your head, your eyes lust-blown. But, he catches the hint of a grin pulling at your lips. "My turn." You gesture your hands lazily at him for him to up towards you.
Jason tilts his head back as a chuckle rumbles through his chest. His eyes lock with yours, his pupils blown but there's something soft in them. "I love you." Jason mutters, climbing his way back up to you.
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helpwhatsthis · 1 year
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could I request smut of best friend Robin coming across photos of reader and Eddie sending one another nudes 😱 then later on reader and Robin sext?
eddies girl- r.b./e.m
thank you sm for requesting babes!
I changed it bc I am very picky abt my modern aus, but there are definitely still nudes and this is way better than sexting.
ignore the use of time period inaccurate toys!
disclaimer that there are no relations between eddie and robin! (if anyone tries to argue with me about robins sexuality, prepare to have a molotov cocktail thrown in your window ♡)
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robin had know she was fucked from the moment she saw you punch a russian in the face during summer of 85'.
she'd known she was even more fucked the moment she pulled open eddies nightstand in search of a song to save nancy.
before she could even move her eyes to the contents of the drawer, eddie had started screaming and running toward her. the tapes were forgotten from both of her hands when she gazed down to see god knows how many photos of one of her best friends in such... compromising positions.
if it hadn't been for steves screams to hurry up, and eddies pointed yet still terrified stare- she thinks she would have laughed from the shock of it all. because if she was a little more perverted (and a lot less rushed) it would have been like striking gold to her.
she can't deny to herself how many times she'd thought about the small glimpse she'd had. once everyone was safe, and eddie and max had been released from the hospital, it was all she had thought about for days. she'd barely left her room. every time her eyes closed, she saw it. saw you. tied up to your headboard, eddies hellfire shirt bunched up over your tits, and his hands pressing on your stomach. your head thrown back in ecstacy.
and with the sight came the questions. would you ever, in a million years or another lifetime let her touch you like that? what would you sound like? do want to fuck eddie as much as he talks about wanting to fuck you?
now her thighs are clenching together in the dusk surrounding the lake. she feels like a preteen boy, about to blow her load in her jeans while you moan along with joan jett to cherry bomb.
how could she not? your eyes are glassy and bloodshot, smoke falling from your nose. your black bathing suit leaves nothing of your body shape to the imagination. but most of all, even in the low light she can see the dark hickies on your skin.
"she's so fucking perfect, isn't she?" eddie muses softly, his knee bumping her own. guilt immediately fills her being when she looks back at him. even though his skin is covered in harsh scars, and there's a fear lurking in his eyes, he smiles as he watches you.
he loves you.
and you love him.
"to the ends of the earth, teddy" you had whispered in the back of steves car while begging him to hang on.
"i- I mean yeah, sure-" she stumbles on her words, sure shes been caught staring for too long.
"cool it, buckley." he smirks, turning his gaze to her. "I know you want to fuck my girlfriend, there's no reason to freak out."
"I don't!" she blurts, probably a little too loudly when you and steve turn back to look at her.
"shut up rob," he laughs, smacking her shoulder. "I know you have a shitty sleep schedule, and you have work tomorrow. so me and the succubus are gonna head home."
"dick" you grit, reaching up to slap his ass harshly as he stands.
why the fuck is he covering for her right now?
she's seen how possessive eddie can get, even before his escapades in an alternate dimension. since then, they'd only increased tenfold.
"we'll finish this conversation later." he murmurs, leaning down and feigning a kiss goodbye on the top of her head.
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"-and she's lovin' him with that body, I just know it. and he's holding her in his arms late-late at night-"
robin groans, throwing her head back against the headrest of steves passenger seat. "alright, sorry springfield. I can't handle you tonight."
she reaches to turn down the radio, causing steve to fake a moan of agony.
"shit, robin. is this y/n. again?" he asks, glancing at her pitifully.
"yes, again." she snaps. "it's like she knows exactly how to work her way into the most minute crevices of my brain" she explains exaggeratedly with her hands.
much to her annoyance, steve just chuckles.
"and eddie knows-" she looks at him, finally allowing her fear to show through. she knows that some point, eddie had threatened a guy within an inch of his life, all because he heard from someone who heard from someone else that the guy had a crush on you.
she did not feel like having eddie threaten to put a pipe bomb in her mailbox. or whatever deranged shit came out of his mouth.
"and how would he know?" steve asks skeptically.
because all I do is stare at her boobs,
or because I stole one of her shirts,
maybe even because sometimes I wake myself up moaning her name in my sleep.
"I don't know." she lies. straight through fucking teeth. "but he told me he knows."
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"alright, I'll be back in a few." you huff, grabbing eddies keys so that you could pick up steve and some take out. "love you, bubba" you hum, pressing a short kiss to eddies lips that makes robin painfully aware of being the third wheel.
"love you too." he smiles blissfully as he watches you walk out the door. it takes less than a second for him to turn back to her, cheshire grin upturning his lips. "let's get down to business-"
he wiggles his brows at her, causing her to roll her eyes. "and what would that be, edward?" she snaps, looking anywhere but his face. she knows that if she looks at him too long, she'll become a sobbing, apologizing mess.
"well, all three of us are off thursday." he shrugs. "and wayne is going out with some fishing buddies-" he smirks, biting his lip as he leans toward her.
"that means y/n and I are gonna have that new, big nda money house all to ourselves... unless of course you wanna come over?"
and she can see it vividly now, playing behind her eyelids. she's not stupid. she nows eddie fucked you on every surface of the new place after you'd bought it with your hush money.
it's a nice place, a really nice place actually. it's no harrington mansion, but you have eddie have a big plush bed on the second floor.
she wonders what it'd be like, to fuck you the king size bed you share with your boyfriend.
"and what would happen if I did come over?" she bites the bullet, looking skeptically at eddie. she almost wishes she hadn't when she sees the victorious look on eddies face.
"well y'know, it's not like I've put too much thought to it-" he laughs, eyes lost in thought as he absent-mindedly picks at the couch. "but you probably come in and find her tied to one of the kitchen chairs, wand buzzing against her puffy clit and begging someone to fill her up."
and she can almost hear it then, the loud buzzing and your whines for him.
no, for her.
"and of course I'd be mean, tell her no. and you'd get to play the hero, making her cum over and over on your pink cock."
there's a burning in her stomach, and she almost cries out when she clenches her thighs.
"god robin, she gets so wet for you. I make her tell me about how she wants your fingers inside and your tits in her face when im fucking her."
and she can't suppress it then, a soft moan pulling from her throat. she pulls her knees under her chin, peering up at him through teary eyes. he smiles, almost warmly as he claps a hand on her shoulder.
"so come over, or don't. s'up to you darlin'."
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her hands are shakey as she reaches to close the mirror on the visor, letting out a huff of anxiety.
"you're really gonna do this?" steve ask, pulling her out of her thoughts.
"I guess so, and if it's horrible I'll call you when you're on break and make you come pick me up." she shrugs, looking back out the window.
"It's not gonna be horrible, rob." steve states, even though he knows very well that his is definitely out of her comfort zone.
she's so lost in her own head that she barely notices when he stops the car in the driveway.
"oh god-" she murmurs softly, gazing at the front door.
"It's just eddie and y/n, you'll be okay." he promises, reaching out a squeezing her hand.
the walk to the door feels endless on her trembling legs. she almost can bring herself to knock when she finally reaches it. but she does.
"It's open!" she hears eddie call from inside.
before she even has the door all the way open, she hears you cry out.
"eddie, please." you beg, hands fisting your binds and hips trying to wiggle away from the vibrations. it's a fruitless effort, only adding stimulation to your swollen cunt.
your beautiful. it's a simple thought, and the first thing that occurs to her as she stares into the the living room.
she thinks that eddie must have the self control of a god, being able to write nerd shit in his notebook while you're tied up and jerking around like that right in front of him.
"god eddie, please make it stop." you pant, body slumping and pushing your clit into the toy harder.
he only smiles, reaching out and turning it up a setting. you practically scream, head falling back and making her knees feel weak.
"come torture her a bit, buckley." he smiles at her. "lose the clothes on the way." he hums, going back to his notebook.
and she's waited so long to see you like this that she obeys without a second thought, striping down to her underwear and sitting beside him on the couch.
from here, she can see all of you. you're chest is heaving so hard it makes your tits bounce. there's visible tremors running through your belly. and your cunt, fuck. it's leaking everywhere and your puffy clit is twitching against the head of the wand.
"r-robin-" you choke, voice broken. "please make it stop?" you you beg, tear filled eyes pleading at her.
"oh y/n." she hums, reaching out to wipe the tear tracks from your cheeks. you push into her touch, and jerk a second later when eddie flicks the handle of the wand.
"make her cum." he says, relaxing back into the couch with his arms behind his head.
"how?" she asks, not able to tear her gaze from your clenching hole.
he sits up wordlessly, reaching for the clasp of her bra. he stops, eyes asking for permission. she nods, and seconds later the material is falling from her chest.
the sound you make is strangled, wanting nothing more than to feel the hard buds of her nipples against your tongue.
"do whatever feels right?" eddie shrugs.
and so she does, standing from the couch and pulling down her panties. your whining, body keening toward hers as you watch her undress.
she can help herself, hands caressing your face and she guides it so that your chin rests on her sternum.
it almost feel natural as she moves her hands to the sides of her breasts, pushing them and effectively smashing you between them.
and she giggles, fucking giggles, as you sob into her skin.
"can I kiss her?" she asks shyly, looking over her shoulder at eddie.
"you can do whatever the fuck you want to her, robin" he grins.
the next thing you know, her mouth is on yours, her tongue running along yours. you don't even notice her moving, so consumed by her mouth. she drops on your lap, folds warm and wet against your legs as her hand wraps around your neck.
"f-fuck" you cry into her mouth when she squeezes slightly.
and then she's in a daze, hips rocking against your mound and causing you to thrust into the vibe.
you take her tit into your mouth, nearly biting at her nipple and making her moan.
"oh fuck, that's it y/n" she gasps, hands tugging your hairs.
"go on and cum for her, baby." eddie encourages, reaching out and squeezing you knee.
it's euphoria as you let go. cunt clenching and feeling your pulse everywhere. your deaf to your owns screams of pleasure, deaf to both of their praising words. it's just wave after wave of bliss.
when you come to, the wand is clicked off. your head is resting on robins shoulder and her hands are rubbing soothing circles on your back.
"come on, princess. buckley isn't done with you yet." he hums, beginning to untie you.
"your getting payback for that teasing." you threaten, making robin laugh.
"oh yeah, and how is that?" he smirks.
"when is steves next day off?" you smile devilishly up at robin.
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steviestits · 2 months
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witch arranged marriage
Thank you for the ask!
Witch Arranged Marriage: Basically, Steve's parents made a deal with the Munson clan of witches, arranging Steve to marry the clan's heir, Eddie. Eddie grew-up knowing Steve would be his husband in the future. Steve, not so much.
CW: Hinted Mpreg if you squint. It's going to be in the main work, though.
When Steve came down the stairs and into the living room, he was surprised to see that the guest was the man that he’d met at the party and another gruffer looking man who was a bit older. The two were dressed very differently from each other, (the man Steve knew was dressed in all black with silver jewelry adorning his person while the others was dressed down in flannel and jeans) but they both gave off an air of power that couldn’t be denied. They glanced up as Steve entered, with the man in black grinning widely at him from where he stood.
“There you are, sweetheart,” the man said, striding over to take Steve into his arms.
Steve stiffened, not used to the sudden affection. “Mom, Dad, what’s going on?”
“You didn’t tell him yet?” the older man huffed gruffly.
“Tell me what?” Steve asked. “What are they talking about?”
Exchanging looks, his mom and dad tensed, as if they had been hoping that they wouldn’t be noticed. The two of them glared at each other, seeming to have a silent argument about who would address the situation. His dad stepped forward eventually, having lost whatever fight they’d been having previously.
Clearing his throat, his dad said, “We didn’t tell him because we thought that since Steve wasn’t born a girl then you’d be after our granddaughter and thus didn’t feel the need to inform Steve of the agreement as not to pressure him.”
“Why the fuck would I want your granddaughter!?” the man in black yelled.
“Eddie, calm down,” the older man warned. “Just because they’re idiots doesn’t mean you have to shout.”
“I don’t understand,” Steve said, looking from the older man to Eddie. “Why did I need to be born a girl? And why did you think I’d give complete strangers my daughter!?”
“I’m not a stranger, princess,” Eddie said, tugging Steve closer to him. “I’m your future husband. You really should’ve been more prepared, though it explains why you didn’t recognize me at the party.”
“But Steve’s a boy!” his mom shouted. “You said you needed someone to carry on the Munson line! Steve, he- He clearly doesn’t have the right equipment, so you can’t blame us for assuming that you wouldn’t want him!”
“You let us worry about that,” the older man said. “You should know better than anyone else the miracles our line’s magic can work. It got you where you are today, after all.”
At that, Steve’s parents paled, and Steve was starting to get the picture. He didn’t know about the magic part, but from what he could tell, his parents had made a deal with these people to further their riches, using Steve, and his future children, as a bargaining chip to get what they wanted. It should’ve made Steve feel good that his parents were fighting to keep him, but realistically, he knew in his heart that they weren’t fighting for him, instead wanting to keep the heir they had raised.
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psycho-chair · 4 months
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Drew him off of memory 💀 uhhhh here you go ig
YOOOO IT'S MY BOY!!!! STRAY!!! HIM!!!! AUGH
augh god i need to write more for that fic man, i miss writing that fic but i've been on such a fuckin block for a while now and i don't think it'll happen for a little while longer
i feel like i've been posting less and less????? idk i'm working on it cackles
BUT HIMMMM
he's so neat in your style dude
i feel like him and cur would just get in a fucking FIGHT because. stray is a cat with massive trust issues and would be SO defensive like god he'd get in a fight out of anxiety around cur WEEPING
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bradshawsbitch · 7 months
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Walking up to Bobby after a long night at the Hard Deck and just resting your head on his shoulder. He knows at that moment, your social batter has been used up.
ohhh yes 🥺 he just puts his arm around you and brings you into his embrace, let’s you decide if you feel like blocking out the sights by burying your face in his neck or chest as his other arm comes up to rub soothingly at your back🥺 leans down a little to murmur
“time to leave, little honey?” And you just nod against his chest which makes him smile soo fondly 😭 he quietly gathers your things and catches Roosters eye, and he’d just murmur “we’re gonna head out, thanks for tonight man!” And Bradley would just nod and wave at you before distracting the rest of the squad so y’all can get out without a fuss🥹
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hotwheelschili · 4 months
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Sainz Sr has always rubbed me the wrong way, maybe not like Jos Verstappen levels of ick, but pretty up there… that mentality he taught Carlos from the young age that he has to toughen up if he wants to succeed, I can’t imagine saying to my kid that he can’t be himself and be successful at the same time. And sure, maybe this mentality is right for the sport, but it seems like it’s not right for Carlos as a person which in turn affects him as an athlete because he’s afraid to disappoint his father or embarrass their family name so he has to play up the ‘tough’ act. Idk. My perception is that he’s just different than his dad but he’s been molded into someone else his whole life so there’s a big conflict inside of him. His dad needs to step away from managing Carlos’ career me thinks, I feel like that would bring Carlos at least some peace
I wanna relate the ‘toughen up’ with the way he acts around people, he’s so constructed around patriarcal masculinity that being soft around people is weak and so he has to masc his affection by being rough (ie. his way of showing affection is physical touch but feminine! So I’ll hit and shove and throw you around bc I’m a man and I’m supposed to be rough)
It’s so obvious that senior is the most important member of the sainz family, he’s a renowned sportsman plus I’m guessing he’s the responsible one for the family’s wealth and political power so everyone looks up to him as the leader and so being named Carlos, after him is such a big honor and you’re the only boy! So you have to carry on the legacy of the successful sainz family, so you have to live up to be as great and efficient and be a leader, be a shark, a force to be reckoned with, that’s what you father tells you since you are 6, and all the family around you telling you “you got to be as great as your father”. In a family with such conservative and patriarcal values there’s no room to make a mistake or even be mid, it’s glory or failure, and they won’t hesitate throwing at his face everything they have given him and his only job being to be the person they boast around in gatherings and events.
But Carlos, he’s soft, he show he cares, he doesn’t like putting people down, he never boasts about winning bc he can see that the real fun part was the activity and not the result, ofc he likes winning, everyone does but like with lando, when asked who wins at golf and saying ‘oh in the end we didn’t keep score’ or with charles in the challenges, whenever charles gets too competitive he always offers to share the points instead or recognizing his efforts out loud.
I think he does feel immense pressure of living to his dads standards, show him he can be as good as his dad expects him to be, a carlos sainz as good as carlos sainz and the spanish media have a whole cultural background approach to carlos that he has to be perceived as a tough, emotionless guy, he always sounds snarky and very masculine coded when talking to dazn, very matter of fact. With his country also expecting him to succeed like the other spaniard in the grid with 2 wdc.
I agree with you, if his dad stopped managing him I think he would be able to relax and craft his approach to the sport that he loves in a more personal way and not with his dads expectations but also financial and political interests looming over him.
This was very rambly and messy and the anthropological pov discourse possessed me for a little bit there.
If you have any more thoughts I’ll be happy to read them.
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alex-the-illusory · 1 year
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[when she walks up to the door she’s sitting on the doorstep]
Ophelia
[tilts her head, confused, before walking up]
Hey, darling. What brings you here?
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willgrahamscock · 3 days
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Madame cock what do you have against the piss people
have you not seen me fighting for our rights
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alexsays-no · 2 days
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do you like huskerdust?????????????
YESSSSSSSSS
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Like literally love them so so so much
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cillmequick · 4 months
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Ma'am please bestow upon me your amazing smut writing ways! 😩Your smut scenes are always top tier and I'm so jealous! I feel like all of my smut writing ends up turning out sounding the same.
Awwwh Lau 🥹🥹 Thank you babe, that’s so sweet of you - you’re so kind to me ♥️
And I was going to joke that I have no idea how I do it (and that is true to an extent - lots of it just happens in the moment!) but real talk, writing smut is one of the things I find MOST difficult in writing. It’s so time consuming to get it right, or it is for me anyway!
But here’s how I try and approach it… apologies I’m chatty and this got a bit long but I hope it’s useful to you and others!
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Alex’s Guide To Writing Smut
Understand the context
1. What’s the vibe? Why are they having sex?
Is it angry/angsty/longing/needy/soft/sweet/something else I can’t think of right now? How are the characters arriving into the smut, because it totally shapes how you think about the tone of the scene and how the actual act will play out. Angry rough fucking is not the same as soft, we just woke up and I need you again sex. And that doesn’t need a tonne of exposition to set out in the story but you, the author, need to know where it’s coming from.
2. What’s their relationship?
Like above, sex between people who have been together for ages is different from sex with someone new(ish). Of course you can still surprise each other in a long term relationship but new relationships are all about discovery. And this affects how they communicate during the act itself, and how comfortable they might be together (as well as in voicing likes and dislikes). Also, a one night stand won’t be the same as a pairing who are a couple, and not all of those are born equal - is it a one night of fun or is that we only have one night, because we shouldn’t/can’t do this, but I love you? Those bring very different energies!
Creating scenes that feel ‘real’
4. Limbs logistics
This is the stuff that takes me the longest because I’m a weirdo and I like to be able to properly picture who and what’s where at any given moment! Do think about whether it’s physically possible for his hand to be there if it was just somewhere entirely different. And don’t be afraid to have a little fun with it if your setting allows a bit of real life challenges. Getting stuck or whatever and giggling about it is so human and relatable and will add realism.
3. Use ALL the senses.
Obviously this is an important tip for writing generally but if you want to build a sensory picture and create intimacy it’s extra important in smut writing. Smut writing isn’t just describing where all the limbs and appendages go - if you want it to be immersive you need to go beyond that and explore how the characters FEEL and what else they are experiencing:
- Smells in particular are especially evocative and unique. They stir up emotions and or create a sense of safety.
- Think about how you describe the different kinds of touches (again, all relates to knowing your context). Not just stimulation touch but how they hold each other, breath on skin etc. Are they gentle or rough. And most importantly, how does it feel - both touching and being touched.
- Don’t forget about taste - you don’t have to major on it if it gives you the ick but it’s part of the sexual experience so don’t forget to consider how it might be useful to include.
- Sound allows you to convey emotion with and without dialogue. How does their voice sound? When you’re pressed together can you actually feel the sound? You can use this to show progress too as they get closer to climax. (That feels so wrong to write in a non-smut scene context!)
5. Choice of positions/ sexual acts
My personal preference is starting with foreplay cos I enjoy writing the build up, but sometimes (back to context again!) that doesn’t make sense for your pairing. Deciding what they actually do during the smut scene totally depends on all the stuff in the section above. For example, are they short on time? Do they have all night? Is it the only night they might ever have and so they want to do everything you can think of? All of these will affect what kind of sex they have and the kind of energy they bring to it.
I rarely sit down and plot this out (but I’m not a plotter anyway so that’s just me) - I write what feels right in the moment because I’ve focussed my effort on knowing WHY these two particular people are having sex. Allow the context to guide what feels natural and have fun with it.
6. Dialogue
I used to write with hardly dialogue during smut because it made me uncomfortable trying to squeeze it in, but I’ve got better at it as I’ve written more. So I think you have to do what feels right for you, as the writer. But also, once again, you need to know what your characters would do. Are they talkers? Is one of them noisy but the other is the silent type? Does one have a filthy mouth that makes the other weak and they like to use that against them? Do you want to include a praise kink or someone who gets off on being humiliated (don’t forget AFTER CARE!). All of that affects what kind of dialogue you might have.
Personally I still tend to keep it quite limited (writing Emmett and the whole ‘having to be quiet’ is my fav kink of the moment!). Instead, I focus more on the senses side of things, and let them get a bit lost in the pleasure inside their own heads. And instead of external dialogue, I often opt for more internal chat about how the other person and what they’re doing makes them feel. And how they feel is influenced by, you guessed it, the context!
What to do when it all feels a bit too ‘samey’
So to Lauren’s original ask about scenes feeling overly similar - especially when you’re working with the same set of characters in a long running series. I have this all the time, especially with my Lockdown series because those two are just feral for each other! To tackle getting stuck in a rut, here’s what I think about:
Surprise, surprise, it’s all about CONTEXT again!
Ok yes, you only have so many sexual acts and positions to work with. And not everyone wants to write all the kinks in the land, I know I don’t! But what is different every time is why your couple is having sex - what’s led to/inspired that moment and how are they coming into the scene. So I refer you back to the very first section - understand the scenario and mood you’re trying to create. You can stack the different acts however you like but the energy and emphasis and emotion your characters bring to that should inherently make it feel different each time.
If you want a real life example, check out the smut scenes in this mini series - they fuck in every chapter but each time the context and how the characters come into the scene is different, so (I hope!) the smut reads differently.
And finally
Do not underestimate the power of a little humour! Real life sex can be funny. It’s intimate and, lots of the time, with someone you are (or want to be) very close to. They are moments of physical and emotional connection. Let the people be people. Don’t make it all perfect all the time. Life isn’t like that! 🤍
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Other useful resources
How to write smut by @youneedsomeprompts
Smut terminology study
Useful smut language/sound descriptors
Really good guide to smut terms
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Awesomely cute dividers by @firefly-graphics
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noellefan101 · 5 months
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But miss noodle what if we did chose Scara <33
oh my oh my anon, you´re a feisty one indeed-... say less ig
Characters: Scaramouche x gn reader, Kazuha x gn reader
Warnings: yandere themes, killing/murder, suicide(more like murder disguised as suicide), kissing, modern au,
part 2-ish to this
Note: 'miss noodle' omg i love it, also imma work on something fluff next bc omg this is a lot for me, so yeah. i didn´t have many ideas for this, if you want though you can request something specific so i know how to do it(not shaming anyone btw, you don´t have to make it complicated or advanced). and my computer and charger finally works(i got a new charger), i love youuuu
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You chose him, you finally chose him. You can´t choose Kazuha anymore anyway, he already made sure that you can´t.
He wasn´t expecting you to turn up to his door, ever, yet there you were in all your beauty and... crying? oh right he almost forgot how he made Kazuha commit "suicide", but what he didn´t think would happen was that you came to him for comfort. he was happy about it, of course he was, but he just didn´t understand, why him? but he could figure that out another time, right now you came back to him and that was all that mattered right now, you only have to worry about you and him for now.
He was quick to hug you tightly to his chest when he had gotten his thoughts together, not letting go until you asked him to or never. As he stroked your hair for comfort his thoughts started to go wild again, what if you found out it was him, would you then hate him again... he stopped himself before his thoughts could get any worse, you were never leaving him again, he´ll do anything to make you stay. make you stay with him. even if that meant killing the rest of your friends and family, so you only had him left, had him to go to.
He would give you anything you wanted, your favorite food, drink, plushy anything you needed or wanted he would get for you. he wouldn´t let anyone hurt you, and if they did... no he shouldn´t think about that now, you were safe in his arms, you are in his arms. you can´t leave him now, you already chose him, the better him, the one who won´t hurt you ever. now you can´t choose anyone else, just him. and he´ll do better than before, he promises he´ll try for you, just for you.
As long as you are with him he won´t hurt you, as long as you don´t question him for his actions, its all for your protection he swears it is. all he wants to do is protect you, protect you from the world, from the longing eyes of strangers, that he´ll end up killing if they look for too long.
He´ll make sure you´ll choose him forever, and only him. He´ll do anything to make you choose him, anything.
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viva-la-knox · 4 months
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I cannot express how On My Own is not about Éponine getting friendzoned, it is SO much more than that. I really want to ramble about it, but it’s gonna be HELLA long and I have no idea if you even want to hear it at all. 😭
As someone who doesn’t believe in the concept of the “friend zone” yeah I think this is a pretty fair take. I’m interested in hearing more about what your interpretation is. I’m about to dive back into the book again and plan on taking detailed notes to post here as I’m doing so. I like being able to compare characterizations between different forms of media.
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