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onlyswan · 7 months

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summary: in which jungkook misses you before he even leaves.

idol!jungkook x reader / angst, fluff / word count: 3.7k

content/warnings: they both cry, they’re so in love and anxious of being apart 🥲 pls somebody give my babies a box of tissue damn it!!! / making out :") might be one of my favs i’ve written heh cherry koo ily

> in which masterlist!

note: hi hiii this serves as a prologue kinda to the giving up drabbles <3 and as to not confuse the timeline, this one takes place in sept 2018 and the first giving up drabble june 2019 ^^ hehe reblogs/feedback are appreciated + as always i’d love to chat abt ur thoughts 🥺

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“i’ll call you when i arrive at the dorm, baby. let’s pack the rest of my things together, hmm?”

you hum softly in agreement, hiding your face on jungkook’s chest so he won’t see you yawn.

you’re so adorable, he thinks to himself with a grin.

matching his outfits with you in preparation for his travels has always been one of the little ways you spend quality time together. yes, you will be physically apart for most of this year and the next… but if he just pushes that fact in the back of his mind for an hour or two so he can make you laugh with his purposely horrendous choices, he thinks he may be able to leave with a lighter heart.

one last kiss is granted to your forehead, and you nuzzle your cheeks against his warm hands to cherish every ounce of his touch you can manage to steal.

you peek from the small space of the door to smile at your lover, which he then returns rife with fondness. you wave and bid your silly bye bye’s to each other, and it’s you who ultimately closes the door despite the voice in your head bewailing its protests.

it creates a clicking sound as you push it all the way, and after that, the defeaning silence fills your apartment like a toxic gas that makes it impossible to breathe. with no other soul left to witness it, your walls involuntarily come crumbling down. your eyes become blurry with unshed tears, and they fall one by one, some getting caught by your eyelashes. they hang heavy until they inevitably roll down your cheeks, as if they’re desperate not to crash and break, as if they’re horrified of their fate towards doom… much like you are.

recognizing the sensation of your weak knees threatening to give way, you lean your forehead on the hardwood to relieve some of the weight burdening your shoulders.

your chores have piled up while you were recklessly spending every second you had left with your boyfriend. you have better things to do than to cry. however, you can’t control your face that contorts to express the pain of having your heart mercilessly squeezed in your chest, tighter and tighter as the distance between you and jungkook grows, and it will only continue to do so.

you wind up as a heap on the floor, an intricate collection of love yet to be given and shards of memories calamitous and beautiful, knees hugged to your chest as you weep.

you swore you wouldn’t do this. you fucking swore you wouldn’t do this to yourself.

since losing your family, you’ve been alone, trying to survive in this world like a leaf in the eye of a storm, carried by a raging river that travels to an unknown sea. you then promised that no matter how much you affection you’ve grown to have for someone, if there comes a time that they make you feel lonely (skin-on-skin or heart-to-heart), you will be the one to walk away first. even if it hurts, even if it leaves you empty inside. for one, you’ve never liked wasting your time. you know what you want and what you need— someone who will stay within reach. your day-to-day life is far too draining for you to find the energy to beg for love and attention… and for the love of god, there’s already too many people you wish were still by your side.

your friends have witnessed you annihilate hearts and egos, leaving behind a string of jaded lovers.

but jungkook, with his bunny-like smile and endless gestures of kindness… has somehow slithered his way into a space in your heart where no one has ever been.

the apartment feels too empty with him not around. he’s not knocking rhythmically at your door from the inside to announce his arrival. he’s not in the kitchen humming songs while chopping vegetables. he’s not in the shower yelling at you because you forgot that turning on the sink makes his water cold. he’s not in the living room watching a movie on your laptop. he’s not snuggled closely with you and snoring execessively by your ear.

it’s going to be like this for a while. it’s always going to be like this, you realize.

you’re so fucking lonely.

you’ve only gotten used to him being here, and now you need to re-learn what it’s like to be without him.

you’re forced to gasp for air as you sob uncontrollably, interrupted by occasional hiccups that make your body jolt. you taste the salt in your tears as they seep into the crevice between your lips, can feel them beginning to poison your skin.

you let jungkook come too close. he slept on your bed and he learned that you’re always cold. he enveloped you in the safety of his warm embrace and you couldn’t will yourself to leave after the first time. you’ve surrendered to him the control over your body, and also your heart, which you may be breaking alongside your rule but… walking away would mean forsaking yourself.

for the first time, you are crying not because of the absence of love, but the abundance of it. humans are essentially a collection of dead stars that are brought back to life when they are consumed by the electric ache of love and yearning. you are addicted to the antidote that is the touch of another body that burns the same.

you’re free falling.

if you were to choose the cause of your madness, you would choose this.

because for the first time, you are not cursing a name, but the universe and its twisted ways. in your one-bedroom apartment, you don’t feel small; your arrogance is as big as the sun that threatens to swallow the earth whole. the empty space on your bed is now in the shape of the man who loves you.

the back of your head hits the door, and you sigh at the new predicament that presents itself to you: the fluorescent lightbulb at your doorway is flickering as if to signal its impending death.

your bad vision begs you to look away.

it’s too high. it’s too high for you to reach. jungkook isn’t here anymore.

you bury your face in your hands, another wave of tears spilling over before you could get a hold of yourself. your cries are unapologetic; you sound like a little child who got their hair pulled at the playground.

you would much rather wait for him than find a solution. you want to bear the weight of him in every possible way there is. you want to have him in mind every time you flip the light switch, because you always seem to forget that it’s dying after a long day at school.

but for now, all you can do is sit on the floor and smell his perfume on your clothes as you wait for his call.

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jungkook is still frozen on the driver’s seat, struck with a suspicion that he left something behind in your apartment, but he can’t figure out what else there is besides his heart in the palm of your hands.

he opens up every single compartment of his backpack, but he soon carelessly discards it at the backseat because he has no idea what it is he’s even looking for.

“what is it? what is it? what is it?” he mutters absentmindedly to himself, wide doe eyes still actively darting around the car as he mulls over what could possibly be missing. “am i an idiot? am i just making things up in my head?”

but he is leaving for tour after all, it would be a big headache if he forgets to bring something important.

something important such as…

proceeding with a final inspection, he starts patting around his body, from his chest down to the pockets of his sweatpants.

“ahhh-” he makes a noise of enlightenment when he discovers one of them to be completely empty.

it then becomes vivid in his mind— the memory of him lazily setting down his wallet on your study table before he crawled on your single-sized bed as if it’s his own.

“…shit. i need to go back.”

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he has a smirk plastered on his face as he jogs his way up to your apartment floor. radiating with pure excitement unbeknownst to himself, he even begins to skip a step with every long stride he makes across the staircase.

thanks to his forgetfulness, he found an excuse to be with you for a few minutes more.

the fourth door straight ahead, he still remembers chanting in his head the first time he visited your building on his own.

he stands before it with the intention to surprise you, but ironically, he is the one who ends up freezing in place. your muffled sobs escape through the narrow cracks of the door, and his hand slowly slips away from the handle until it drops back to his side. his vision becomes unfocused, mind going blank, only registering the shortness of his breath and the powerful punch to his gut.

that sweet, heart-fluttering smile that comforted him must’ve killed you inside.

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“i won’t forget to call after every show.”

“that does sound nice but…” you scrunch your nose cutely. “i won’t be upset, if that’s what you’re worried about. go straight to sleep when you’re exhausted. i know you won’t have much time to rest.”

“please! you can watch me sleep too.” he pouts. “you know i always make it work. while i eat, while i shower! that won’t change. i need to see you and gain strength… or else i seriously think i won’t survive this one.”

and jungkook hopes that he’s not too much of a burden for loving you.

although, you did tell him once in passing— that anyone can be passionate, but not everyone will bravely go on stage every night to showcase those passions, even if it means testing the very limits of the human body.

“i can’t allow that to happen, can i?” you click your tongue, copying the angry frown of your boyfriend, who you find so, so, so cool.

his features soften after you pinch his soft cheek.

“your hyungs might kill me if i make their little one mope around missing me too much.”

“w-what do you mean?” he becomes flushed with embarrassment. “what kind of things do they tell you?!”

“nothing much.” your eyes shine with a glint of faux innocence. “when we were trainees, jungkook did this… since meeting you, he’s gotten more stubborn… can you tell him to wake up earlier if he plans on showering for an hour? you know, just things like that.”

“aish! jimin-hyung!” he releases a deep sigh to express his exasperation, knitted forehead not doing much to diminish the roundness of his eyes. “i bet one of them is jimin-hyung! i’m right, aren’t i? you- you’re getting too close with him! i can’t allow this- really, i- ah! no! no!”

the burst of laughter that fills the room only confirms his suspicion. you roll over on the bed to cover your face, half of your body collapsing on top of his, and you clutch your aching belly when he begins to aggressively shake you in a joking manner.

“listen, you can’t become best friends! you hear me? don’t! my secrets… what’s going to happen to them? who else can i tell them to?!”

immediately recognizing his poor choice of words once they have left his mouth, jungkook purses his lips in regret, and it’s his turn to feel his lungs burn from the lack of oxygen.

“oh, really?” you slowly sit up as you stare at him with raised eyebrows. “and what kind of secrets do you need to keep from me? huh?”

he doesn’t waste a second to reply, scrambling as to not leave any space for you to formulate more doubts in your head.

“nothing! nothing, baby!” he flashes a dreamy smile in return to your sharp glare. he gently cups the back of your head to pull you back closer, puckering his lips as he tries to meet you halfway. “come here- give me a kiss.”

you ignore his advances, moving away from him with a scoff you don’t even bother to hide. the annoyance bubbling up inside of you feels irrational, and yet you can’t stop it from controlling your body language.

his jaw slacks in disappointment. he despises being denied affection, more importantly, a kiss meant to be shared with you.

“are you mad?”

you turn your back against him, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, but jungkook doesn’t waste time in chasing after you.

“baby!” he whines, seizing your arm and tightly embracing you from the side before you can escape. “i was just joking- i promise- i swear. you’re even the first person i share my secrets with nowadays!”

you sigh in defeat, eyes fluttering shut as you allow him to caress your face and pepper your cheek with loving kisses. loud, and slightly wet, which you used to not be fond of when it came to the lovers you had before, but as for jungkook and his dewy lips, you weirdly don’t seem to mind.

“please don’t be mad.” he coos lightheartedly before ducking his head to press his lips against yours. “i don’t want us to fight before i go.”

“i’m not mad.” your reply is quiet, and it drips with hesitance. “i just don’t want to think about you having secrets while you’re away.”

you turn to communicate directly with his eyes. if you feel sick to your stomach imagining him as a person you’d never have the grace to forgive, you don’t show it.

“you understand where i’m coming from, right?”

he meekly nods.

this is another reason why he is eager to spend all his free time with you, albeit through a screen smaller than the palm of his hand, and perhaps buy you trinkets from every city that welcomes him because everything reminds him of you. he wants to give you the reassurance that he doesn’t have any plans on doing something that may hurt you. this will be excruciating, he knows, but it is also a chance to prove himself as a boyfriend worthy of your tears and sacrifices. this can’t end before it begins. he doesn’t think he’d be able to bear that. he just celebrated his first birthday with you. it hasn’t been long since you uttered the three words he’s been anxiously waiting to hear.

“i love you. please give me your trust for now… i won’t waste it. you’ll see, at the end of this, we’ll be stronger. i promise i won’t forget my responsibilities as your partner even if we’re physically apart.”

he tenderly strokes your hair, eyes filled with galaxies memorizing every inch of your face. he’s scared, too. he’s scared that he’s overestimating himself. too ambitious, too greedy for wanting both the world and the most beautiful person he has ever seen in it to love him. he’s scared of getting too exhausted. he’s scared that you won’t be there anymore when he opens his eyes.

“i will probably mope around, though, missing you too much…” he pauses, then he makes up his mind.

him getting more stubborn since he met you— it might just have some truth to it that he’s too sheepish to say out loud, especially if his members were around to hear it.

“yes, i will seriously be a handful.” he nods to himself. “so i’m already apologizing early.”

“what are those responsibilities exactly?”

“to show you that i love you!” he exclaims in a tone that screams obviously. “to make you happy, to keep you safe… to stay committed to you- yah, you already know these things!”

but still, it’s nice to hear him say it. this bed of roses is a bed of thorns; he has chosen to sleep on it with you.

you giggle heartily at the sight of his face getting flushed. “you’ve been doing a great job then, baby.”

the praise causes his doe eyes to sparkle with glee. “really?”

“really!” his heart skips a beat when you softly cup his face in your hands, wearing that kind smile he can’t help but fall in love with over and over again. “don’t worry, i won’t let you miss me too much. i have my share of the responsibilities too.”

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he swallows the lump in his throat, shakily sitting on the floor with his back against the door. he doesn’t know how long he stays there. he only knows that it’s near sunrise because the lights across the hallways have gone out one by one.

with an elbow resting on top of his knee, he fiddles with the laces of his shoe with no rhythm or rhyme— silently crying with you, clueless as to what he should do. he didn’t learn about this in school, nor during dance practices. no one teaches you what to do when you hurt a person you love but there’s no fault to fix and apologize for.

every now and then, a tenant passes by, and he is overwhelmed with the urge to scream at them to fuck off and mind their own business.

adding to his frustration is his phone, which has been vibrating with calls and text messages. he only spares them a dismissive glance before clicking the off button. yes, he fucking knows it’s already 5am. yes, he’s still with his baby. however, he is forced to send a reply to his manager when asked if they could finish packing his luggages for him to save time. no. no, no, no.

on the other side of the door, the pitter-patter of mechanical rain tickles your ears. your nimble fingers doesn’t cease on tapping on the keyboard even as your eyes stray to the contact name above the conversation, just to make sure that it’s your boyfriend you’re texting.

to: my jungkook

babyyy the sun is about to rise

so i’m not sleepy anymore :(

you're not home yet?

wait. if you're still driving just reply later

be a good driver before a good bf for now ☺️

ohoh i don’t mind if you don't have time to call anymore. just text me rq before you take off pleaseee so i know you're safe and sound

and after the flight ofc!! 😭

i love you! ❤️

seconds later, a pounding at the door makes your body jolt in shock. you carelessly rush to stand up, the safety measure of looking through the peephole not even crossing your mind before you swing it open.

jungkook stuns you with his presence, chest heaving with every breath as he studies you in a fog of haze. your messy hair perfectly frames your pretty face. your parted lips are raw from the crime of your sharp teeth forcibly putting an end to your crying. your eyes are still damp with tears, and they shine every time the warm light hanging above your head flickers.

if you could only read his mind, you won’t have to worry about him wanting anybody else.

once again, he finds himself helplessly infatuated. why do you have to look utterly bewitching even when you cry? fuck, and your texts… how did he get so lucky? you fuel something carnal inside of him that he has difficulty putting into words.

and so, he allows his actions to speak for himself.

“jungk-” his name is interrupted with a high-pitched whimper caught in your throat. your trembling hands desperately grasp the sides of his hoodie as you stumble backwards, struggling to recriprocate the unrestrained fervour of his kisses.

he’s out of control. he has never kissed you like this before. you don’t know if he doesn’t feel your weak fists punching his chest or he just doesn’t care. you feel dizzy… dizzy, dizzy, dizzy.

you’re confused why he’s still standing at your doorway. you’re terrified of losing your balance. you’re crushing a pair of sneakers underneath the soles of your feet and it hurts. but his fingers are tightly tangled with your hair, the others playing a saccharine hymn along the keys of your spine, and for the pleasure he gives, you can endure to live with the pain.

the familiar taste of mint on his tongue is far too addictive for you not to indulge. you can’t stop craving for more of it, more of him, and you let your lungs burn.

but soon it mixes with the salt in his tears as his emotions crash on the shore like a tsunami. the seal of your lips is broken by a quiet sob, and in shame, he ends the kiss to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

“____, what do i do? i don’t want to leave.”

your heart shatters into pieces as he sniffles, voice cracking as he musters up the courage to confess to you in between.

“jungkook…”

the words of sincerity feel heavy on his tongue. he’s never been good at this; always relied on his ability to feel. in spite of that, he wants to bare all of himself to you, and he prays that you believe him when he says- “i can’t imagine my life without you anymore.”

“so don’t. you don’t have to think about things like that.” you sigh as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, subtly swaying your bodies to soothe him. “come on, love. why are you crying…? you know where to find me, don’t you?”

you feel him nod before he mumbles pensively. “here… or school, or the restobar.”

“that’s right.” you chuckle. “just don’t lose your key. i’m not going anywhere.”

but he fears it’s his goddamn mind he might just lose. he squeezes his eyes shut, embracing you tighter as he counts the seconds in his head. he will let go after thirty, then perhaps he will stay for another ten.

in another lifetime, jungkook wishes that he could tell you the same.

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loganlermanstanaccount · 1 year

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OMW

pairing: joel miller x reader

(AO3 mirror) TLOU Masterlist

summary: phone sex w Joel, xoxo

warnings: smut, masturbation, phone sex, daddy kink, age gap, 18+ Minors DNI

a/n: Filthy shit, as usual. Pre-outbreak!

wc: 700

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Thinking abt phone sex w Joel. He's def the type to not trust tech, keeping a beat up old Nokia in his back pocket, even after you make fun of him for it. When you call him late at night, to fall asleep, he just can't help himself.

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You're rambling about your day into the speaker, as Joel palms himself through his pajama bottoms. He's had a long day at work, and now, he's trying, so so hard not to think about the noises you'd make on top of him, or stuffing your mouth with his pretty cock. Fuck it. He takes out his cock, teasing himself to the sound of your voice. He's gentle, mimicking what he thinks your hand around his cock would be like, pushing him closer and closer towards the edge and then… his hips jump and he groans, hands off his cock and humping the air.

"Joel?" You sound a little worried. "You alright….?"

"Just peachy, doll." He continues to stroke himself, a little slower this time. He makes a tight ring with his thumb and index finger, and teases his weeping tip. So much cum. "Now, what else did your boss do?“

You babble into the speaker, recounting your day to Joel; taking your boyfriend's low grunts as approval. When you hear a telltale groan; your whole body lights up as the reality of what he's doing hits. You pause, and hear a faint schlick-schlick in the background.

"Not fair, baby! Why do you get to have all the fun… " He can hear the cute pout over the phone.

"S-start touchin' yourself then. I won't tell." Rustling over the phone, and then a light buzz in the background.

"Did I say you could use your toy?"

"N-no sir." A click, and the buzzing stops. It's replaced with soft moans and the sloppy wet sounds of you touching your pussy.

"Louder, angel, wanna hear you," A little faster. "Can you try somethin' for me?"

You hum into the phone.

"Pretty ass up, baby, like if I was there. Let me talk you through it…" Your pussy clenches around nothing, at the growl in his words. Soon, you're arching your back on the bed, phone on speaker right next to your ear.

"Y-yes sir."

"Good fuckin' girl. Just circle your clit for, me, there's a good girl."

Whining, you do as he says, pads of your fingers grazing your heat.

"What are you wearin'?" a little cheesy, but he's desperate.

"...just -fuck- that shirt you gave me," you say in between moans.

"Nothin' else….?"

“N-no daddy."

That almost finishes him right there; the lilt in your voice as you touch yourself for him. You're in his shirt, getting off to his voice. His cock swells with realisation: only he could make you feel this way.

"Get off with your fingers baby; wanna hear you."

You're writhing now, trying to find that spot that Joel hits every time.

"Nn-need more. Can't -ah- cum like this…."

"Can hear you so good, baby. Those pretty moans; I'd treat you so good, you know that.. wish I could feel you around my cock," He's pumping faster now, so hard it hurts.

"M'close, fuck, daddy I'm close.."

Joel's so close he can taste it, white-hot on the edge of something, pumping furiously. "You know what to do… ask me, sweetheart…"

"Please can I cum?? Please, daddy, please, I've been good, please…"

"Cum for me, doll," He breathes and you writhe, ass up, as you clamp around your fingers. Joel can hear it, a little tinny through his phone speaker, the wet squelch of your fingers fucking yourself through an orgasm. All he can think of is you on his cock, making those beautiful sounds in his ear. Moaning, it sets him off; an orgasm that rips through his core. Thick, sticky ropes coat his bare torso.

On the other end, collapsed on your bed, you hear the click of Joel hanging up the call. And in your blissful haze, the chime of a message sent.

1_attachment_from_Joel💕_

One message received:

You open up your phone, to a picture: a pixelated image of Joel from the navel down, covered in his own cum, a lazy hand wrapped around his hardening cock.

Joel💕: im omw...

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urmomsgnocchi · 1 month

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18+ minors dni i stg sub!joel miller (taste of switch!joel in the end) x fem! reader

little drabble bc all I can think of today is using joel miller like a toy it's very bad!!

bf!Joel Miller's competitive ass losing a bet with you and your prize is to have your way with him until he taps out

warnings: overstim (unrealistic standards for ppl with penises. will we ever really know how many times joel came? 😔), joel calls you mama 2 times get over it <3, good boy!joel miller, bondage but very light, unprotected piv sex (not mentioned but also condoms are not mentioned), tiniest bit of oral m!recieving, riding <3, now that I think abt it consensual free-use/somno kinda?? for like 2 seconds??

joel isn't a gambler by any means, but he trusts his luck now and again. so when flirting during game night leads to a bet on who would win the most of the games you'd set out for the night, he'd thought he had it in the bag....

hours later he's tied to the bed frame by the silky straps you keep in the box under your bed, whining and panting as you ride him through his second orgasm of the night. your touch hasn't left his body since your little game started

a water break in between, little check ins reminding him that he can tap out whenever he wants but he's gotten competitive again, he won't let you win.

he's a big strong man he can handle a few orgasms? you'll tire out first right?

hours and hours pass and Joels blissed out and pussy drunk, tears shining on his cheeks and throat raw from all the whines, moans, screams, he barely remembers letting out. he can't tell how long you've been at it or how many times you've pulled pure bliss out of his body, all he knows is that he's wet, whether it's from your pussy once again soaking his lap, from your mouth that's kissed and kitten licked every inch of his skin, from his own cum that's dripped down from you onto his thighs and bedsheets, or from the cooling sweat that's trickling down his forehead and neck.

he feels you tighten around him as he vaguely recognizes your moans through the fog of his last orgasm. your body chokes him tight as you reach your peak once again and his body starts to shake. he mumbles out what's meant to be "thank you mama" but comes out more like choked gasps and shuddered breaths as he feels himself twitch inside you. you climb off him and trace the last little dribbles he has left with your tongue. he jolts at the feeling, his body pulling taut as he tugs on the ties still securing him to the bed posts and lets out the most pathetic little strained whines in protest.

"all right baby I think I'll tap out for you huh?" you speak down to him from your position between his twitching thighs, "think maybe you took as much as you can" your finger gently tracing down his now soft but still weeping cock.

a weak whimper in response "please baby. m'done"

"did so good for me though my sweet boy" you untie his arms and let him curl into your side, stroking his hair as his body finally slows it's shuddering.

you wake up hours later to joel's cock, firm and warm, sliding in and out the apex of your thighs, his voice hot, wrecked, and alive in your ear,

"mornin sunshine," his arms snake around your waist and hip to pull you up where he wants you "didn't think I gave up did ya? just needed a breather, now let's see how much you can take mama..."

#joel miller #sub!joel miller #sub!joel smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller is a sweet sweet boy #joel tlou hbo #sub!joel

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emomanswhore · 2 years

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as soon as you said "soft dom" my body tingled....... now I'm bout to deep dive into connor........ sorry for the mini drabble, my mind just went haywire

YES I THINK CONNOR IS A SOFT FUCKING DOM, but I also think he's a pleasure dom, he's just really gentle and sweet yk :') with every and anything. but he's really adamant when you two have sex.

he'd be all sweet, just so sweet. kissing on your neck, cupping your tits in his hand while he's fucking you. just so slow and gentle. you have tears splashing on your cheeks cause you want him to be rougher with you, but he thinks he's gonna hurt you. nine times out ten he'll just eat you out to make up for it :( he doesn't think he can do it right, he thinks he'll dig too deep, or fill you up too much cause your moans of pleasure make him spill buckets.

"you sure, baby? i-i don't want to hurt you." you'd wrap your legs around his torso just so he'd be trapped. so you could feel him, all of him. nice and deep, it makes your body twitch. and it makes him flustered, his whole face and the tip of his nose grow red, and you just giggle cause you love seeing him like this. "you won't hurt me, promise." his dick's getting squeezed so tightly, so he knows you must like it. he takes note. they like it, they squeeze me tighter when I'm deeper.

his LED turns red. he's going against what he does, like every time he's doing more damning things with you. he doesn't want to hurt you. it's against his character. but when you moan like that. when you grind your hips like that. nibble on your lip, play with your tits. "just like that." you moan as he thrust. "fuck me... nghh!- just like that.

you thought you'd have to press him for it. but after begging him so much just to do with you as he pleases he's finally getting it. but he always makes sure your feeling good. you look at him with such glossy eyes. they sparkle, even while they fall shut. you can feel him just moving in you.

even while he's pounding in you it feels like he's taking care of you. your fingers are intertwined with his own, and with the other, he's playing with your clit. rubbing the perky bud as you twitch all around him. "fucking you like this," he takes a deep breath and kisses your lips before he continues, "makes you wanna cum already?"

this android knows when you're gonna cum before you do. he can feel how wet you get around his cock. how you start to grow really wet and warm in the back. that spongy spot that he reaches with ease twitches against the tip of his dick. "mhmm, knew y' could." you slur like a drunk. when he slams his hips little spurts of liquid rush out of your pussy.

"I'll keep doing it like this okay? just make sure you cum a lot for me. can you do that for me, baby, if I do it like this?

and all of a sudden i'm horny, wow👩🏽‍🦯 HAVE I NO SHAME!?

sin sin sin sin sin Sin SIn SIN SIN SINNNNNN IIIII JUST I I JUST I I

I LITERALLY FELT A GUSH OF SOMETHING COME POURING OUT ME- LIKE YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO KEEP PAUSING AND LOOK AWAY FROM MY SCREEN ?????? TOO MANY 🧎🏽‍♀️my pussy is weeping and crying for this android to get inside of me. i want him NOW.

FIRST OF ALL THE FACT THAT YOU CAME UP WITH THIS IS IN LIKE 10 MINUTES, YOUR BRAIN IS SO POWERFUL LIKE HOOWWW ????? SECOND OF ALL, the red led lights ?? good fuckin god, i felt a wave of heat come from my body and im 1000% sure you put me in heat. and the whole time i’ve just been thinking abt the audio of him…. just imagine how sweet he sounds with that, “can you do that for me baby ? if i do it like this ?” LOORRRDDDD I WANNA FUCK THE NUTS N BOLTS OUT THIS ROBOT SO BAD MAN 💢⭕️💢⭕️

#gaming%!🎮#library.📚#detroit become human.📁/DBH #dbh connor #connor smut #soft dom n pleasure dom connor agenda #i almost didn’t wanna answer this and wanted to keep this to myself in my inbox #this was so good sin you literally made my entire night with service dom connor #thank you for blessing me i will never stop thinking about this for the rest of the day #i hope you know you ain’t going NOWHERE and every thing abt connor i find will be in your inbox #IM LITERALLY THROBBING AND GUSHING RNNNN SINNNN

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lunainfortuna · 1 year

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Sorry, but the funniest shit is when ~some~ people say Azriel acts as a mate towards Elain. Call them dumb.

And you know why?

This is Lucien soon after he met Elain still as a human:

Elain was shaking, sobbing, as she was hauled forward.

Toward the Cauldron. [...] Lucien, beside Tamlin, again put a hand on his sword. “Stop this.” [...] Lucien staggered a step forward as Elain was gripped between two guards and hoisted up. She began kicking then, weeping while her feet slammed into the sides of the Cauldron as if she’d push off it, as if she’d knock it down— “That is enough.” Lucien surged for Elain, for the Cauldron.

Meanwhile, Azriel who had known her for a little while:

And Mor backed away. Step by step. “What a prize,” the king said, that black gaze devouring her. Azriel’s head lifted from where he was sprawled in his own blood, eyes full of rage and pain as he snarled at the king, “Don’t you touch her.”

I mean, lmaooooo. He didn't give a single fuuuuck about Elain. His supposed mate. I swear 😂😂😂😂😂😂

But there's more! In ACOWAR, he showed once again his mate instincts:

But Mor replied smoothly, [...] One moment, Azriel was seated. The next, he’d blasted through Eris’s shield with a flare of blue light and tackled him backward, wood shattering beneath them.

And ps: Eris had just!!!! talked about Elain. Well...... Guess who didn't give a fuck again? Great mate we see here, guys.

From the first time Azriel met Elain, he treated her as Feyre's sister; he treated her with respect and kindness as he would do to anyone in need. Their interactions were superficial. They have never ever acted as mates towards each other; not even once! When he saved her near the end of the third book, he was freaking hurt and she didn't blink an eye. Would mates act like that? Er. (lets remember that Nesta was all about Cassian's safety). And in the end, after truth-teller, they didn't share any scenes together. She didn't ask about him nor did he ask abt her.

But Elain and Lucien?

“I’m fine,” Elain said quietly. And then asked, noticing the gore on him, the torn clothes and still-bloody weapons, “Are you—”

“Well, I never want to fight in another battle as long as I live, but … yes, I’m in one piece.”

A faint smile bloomed on Elain’s lips.

Azriel only started "caring" for Elain and being overprotective when he did the math about the bond between Feysand and Nessian. Only then. And we can notice this regarding his and Lucien's interactions. Before that, he respected Lucien. :) It's pretty clear by now, thinking about Mor and then, Elain, that Azriel changes the way he acts when he decides someone should be his mate/lover. It's not something real and pure.

Good thing that,

In comparison, Azriel slaughtered every soldier in Sangravah when he found Gwyn for the very first time. Every single one. In comparison, it was only when her name came up regarding the Blood Rite that he showed any reaction. In comparison, he wouldn't go as far as call her a friend, but buried the image of her shining eyes deep inside his chest. In comparison, his shadows sing to her. And that's enough.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel supremacy #pro gwynriel #pro elucien #elucien #elain x lucien #pro lucien vanserra #anti u know what

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vigilskeep · 2 months

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every time I play a mage in dai I weep a single tear for the blood mage spec. come on guys it would be so funny!! Anyway, what kind of magic is arthur using since uh. that’s off the table.

they shouldve let me have just a little blood magic. as a treat.

arthur is a necromancer!! people don’t always find it as, ahem, fascinating as he does, but it’s his academic area of expertise. of course he’s never had access to this many corpses before! which he tries to say with what he imagines is the normal level of enthusiasm. no he’s usually very tactful about it. but cassandra tell him more abt the mortalitasi. cassandra pls. cass. cassie. pls.

i think it’s a really fun one for how perceptions of you change over the game. one day you’re the most hated kind of maleficar, and the next you’re the herald of andraste, capable of miracles, your soldiers certain in the knowledge that even if they die they may continue to serve. though he still has to phrase those parts of plans, ah, delicately, to some members of the inquisition

#i havent beaten in hushed whispers yet so hes not *actually* a necromancer rn but you know #he’ll get there #arthur trevelyan

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boyfleshripper · 3 months

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Now I want to ramble abt my favorite enemies. Gr. I could talk all day abt how much I enjoy masks dude. While I don't really find them scary I always feel slight dread when I'm on my own and hear footsteps and no talking to go along with them. Hearing them giggle or sob while they walk around is also just so.

Coilheads are also fun because I never process them fast enough when I'm on my own but I still process ENOUGH to get an Oh no! Kind of reaction out.. Process too slow to turn around but process fast enough to be like WAIITT! As the pitter patters rapidly approach . I love their weird little slappy feet and how they go doiiingg ! As much as I get mildly annoyed when they show up at inconvenient times I really enjoy their designs in like. All aspects. I love how they're a weeping angel you can actually hear, and also how fucked up they look . Along with how they kill people and the fact that their bestiary says they're mannequins. Do you think they make people look like them because they aren't supposed to look like that? Like. Maybe they were normal mannequins at some point. Idk.

Skipping rambling about the jester because I will actually be here all fucking night typing .

Brackens are so fun because they have the most personality methinks and also they can. Really put you on edge. Or they used to put me on edge before I saw them in the same light as like a weird lost cat. Lol. I love how even from a far distance you can make them out cuz of their little eyes and the slight horrified feeling when you were just with a friend and turn around and they're gone with nothing left but a blood trail. So fun!!! They always appear with coilheads for me and I find it fun figuring out how to manage both .. Even though it usually ends in me dying to one or the other. I love brackens stupid little crawl too ah. My favorite. I always try to catch them crawling cuz its so cute. They are so cute!! Their stupid little growl and their leaf shake . I HAAVE to pet one . My god.

Nutcrackers finally my beloved. I love how silly they ar. Theyre the least scary things on the planet dude . They're just so funny in all aspects like how they can just walk straight past you and also how they kick players. So in love with em. I love how they sound as I mentioned previously as well. Love their stompies and their music . Both jester and nutcracker have music I like to sit and listen to like. So much so I forget I have to live sometimes. Nutcrackers so cute I want to hug them I do not care if they kick me so hard every bone in my body shatters. They ar. Heart emoji.

Thank you all for listening to my dumb rambles . My lethal fixation is so strong I could actually talk nonstop abt these critters for hours but I chose not to for the sake of everyones sanity. Like I'm so insane even my parents have vague lethal knowledge . My mom apparently likes the bracken and my aunt likes nutcracker . I was going to draw nutcracker for her but I cannot be normal about that thing . Ok sorry end of ramble . Thank you tumblr for being like a diary its the best thing ever . Post textpos

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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When he pulls the “not saying ‘ily’ back” prank pt.3

but with a twist…

—image reads: “i love you, i love you, don’t cry”

warnings/notes: requested, TIMESKIP!IWAIZUMI (occupation reveal), cursing, angst (again lol), comfort, fluff, married relationships, suggestive, not proofread (apologies), long reading (GLHF)

part 1, part 2

Kuroo, Iwaizumi || reader

♢ Kuroo ☄. *. ⋆

being the little scheming fool he is, you’ve gotten used to all the small pranks he pulls on you

small pranks like: once, he feigned a panicked expression when you asked him if he left the stove on at home

or he’d pretend to accidentally drop the new vase you brought

sometimes would make a fake crackling noises during a phone call (however it worked like twice and then u stopped falling for it)

it’s not you mind it, though, because you get to have a reason to smack that constant devilish smirk off his lips

kuroo never crosses the line with them

but he kinda sorta did one time

he smacks himself every time he’d think about it

bc he remembers the tears brought into your eyes when he looked up from his magazine, immediate regret filling his heart

it was a regular weekend; you had planned to go out with your friends

on your way out the door after giving Kuroo a kiss on the cheek, you send your husband some parting words

“ ‘Kay, Testu, I’m off. See you,” you say, slipping your heels into your shoes. “Love you.”

“. . .” he remains quiet as he lazily sits on the couch, shuffling through a weekly magazine.

his eyes r in the book, but in his mind, he’s having a laugh.

oh, y/n’s gonna be so caught off guard lol

he thinks this little prank will make you laugh, too but…

you knock on the wall beside you to grab his attention. “Uh, babe?”

he doesn’t look back up, simply nodding.

“Alrighty, bye.”

is he still mad? you wonder, recalling the previous days’ events.

you both had gone into a little argument the day before

abt his sleep schedule since he’s been staying up finishing his projects for work

but after some time, you resolved it by talking it out and having a cuddle session

at least you thought you thought you did.

why is he acting nonchalant all of a sudden? you wonder

with your shoes on, you stood next to the door, wondering if you should still go on your outing with this horrible feeling in your gut

or maybe…he probably doesn’t love me anymore, an irrational thought enters your mind

Kuroo notices you still standing next to the door. “Aren’t you going to…”

his voice falters when he notices a tear streaming down your cheek

you want to ask him if everything’s okay, but you can’t form the words for some reason

instead, a tear forms in your eyes, with a knot in your throat

he drops his magazine and stands up to quickly rush over to you

the former middle blocker pulls you close to his chest.

you don’t pull away, just weeping softly into his shirt

“why’re you crying, huh? what’s wrong?” the oblivious man asks tenderly. His cheek rests on top of your head.

“are you still mad at me?” you whisper into his chest.

“For what? for yesterday?” he asks softly. “no, i’m not mad,” he confirms, before hugging you tightly again.

“oh,” you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

“sorry, dove,” he uses his sweet nickname for you. “i love you, i love you, please don’t cry,” he mumbles hearing you sniff, and placing a kiss on your forehead.

he truly does, and it shows with how he’s holding you, cherishing you, and kissing you

“i’ll let you off to your friends now,” he says, once you’ve calmed in his arms.

“okay,” you giggle. “i’ll be be back quickly, babe.”

still in his arms, you tilt your head as he leans down to give you one last kiss.

“okay.” he smiles, but his hold doesn’t leave you, arms still wrapped around your waist.

“Testu,” you say his name, wondering when he’s gonna let go.

he hums, now his head laid on your shoulder.

“Testu, i gotta go!” you chuckle.

“fine, fine.” his words make it seem as if he’s finally going to release you

however he just presses his lips into the corner of your neck, and whispers in your ear

“we can continue this when you come back, yeah?”

you feel your cheeks warm from his comment and you’re finally able to pull away

“Mkay, g-gotta go!” you stutter, rushing out of the house.

he smirks, watching you tumble on your way out.

god, i love you. in his head he’s just repeating the same mantra

and making a promise to not make you cry like that again

♢ Iwaizumi ☄. *. ⋆

your partner, iwaizumi hajime, was in the work-out room doing some lifts when you popped your head in

“hey, hun! want me to bring you some water?” you ask your busy trainer husband

iwaizumi isn’t aware that he’s holding a stern expression on his face (especially when he’s working out)

aka a resting bitch face

so sometimes you can’t tell if he’s genuinely upset or if he’s just focusing really hard

especially these days, he’s been working a lot from doing his own training to meeting up with his players and training them

he would immediately arrive home to eat, chat a little, and go straight to sleep early

most of the time, too early that he’d leave you in the living room to finish off the show you were both watching

don’t get him wrong, he’s been feeling guilty about it….

“i’m fine. i still got some water with me,” he answers a bit tiredly, and turns his head slightly, back facing you

“Okay, then. Lemme know what ya need. Love you,” you say before walking off

but before walking off, you wait to give him some time to reply

but he doesn’t which disappoints you

iwaizumi grabs his water and takes a huge gulp from it, then continues with his lifting

what you don’t realize is that he meant to say “i love you” back but as he was drinking, a thought came to his head

what if i tease y/n a little? he wonders, thinking that maybe that will liven the mood a little

so he decided to keep quiet and let you saunter back in your room

you only frown at his seemingly indifferent nature as you make your way back to your shared bedroom to fold some laundry, deep in thought

you couldn’t help but think as you folded your husband sweater: is he not interested in me anymore?

you continued to organize the mix of tangled fabric thinking that it will perhaps organize your outrageous thoughts and emotions

but it doesn’t. in fact, it just makes you wallow in them.

so after clearing the basket of clean clothes, you lay on the bed to rest

perhaps sleeping will calm you down?

nope.

you can’t sleep.

instead tears roll down your cheeks, surprising you

why am i crying? you swipe an area beneath your eye and stare at the wetness on your finger in disbelief

nonetheless, tears continue to fall and you start to silently sob, realization hitting you

you just miss him.

“honey?” the familiar smooth baritone of a voice calls from behind you.

iwaizumi had expected you to retaliate so he waited and waited for you to stomp back into the room and demand an “ily” back

but your presence never made its way back so he comes to you instead

you lightly gasp, and shut your eyes, pretending to sleep so he won’t notice you crying.

he doesn’t need to know. he’s already been tired out enough. no need to add to it.

you feel the warmth of a presence make its way in front of you, sitting close to the bed.

“you’re asleep?” the soft voice says.

a thumb grazes your cheek.

you almost curse when you realize you didn’t finish drying your tears

“shit. were you crying?” your husband’s voice breaks.

you unconsciously lift your lids, wanting to see him

his face was near yours, eyes widening when yours open.

“hajime,” you reach out to him, and he has you in his arms, dipping himself into the bed to lay with you.

before you could say anything, he apologizes

the redness in your eyes breaking his heart

“i’m sorry,” he starts, “i love you, i love you, please don’t cry.”

he doesn’t even know where to start

he should’ve thought how you’ve felt this whole time

you spend the rest of the time, sharing words that should’ve been exchanged earlier

and it’s what truly improved the atmosphere of the house

he gives you a kiss, placing his lips sweetly on yours. “i love you,” he says again.

you reciprocate his actions and words.

“cmon, let’s cuddle,” he mumbles, rubbing his nose on your neck.

a resounding chuckle leaves your chest

“Haji,” you say, looking at his gazing lovey-dovey eyes. “You’re still sweaty.”

he suddenly remembers that he’s supposed to shower a while ago after exercising

“oh, right.” your husband laughs. “okay, i’ll be back.”

iwaizumi slips out of bed muttering “i’ll be really quick” as if he’s going grocery shopping or something.

as he reaches the door, he turns around, a hand on the doorframe and smirking

“unless…you wanna join?”

how could you resist?

you nod and he’s quick to your feet, lifting you from the bed bridal style just like the day he wedded you

from then on, he’s always attentive towards you and your feelings and you to his

because you’re his # 1 priority

always have and always will be.

#okay but imagine living in a nice house bc iwaizumi hajime athletic trainer is rich #IWAIZUMIS S/O PLS TAKE CARE OF URSELF UR EMOTIONS MATTER TOO #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #kuroo x y/n #iwaizumi x y/n #haikyuu imagines #🍙—reader inserts #🥪—requests

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zaynesaurora · 10 days

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so rafayel is as of now my little stool for books since his myth pair isnt coming home, and for celebrating the downfall of my sanity here's a fresh can of worms 🫙 the boys as girl dads:

Zayne's daughter would be Jasmine (its the only right answer I will fight a bear if denied), I feel like she'd be a lil ball of sunshine just jumping off the walls but would try to act serious when her papa is around, Zayne def knows abt her act. He also knows that one candy is all it takes for his lil girl to get her to do anything she doesnt wanna do: veggies are ugly? Oh too bad ig I'll save this candy for next time, dont wanna brush your hair? So you dont want the strawberry lollypop I saved up :(. When bring your kid to work days comes about everyone is just getting whiplashed cause Zayne keeps on switching from work mode to dad mode (also he def makes her go play with the bunnies they keep at the hospital)

Xavier oww Xavier :( mans tired but he stays alive for his little sunshine, half asleep in the middle of a tea party with a tiara on his head. I think he'd want to name her after a celestial body but since Im not too familiar with that stuff I'll leave that up for grabs, or maybe even after sum flowers (imagine xav asking Jeremaiah abt their meaning eueue). I feel like he'd just do whatever she asks of him, mans just folding at any requests and gives us a hard time doing sum discipline; somehow we end up with our little baby and xavier giving us doe eyes cause "why did u say no to her😦". And since Xavier lowkey gives off scary dog priviledge I can just picture him holding hands walking down the street with his lil girl and just throws daggers eyeing at lil boys trying to play with her(someone hold this man back its called play date for a reason)

Rafayel would want to name his daughter obv something sea related, like maybe some old Lemurian names or even after water nymphs so again names are really just up for grabs, maybe mix n match and come up with something brand new yeah? Between him and our daughter idk whos supposed to be the adult tbh 😭 i feel like when his lil girl throws a tantrum he just starts crying along with her, and she'd stop crying cause like ??? . Prepare to come home and just see paint everywhere and a very proud daughter holding a cute little canvas covered in colors all proud, meanwhile Rafayel hiding behind the couch cause he knows a storm is brewing. Also when the kid has a hard time falling asleep u can just hear him humming songs to her until she goes to sleep eueuueue😭

Thats all enjoy my worms, made with love 🧜🏻‍♀️

— you guys are so intune with making me feel things i love girl dad!aus so much you dont understand !!

under a break bc i waffled big time

jasmineeeeee stop im gonna burst she would have a little lab coat and a fake stethoscope:(( and she’d check zaynes vitals im weeping he was designed to girl dad hes so protective of her :(

jabshsja xav the tired dad!! so true,, he was also SO GOOD at settling her when she was a baby bc man can he nap so she was so used to contact naps with him it was near impossible for you to be able to put her down to sleep :/

raf omg hes SO competitive with her its ridiculous but also he’s kinda jealous at the beginning because she gets all your attention and hes just ‘well this is gonna be hell,, what if i waste away’ AND THE FIRST TIME HE CHANGES A DIAPER oh hes definitely dry heaving

MAY I ALSO ADD THE MOST GIRL DAD OF THE ENTIRE L&DS CAST !!! CALEB !!

who’s baby girl is his entire life and his best friend, she’s like a little tiny version of him they have inside jokes from you and everything😭 and she absolutely gets her heart broken every time he has to go on long work trips but he would make up to her when he returns with little trinkets from where ever hes been and she has an entire shelf dedicated to daddies gifts waaah im melting (he also lets her play hairdresser on him and will come to you about something mundane with two tiny pigtails) anyway let me cry

#asks—#🧜‍♀️ — nonnie #love and deepspace

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gardenerian · 6 months

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This is my first time saying anything ever in this community in any way (im terrified to do this lmao) but I just wanted to say Im pretty new but every time I read something u post it makes me happy :) 💕💕 you are so awesome Imo and ur fics are the closest ive ever come to transcending this realm (in a good way)

((Idk if im doing this right im rly scared haha 🤍🤍 ive been staring at my message trying to make myself stop being a coward and send it)

How often do u think Mickey tries to be mad abt something dumb Ian said but fails due to Ian being unknowingly adorable about it?

oh wow 😭 hi love, this message is so nice and wonderful that i am absolutely about to weep my way through this answer. welcome to the community 🥰 it's the brightest, warmest place. i hope you find the most joy here, i know i have! and thank you for your sweet words!! i am so tickled that you've reached out to me - fully blushing and kicking my silly little heels. making yall smile is always one of my favorite things, and i'm so glad i have been able to do that for you.

(you clicked send! you did it! hell yeah 💓)

to answer your question..... i think this happens all the time. all the time! i think they both have this face journey several times per day:

🤨😐😑😠😤😕🙄🤭😏😒😏😒😏🙂🙄😠🙄🙂😊🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😘😛😛😛

#they're so in love it's annoying #hope you have a lovely lil friday thank you for making my day 💓#mel answers

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peachesofteal · 3 hours

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RAAAAAAAAH CHAPTER 13 BRO!!!!!

as always, i read it like a rabid animal, and then reread the prev 4 chapters and then reread this again HAHA

your work ages like fine wine, and i read and treasure every word of it, especially on rereads when i can make myself slow down to really take it all in <3

"He takes it all away. Every time." made me WEEP!!!!! its what she DESERVES!!!! the dependability and the escape into him and simon (simon takes charge obvs, but johnny is just as much an outlet. sweet sweet boy)

i think he also realizes that she's seeing it as escapism and starts to fall away a bit, bc of how he stops her and asks to check in. it makes me curious abt his and simon's early relationship, if he's recognizing the same pattern of behavior and comparing them.

going on with that, when she was showing them her scars, AUUUUUUGH. that hit so hard man. the “No but… they’re hideous.”

“No.” Simon croaks, voice thick. “There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t perfect.”

SIMOOOOOOOON he sees so much of himself in her. its gotta be heartbreaking, knowing she's where he used to be. he gets it fr. i cant imagine two people more suited for her, someone who's been where she is and got out, and the person who's helped get that someone out of that pit. fuck dude. you're so good at this HAHAHA

im not gonna say nothin abt the good girl stuff…. but heehee!

also also "I'm not a little human nurse" made me laugh so hard LMAO pure arizona from grey's. ive been watching it lately (started right before you started posting simple math actually) reading the hospital bits of SM, you do a really good job of capturing the same energy and stakes and work dynamics that you get watching grey's. im honestly still waiting for the other shoe to drop on the stupid attending marshall, there's always something that a shitty attending can mess up down the road lmao

the ending on this chap killed me though. they knew she was flighty, and that she's smart and capable, but its gotta be so hard to get the relief of her coming back after the day out without answering the phone, only to find the papers the next morning. in bunny's defense though, she mentioned in chapters before moving in (i think before graves hurt her?) with them that she had to start looking at outs, and these papers aren't a 2-day turnaround; she probably bought them weeks ago and only now picked them up. i could be wrong though! i think its unfortunate timing, but she also probably just wants the relief knowing that she's got the backup plan accessible. as much as she loves the boys and penny, she's still not used to having the dependability. the safety scares her, or at least gives her the idea of a false sense of security, since she's been on edge for so so long.

i give her big smooch. poor bun. poor boys, and poor penny. manifesting the worst for graves, truly, rot in hell you idiot american

i hope you're feeling better, its lovely to read your works but even better when you're doing well yourself ❤️❤️❤️

I loved reading this! I adore you.

I love how you noticed that Johnny does stop to check in. He has a very firm grip on her mental and emotional state, (it’s not his first rodeo) and he knows just how to bring her back.

The two of them + Bunny is really a dream come true even if she doesn’t realize it yet (they do) and it will take a lot of time and work on everyone’s part.

I think your notes in your last paragraph are pretty spot on, too. Bunny will talk about it more in the next two chapters but- getting a new identity is not a two day turnaround.

Also yeah, I was channeling Arizona with that line 💀 I was hoping someone would catch it!

10/10 I love your breakdowns, no notes, perfection, they always make me smile.

#peaches asks #frogladder

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biggestthighestgeminiest · 9 months

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Here are my combined thoughts about Barbie (2023) as I saw it on the 18th and have had more time to think abt it.

Some good, some bad - overall I very much enjoyed it, laughed my ass off, cried quite a bit, was enthralled by the set and costume design, but left feeling like some things were off and perhaps not accomplished in the best way. This will all be delivered in bullet points in a very chaotic and random way and is NOT ordered in importance omg. Anyways i love media analysis and I will probably not explain this in the best way but HERE WE GO

the casting was fantastic, everyone read the assignment and lived their campiest life, margot robbie was phenomenal and ryan gosling absolutely killed me with laughter, glorious glorious

set design, costume, props,, perfection when it comes to bringing the mattel products to life. bangin'

i had that stupid fucking dog that eats and shits. i lost my mind when he came on hsdgkhakh

the message of barbie being representative of all little girls is still very lost on me. the idea brought up when barbie speaks to the teens, where they tell her that she gave them unrealistic body standards- well this never really gets resolved at all. Yes there was a diverse range of Barbies but they were all still beautiful in a conventional way that adheres to western beauty ideals. every barbie has perfect hair and skin and clothes even by the end of the movie. and yes i guess barbie is supposed to be this "above everything else" sort of divine feminine beauty but is still not representative of most young girls. as hilarious as the line narrator's line about margot robbie is, it sort of knows itself, that it is showing us the most perfect looking women, but doesn't address it at all beyond a simple joke. honestly what will mattel do beyond this? i imagine people will be more than happy with this movie so they won't have to make any big changes. i mean their "curvy" fashionista isn't close to being fat, and i don't believe they will ever make a barbie that isn't conventionally beautiful... so this movie just sort of gets to say it's about accepting yourself without actual real-life substance if that makes sense? it reminds me of that cartoon of all those diverse yet conventionally attractive models, with diverse people who don't fit those standards standing outside that box looking angrily. what's the point of the film at the end of the day when not addressing all those people left out of the conversation? also made me annoyed that cellulite was still the big thing that barbie was concerned about, like really?? it's a bad example as people are coming to embrace cellulite and it's also relatively easy to hide, i don't think they would have margot robbie have like, idk, dark under eye circles or a double chin,, idk someone say this better than me but the cellulite thing annoyed me (as someone who has loads of it!!)

the plot was BONKERS and i for one don't really care about plot holes or cartoon logic. there were some things that made me overthink about barbie lore and then i thought to myself that it doesn't really matter. the campiness of it is more important. im sure it will deter some people but again i dont mind it being silly in that way as long as it delivers on its messages and themes, which it does to a certain extent

absolutely lost it at the you are kenough shirt, ljadhkglkhd

as i said in a previous post i predicted that it was going to be the mom who was paired with barbie. i loved the idea sm and it was very heartwarming

i CRIED when barbie first sat down and watched the humans around her living their life, she was so overwhelmed by so many emotions and it was such a simple moment of show-dont-tell and man did i weep :))

i LOVED the ken bits and i did feel as though there was a bit too much ken. especially at the end. but at the same time i loved the dance sequence. its hard loving it so much yet wanting it not to have been to prevalent. i felt like it took away from the barbies a bit which goes against the whole point of the movie????

um the barbie's plans of distracting the kens was... i guess reminiscent of all these spy or superhero movies where women use their beguiling nature against men to get the upper hand? like i am woman so i will flirt with man to distract while my team escapes and hooho it works :)) it was slightly different and not overly sexy or about flirting but it still had the same undertone. like really? the best way to get the other barbies out was to continue to conform to patriarchal standards and pump the ken's egos? surely there's a better way? yes the kens are idiots and turning them against each other works but it still felt a bit icky. i guess i just find this trope annoying being like... ok i am being taken advantage of men so i will USE the thing they oppress me for against them,, idk surely surely there's another way.

also America's character's plan of kidnapping the barbies and ... using very true and very valuable feminist lines to snap them out of it felt... weird? like what she was saying was 100% true but taking them out of context and almost using them as one liners made them feel less serious???? like making women "wake up" by just telling them about how the patriarchy takes advantage of them is just... idk. like in real life women who are indoctrinated and truly believe misogynistic things won't just wake up by being told such a line. and i know the barbies are brainwashed to forget their powerful feminist backgrounds so it's not entirely comparable to the women i just mentioned but... idk it felt disingenuous. i did laugh my ass off at the guitar scene but it still had that ickiness attached like..

i would watch this movie again, no doubt about it and i will definitely pick up on new things and easter eggs etc

mattel's board did make me laugh, perfectly casted and performed but again- mattel has its name on this. they know what they are doing. they know we will love this movie and not demand any change. it will still be full of men controlling the output of production. it will still put out products that don't reflect all young people's desires. it will still make products that uphold current societal norms. so having these buffoons in the board meeting just gets soured a bit when knowing these people will still be in power in real life....

the ruth bit made me cry and no i do not care that her ghost is just around. i loved it

the marketing team knows exactly what they are doing. the huge push of promotion made me gobble up all their interviews and im sure people will be buying all the barbie products. i am yet another victim of capitalism and i will thank them for it when i inevitably buy their you are kenough sweater

again i loved this movie despite all the bad things abt it. i love being critical of the wider impact of this movie while still enoying it as a piece of media and entertainment. i needed this movie and fuck it i want to go to barbieland so bad. i know i shouldnt. i love ken and think about ken more than i do barbie which is fucked up but the movie also played into it in a way,, as described before. i mean even ryan gosling being so iconic in all the interviews is adding into this lol. how many people are posting videos of him vs videos of the actresses i wonder.

also cockring ken. BUT HE WASNT WEARING THE COCKRING SO WHATS THE POINT EVEN???

the narrator was an interesting choice, personally wasn't a huge fan of it but it did somewhat fit with the rest of the cinematic language of the story so i can't say much about it

mattel knows exactly what its doing with putting its name on this movie. i think greta did a great job despite the constraints that mattel probably put on her,, it's hard to tell if the flaws of the movie come from the corporation's infuence or from the writer and director's creative decisions, most likely it's a combo of both. again i believe that the actors and designers and production team did a fantastic job with what they had, they committed to the bit. i would have loved for the movie to have been better, but it is still a great film in my book. as said before i would watch it again and would still enjoy it despite the flaws. the himbo part of my brain can shake hands with the media literacy one and emerge with an overall positive experience, yet PLEASE do not think this is the ultimate feminist movie, it is a step in the right direction, it could have been better, and i understand if you don't like it at all. but also i dont think it would be right to blindingly love it and call it perfect bc it's not.

#barbie spoilers #barbie #that being said i still wore pink and fairy wing shoes to the movie #and sang i'm just ken to myself #pls feel free to share your own opinions #and again i believe someone else will probably express this in a better way than me #intersectionality is definitely important here too #i do not have the best formulated arguments for it tho #so i hope people contribute to the wider discussion!!#watch the movie! and form your opinions! and discuss! wee #barbie 2023 #the barbie movie #i will probably regret posting this

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HELLO!??!!?!? I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR THE FUN FACT ABT THE RADIATION MAN.

HI HELLO. HIIIII :3 I’M GONNA TALK ABOUT THE 1999 TOKAIMURA NUCLEAR ACCIDENT <3

ok so it’s been a hot minute since i’ve delved into this so don’t take everything as fact I HAVE FORGOTTEN A LOT OF THINGS. but basically a nuclear plant in Tokai-mura, Japan went critical because of unsafe work practices, there were so soooo many safety issues. like this company didn’t give a FUCK about its workers. BASICALLY the 3 technicians working at the time had to pour nuclear material BY HAND in stainless-steel buckets into a precipitation tank. which triggered a critical mass level incident. THEY MIXED CHEMICALS IN STAINLESS STEEL BUCKETS FOR EFFIFIENCY’S SAKE.

The technicians working on it were Hisashi Ouchi, Masato Shinohara, and Yutaka Yokokawa. Yokokawa i think was standing further away from the tank while Shinohara stood on a platform to help Ouchi pour it in. so like. Hisashi was DIRECTLY over the tank while pouring chemicals into it and he got the biggest blast of radiation. Yokokawa survived as far as i’m aware but the other two died unfortunately. Hisashi’s condition was. fucking brutal. not saying that Shinohara had it easy at all in his last few months but like. dude Hisashi went through some SHIT

i’m gonna put this under a cut because this gets GROSS

Hisashi seemed like. totally fine for the first few days. his family had hope that he would be fine and the doctors were optimistic too!! he had the best doctors in Japan helping him but shit went downhill QUICK. His white blood cell count dropped to almost nothing which left him with no functioning immune system. They transplanted white blood cells from his sister which kind of helped briefly?? but it just kept getting worse bc the leukocytes produced by the transplanted tissue got mutated by the residual radiation, which made his immune system basically start attacking itself and his body in general and his white blood cell counts began to decrease AGAIN. but transplanting new cells helped a little just to keep him alive so they kept doing it but they did have to put him in a secluded sector so he wouldn’t get sick and die from a common cold

in any case his body was trying to attack the radiation but the radiation was EVERYWHERE so it began to eat at tissues, including his intestines, digestive system, and his skin. he had huge weeping sores all over and his skin began to peel off when nurses went in to clean him. Also everything he ate just went right through him so they eventually had to put a feeding tube in him just to keep things constantly going through, which means he could no longer speak to his family when they visited

His heart stopped i think about a month into his treatment?? they only managed to revive him because a doctor was passing by his room and saw the flatline, but by that point they didn’t know how long his heart had been stopped so they didn’t know how much brain damage there had been. he stopped responding to stimuli after that. so best case scenario, he couldn’t feel much pain for the rest of his time in the hospital.

his left arm (which received the most radiation) was absolutely awful to look at or even be near because of the smell, his body was rapidly decaying around him and it was TERRIBLE. surprisingly though, his right arm and most of the right side of his body was pretty okay!! not GREAT obvi but minimal damage in comparison, but the residual radiation was spreading and it probably would have gotten there eventually. His heart was constantly going at above 110bpm, and he couldn’t even breathe without it hurting like a bitch because of the fluid building up in his lungs so they had to hook him up to a machine that would force him to breathe

he was in there for 83 DAYS!! it’s insane that the doctors were able to keep him alive for that long n they all wanted him to miraculously pull through and there were moments where they had hope

ALSO every article out there likes to villainize his family by saying “they kept Hisashi alive against his will and wouldn’t let him die :(“ but like. imagine how his wife and kids must have felt. they didn’t push the doctors to do anything!! in fact, when the doctors showed them all the damage that had been done and finally said there was no way they could save him, they understood!! they decided not to revive him the next time his heart stopped. they kept making little paper cranes and leaving them in his room and in the hospital and they basically lived inside that waiting room for those 83 days. he died on Dec 21, 1999 and i think there are still paper cranes from them in that hospital waiting room to this day

Shinohara went through some similar things like skin grafts and organ failure, but he managed to pull through for SEVEN MONTHS!!! His radiation wasn’t as bad as Hisashi’s but man he still went through it. Yokokawa was released with mild radiation poisoning and faced negligience charges afterward

#whiskey yelling into the void #friend tag :3 #whiskeys word soup #AND THAT IS THE WORLD’S MOST RADIATED MAN!!!!#i love radiation i love talking about nuclear disasters and accidents :3 #i could research for hours about shit like this #i could talk about the elephant’s foot who wants to hear about the elephant’s foot #OH there was another nuclear accident i’m thinking of that was especially gruesome but i can’t think of where it was or when #but it was BAD lemme tell u #anyway. there u go <3

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