#myself and said himself he did it just because he felt like it & wasnt sorry 😭 what on earth was wrong with my brain going back to that

[minimoxha]

kinktober 2023 - the album

௹ sᴏɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ - ᴅᴜᴍʙɪғɪᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ AND sex pollen

௹ ғᴛ- ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴅᴅ, sᴇx ᴘᴏʟʟᴇɴ, degregation

i was gonna do soilja boy but do people like the boys still?

"You are nothing more than a dumb whore, I swear." Jason pushed out a struggled moan as he thrusts deep down your throat. Even though I did sit there, hands tied behind my back and taking Jasons cock on the floor you I wondered with my brain three seconds away from becoming useless, where this had come from.

Sex pollen was what his new attitude had come from. After a run with Ivy's sex pollen, Bruce had mistakenly allowed Jason to come home to you because he was showing no signs of symptoms and he urged the man to let him go home. Though a late bloomer, the pollen was still there and took Jason by storm which led to the current events.

The brunette man let out a long moan as he shook with his pending orgasm on the rise. "Fuck your mouth is amazing." He sped up his assault on your throat while holding my head tighter as if I was going to go anywhere, to begin with. His dick twitched as he came down my throat with loud moans. His grip on my head loosened as he shut his eyes in pure bliss, allowing himself to feel the bliss of his orgasm that probably felt 10x better because of the sex pollen he was currently on.

When the last spurts of cum finally sprayed all over my mouth he let me go and stumbled to the other side of the room. Shakily lifting myself up, I look at the man as he hunched over our shared apartment bed, making all types of noises. For a second, I thought about the best way to approach him before creaping up behind him.

"Jay? Are you alright?" You spoke with a waivered tone to your voice. It wasnt fear, no, it was worry because Jason sounded like he was truly in pain. And when he turned to face you, cheeks red and dick hard, he looked as if he was in pain. How could he be like that after he just came down your throat? His cock hard as if he didnt cum at all? "Jay? What the hell?!"

I'd be muttering those same words when Jay grabbed mefrom where I was , steps behind him and slammed my body on the bed pretty damn harshly. "I'm sorry- I have to be inside of you, Y/n." He said, pretty damn warn out and in a rather scared tone as if he didnt know what was coming. That did set red flags in my head but the way he was whimpering and treated me made the red mix into green really quick. Slowly moving my hands up his chest in an attempt to be sexy, I nodded at him.

Jason had all the confirmation he needed even though he didn't really need confirmation in the beginning. He just came home and placed me on my knees before ramming into my mouth at the start of the night anyway. However, once he got the confirmation he decided to use me as he pleased, starting with flipping me over on my hands and knees and allowing me to put all my weight down on his face to eat me out. I was lucky that his hands had somehow found their way in an unbreakable grip on my hips or I might have tried to lift myself up from the pleasure I was receiving. It made me think, when was the last time Jason had sat to properly eat me out? To damn long, obviously, as I was shaking and convulsing from the movements he had made with his tongue. He moved and twisted his tongue like my pussy was the last meal he'd ever have, I moaned loudly. My hands rushed to find somewhere that I could hold me as my orgasm snuck up on me and crashed. Jasons assault got worse as my orgasm subsided, his grip getting tighter and his tounge going faster, leaving me extremely overstimulated.

Jason didn't stop until he felt my hands banging on his head, using every attempt to move that I could. By the time he was finished, my mind was starting to feel pretty cloudy again. "Jay- I need a break." I attempted to mutter out but I'm sure it came out as a moan and a whine mixed in with some broken English.

However, even If it didn't come out in broken English and moans, there was no way that Jason was stopping now. In a flash, he flipped me over to lie on my back. I could see him, slowly moving his hands up my body until he got to my pussy which was dripping from his tongue and my arousal. It only got wetter as he started to position his cock to line up with my entrance. He roughly pushed in and started his thrusts at a brutal pace, not giving my pussy any time to adjust to his size. Not that I needed it anyway, my mind went hazy before either of us could finish. All I could hear was Jaon let out curses of " You dumb baby bitch." And "I'm just going to turn you fucking stupid before I completely went (temporarily) brain-useless. I did feel the many orgasms gave me throughout the night before he even finished himself. And even when he did, he wasnt completely out of commisison yet, he took a minute (if that) before moving me in whatever positions he wanted and changing my guts.

In the morning, I awoke to an aching pain in my ass and a weak feeling in my legs. It felt like I was hit by a bus but I wasn't. I was hit by the after-effects of the sex-pollinated man who lay next to me, finally asleep.

IM TRYING TO GET BETTER AT WRITING SMUT- WAIT!

[lizzyaka]

I hadn't seen your blog since ages!!! And I really do love your takes because they are so different from others (and sometimes me too)

I did make a post about that Bunny wasn't sad about the farmer dying. It is how I interpreted it from the book. I do think Bunny was gonna eventually tell the police about it. I just don't necessarily think it was because he felt bad for the farmer's death. It was HIS friends who killed the farmer and that's what made him feel so guilty and go down the spiral.

If he was in the bacchanal with them and they had all accidentally killed the farmer, Bunny's not the type of person to turn himself in. He WOULD have done the same. He would have tried to save himself. He wouldn't have minded then if the farmer had died because he himself was involved in it

Even if this a hypothetical situation as you said, we don't know how Bunny will react to it.

It is clear he is more human than all the others and more capable of feeling remorse and empathy. But that doesn't mean in a situation where he is going to jail, he won't try to cover it up.

He will definitely feel more guilty than all the others did

They just went "oh well, what can we do"

Bunny would have eventually spilled the beans because of the humanity in him. Maybe to his gf or friends or anyone. Like he told Richard.

Bunny is STILL NOT morally superior in my eyes just because he wasn't directly involved in murder. It is because he wasn't involved that it makes it so much more grey.

We don't know a lot about Bunny in general.

What if he was involved in the death? Wouldn't he be in the same plane as them?

In this case they wouldn't kill Bunny, and they all would be in the same situation. Henry didn't kill Bunny cuz he was a sociopath.

They seem worse than him because they killed him but if they didn't, we won't consider them worse.

He would have done the same as they did but with more guilt and remorse.

To me it seemed like Bunny wasn't upset the farmer died but he was upset that his friends killed him, lied to him and hid their crime, that made him feel an intense amount of guilt on behalf of them.

That's all I want to say.

(I don't agree with all your opinions on TSH but I don't mean to hate on it 😭😭😭😭. I saw the post of you calling me out and felt I needed to explain myself. Again, I just wanted to give my opinions on Bunny, I know he is more hated than the rest and it's BAD. It's just we see so little of Bunny being good that you can't blame people for not liking him. My opinions of him have softened each time I re-read the book and he definitely didn't deserve to die as some people say)

Sorry for the long ask lol, I just had a lot of emotions 🤧🤧🤧

Im so sorry for the late reply really ive been suuuper drained and ive been waiting until i get my energy back to reply but days have passed and im still mentally and physically worn out and i just feel rude at this point😭 i really wish i could give a longggg reply bc i love yapping about tsh but theres a stopper in my brain that prevents the thoughts from flowing so ill leave this post here where i talk in length about this topic and why i dont think bunny could have ever been involved in the murder.

Anddd i dont blame people for not liking bunny!!! I think thats a very valid opinion. I dont think hes a good person but i love his character

And tysm for what u said abt my blog! I loveeee hearing opinions that differ from mine so pls feel free to debate me on my takes i find it really enjoyable <3 my interpretation of the book is after all just an interpretation and i love hearing how other people come to different conclusions based on the same text

And wdym by the post i called u out on? Im kinda confused on that bc i dont remember having called anyone out on my blog 😭 but sorry if u somehow felt attacked by one of my posts, it def wasnt my intention

[1leeknower]

"I hate the rain, but if the rain was love, i'd be standing in it ti'll i'm soaking wet"

⏤͟͟͞͞ Lee know x Male reader

angst!

part 2 here

Drabble cause i just cant bring myself to write a full oneshot! 😀 (i might end up doing a part two of this) Not proofread!

Two knocks on minho's door, "weird" He thought since he wasnt waiting for anybody; Once he opened the door, in the pouring rain stood a man, crying, soaked, with a pout on his lips, the first thing Lino did was pull the other guy inside, it was his "friend", Y/n.

Lino goes to get some towels for Y/n, while said man was left on the living room, waiting for the smaller male to come back.

The fact is, Y/n is very, very, very insecure, and is always seeking approval from others, which leads to him thinking he's not enough, making him drink more and more, It broke Minho's heart seeing him like this. Lino loved Y/n, but said boy just couldnt see it, too busy chasing people who just aren't worth a penny, much less all that admiration.

Today was one of those midnights where sadness would take over, leading Y/n to the closest bar, when he just couldn't take it anymore he would just drag his feet to Minho's place, crying himself to sleep, The next day he would leave by the morning, before minho woke up; It was a vicious cycle, repeating over and, over again.

It Hurt minho maybe just the same amount as It Hurt Y/n, whenever the L/n got drunk, he did things that he would regret later, one of those times he kissed minho, Y/n still didnt know that, lino knew that if Y/n found out things would get weird between them and since L/n would always talk about how he regrets everything once he's sober, lee know thought that Y/n would regret the kiss, Lino also felt guilty, because he got too carried away and kissed his friend back, even though he knew you weren't in your right state of mind, he spent many nights wide awake thinking about how stupid he had been.

Bangchan and Jisung already had told him that he shouldn't keep on taking care of you and being so mean to himself, he was trying his best, and in this moment he was the only one actually caring for you, but he just couldn't help it, he loved you so much to just leave you hanging like that, even if that shattered his heart into tiny little pieces.

Taking a deep breath, he took the towels and left to go back to the other male in the living room, Y/n was standing, holding into the hem of his shirt, eyes red and puffy, tears still dripping on his face, Lino handed L/n the towel, but just as he thought the taller male was reaching for the towel, Y/n pulled Lino by his wrists soon holding him into a tight hug:— Im sorry, I love you – Y/n said, muffled by Lee Know's covered shoulder, no response, Minho wanted to tell L/n everything, but he just didn't have the confidence, he felt pathetic.

—I don't wanna hurt you, I just don't know what to do, everything right now is just a mess and I don't know how to handle it, but you make everything seem perfect, like problems didn't even exist with you – Y/n's words stung, Hard to tell who was hurt the most; Lino couldn't bring himself to form a full sentence, all he did was give in into Y/n's touch, holding back the tears, the confessions, holding back the entire world he had going on his mind, he was hurt too, but no one could see it, he thought that it was because he just wouldn't let people get closer to him, but then he noticed it's in reality because people just don't care about anyone else; Once again Y/n spoke, even tho he wasn't getting replies, he felt comfortable enough to open up, even if Lino wasn't listening:— do you think im useless? – "do you think im mean?"

[sunsetrubdowns]

Also. Hi. I remembered I can talk as much as I want to on here. Do you want to hear about this guy I kind of broke up with but kind of wasnt really dating to begin with and will probably have to break up with again for good measure. This actually turned into an insanely long post because it's an insane situation so I'm putting it under a cut because I love you and your scrolling experience and it's probably incoherent anyways

So. Well you may or may not be aware but I was couch surfing for like 3 weeks in September and a friend of mine who I met through work helped me out a lot with moving my stuff out of my apartment and into storage and helping me get my shit together. And in the weeks leading up to me moving out/while I was homeless we spent a lot of time together (like. Pretty much every day LOL) because I needed to be constantly distracted and he apparently had all the free time in the world. Cool!

Now it's important to give the context that he had asked me out back in like June and I said no because not only did I think we had very little chemistry and he was very needy but ALSO I was going through one of the worst depressive periods in my life. Really just was not the vibe at the time. Also my read on the situation was 100% correct like I was right about everything lol.

So you know obviously I'm aware that he has a little crush on me this whole time but I'm in a truly delusional headspace where I'm like well this is not so bad :) I'm having fun hanging out with him so whatever happens, happens :). And what happens is that WHILE I am still homeless we end up having a little feelings talk where I'm like well this is nice but I've kind of got a lot going on right now and I need to settle my life situation out before I'm comfortable getting into anything official or serious. And he's like yeah I totally understand that. But then maybe a week later after I secure and move into my place he IMMEDIATELY. And I mean like immediately. Starts calling me his girlfriend. Not to me but to other people. Like going around to my coworkers and people at work to be like btw we're together now :). Which made me kind of uncomfortable but I just brushed it off because I am a huuuuuge pushover and I was like, sure I guess we're together. Even though I'm very private about my personal life and it took me like a good month to refer to him as my boyfriend out loud and I didn't even MENTION him to my best friends (hi besties) for a couple weeks after that. Because I was like damn I don't even know what to say. Also he never even attempted to do anything more than hold my hand a few times so we were still just hanging out the way we had been to begin with.

And THEN he started coming to the bowling alley where I work every single night and just like.... hanging around for hours and hours until we closed to drive me home (6 blocks away) and to talk to me while I'm working and on my breaks. And when he drove me home after work every SINGLE night he would park and walk me to my door and unless I was very clearly like yeahhh I'm exhausted Goodnight Bye :) he would often invite himself into my apartment just to hang around until I was like. Okay I have to go to bed because it's after 1am please leave. And it got to the point where I felt like I never had any time to myself and my social battery was constantly at 0 and I was also spending way more money than was within my budget because he was dragging me out to eat and do things constantly and to go to Disneyland and shit and also at the place where I work every single day and not leaving no matter how clearly Im like hey sorry I'm just. soooo tired right now and work is so busy etc. There were only THREE days in October that I had totally to myself. I could barely even find time to spend with my roommate I had just moved in with and he also was not really seeming to spend time with any of his own friends when he'd had an incredibly active social life like, just a month ago.

It was starting to really freak me out that I felt like he was trying to replace not only his previous long term girlfriend who broke up with him earlier this year but also his entire social circle. With lil old me. And I felt like he was trying to force a level of familiarity with me that simply was not there like... man you don't even KNOW me like that don't talk to me like you know me. Don't talk to me like you know me when you're also trying so hard all the time to like, impress me and prove something to me.

It got to the point by mid October that I was like desperate for time to myself to decompress and process things and most of my mental energy was going to trying to find ways to avoid him and scripting a breakup speech in my head. And instead of trying to talk to ME he would go into my workplace and try to ask my work friends. While they were working. For advice on what to do when I seemed distant or unhappy. And even though they really only ever told him to just communicate with me he decided to wait until the day before Halloween to be like "I realized that I was maybe doing to much by going to hang around your workplace every day and also it's been a month and a half but I want to officially ask you to be my girlfriend now :)" and was somehow genuinely shocked when I said no. And basically outlined everything I've said here to be like I need to be left alone or I'm going to kill myself a little bit so please leave me alone.

But it seems like what he took out of the conversation was "I need to take some naps and then I'll feel better and then we can go back to normal :)" because he just kept being like "how do you feel how are you doing you look better are you feeling rested" and continuing to go to my coworkers and my roommate at work and asking about me and show up at the bowling alley frequently and text me continually as I just brushed him off over and over and eventually stopped replying to his messages. Until finally last week I was working on a day I normally don't work and he came in and I, again, kind of brushed him off when he came to just like do small talk with me. So he went to my roommate who was also working to be like "oh I think I'm going to talk to them today we need to talk but I don't know if they just want to be left alone or not..." while she (blessed angel that she is) just refused to give him any real information. But then he just kept like, trying to chitchat with me while I was working so I started brushing him off again and he ended up going to my roommate AGAIN to vent about me. And then left and texted her all this stuff about how he doesn't know if I like him anymore but he's just going to leave me alone and try to get over me etc and how he's been so stressed over stuff with his parents etc etc and framing it as if HE is breaking things off with ME. But since then has continued to go to her to ask about me and talk about how he's trying to get over me and heartbreak and whatever and etc. But has not expressed anything at all to me personally in any capacity since I told him I needed space.

Meanwhile I've gone on multiple dates with someone I genuinely really like and who has slept over at my apartment multiple times LOL. And there are so many little details of weird shit that I've had to cut for time here but like genuinely what the hell man

Anyways have I mentioned that this man is 34 years old. Because he's 34 years old. And if you've read all this you are so cordially invited to share your thoughts and/or guess his chart placements in the replies. Funny as fuck situation that I'm in

[roseytoesy]

For the ask thing

-{"Hush... you'll be fine..."

Oh oh heck Adam… hhhhhhhhhhhh. You know exactly what you’re doing. Be prepared for a hurt comfort story cause apparently I wanted to vent through this story a bit, hope you still like it. It still ends nice and fluffy.

Rosey was honestly exausted and a bit snappy. She had been pushing herself too much the pst few days and it was already taking a big toll on her. And of course one of her boyfriends would notice that she was struggling.

Rosey was hastily tossing together a quick dinner for Adam and herself since they had planned this hang out for a while. She felt on the verge of tears as she waited for the water to boil. Things had to be perfect! If they weren’t she felt like she would be letting him down. And she knows they would rather her take care of herself but calling off the night was out of the question. She had a bit more energy and a quick few hours of hanging out and playing games would be nice. she finished the noodles and sauce and got the table set quickly collapsing onto her back in exhaustion and groaning in annoyance at how tired and weak she felt at the moment. She heard a knock and quickly put on a smile.

Adam smiled down at his friend as she hovered in ther air infront of him using some magic to open the door for him and invited him inside with a big yet tired smile. "hey Adam! glad you could make it. I have some spagtti on the table. And sorry if I'm not as chatty I'm just a bit tired from a project." she explained as she moved over to her spot ont he table. henad shaking but she did her best to hide that from her friend.

Of course adam noticed, but he could tell she didnt want to talk about it so he hummed at what she said and served himself some of the dinner she had prepared.

the silence was deafening and adam could hear how hard rosey was trying to brethe normaly. so after a few minutes of silent eating, rosey the one finishing first, and adam mostly just pushing his food around in worry and trying to build up the courage to ask what was wrong. rosey hovered out of her seat and placed her dishes in the sink, the addition sending something tumbling and crashing in the sink creating a loud sound and rosey flinched hard. That was the final straw for Adam, especially when he saw her fighting back tears by looking up at the ceiling.

He stood from his seat and walkd over to her cuping his hands and somewhat scooping her out of the air. she looked up at him and rubed at her eyes. but the look he gave her, one full of worry and care, it broke down her walls. She cried into his shoulder as he brought her into a hug aginst his chest. he was patient in letting her vent. how exausted she was how she wasnt taking proper care of herself and needed sleep but it was so hard to rest when there was so much to do for him and Tero.

She took some shuttering breaths and despite just sobbing a few moments ago she seemed to get ahold of herself way to quickly.

"hah... I- sorry about that Adam. youre here for dinner, not my problems. please go eat and ill get myself cleaned up a bit." she said like nothing had happened this made adams heart ache, how much had she been bottling up? but an idea came to adam at her words and he knew it would be good for her to even if she would refuse it at first.

"well I know something that could get both of those things done." he said wraping his hands around her gently trapping her arms to her sides. her red eyes widened before she looked coflicted.

"but theres still alot to do with cleaning up and what about the movie you wanted to watch tonight, besides if you already ate wont you be digesting that anyway so it wouldnt be the best option-"

"Hush... you'll be fine..." Adam interupted her rambling using a finger to nudge her chin to look up at him. "I didn't eat anything yet because I was worried about you, my sweet rosey." he said in a calm and somewhat deeper voice, roseys face darkened at that and she weakly squirmed at the flustered feeling in her chest. "now let me help get you cleaned up~"adam said before sticking out his tongue and lapping at her face a few times. giving time between each lick to let her breathe a bit.

Rosey was honestly really conflicted but desided to just let adam help her, she knew that he would never mean any harm to her. So with that tought she relaxed in his hold as best as she could and she could see the appreciation in his eyes behind his rectangular glasses. she couldnt help but make a small flustered sound and squirm as adam began to affectionatly kiss both her cheeks and forhead. his mustash lightly scrathing and tickling her sensitive skin. after a few minutes of adam smothering the poor fairy in affectionate lickes and kisses he realized he was quite hungry as of now.

"you ready, Rosey?" he asked her. it warmed her heart that he was still willing to stop if she felt like it was too much but honestly she now anted nothing more than to curl up inside of him, feel his love around her and allo her worried to melt away and finally relax after the week she had put herself though. She nodded and adam gave a toothy grin making sure to show of his little fang that someties liked to stick out. She melted at that and adam gave one lass kiss to her little head before opening wide. Her upper half was gently placed on his tongue and his lips closed around her waist. one of his hands resting on his soon to be full stomach and the other supporting her legs hanging out of his mouth.

He tilted his head back and swallowed gently shuttering as Roseys head and shoulders entered his throat, stretching it out oh so wonderfully. He would never get tired of that special tingle that rushes up and down his spine when he gets a chance to do something like this. To cheer up and hold one of his loves close, so close to his heart. He swallowed again making a happy humming noise as she shifted a bit sending more of those delicious tingles along his spine and getting more of her sweet flavor on his tongue.

with a few more stronger gulps he closed his mouth fully behind her quickly disappearing feet. With a final loud gulp he sealed her fully within himself he gasped in a breath and sighed as she filled his lightly gurgling belly he could feel her form under his hands push out at him. His stomach stretching wonderfully around her smaller form, every little breath and wiggle she took as she got comfortable he could feel deep in his core and he was in bliss as she relaxed into the folds of the stomach around her.

“You ok in there?” He asked gently knowing she could hear him just fine in there.

she shifted a bit to be in a position of one in a hammock her hands falling to the walls at her sides as her legs were pushed against her in the small space she filled perfectly. “Yea I’m ok!” She sighed deeply knowing she could let go of her worries. Nothing and no one could get her here. It was perfect and the two knew they could relax being so close together and safe.

[smolcuriouskitten]

A soft yawn left the witches lips as she hums to herself, dancing along with the music playing in her apartment. She was planning to have Sheldon over for the day, happy to be home even after the long touring process. Even if they were both growing into this thing called a relationship, she had a good feeling about it despite how long its been.

They started talking 3 years ago and still havent had intimacy. She didnt mind it though, she hasnt had a good experience with a man in a very long time, so when Sheldon came along, she was genuinely surprised. She will admit for the first few dates and months of their relationship or growth with getting to know each other as he called it, she waited for something to drop.

Was he an asshole? A cheater? Abusive? Anything she experienced in the past? She remembers how confused he was with her flinching the first time he hugged her. The way he reacted, immediately apologizing and rambling about the scientific positive effects of hugs brought tears to her eyes. Its been history ever since.

She was happy to be with Sheldon, everything was normal and she didnt have to worry about much. Well, as normal can get with an intelligent man such as Sheldon. He was predictable though, his routine never changed and he was just himself. Hell, she was making him his favorite and he was coming over to watch the Star Trek movie series with her, what could go wrong?

Hearing those 3 knocks and her name being called, she plates the food and answers the door with a bright smile on her face.

"Hi my love! How have you-"

"You are in BIG trouble."

A pause. A few blinks. Sheldon's face was curled up in a way of fury and Rockelle could only look at him confused.

"Did I mess with your spot crease again? I dont rememeber-"

"My comic books."

"Oh yeah! I picked one up the other day because Kimchi was trying to mess with it. What about it?"

"Rockelle."

Now Sheldon was mild mannered, sarcastic most days. Angry and Sheldon were not words you would associate with each other, so this was surprising. Her look of confusion was turned to a look of concern.

"I...Im sorry, I know Kimchi isnt supposed to be in your room, let alone me but-"

"So your dog was in my room, invading my space, AND frolicking in my comic books?! I knew something felt off with my Flash issue 73! There...There were finger prints and even toothmarks on my book! Ms. Simmonds, you are in need of a proper penalty, this is unacceptable!" He fusses and Rockelle looks around the room confused.

Did someone switch Sheldon when she wasnt looking? Shes never seen him so angry before. She knew she wasnt supposed to go in his room and she felt horrible knowing Kimchi invaded his space as well. "Im sorry dear...I was napping in your room and Kimchi wanted to join me. I should have brought him home, Im so sorry."

Sheldon's eyes softened when looking at her, letting out a sigh. "I suppose its fine. Just dont let him....in my room again. I can get another issue of that, at least he wasnt in one of my 'mint' stashes of books." He replied then she steps closer, opening her arms. "Can....can we hug it out or is that a part of the punishment?" Rockelle asks with her bottom lip poked out, pouting at him.

He looked offended, making a face at her. "Why no, of course not. I actually enjoy your touch, I wont deprive myself of that, even if I am upset." He answers, letting out a small puff of air as she rushes to hug him, murmuring little apologies as she held onto his shirt tightly. "Hey hey hey. Its okay. I just...I prefer my stuff not to be bothered in ways I dont like. Not to mention, you touched my comics without the designated gloves and I hate seeing finger prints on Harry Allen's face." He said, holding her close, rubbing her back.

"You arent mad at me?" She asks, looking up at him with a head tilt. "I cant stay mad at you. Even if my comic book smells like dog drool." She gently taps his face and pouts. "Hey. If you like, during this punishment, you take out your anger on me." She responds and Sheldon raises a brow. "Isnt that...abbrasive? I mean, anger is subjective, what if my anger is too much for you to handle? What about if I use my disappointment to fuel this instead?" He asks then she chuckles and nods.

"If it helps you. Speaking of which, what is this punishment?" She asks, tapping her chin. "Am I not allowed to watch something? Do something? The suspense is killing me." She whines and Sheldon shakes his head. "No no, that's a bit much. I think we should take it old school, thats always best." He said, leading her to the couch and having a seat.

"Old school...Old school..." Rockelle repeats, trying to think of a punishment that wasnt considered to be absurd or abusive by todays standards. "I dont have frozen peas if we are going that old school." She responds then Sheldon looks at her confused. "I am not going to make you eat frozen peas, thats cruel and unusual punishment. Not to mention it would feel like trying to chew jawbreakers." He answers then she returns the confused gaze before she shakes her head, gently holding his hand. "Well, if it isnt that, what are you thinking?"

"I am going to spank you." Sheldon responded blanky and she almost choked on air. "E-excuse me?" She responds and she turns red in the face. "Spank you. Its an old school punishment which a person must lay over the others knees and-" Sheldon explains before Rockelle interrupts. "No no, I know what it is, I just didnt expect that. O-okay." She squeaks, moving to lay over his knees.

"Are you comfortable with that? I can come up with something else, reading Geology since I cant tolerate it sounds like a nice idea as well." He responds and she shakes her head. "No no, this is okay. I...I been a bad girl and I need to be punished." She murmurs, closing her eyes as she prepared for the first hit. "Good choice, I would rather not touch that disgusting thing." He shudders as he lifts his hand for the smack.

*SMACK*

She yelped at the impact, covering her mouth. She was feeling something she never felt before and damn did it feel good. This wasnt painful, his hits didnt feel harsh...how did he manage to be so gentle despite doing something so lewd? As her mind raced with many thoughts, it quieted down with the next impact.

*SMACK*

Now this time instead of a yelp, she giggles at the hit, moving her hips. "Again please." She says and Sheldon raises a brow. "You arent supposed to be enjoying a penalty." He scolds and she bites her lip. "Oh no, I am so sorry, this is the way I cope with punishments. Maybe you should do it harder to teach me a lesson." She chirps, her tone sarcastic and Sheldon shrugs. "If it makes you enjoy this less, I will do it harder." His hand raised again.

*SMACK SMACK*

Another giggle left her lips as she felt his hand come down, a lustful smile on her lips. Oh she could get used to this.

"Count them for me, I want to make sure I dont go over 20."

"Yes daddy."

"What?!"

"What?"

@sheldoney @unsheldony

[baby-yaga]

yesterday, post burial, on our way back to the church to grab a plant, my mom told me, "love him for who he was, dont hate him for who he wasnt. thats the best way to go through life without baggage." and i get where she was coming from, but i dont think thats right.

sometimes people say that the opposite of love isnt hate, its indifference. i did love my dad. i also hated him. they never cancelled each other out. i can love him for his warmth, his humor, his intelligence, his gregariousness, and still hate him for his absence, the abuse, the neglect, how he gave so much of himself to everyone else but his 3 children.

im haunted by my mom telling me that my dad once told her, "if i knew then what i know now, we never wouldve gotten divorced." i cant even picture what that wouldve been like. there was a brief period after my dad left his late wife, where he was living with us again. my parents werent together, it was basically a roommates situation, and in all honesty it was the best part of my teen years.

we had all been through a lot. his late wife was abusive to pretty much everyone in her life, except when she was passed out on oxy. i was deeply resentful of my dad remaining married to her despite how horribly she treated my brother and i, and also him. when she passed away, we were all having dinner with my sister, and when my dad told trey and i what happened, i think it was really shocking to him that we looked at each other, and replied, "good."

but when he lived with us again, it was weird, but it wasnt bad. i liked having him around all the time. i liked getting to spend time with him for real. he picked me up from school, we ate dinner together, watched movies, i started going to the gym with him. we were living together when i went on my first date ever. we were living together when i came out to him. we were living together when i tried to kill myself.

but it didnt last forever. he moved in with a new girlfriend eventually. he kept it a secret, so when he moved in without telling me before hand, i was so mad. i wouldnt go over to their place, a duplex that was less than 5 minutes from our house. i wouldnt meet his girlfriend. i think i was hurt beyond words that he was breaking up our family again, but i didnt realize that until just now.

he tried to force it one night, wanted to ground me if i didnt come. we got into a tug of war match over my laptop in the entry way. i was so frustrated, hurt, i felt so un-heard, i screamed, "i hate you! i never want to see you again!"

he looked surprised. then, he looked devastated. he put down my laptop gently on the entryway table, and left without a word.

he called that night, and explained himself. he said something like, "a friends son passed away recently. i just dont want to lose our relationship."

i said, "im sorry that happened, dad. but i wish you wouldnt try to make me feel bad just because you feel bad."

he replied, "so im just supposed to feel miserable by myself?"

i dont remember what i said exactly. it was something to the effect of, "fine! keep making everyone around you miserable, until you have no one around but yourself!" i slammed the phone down. this was in like, 2008 or so, so we still had a landline, lol.

we didnt speak for 2 weeks. he picked up my brother to come sleep at his place, didnt speak to me, and then would leave. i didnt know that what i wanted was for him to move back in for good. it wasnt reasonable, really. he wanted to date, i think he felt weird about it while living with my mother, and also he didnt have his own room, he was sleeping in a bunk bed with my brother. so i understand now why him moving out happened. but at the time i was so upset hed kept it a secret from me. i still think that was the wrong move. if hed been open about it, given me some time to adjust without springing it on me, it mightve gone a little smoother.

anyway, the night i spoke to him again. he was coming over to pick up trey again. i started crying and threw myself at him. i said i was sorry over and over. i missed him so much. i loved him so much. i just wanted him to be my dad again.

he just held me, and rocked me back and forth. he kissed the top of my head and said, "its ok, its ok." we stood like that for a long time, until i stopped crying. i met his new girlfriend that night. they showed me the room theyd prepared, a bed and everything, for my brother and i to share. it was the first time id ever had a place to stay at his house. before, i was sleeping on the couch, or, when my step-brother was in basic training, i got to sleep on his futon. it meant so much to me.

i miss him. ive missed him my whole life, it seems. missing him isnt new. but this is different. it feels like theres an empty pit inside of me that i was positive was bottomless, but its somehow gotten deeper.

[fangirlstorycreator]

Max Parish X Reader

Context: Max is your bestfriend, he drives you to a date and stays at the bar incase he's a danger. It ends up with Max punching your date 😱💚

Since both you and your bestfriend Max worked together in the police force, you were there for eachother weather it was friendship related or for protective legal issues. You hadn't had much luck when it came to dating, they always had something about them that was right. One guy wasn't over his ex, another was actually gay! Then there was one who was dating both you and another girl at the same time, and the only way you found that out was because he booked a date with you, but forgot he also booked it with her, at the same restaurant! He ended up having two drinks thrown in his face, such a waist of drinks. Anyway, there was this guy you were talking too, and had had one date with before, and it seemed to be going ok. But you wanted Max to join you there anyway.

It was a running thing you both did for eachother, if there was a girl he had a date with who was getting too clingy or too serious straight away, you would be there to help. With you he was much more protective, being a woman out on your own with a guy you had just met was a lot more dangerous. Woman get mugged and attacked a lot, and Max wasnt going to let that happen. So after work, you did your makeup and put on a nice dress, then walked down stairs and towards Max's car. "Wow babes! You look stunning!" "Thank you Max" you said as you sat down in the passengers seat. "Oh man, hes going to take one look at you and melt, any real man would" "That's so sweet Max" He started driving to the car, it was about a 20 minute drive, and when he parked up it was just outside the bar.

"Right, I'll see you in there Max" "I'll be right behind you babes" You walk out first, and even though you dont see it, Max cant help but check you out. He hadn't told you how he really felt about you, he thought he could never get a woman like you. Little did he know, you felt the same, and didnt think you were enough for him either, that's why dating was so difficult, they weren't Max. You enter and see your date sitting at the bar. "Hey Tony" "Hey Y/N, take a seat" he offers you a stool like the one he's sat on, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Max sit in the booth opposite you and Tony at the bar. He gets a waitress to bring him a drink as you and Tony order yours. You had hoped this date would have gone better than the last one, but it seemed that wasnt the case. Tony didnt really ask how you were, he mostly just talked about himself and how skilled he was, at many things.

You got the impression that he wanted to sleep with you tonight, but you weren't that kind of woman. If you had more in common with him and actually had a real bond, then sex would be something you would want, but again, not this early. You decided to make a hand signal to Max, you both came up with hand signals to show how you were feeling in the situation, and the one you did meant 'He's not for me, no 3rd date' he nodded in your direction and you pulled out your purse to pay for your drinks. "Hey what's up? Your going?" "I'm sorry Tony, I'm just not connecting with you. But I think your a really nice guy, I think I'm just not the right woman for you. But it was nice getting to know you, I hope you understand" You pull out some money and put it on the counter, and that's when things start to turn.

"Who the f#ck do you think you are?" "What?" "This is the second time we've been out, so if we weren't gunna f#ck then what's the point?" "Are you being serious?" "You really think I'm hear because I'm interested in you? In what you say or what you think about things? As if you think your so f#ckikg interesting? F#ck your so dumb" You cant give your ears, he was being so nasty to you, so cruel, it even made your eyes start to water. "Look, everytime you start talking, I think to myself, who the fuck does this girl think she is? You are so boring" You cant take this anymore, you stand up and grab your purse, but that doesn't stop him. "Hey, I'm gunna be honest with you, any guy who says he's interested in you beyond just f#ckikg you, is full of sh#t" How could he be so horrible, after you were polite enough to be honest with him, it made you cry quiet but still painful tears.

"Oh come on, your gunna cry now?" He didnt have a chance to say anything else to you, because Max had walked up to the bar, pulled Tony in his direction by his shoulder and punched him square in the face. There was a loud thudding noise when his fist net his face, followed by the sound of Tony crying and falling to his feet, holding his face as blood dripped out from his hands. "You #sshole! Who the f#ck do you think you are?!" "I'm the bestfriend of this wonderful woman, and I also happen to be a cop! Everything you just said to Y/N is nothing but bullsh#t and I will not let some scrawny little runt like you bring down this queen, or say anything that will damage her self esteem, you got that?!" Tony doesn't respond, that is until Max kicks him in the leg "Ow! Yes yes!" Max wipes away your tears as Tony continues to cry from his bleeding nose. "You ok babes?" "Yeh I'm, I'm fine...thank you for that" "No problem, hes an #sshole, screw him! You maybe wanna go get a burger from the meat palace?" "Max I would love nothing more" He smiles as he put his arm over your shoulder and leads you back out to the car, you were so thankful to have him with you, he was literally the best.

[kaijuconfessions]

person who dated a 13y/o as a 16y/o you are not alone in having a shitty relationship you cant really vent about because the age gap makes you sound predatory/gross if you mention it.

when i (transmasc but at the time not out so “still a girl”) was 14-about-to-turn-15 i was friends with a 12 year old who developed a crush on me and he asked me to go out with him. for some reason i said yes, i think i felt bad turning him down since i was like his only friend at school? aaanyway this was not a good decision on my part i still regret it.

once we were actually “dating” he started to cross boundaries SO fast. he would ask me to skype call him like, every night and he would just spend the whole time either a) spend the entire time venting about how depressed he was, claiming he wanted to kill himself constantly and fucking telling me i was the only reason he hadnt, i saved his life, i was his “guardian angel” and he would kill himself if he didnt have me, etc (which kept me in the relationship longer because i genuinely believed it). a couple times he actually threatened suicide, asking me what i would do if he just took a knife and slit his throat right there on call while i watched. OR 2) masturbating and asking to see my tits/watch me touch myself. i was never comfortable with this but he kept pressuring me so i went along with it way too many times -_-

oh also we lived really close to each other (next neighborhood over in a suburban area) so sometimes he would ask me to meet him out in the wash between our houses. specifically there was this huge bridge we would meet under since it was the most “private” area out there and we would idk make out and such. he would always want to finger me even tho i clearly wasnt into it. he wanted to actually have sex (“at least put it inside just to know what it feels like”) but i was TERRIFIED of getting pregnant so i shut that shit down. but he asked me to “at least” suck his dick and i didnt feel like i could explain refusing so i did. i gave the worst blowjob imaginable lol i just put it in my mouth i like barely moved and did not suck it at all but he was like “ughhhh youre so good at this 😫” LOL anyway he didnt tell me he was going to cum in my mouth. it tasted like fucking hand sanitizer. he asked if i would let him actually fuck me if he got condoms but thankfully that never ended up happening.

anyway i somehow managed to end things with him. i felt bad about it for a while worrying it would make him more depressed and shit but a few years later he dmed me on discord going “heyyy just so you know my cock is way bigger now. like 8 inches. oh gode im sooo high rn” and i didnt feel quite as bad anymore bc anyone that does that shit to people just sucks lol.

but yeah i cant vent about this shit to ANYONE because “i dated and engaged in sex acts with a 12 year old” automatically sounds awful and i still feel like i shouldve been more “mature” and shut him down bc no matter how you look at it a 12y/o should never be engaged with sexually esp by someone older. and i know people would still judge me for it even hearing my side of things where its clear that i was manipulated and coerced and shit.

anyway sorry for the essay in your inbox youre doing the lords work running this blog tho 👍

Sure he was just a kid but so were you

[television-pil0t]

Thoughts I’ll never say

Sometimes I think about him. I think about him to. All of them. How they touched me. Maybe if I think about it enough I can convince myself I liked it. I wasn’t raped. It wasn’t real. I loved him. Id I say it over and over and over it wasn’t fucking real. They way he touched my face and wiped away my tears after he was done. The way he grabbing my face and told me I was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. The way he grabbed on to me so fucking tight I almost felt needed.

It was the way he put his gun in my hands and said “if you really hate me than do it. Pull the fucking trigger bitch.” The way my stomach dropped and I feel right back down to my knees holding his legs while sobbing. I told him sorry. I said i don’t want him to die but I do. I did I hated him. I hate him.

For everything. For the way he shoved himself inside me. The way I walked to my own demise. The way his friend was on the bus calling me a slut and easy. It was a fucking cemetery you BITCH IT WAS A CEMETERY HOW ARE YOU GONNA DO THAT TO ME IN A CEMETERY!! Why would you do that to me. Why would you. Why wouldn’t you. I can’t get it off my mind as if I loved it. As if I loved the way he hit me. I think about his voice and they way when he yelled at me it felt so familiar. So good. The way he grabbed me he was so much bigger than me. They way he held my mouth open while he shoved his dick so deep down my throat I felt my something fucking break and not just my heart, my spirit. I don’t have a fucking gag reflex because of you now. I was 14. I had to have surgery. Everytime I brush my teeth I think of you now. How I barely have a reaction anymore. It’s your fault and you’d probably be proud to hear it.

Nothing as bad as the way he cut me. He held me by my mouth. He pulled up my shirt while he pushed his fucking disgusting cock to my ass and he fucking asked me. “Why are you scared. If you do it so can i.” And all I did was cry while he took my wrist and cut me over and over and I can still see the fucking scars. I know every time I do it now all I think about is you. All I can see is the way you kissed me and told me how good I was. He told me he loved the way I looked. He told me I was smart and pretty while he bite me and I cried. I cried not because it hurt. Not because I was scared. Because I genuinely for just a second thought he loved me. I thought maybe if I keep doing this. Maybe he’ll complement me again. I held his had while he hurt me and I thanked him for it.

Maybe none will ever be as bad as him. As a teacher why would you. I was just a kid. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want that. I was scared. I heard about you but more than fear I was confident in my ability to fight you off. I looked you in the eyes and you looked me in mine and for a second I second thought myself. Maybe I was being insane. Your not a bad guy. It was when I was the room when dark. You told me it’s law to close your blinds before leaving school. And you locked the doors. Not because smiling and waving at the other teachers leaving to of course. You pulled a desk beside mine and helped me for a while. 15 minutes I guess you couldn’t take it any longer and you touched my thigh. Once softly. I’m not sure if you meant to do it that time to this day but the second time was definitely on purpose. You pulled my desk close so you could “see my work” and you wrapped your arm around the back of my chair. You said I was doing a great job. “Why can’t you do this type of work in class” and you laugh. You fucking laugh and GOD I FELT SAFE. Maybe your not bad because of that god damn fucking laugh I thought I’m overreacting because of my dumb ass trauma. I’m fucking crazy. NO! I WASNT! I SHOULDNT HAVE WENT TO THAT FUCKING CLASS! I souldve just taken detention. I still can feel every touch you made on me. The way you grabbed my waist while I tired to get up and you pulled me close and gave me a hug. “Hey you did a good job you wanna work a little more. I can give you 1 more paper and it will assure you pass my class this semester” and we walked to your desk to get that fucking paper. “Oh it’s fine just sit at my desk you can do it right there” and while I was looking at the paper cuz god knows I’m not good at biology you grabbed my face and pulled me to yours and you told me to just get up for a second. And I looked into your eyes and god were you pretty. Your such a pretty ass fucking guy. I can’t lie when I say I loved looking at you. When I say looking at you gave me butterflies I’m not lying. Everyone wanted you. The hottest teacher in school. Thinking about it now gives me mixed feelings but the laugh I let out gave you the sign I was fucking nervous. I was scared. You saw it. I was fletching every time you touched me and yet that wasn’t enough for you to leave me alone. I stood up and you pushed my hips to your desk and my brain shut off. I felt my heart beat faster than I’ve felt it beat in so fucking long. I felt every particle of air that entered my lungs. I felt your hands and your tongue in my mouth right before asking of FUCKING course. “You’ve been doing good so far.. come here” and that’s it. I remember being flipped over and feeling pain. The worst pain ever. It was so big and for a while I couldn’t do anything but scream but after a while I just laid there. It. Felt. So. Good. I couldn’t think of anything. I couldn’t do anything’s I was barely breathing. The way it felt inside and the way he moved his thumb around my clit and held my face. It’s like he wanted me to enjoy it just so I could feel guilty after. Just so years later I could think about it and cry remembering how good it felt. How many times I came over and over and over and you flipped me over and kept going. And you fucking ate me out and you made me suck you off and came in my mouth and slapped me so fucking hard when I spit it out and somehow. After that. It went from feeling good to.. something I can’t describe. It was almost torture with how much I wanted more. While I cried I and screamed no please it turned into just please and it turned into more and it turned into begging. I begged for it. I’ve never felt anything so fucking good in my life yet I just wanted to kill myself.

My body loved it. Begged and craved for it but my brain knew how awful it was. While my mouth begged my brain screamed and I shut down and I don’t remember anything anymore. I remember him getting done and whipping my mouth and telling me to come back if I need help again. He told me I was smart. He told me I was the best. He told me! He told me he was proud of me for getting it through the day and the papers. He fucked me up so badly mentally that day. With just a few fucking words. I was completely changed and I don’t even remember most of it but thinking about it gives my body a intense reason. It’s disgusting how horny I get and I was ashamed for so long telling myself it wasn’t rape if I kinda liked it but it was. I screamed and cried and kicked and attempted to take my life after that day. I couldn’t handle what he did to me. Not just physically this time. It was completely mentally. He genuinely made me feel like he was doing it for me and that’s insane but the way he gave me head. He played with me first. He put it in slowly and kept asking if I was ok. He kept fuckibg praising me and then after he says?!? THAT!? That was the worst mental shit I’ve ever had to deal with and I’ve never came close to recovery. I don’t know how. Was I raped or not. I still don’t know. I feel so fuckibg guilty. I feel awful. I wanna cry. I still feel everything even tho I don’t remember it all. I’m living in hell.

I hate you all. You are the worst part of my past.

[lunatic-fandom-space]

"Its 10pm and Id like to read at least one more volume" I said before proceeding to stay up until 4:30am reading this manga until I was finished

So yeah, Im writing this at around 8:30am having gotten three hours of sleep and one hour of laying in bed awake, after I finished volume 30 chapter 165 of the black hutler and Id like to talk about some of my thoughts

I know that the emglish and japanese version are already further along than that (I mean, if my research was correct volume 31 did come out in german already, I just couldnt find a physical copy at either of my local bookstores), so I would appreciate it if you didnt spoil me

So yeah, non-spoilers first I guess:

Honestly, I had kind of mixed feelings about a lot of the... revelations ? is probably the best word? I dont know, like, I was reading this and I just kinda let myself be taken along for this thrilling rollercoaster of emotions but while I was doing that, I couldnt help but notice this nagging feeling of "uohhhh, i dont really like where this going" in the back of my mind, which made for a bit of a 'conflicting' read. Even now that Im fully awake looking back on it, I still dont quite know how to feel. I feel like with these kinds of wild storylines it always more or less depends on the conclusion, so I guess I'll wait for that

Also, as for my theory about the people from the Undertakers medallions being people who entered contracts with demons, Im a little less sure about that now?? Idk why because nothing happened that would contradict this

And thats pretty much it, I'll go into some of the more spoiler-y details now

HOLY HELL THAT TWIN TWIST WAS INSANE WTF MAN

like, I was kinda spoiled for this because Ive read a few fanfics where this is sort of mentioned, although it qas alqays in a pretty vague way and I was still shocked

Heres what I wrote to my friends in a discord server Im in right after the older brother showed up:

"Oh god

This arc was already some insane bullshit but Something just happened sorry if I spam in advance

Theres two Ciels

I was already kinda spoiled for this but still

like, okay, so in the previous arc Ciel had to be forcefed w/ a funnel so he wouldnt die of mustard gas poisoning and it triggered some traumatic memories from his past and he had an episode where he wouldnt let any adult touch him and during whole ordeal he would, idk dream or hallucinate or something

And he would hallucinate about himself standing on this beg chess board with a pretty outfit and a version of himself without the contract seal

And I was like 'surely this cant be literal, it has to be symbolic" yknow, the version of Ciel without the contract seal is an untainted version, possibly what he vouldve been if it wasnt for that day

NOPE

I WAS WRONG"

so yeah, that was something.

I still dont know how to feel about this, like, it makes sense even though its pretty clear to me that they came up with this twist a bit later on (I believe they had this idea a little before the Campania arc, I remember that scene during the extended flashback where hes standing in front of his parents graves also having a small cut-off panel with a gravestone with Ciels name on it), but ugh. Idk I'll just see how it goes I guess

I am sooooo curious about whats up with the Undertaker and the Phantomhives like ??? Bro, he CRIED looking at a picture of Vincent thats so weird. And obviously he went through all the trouble of reviving Ciel thats wild. So yeah, very excited to see where that goes

Im also very excited to see what theyre gonna do with Soma now. I really liked Agnis death and I while it felt like his change in personality was a bit jarring, I do like him becoming more jaded like Ciel. Theres a vertain irony to it bc he did admire him and sort of wanted to be like him in some way

Ngl I found it so frustrating how Lizzy and the Midfords and Tanaka just fully abandoned (our) Ciel after the other one showed up. Lizzy especially because its like

[derzeitbistduegal]

back hugs | kamisato ayato

pairing: kamisato ayato & gn reader

contains: fluff, comfort, eventually ooc ayato?, please do tell me if i forgot anything!

warnings: reader has sh scars and they are mentioned along with the fact that they used to sh, they also talk about how they get insecure about their body from time to time, (most likely bad grammer because english isnt my first language and its in the middle of the night as im finishing this) once again please tell me if i forgot anything!

words: 1k

notes: this is my first post man im nervous. i used to sh and im trying my best to stay clean and i want to write this as a comfort thing for myself but also others who used to do so and are struggling :3 have fun reading this absolute monstrosity

it was a common habit of you to hug your boyfriend, ayato, from behind. whenever he came home from a long day of work and would enter your room you would go and hug him from behind and bury your face in his back and hold your arms tightly around his waist. or when you both woke up in the morning and he sat up to leave your guys shared bed, you would sit up behind him and hug him just as tightly as you did the evening before.

this morning was no different, you guys woke up and he sat up and wanted to leave your bed. that was until he felt two arms around his waist and a head on his back and a chest pressed against his back.

he chuckled at that but that chuckle fastly died down when his sight fell on your arms.

he did know about your scars, what youve been through and that you were doing your best to not do that stuff again.

you figured that he was staring and quickly pulled your arms away.

“sorry,” you awkwardly laughed “i wasnt wearing long sleves, i forgot.”

“you dont need to apologise, dear.” ayato said, now sitting so that he faced you. he shifted closer to you so that he now sat right in front of you.

“youre always the one hugging me,” he sighed and let out a small laugh. “it might not seem like a huge gesture to you, but it definitely is to me. i should return that gesture from time to time, shouldnt i?”

with those words spoken, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and at the same time you were pulled into someones lap. ayato pulled you into a hug - a tight one at that.

your face was pressed against his chest as he began talking more to you.

“while i cant relate to what you have been through in your past, i do want to let you know that i will never judge you for what you did. you know when i stare at your scars from time to time, im not filled with disgust or anything like that if you thought so. when i look at them, hmm”, he said while stroking your hair “im proud that you made it so far, dear, and i see how hard youre struggling every day to not do it again. i can only imagine how hard it is to resist the urge sometimes. but do know that im always here for you and if you ever feel like doing anything of that sort to yourself again, please reach out to me, you can talk to me, even if its hard. whatever youre going through, we will find a solution for this together. im glad that youre here with me now, and hopefully tomorrow and the day after too. i love you so much, i cant put into words how much knowing that i have you in my life brightens my day.”

he finished his talk but still continued stroking your hair until he felt something wet on his shirt that made him stop. his hands cupped your face so you were looking at him, and there he saw that tears were rolling down your cheeks. his eyes widened slightly at the sight, thinking he said something that might have upset you.

but before he couldve doubted himself any further you started speaking “thank you, love. im glad you feel that way, you know. it is hard to live with a body that looks like mine knowing full on well that i am the one to blame for the way it looks. from time to time i tend to get incredibly insecure about it, even around you, just like it happened a few minutes ago. i do know how you feel but sometimes i cant stop from letting the selfdoubt get to me. thank you for reminding me of that again. i love you too. having you in my life not only brightens my day, you know, it makes my entire existence more pleasant, it makes living actually worth and enjoyable. thank you for being here with and for me.”

as you spoke, your tears slowly stopped flowing and your hands laid on top of ayatos hands which still were cupping your face and he smiled at you. it was the smile that you loved so much, the one that only existed for you, the one he only gave to you.

he gently took your hands in his and started kissing both of your arms up and down.

“i love you”, he whispered against one of your arms “and i love your body, too, no matter how it may look like.”

“youre gonna make me cry again.” you said as he looked up to your face. as he did look up however he saw that you were smiling, at which he also smiled at.

one of your hands freed itself from his and went to cup his cheek. and with that, you gently pulled him into a kiss which he returned.

after you broke the kiss to breathe, he put his arms around your waist once again and he nuzzled his head in your neck.

“say, ayato, dont you have work to attend to? weve been in bed for way too long, havent we?” you asked.

“did i not tell you?”, he asked back, head still buried in your neck “its my day off today. we can stay in bed together as long as we please.”

you could basically feel his shit eating grin against your neck, but still, who were you to complain? after all staying in bed with your lover wasnt a bad thing.

“good, good.”, you started “lets stay like this for a little while longer.”

he hummed in response which sent slight shivers down your spine. “lets do just that.” he muttered as you kissed the top of his head.

[technowoah]

i just really want jack manifold fluff if you’re taking requests like the reader joins jack for laugh and the stream ends idk you can do what you feel is best :]

Free Content Darling

Jack manifold my beloved ♥

Im so behind on requests yall forgive me 😪

Literally sorry in advance-

Jack Manifold x gen neutral! reader (established) blurb imagine

⚠︎ slight swearing, petnames, and a lot of fluff, a little bit of writers block from me :( I didn't proofread LMAONSK HELP-

Masterlist

"Darling! C'mere!" You heard Jack yell from his recording room. You were currently curled up on the couch scrolling through twitter. The trending page had "JACK" and "TRY NOT TO LAUGH" on the top. The tweets under the trending topics was filled with comments about Jack's stream and other streams happening.

You had heard him laughing and yelling in his recording room before. To be completely honest you dont know why he invited you over his house in the first place. You showed up at his house wanting to just relax and have a fun time with Jack, but after a couple minutes he had told you he had a stream already scheduled today and left to you to your own devices.

Thats how ended up on the couch looking at tweets that talked about your boyfriends stream.

You lazily rolled off the couch and onto your feet. You had the fluffy socks Jack had gotton you as a small gift. You both ended up getting the same socks and slipped around the house because of the hardwood floor. It was a fun activity until you were both mimicking ballroom dancing untill you both slipped and fell on the hardwood floor. It was a small moment but then after you both were more careful around his house.

Opening the door to his recording office you peaked your head inside now knowing if he wanted you completely inside or just wanted to quickly tell you something. The door was in frame when he streams so you couldn't be discreet.

"Hey-"

"Hey! Y/N! Guys it's Y/N!" Jack exclaimed showing you off to the stream. "Come over here love." He waved you over while rolling his identical gaming chair for you to sit on.

You smiled and made your way over to sit beside him in the broken chair.

"Why'd you give me the broken chair this time?" You smiled as you questioned him.

"I mean they are identical, no one would've noticed."

"We'll you told everyone who sat in it that it was broken." You said matter of factly.

"Do you want to sit in this one?" Jack asked pointing to the chair underneath him.

"Yeah I do." You said while putting your hands together in a prayer position. "You wanna switch with me?"

"No, not really Im quite comfortable in my own chair love." Jack said with a smirk leaning back in his chair.

"You sure?"

"Yeah pretty much." Jack's smile widened as he saw your frustration grow.

"Dickhead." You said under your breath.

Jack started to laugh. "What did you say?" He swiveled his chair to face you.

"Nothing. You're hearing things." You smirked.

Meanwhile the chat was freaking out about your interactions. You werent a stranger to Jack's fanbase. A year ago you were just Jack's roommate, but then he slowly introduced you as his significant other. He started flirting with you on stream and on twitter, then after a couple months of that he titled a stream "MEET MY S/O!!!". It was weird for you to be on stream for the first time, but you became accustomed to it.

"What did you want me to do again?" You asked. Jack probably forgot the reason he called you in there in the first place.

"Oh yeah! I wanted to do a stream with you! A you laugh the stream ends type thing. Also the chat was asking for you, they missed you apparently."

"Oh of course they did, I think they love me more than you."

"Yeah I think so! And its not right!" Jack exclaimed and you laughed along with him.

"I think we already lost the challenge, cause we've been laughing for a while haven't we?" You brought up.

"Well the challenge hasn't started. And if we laugh you have to get bonked in the bead with this pillow." Jack had gotton up and walked around the room searching for something to become a punishment. "We have 3 lives each and if we use up all of our lives the stream ends."

"And I have you all to myself?" You asked slightly serious. You still were irked because of tbe fact he invited you over and left you, I mean you are here now next to him, but you wanted time without a camera and monitors in your face.

"Yeah love, of course. But you have to laugh!" Jack exclaimed.

Thinking about the situation, you wanted to laugh and lose all your lives on purpose so you two could have alone time together.

"Fine let's go!"

"Alright then!"

"You suck at this game dont ya?" Jack laughed as mutiple short videos from fans kept popping up on the screen. "You have one more life and I only have two."

It was 30 minutes into the stream and youve been hit with the pillow on Jack's lap more times than you could count, at least that what it felt like. You were on your last life and actually trying to stay in the game after realizing how much fun this was. Maybe you were being selfish, because you were right next to him doing things that you two were going to do alone.

"You have no sense of humor babe." You replied back.

"I do have a sense of humor! I could say my sense of humor is broken even."

"Well mine is too when we compare how many lives we have left."

"Good point."

"YOU LAUGHED!" You stood up confronting him trying to pry the pillow out of his hands to hit him with.

"NO! I did not! Let go!" Jack said still sitting down struggling to keep a good grip on the pillow. You successfully took the pillow out of his hands and started repeatedly hitting him with it as he tried to shield himself.

"Augh! Stop!"

"He laughed! He laughed, you guys saw that right?" You bent down into frame reading the chat while they spammed "YES" and "HIT HIM"

"See, they agree with me Manifold." You said confidently.

"They're just want to see me lose. I'm too powerful." He shrugged.

"Anways! 1 to 1! Loser!" You hit him with the pillow again.

"Stop!"

The stream continued on and the both of you were begging eachother to keep your one lives that you both had left. Everytime you snickered a bit Jack would catch it and vice versa. The stream went on longer than Jack planned, but it seemed like he was having fun. Finally after an hour of streaming and bickering between you both You ended up laughing at this stupid vine from long ago.

"YOU LAUGHED I WON!" Jack threw his hands up in victory. "Holy shit we can end the stream, this took forever."

"You wanna end the stream?" You asked after calming down.

"Well we could just chill and talk to chat, but I would've thought you wanted to chill without.." Jack gestured to the monitors on his stream. "All that."

"How'd you know I wanted to do that?" You asked with a small smile.

Jack shrugged. "Well I kind of left you here in my flat and went to go stream for a while. That was a dick move."

"Well thats what I wanted at first but then you called me in here. I was trying to get all of my lives down, but then I realized how much fun I was having." You explained. For a second you forgot that he was still live until you saw flashing text across a screen out of the corner of your eye.

"It was selfish of me-"

"It wasnt selfish bub! I feel that was valid, but you could've told me." Jack said reassuringly grabbing your hand.

"It was fun though! I wouldn't have it any other way Manifold." You smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Me either."

Jack ended up ending his stream and both of you said your goodbyes to the people watching his stream. He closed everything off of his computer and leaned back in his chair immediately relaxing when the camera was turned off.

"Thanks for inviting me Manifold." You said as he got up to put the pillow back in it's place.

"Of course love." He pressed a kiss to your forehead as we walked away for a second.

"Hey! Why did you invite me anyways?" You asked.

He walked back over to where you were standing and pecked your lips and winked at you. "Free content darling."

[mtfstuff]

Little help

"Shit, I'm late.", Michael thought as he put on his watch. He slipped into his nice black dress shoes and corrected his tie in the mirror.

He took his jacket and left his appartement. He tried to take the elevator but it took him too long to arrive so He took the stairs. The sound of his heels hitting the ground with every step echoed through the stairwell. He never ran down the stairs as fast as on this day. He finally left the building and walked down the street. He became nervous thinking about the presentation he has to hold in front of his boss this afternoon. The presentation could be his ticket for a seat on the council of the company he works at.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he hardly even noticed that he was stopping because he subconsciously noticed something in an alley. Michael observed the alley and saw a man waving him over. Michael knew that he shouldnt go into the alley as that would be one of the places were murder happen or someone gets raped. But Michael always wants to help people if they are in trouble and this man looked like he could need some help.

"I still have 5 hours till my presentation. I can fill up my working hours after that.", Michael thought.

He entered the alley carefully, trying to watch out for any trap. He stopped 6 feet away from the man. Michael could now see that the man was probably his age and he looked hispanic. His hair looked well-groomed but he was definitely chubby. He only wore some dirty socks which had holes, underpants and a dirty shirt.

"Is everything okay?", Michael asked.

"I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment, two days ago.", he answered with a jeavy accent. He pointed towards a door on his right side. "The shop owner on the other side of the street has a second key for it. I cant go over like this." His hands made a move towards his dirty clothes.

Michael didnt know what to do. He felt uncomfortable in this situation. "Should I go over and ask the owner to give it to me?"

"He wouldnt. He'll only gibe the key to me.", the man answered. He made a pause. "Could I borrow your good looking suit so I can go and get the key?", he asked.

Michael was irritated. He never thought someone would ask a question like this.

"The shirt, pants and shoes would be enough too. No need for a tie.", he added.

Michael was tempted to do it. He wanted to help this man so bad. "But what if the man wouldnt return with my suit?", Michael thought.

"I'm sorry, but I wont take off my suit. I'm already late for work. I hope someone will help you.", Michael answered politely.

"Come on man, just for 10 minutes and I'll give it back.", the man begged.

"The answer is no.", Michael said and turned around to leave. He was almost on the main street again as he felt a pull on his right foot. As he looked down he saw that he only wore his left shoe anymore. Michael turned around and saw the man holding Michaels shoe his hand. "Only your pants and your other shoe, please.", he begged.

"Give me back my shoe now or I'll call the police you filthy homeless!", Michael answered briskly.

The man threw the shoe in front of Michael and mumbled an okay as he walked towards the back of the alley again.

Michael kneeled down to put on his shoe again and went to work after that.

He thought alot about the encounter at work. In the afternoon, the presentation went great. Michael got his seat at the council.

Over the next few days Michael forgot about the crazy man in the alley until he walked past it one evening. Michael thought that he heard something and watched the alley. He remembered the man from a few days ago and left towards his appartement. He took the elevator and opened his door. Michael entered his bedroom and wanted to undress. He bend over to untie his shoes as he felt a painful hit at the back of his head. Michael collapsed unconscious immediately.

As he woke up Michael noticed that something was tied around his ankles and wrists. Michael opened his eyes to see that he was tied to his bed, still wearing his suit and shoes. He tried to free himself until he noticed someone standing in the shadow of the corner.

"You wont be able to free yourself,  even though you have those muscles.", a voice with a heavy accent said.

Michael knew that accent. It was the man from the alley.

"How did you get in here?", Michael shouted in disbelief.

"That doesnt matter.", he answered. "What matters, is that you didnt help me back then but now you will." He stepped out of the corner, revealing that he still wore his dirty clothes. "I lost my job because of you.  Because you didnt want to lend me your suit."

Michael was shocked.

"But now I'm here for revenge.", he said with a devilish grin. "I mixed something together while you were at work." He walked over to a drawer and took out a bottle filled with a black liquid and a glass. He poured the liquid into the glass and sat down next to Michael. He grabbed Michaels throat causing him to open his mouth. The man poured the liquid into Michaels mouth and made him swallow it.

Michael felt how his body started to feel numb. He wasnt able to move anymore.

The man untied Michael and started to run his hand over his suit. He laid down next to Michael and pulled Michael towards him So that Michael was laying in the mans lap, between his legs.

"What are you doing? Stop that!", Michael said, trying to get his body to move.

The man let his fingers run over Michaels muscular body again. He played with Michaels nipples beneath the tight shirt.

Michael felt how the mans dick was rising and pushing against his back.

The man grabbed Michaels head by the back and pushed him forwards. He pulled of the suits jacket and let Michaels back fall against his belly. He took Michaels tie off and opened some buttons of the shirt. He pushed his hands beneath the shirt to touch Michaels abs. He took them out again and pushed them into Michaels pants. He fondled with his balls for some time until he pulled his hands out again.

The man pushed Michael to the side, left the bed and walked towards Michaels feet. He grabbed him by his ankles and pulled Michael towards him. He opened Michaels belt and pulled pants and underpants down to the ankle. He pulled his own underpants down, revealing a throbbing dick, and lifts Michaels legs into the air. He placed the legs onto his shoulders and strokes over Michaels otc gold-toe-socks and his hairy leg.

"Now you will feel how sorry you are for not helping me!", the man said grabbing Michael by the hips.

"Please, dont do this. Please.", Michael whimpers.

The man pushed his thick cock into Michaels hole. Michael mourned because of the pain. The man pushed in a fast rythm and shot his load into Michael. Happy with what he did to Michael, the man now stripped himself and Michael completely naked.

He took Michaels socks and put them on, followed by his underpants and pants. As he put on Michaels suit, Michael noticed a change in appearence at his own body and with the hispanic man. Michael himself started to loose his muscles and the hispanic started to loose his belly and gain muscles. The man giggled at Michaels surprised looking face. He put on the shirt, tugged it into the pants and tied the tie around his neck. At this point, Michael had lost all of his muscles and gained a small chubby belly. The man on the other hand now filled Michaels suit with his muscles.

"And now the finishing touch!", the man said.

He took both dress shoes and sniffed them. Michael could see how the dick moved beneath the pants. He was disgusted by the fact that the man managed to switch muscles just by putting on Michaels most beloved suit.

The man put both shoes on, bowed down and tied the laces. As he got up again. Michael looked at his own face. He didnt want to think about the fact, that he could look like the hispanic man now.

"Look at me. Dont I look fabulous?", the man said.

"Give me my body back!", Michael screamed. "You May look like me, bit you still have that heavy accent!"

The man giggled and ran his hands over his now muscular body. "Watch this.", he said.

He grabbed the jacket and put it on.

"How do I sound now?", the man asked with Michaels deep voice.

"Thats not possible!", Michael said. He was shocked as he heard himself with the thick accent the hispanic man had.

The man laid down again next to Michael and ran his fingers over Michaels now chubby body.

"I'll slightly miss this body.", he said. "But I'm more than pleased with yours Michael. Thanks to you I can now live a new life. I got a job again, where I earn enough money." He kissed Michael. "You know Michael, this wouldnt have happened to you, if you'd helped me back then. I would've returned your suit, but you were greedy. Now I'll live your life and help people. But before I start, I have to get rid of you tomorrow."

The man leaves Michael on the bed. Now standing in the doorframe, the man turns around one last time. "You have great taste in suits.", he said, rubbing his dick beneath his pants.

"As soon as I manage to move again, I'll find you and take my body back!", Michael shouted.

The man gigled, turned the lights for the bedroom off and closed the door. Michael was all alone in the dark.

[weirdmageddon]

five years too late let’s analyze this. the commentary has gotten me back into gravity falls reigniting thoughts and insights i came to years ago

i love everything about this commentary in general it hits the points of humor, genuine analysis of the characters, but most of all im so glad hirsch addressed that the droid not detecting any fear from dipper here doesnt make any scientific sense because that was a massive CinemaSins moment for me

IDK the fact that dipper can fucking stand after an airship crash because theres a bigger threat at hand is literally one of the defining capabilities owed to adrenaline lol...... IM SORRY im a biopsychology student if i dont point that out iwill seethe and die because that was just . its a grudge ive held for a long time about this episode but didnt rant about because it was something so minor and i’m sure nobody would care.

i was 13 when this episode came out and i’m almost 19 now, i had a special interest in biology and i still do but now i’m actually having college classes in biopsychology so i can give my arguments more oomph now. and i have to say, now that i know more about the brain and autonomic nervous system the more this scene bugs me, if that was even possible. and it says a lot of dipper and ford’s relationship.

if dipper clearly wasnt calm before, why would he be now just because he’s put up an outwardly confident facade? before he was in the flight but now hes in the fight. my boy just rode on top of a spaceship by nothing but a magnet gun that could detach at any time if it failed and then the ship crashed, he sustained injuries, is in emotional turmoil because he thinks his uncle is Fucking Dead and the threat of a security droid that detects adrenaline is on his tail and produces a Big Fucking Gun in response to dipper saying “i hAvE a MaGNeT gUn” and hes screaming and has his teeth clenched but sure there’s no adrenaline coursing through his body in that moment i can totally believe that

when dipper asks what happened, ford says “the orb didn’t detect any chemical signs of fear, it assumed the threat was neutralized and self-disassembled” but i don’t think measuring someone’s heartbeat alone is particularly relevant in detecting ... chemical signs of fear?? they dont really tell you this shit but noradrenaline (and maybe adrenaline too if the acetylcholine from sympathetic outflow always activates the adrenal medulla??, theres two pathways) is always active in small quantities to make sure your parasympathetic nervous system doesnt slow your heart to dangerous levels on its own, regardless of your emotions. it’s just a homeostatic mechanism. your sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems are CONSTANTLY modulating control of your organs on a see-saw, literally with every breath you take. simply standing upright causes specialized mechanoreceptor neurons in blood vessels to signal your brain to project signals to release catecholamines via the sympathetic nervous system to constrict your blood vessels so that blood is able to reach your brain and not pool in your legs. i have a deficiency in my body’s ability to adapt to this which is why i know so much about it. if i stand up my heart races to compensate. i’m not feeling fear, my body is just adjusting—albeit grossly and incompetently lol.

but what im saying here is that the security system is flawed. it’s a cool idea to have security droids detect fear, but in practice by detecting adrenaline, and not even directly by detecting the molecule itself—it’s done in a roundabout way by reading the heartbeat, could be a recipe for false alarms. like what if someone’s on beta-blockers. that’s not really an adequate way to measure “fear”; there’s so many variables that could interfere with the measurement the farther you abstract from what you’re really trying to detect. and besides, adrenaline is NOT just a sign of fear, it’s just for preparing the body for action. i know the sympathetic nervous system and adrenaline is constantly linked with the “fight-or-flight” reaponse to a stressor, but 99.9% of the time the sympathetic nervous system is used in your life is to balance out your parasympathetic nervous system to maintain homeostatic equilibrium for mundane things.

i think detecting amygdalar activation would be more efficient in detecting fear. the amygdala sends projections to the hypothalamus which then in turn modulates the autonomic nervous systems. but the amygdala is intensely activated specifically in response to a fear-inducing stimulus (it does activate in response to other emotions but they’re mostly negative and is most activated by startle and fear), and wouldnt be highly activated by many other confounding variables like measurement of the heartbeat could be. the amygala is one of the first stops directly from external stimuli.

to show you how integrated the amygdala is as the first step in registering fear after receiving input from sensory stimuli let’s look at the auditory-amygdala connection for example

see how the auditory thalamus projects to the primary auditory cortex and auditory association cortex? the cortex is where conscious awareness of what the stimuli is comes from. this is the “high road”. it goes sensing -> perception -> emotional response. but sometimes you can be startled without even processing what it is you’re sensing, like the startle response of an alarm or a phone ringing in a quiet house before you even register what it is. this goes sensing -> emotional response, without perception happening until after you’ve already felt the startle. that’s when it takes the “low road”. here’s a simplified version:

even if that were the case with these droids though it’s obvious dipper is still fearful on some level here. his body language, voice, expressions all give it away. for the amygdala, aggression isnt too off from fear so it would be detected equally.

the reason this is so important is because ford uses this as evidence for why dipper is special, “i did it?” “you did it. this is what i was talking about, how many 12 year olds do you think are capable of doing what you’ve just done?”

but like....did he really? i’m not saying this to shoot dipper down or make him out to be more of a wuss, he was incredibly strong-willed here and i dont want to take that away from him because it WAS growth on his part. but the underlying psychophysiological reactions of aggression and fear shouldn’t be that different and this was a total asspull. maybe the droid was so old that it fucked up. maybe dipper being covered in grime and dirt made it harder for the droid to measure the correct heart rate through photoplethysmography (im assuming since they use a camera and are non-contact).

and in all honesty everything i just said brings into question the interpersonal healthiness of ford’s judgements, what he thinks, his expectations, and how he communicates that. in this video alex already talks about how ford is projecting onto dipper. and i think ford may be projecting his expectations for himself onto people who are not him, and the fact that it’s on dipper here makes it far more unfortunate. you realize how much this boy idolizes ford, right? how much impressions matter? dipper even tells himself before he leaves in this same episode, “all right dipper, this is your first big mission with great uncle ford. don’t mess this up.”

even though it’s unstated, the implicit message dipper is perceiving from ford based on their dynamic is: “do you have what it takes for me to be proud of you?” and to accomplish this he must be like ford, even though he’s clearly not and he knows this. he says “i don’t think have what it takes. i was tricked by bill, i was wrong about stan’s portal, heck, i can’t even operate this magnet gun right.” then, by simple chance without even knowing what he did, he activates the magnet gun and pulls out the adhesive, which immediately takes the focus away from what dipper was telling ford about his feelings of inadequacy to ford saying, “yes! dipper, you found the adhesive!”

these thoughts of dipper’s hang in the air without resolve or comment from ford. we don’t know what ford would have said. but it then becomes painfully self-evident in the scene immediately after when the droids emerge and ford tells dipper, “they’re security droids and they detect adrenaline. you simply have to not feel any fear and they won’t see you”, to which dipper replies with an exasperated (and rightful) “WHAT?”

dipper goes in a panic trying to indirectly tell his uncle that this isn’t something he can do. and he is completely right and valid to be freaked out by that full stop. that IS crazy. you can’t control your fear. you can control how you interpret that fear in your higher brain regions but the physiological changes will stick around for longer than it takes to cognitively calm down. it’s easy for me to detach from my emotions to analyze them, but being able to do this does not come naturally for everyone. even i have an irrational fear of wasps and i can’t control it by detaching myself, my body is just automatically primed to get the fuck out of there. i know it’s stupid and i know it’s irrational and isn’t helpful to get myself worked up but i literally can’t stop how my body reacts no matter how i cognitively think about it. expecting composure from dipper in a situation like this when he’s being made to consciously be aware of his anxiety is absolutely fucking insane. look what you did, placing these cruel expectations on him, now he’s afraid of being afraid! this isn’t a case where two wrongs cancel out, they just stack on top of each other.

there’s a good reason these scenes were put side by side but it seems up until now it had remained unanalyzed.

what dipper fears from ford is disappointment. not living up to his uncle’s (quite frankly badly placed) expectations for a twelve year old with anxiety. not once did ford say or subliminally communicate “i don’t expect you to be able to do what i can since you are not as experienced as i am and that’s perfectly okay, no judgements”. you don’t put a child on bike before training wheels. you don’t throw a kid into a swimming pool without giving them swimming lessons. the way ford is doing it, there’s no room for trial and error or mistakes that are an opportunity to grow and learn; instead, it’s life or death. he only seems to pride dipper on what he can do while ignoring the underlying struggles that plague him and never making it known it’s okay for dipper to fail in front of his hero and that he won’t think anything less of him for it.

and that’s why i found the ending scene for dipper and ford’s adventure in this episode to feel so.. wrong. on a scientific and social level. because by the sound of it ford focused more on what dipper had done to dismantle the droid (the droid not detecting any fear) instead of how dipper displayed love and protection for him even if he was truly afraid. what if the science was accurate and the droid detected adrenaline while dipper was confidently standing up for his uncle. would ford still be proud of him regardless?

[barnes-n-nobles]

Youre My Path (SMUT)

Yandere Bucky being crazy, possessive, and DARK!

TW-Mentions on non-con, drugging, stalking, and overall dark behavior. A little bit of knife play as well.

Smut SMUT SMUT

Let me know what y’all think 

Today was just another boring ordinary day. You had to go to the store and stock up on some groceries that you had been planning on getting but you lacked the will power to do so. You opened your phone and looked at the time. Ugh, I need to go before they close you thought to yourself as you managed to peel yourself off of your comfy sofa. You got ready and headed towards the nearest super market.

Lately youve been having some weird feelings, as if someone is constantly watching you. You always shake it off though, because nothing ever happens to you. You always get home safe and sound. Today was a little more intense though, as if you could almost hear someone breathing behind you when you were walking to the store. Relieved to have made it inside, you grabbed your cart and started your trip through the empty isles of the store. You loved and hated to come at night, it made you feel at peace knowing there there wouldn’t be annoying ass kids and angry moms yelling at them to behave. No people blocking the isles with their carts and most importantly, no need to run into someone you knew. The only reason you hated it, was because you didn’t want to get kidnapped and left for dead.

As you made your way to the bread isle, you had that feeling again. You felt like someone was behind you, you stopped dead in your tracks to see if anyone would walk past you. You pretended to look at the merchandise and you slowly turned around to see if there was anyone there. You looked both ways, and sure enough there was nothing. You rolled your eyes and kept it moving. As your trip started coming to an end you decided to stop by the makeup isle, needing a couple of items that you would use for your upcoming date.

Usually you didn’t try this hard but you figured you would give it a shot. All the past times you went on dates they would disappear after your first date. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t try hard enough or if they simply weren’t feeling your vibe. As your mind trailed off you accidentally ran into another person with your cart, completely snapping you out of your mind. A broad man, fell to his knee. “Oh my god!!! I’m so sorry. Are you ok? God I’m so clumsy please forgive me” you said frantically as you started to help him up. He lifted his head up to meet your gaze, big blue eyes % bore%% into your own. Your eyes started to trail from his eyes, to his lips, and up again to his perfectly sculpted face. You were mesmerized, you had never seen such a handsome man. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it, y/n” he said quickly getting up and walking off with a visible smirk on his face. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, knowing damn well he did not just say your name. You werent exactly sure if your mind was playing tricks on you or if he really said what you think he had said. You got up quickly, still in shock but hoping that it was really your mind playing tricks on you. Hesitantly you continued to shop, even though there was a little voice in your head telling you to get the hell out of that store.

Bucky POV

FUCK she’s so beautiful, he thought to himself. The way you stared at him, it was clear you wanted him the way he wanted you. This was the moment that he had been waiting for ever since he laid eyes on you. He had never been this close to you, it was like a dream come true. You smelled like candy, your beautiful e/c eyes meeting his. Just how he had imagined but better. The way you apologized made him hard. Just think of how submissive my y/n will be to me mmmm I’m going to devour her in every way possible he thought to himself, smirking.

Bucky ran into you at a coffee shop near your house. It was love at first sight for him. He watched you interact with your friends, smile, laugh, and it was like a match made in heaven for him. He knew he needed you to smile for him, laugh for him, and live for him. He followed you home that night. Making sure you wanted to be safe, of course. But his monthly visits turned to weekly and then turned to daily. He eventually managed to get into your home. You left a space key under your mat, and he felt so happy yet disappointed that you would endanger yourself like that. “When we live together, I’ll make sure you don’t make silly mistakes like this” he said to himself as he got into your home.

He went through your house just browsing, seeing if anything interesting caught his eye. He then made it into your room and continued to look through your things. He found your panties next to your bed and quickly grabbed them and put him in his picked for him to enjoy later. He also took some pictures of you, to also enjoy later.

You were his new routine and he enjoyed every second of it. As time went on he would keep tabs on you, absolutely hating it when you went on dates. He was consumed with jealousy and couldn’t believe anyone would dare lay a finger on you. He knew that this would not fly and he had to make sure to get rid of any roadblocks that got in his way. Bucky murdered them and everytime he did he felt relieved, almost happy knowing that he was that much closer to you.

After his encounter with you, Bucky walked off into the parking lot, one car over from yours, slipping into the drivers seat. His mind started to go wild. He needed you so badly. He wished he could have taken you right then and there. How he wished he could be inside you, your soft moans begging him to make you feel good. His cock soon started to throb at the thought of you. He leaned back in his seat taking a pair of your panties out from his pocket. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, moaning as he exhaled. “Fuck Y/n...you make me so horny...I’m going to fuck the shit out of you when you’re here baby just you wait”.

Wasnt long before he pulled out his dick, stroking it hard. His hips bucking into his hand wishing it was your pussy. He started to think about how beautiful your pretty mouth would be around his dick, how good your tongue would feel swiveling around his tip. Just as he was about to cum, he stopped. He growled and threw his head back lowly moaning your name. “Fuck...I cant take this anymore. I need her” He quickly tucked himself back in and relaxed.

All you could think about was how that guy knew your name. It kept replaying in your head and it didn’t make sense. You headed to your car and started to load everything in. “Hello my Y/n” you heard someone say in a low deep voice. You quickly turned around, your heart starting to beat a little faster. “Umm. Do I know you?” You asked. Bucky sighed and started to walk towards you. “Not yet doll but you will” a smirk on his face once again. You backed up as he took steps forward. “Don’t come any closer, or I’m calling the police”.

Bucky pressed himself against your body, his hands snaking their way to your hips. His face now pressed against your neck. “No you wont Princess, I know you like this. I can tell by the way that you’re breathing that you want me to keep going” his low voice going straight to your core. “N-no please...stop I ..” you tried pushing him off but you started to feel so weak. You had not noticed that Bucky had used something to drug you. All you felt was your body going limp and you falling into his arms.

Bucky smiled as you fell into him, placing a soft kiss on your temple. He noticed that someone was coming over so he quickly pressed your body to your car, and grabbed your face, kissing you. The person walking, walked a little faster as they were feeling a little awkward. Perfect he thought to himself. He placed you into the back to his car, resting your head to a pillow he had just bought and covering you with his sweater. He quickly drove off, leaving all your things by your car.

Your eyes opened, your head pounding. Wherever you were it was dark but comfortable. You groaned as you started to fully wake up, slowly sitting up. Your left hand felt heavy, you tried pulling it and you heard a chain. You yanked your hand hard again, making a loud sound. Bucky heard the noise coming from your guy’s room and he smiled and quickly got up making his way to you.

“Baby you’re awake now” Bucky excitedly said

“What’s going on..why are you doing this to me, where am I?”

“You’re home doll, with me”

“But I don’t know you” you cried softly

“My name is James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. I’ve been looking after you for a while now and it’s been a pleasure but I'm so glad that I finally have you all to myself, just how it was always meant to be”

He started to get on the bed climbing towards you. You backed up as he came towards you, your back was now against the wall, pinning yourself between the cold wall and his broad body. His hand going to the back of your neck, bringing you close to him, your lips almost touching his.

“I’ve waited a life time for this, to have you here with me. You make me crazy and I would sacrifice the world for you. Now that you’re all mine, I won’t ever loose you” he closed the gap between you two, his lips desperately locking into yours. Kissing you passionately, he was hungry and desperate. You turned your head to the side, breaking the kiss.

“This isn’t the way Bucky, this isn’t right. You need to let me go” you begged. Bucky smiled and looked down moving back away from you. It made you feel relieved that he was not too mad due to your actions. He slowly got up from the bed and went over to his dresser, rummaging through some things.

“Bucky...maybe we are in different paths right now, maybe in the future we will be together but now right now, not like this...please Bucky listen to me”, hoping that he would have a little sympathy, you used his name to make it more personal.

“You know , y/n...just because you say we are on different paths doesn’t mean it’s true” he grabbed something and started to walk towards you again. This time his metal arm reached out to pull you by your leg to the edge of the bed, giving you whiplash. He quickly climbed on top of you, pinning your arms above your head with his metal arm and pulling out a syringe with his other hand.

You quickly started to wiggle around trying to get him off you. Shaking your head, “no no please stop no”. Buckys eyes had a hint of madness to them, dark and disturbing. “Don’t worry these don’t hurt, it will make you feel better I promise”. He quickly injected it to you and you soon started to feel get hot, with a tingling sensation “This will loosen you up a bit, it’ll make you relax so that we can enjoy eachother baby”

His lips made their way onto your neck, kissing and licking you all over. Your heart started to race, your eyes closing, soft moans escaping your lips, “n-no..” Bucky grunted as his erection started to press against your clothed pussy. His hips bucking forward, dry humping you. He lowered down to your ear, whispering, “ cant you see what you do to me. You’re so sexy and sensual you’re almost making me cum in my pants with your adorable moans, my love. As much as love to hear you right now, I want you to moan and scream my name y/n...begging me to fuck you harder”

All his words, combined with his dry humping made you soaking wet. As much as you hated this you couldn’t help but moan louder. His cock pressing against you was not enough and you needed more. You tried your hardest to resist, “G-get a..way f-from me..” you managed to choke out, trying to not moan anymore and trying to push him off with your body. Suddenly Bucky got angry. Hating how you were fighting him. He tore off your thin leggings in a fast single motion, revealing your soaked panties. He took out his knife and pressed it against you, earning a frantic gasp but you stopped moving. “Stop fighting me doll, for your own good because I swear I will fucking destroy you. I’ve waited too long for this, don’t push me because you won’t like the way I punish you.But......if you behave I’ll make sure to take care of you..real good care darling” he said as his knife traced your body. He grabbed your shirt roughly and ripped it off, slicing your bra open as well.

His mouth watered at the sight of your delicious breasts, making his cock twitch with excitement. His knife trailed down to your panties, making you whimper. “You’re so delicious kitten, I’m going to fuck you so hard. I cant wait till my cock is right in here” he motioned and tapped your clit with his knife. He roughly grabbed them and ripped them open instantly. He threw his knife to the side and quickly started to rub your clit making your back arch with your eyes closed. Your moans now filling up the room. Bucky smiled and took one of your nipples into his mouth, making you quiver and move your hips down into his hand. “Mmm, I knew you wanted this..wanted me...only me” he growled against your chest. “F-fuck Bucky...keep going please”. You hated yourself for saying that but you couldn’t help it, you were in pure ecstasy.

Just as you were about to reach your orgasm, he removed himself from you. Making you whine and buck your hips up, wanting and needing his touch once again. “Don’t worry kitten, I’m not done with you yet”. He quickly undressed and positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing his tip on your clit, making you mewl. “Tell me what you want doll...tell me what you want from me” he coaxed. You didn’t answer, as you were too embarrassed to say anything. His metal hand went to your neck, squeezing it hard. “Tell me y/n..tell me what you want NOW” he yelled, releasing his grip from your throat.

“Fuck me Bucky...please” you finally said. “I don’t think I heard you doll, say it loud and clear”. “FUCK ME BUCKY PLEASE I NEED YOU...PLEASE”. You finally broke. You needed him now, there was nothing in the world you wanted more than to have his cock inside of you, his lips on your skin and his hands all over you. You were finally filled with his big cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy. His hands on your neck, choking you but not too hard like before. His hips snapping in and out of you making your body shake. 

“Such an obedient slut, MY obedient slut. I’m going to break you and bend you to my will. Making you all mine. I’ll make you crave my touch, my attention, my voice. You’re going to live only for me, doll. Only for me” he growled as he pounded into you, rubbing your clit making you loose it. He then started to feel you reach your end, making him moan, “cum on my dick baby...cum for me. Let go” he cooed as he angled himself to reach into you deeper. That’s when you felt your orgasm hit you, your body started to shake, waves of pleasure surging through your body. “Mmm Buckyyyy” you moaned. Making him loose it as well, he coated your insides in his thick warm cum. Pumping himself in and out slowly. Gasping for air.

Fuck he was such a God, he made you want more of him. It was the first night and you were already going crazy for his touch. You wanted him to keep going keep doing you however he wanted, but most importantly to keep pleasuring you. Bucky finally pulled out and laid next to you, looking at your beautiful face. He brought his lips to yours and gave you a soft kiss. “The drug hasn’t worn off baby, don’t think this is over. We’re going until we cant no more, doll.” He said against your lips, flipping you over for round two.