#And still in love with this stupid fucking show

[lastflowerofyourhouse]

honestly in mercymorn's shoes i would become insufferable also. you ended the world poisoned the universe lied to me let me eat my best friend and watched and said nothing. and there's nothing i can safely do about it. not yet, not for a long time. if i ever want you gone i am going to have to sit this out and let you think i still love you.

so you know what? i will be screaming everything i say to you from now on. every comment i make will be a criticism or a complaint and it will be delivered with as many exclamation points as i can manage. i will tear your every choice apart. i will openly fatasize about torturing you. i will never ever ever shut up. you will never be without my opinion on anything and it will never be positive. and just when it starts to seem like i've gone too far, just when you start to suspect i may actually hate you, i will pull it back. i will tell you that it's all for your own good. my love for you and your rule is so great that i cannot bear to see even the slightest flaw threatening either. and you will smile and forgive me and i will tell you that your speech was ineloquent your military is disorganized and you need to iron your fucking shirt before you ever show your stupid face in public again. i may never be free of you but motherfucker that means YOU will never be free of ME.

[thewoollyviking]

Yes, Rose fucked up. She fucked up interpersonally with the gems and with Greg. And those choices were hers. She should be judged by those actions.

But why exactly do you think she kept those secrets? You think it’s because she’s some manipulative monsters or selfish coward?

No, it’s because she grew up under a living hell under the Diamonds.

Lemme give you some context here, friend;

According to the art books, all four Diamonds are rough around 20,000 years old. To give you an idea how old that is compared to irl history…

There are figures early humans carved from mammoth ivory and spear tip of flint that were made when the bottom of the North Sea back when it was a mammoth steppe in Doggerland.

Subtract the time Rose spent on Earth after the war (give or take a few centuries) and assuming the craptastic treatment she endured under the Diamonds has pretty much been the norm for all that time, and she had been abused for roughly 10-12,000 years. Rose’s pain predates written language and agriculture.

I. Do not. Give. A single. Chicken. Fried. Fuck. How sad the Diamonds think they were after losing Rose.

Oooooh booo fucking hooo Blue sulked in the middle of a human zoo Rose never even wanted in the first place.

Yellow knew she wanted to spare Earth and wanted to blow it up.

And White’s first action seeing “Pink” return was to send a mind controlled version of her original Pearl to greet her as a power move. To remind her what happens when she doesn’t control her power.

They didn’t mourn Rose. They mourned the person they wanted her to be.

And that’s made all the more clear once they realize Steven isn’t Rose. No moment to think about how Rose being gone was actually their own fault, not the act of some outside gem. Not moment to think about why Rose was so desperate to run away.

“Aww Pink’s gone? Gee that sucks. Welp, time to find a new pink!”

Fuck dude, some people mourn Healthcare CEOs more than the Diamonds actually mourned Rose.

And yet they get that nice fairy tale happy ending where they can be quirky space grandmas who think what they’re doing will ever hope to make up for the suffering they caused.

Meanwhile, Rose’s own loved ones feel like they have to apologize for daring to mention her in a positive light and say they’re making excuses for her.

Steven by the time of Future isn’t facing any gems that are actually a threat (bluebird is a joke character she don’t fucking count). He’s spent 5 seasons demonstrating why it’s better to talk about your feelings and the gems offer to help him at pretty much every turn and yet Steven chooses to forego that in favor of taking everything out on Rose.

The Diamonds have been the instigators who make every worse without fail. They’re the reason Rose came out as such a broken fucking person and yet we’re asked to pass more judgement on her for not being enough of a perfect fucking princess to solve things Steven’s way?

Rose spent her entire goddamn life clawing her way out of that pit of misery but we’re supposed to scoff at her for getting mud on her dress along the way?

What the fuck was the point in showing that Rose spent that lifetime trying to be better to just end it with “maybe her family would be better off if they just stopped thinking about her altogether.”

There’s a fucking reason this stupid fucking fandom took glee in harassing me and friends of mine for not joining them in burning Rose at the stake and it’s because of how Future, either due to time constraints or genuine creative decisions, completely dropped the ball on her.

I still love this show. But I cannot and will not ever watch Future. And if Rose ain’t there to heal, than at least let me take comfort in making the Diamonds hurt.

Sometimes I think about how and why some people had such a *bad* reaction to the end of Steven Universe, specifically in regards to the Diamonds living.

Even though they no longer are causing harm to others and are able to actually undo some of their previous harm by living, some folks reacted as though this ending was somehow morally suspect. Morally bankrupt, even.

And I think it might be because so many of us were raised on a very specific kind of kids media trope:

They all fall to their deaths.

Disney loves chucking their bad guys off cliffs. And it makes sense- in a moral framework where villains *must* be punished (regardless of whether their death will actually prevent further harm or not), but killing of any kind is morally bad for the hero, the narrative must find a way to kill the villain without the protagonists doing a murder.

It's a moral assumption that a person can *deserve* to die, that it is cosmically just for them to die, that them dying is evidence that the story itself is morally good and correct. Scar *deserves* to die, but it would be bad for Simba to kill him. So....cliff. (edit: yes, cliff then hyenas. But cliff first. Lol.)

Steven Universe, whatever else it's faults, took a step back and said "but if killing people is bad, then people dying is bad", and instead of dropping White Diamond off a cliff, asked "what would actual *restorative*, not punitive, justice look like? What would actual reparations mean here? If the goal is to heal, not just to punish, how do we handle those who have done harm?" And then did that.

Which I think is interesting, and that there was pushback against it is interesting.

It also reminds me of the folks who get very weird about Aang not killing Ozai at the end of Avatar. And like, Ozai still gets chucked in prison, so it doesn't even push back on our cultural ideas of punitive justice *that much.* and still, I've seen people get real mad that the child monk who is the last survivor of a genocide that wiped out his entire pacifist culture didn't do a murder.

[likeumeanit9497]

red pill | c.s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: y/n is keeping score of a strange game between her friends when things get a little bit out of control ;)

warnings: SMUT; unprotected p in v; oral (m receiving); fingering; spanking; hair pulling; dirty talk; use of boner pillz; face fucking; 18+

notes: this has been sitting half-finished in my drafts since the triplets posted that one photo dump (iykyk) and i FORGOT ABOUT IT until today. when i first started writing this i couldn't decide if it should be a matt or chris fic but was obviously going through a chris phase when i started it soooo chris girlies this is for u. HOWEVER stay tuned matt girls because i plan on making a blue pill version;) anyways love y'all lots MUAH MUAH MUAH

“This is so fucking stupid.” Matt groaned, sitting in between his brothers on the living room couch, holding a single red pill delicately in between two fingers as though it was a toxin. “Bro you’re the one who came up with the idea and bought them.” Chris retorted, inspecting the identical pill in his own hand. “Yeah, and I have no fucking clue why I agreed to this.” Nick chimed in, his voice filled with misery. “Because you can never turn down a competition.” I replied cheekily from my place on the other couch, giggling at the boys’ petty arguing.

Leaning forward, I pulled my phone out of my back pocket — opening up the timer app and hovering my finger over the start button. “Now hurry up and take them dummies, I’ll keep score.” I peered up at them as they gave each other tentative looks, seemingly hoping that one was going to have a change of heart. When nothing but silence followed, they all seemed to unanimously commit, dropping the red pills on their tongues and chasing them down with soda. As soon as they swallowed, I started the timer and sat back; crossing my arms across my chest with a smirk plastered to my face.

After the guys had posted the video at the gas station where Matt was talking about his idea for the sex pills, I had jokingly messaged him saying that I would gladly keep score if they really did it. Taking my message seriously, Matt had secretly gone out and grabbed three pills before inviting me over tonight. Thinking we were all just going to hangout, I was shocked when I showed up to find the pills neatly lined up on the coffee table and the three brothers pacing around the room arguing. After plenty of deliberation, Matt finally convinced Nick and Chris, and now here they were; awkwardly looking between themselves and me.

“How long do these even take to kick in?” Asked Chris, toying with the can of Pepsi in his hand. Grabbing one of the packages from the coffee table, Matt examined it for a moment. “It says thirty minutes.” He replied, sighing and running a hand through his messy hair. “This is ridiculous.” Remarked Nick, shaking his head as though he was disappointed in everyone in the room. Still giggling, I stretched my legs along the couch. “Oh come on,” I whined, “Relax, get comfy, and let the games begin.”

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“Okay, this isn’t working.” Nick deadpanned, locking his phone and throwing it beside him. “Really?” Asked Chris, turning to face his brother. Dropping his jaw, Nick made a disgusted face. “Is it for you?” Chris smirked bashfully, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m feeling somethin’.” He replied, to which Matt and Nick both groaned. “What about you Matt?” I asked, eyeing his still-relaxed frame leaning against the couch. Jutting out his bottom lip, he shrugged. “No, nothin’.” Chris groaned beside him, and I couldn’t help but notice him adjust himself slightly. “Great, now I feel weird.” He said, grabbing a blanket and swiftly draping it across his lap. I laughed and slowly pulled myself up from the couch.

“Looks like you might end up being the loser.” I teased as I began tidying up the packages strewn around the room. “I will n-” Dropping to my knees, I collected torn up pieces of packaging that had gathered at Chris’s feet. Noticing that Chris’s words had been cut short and now the room had fallen into heavy silence, I glanced up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes — which from up close seemed glassy and dilated — were on me, his mouth open slightly from his disrupted speech, and even his breathing seemed slightly rapid as his chest rose and fell.

Noticing this, Nick threw his hands up in the air exasperatedly. “Chris are you serious? See I knew this was a fucking horrible idea.” His sharp words pulled Chris’s eyes away from me, and he winced at his brother. “I’m sorry,” He replied, his words aimed at both Nick and myself, “I don’t know what the fuck is going on with me.” He added, seeming to grow increasingly uncomfortable. I giggled nervously before pulling myself back up to my feet. “It’s okay.” I reassured him before bringing the packages to the garbage; using the short walk to recover from that oddly intense moment.

As I returned, I suddenly noticed Matt fidgeting in his place on the couch, his brows knit in what seemed to be anguish. With Nick scrolling on his phone and Chris burying his head in his hands, I seemed to be the only one noticing Matt’s sudden discomfort. I chuckled as I slid back into my seat. “You good Matt?” I asked, teasing him. His eyes shot up to mine, and I watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed nervously. “Uh…yeah. All—all good.” He replied, his voice thick and slightly raspy.

Glancing down at my phone, I check the timer. It had been 32 minutes since they took the pills. I smiled gently. “Right on time.” I replied, shooting him a knowing look which just made him grow even more visibly restless. My comment grabbed the attention of Nick and Chris, and they turned to look at their rosy-cheeked brother. “You too?” Nick shouted, jumping up off of the couch. Matt grimaced, shrugging his shoulders again. “It’s not like I can control it.” He replied, letting out an uncomfortable laugh. Sighing, Nick began walking towards the stairs. “Whoa! Where are you going?” Chris asked him. “Nothing is happening to me dumbass! And I will absolutely not be sitting around you two anymore now that you’re both bricked up.” He sassed as he began climbing the stairs. “Good luck Y/n!” He called as he disappeared into his bedroom.

“Looks like we’re in a 1 v 1.” I said, wiggling my eyebrows teasingly. I registered the look of torment on the faces of Matt and Chris, and decided that it would be in my best interest to hold back my laughter. “Let’s see who can make it to an hour.” I added. Chris grunted as he shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “I’ll be lucky if I make it another five minutes.” He replied, his voice also more gruff than usual. “Aww c’mon, you can do it.” I encouraged, moving to place a reassuring hand on his knee but deciding against it. As the room fell back into silence, I could hear Matt’s heavy breathing permeated by the occasional soft whine.

Although I was trying to keep things light-hearted, their overwhelming arousal was growing more and more palpable. My wandering eyes flittered from Matt’s bottom lip pulled in between his teeth to Chris’s temple coated in a sheen of sweat. As I focused on their features, it was as though their chemically-induced lust was contagious. I began to feel my own heart pounding in my chest, and I noticed a dampness in my panties that hadn’t been there before. In that silent room, all of our desires suddenly fell in sync with one another, and it was growing harder and harder to ignore.

“I need to go deal with this.” Chris suddenly blurted out, his voice laced with urgency as his focused eyes stared straight ahead. “You’re throwin’ in the towel?” Asked Matt, his lips curling into a smile infused with what seemed to be an odd combination of arrogance and relief. Chris winced as he tried to lean forward, nodding his head intensely. I watched in painful silence as he folded his hands together and pressed them against his plump lips, deep in thought. Very slowly, his eyes were pulled in my direction.

I froze under his gaze, the look he was giving me was worth a thousand words. My brows furrowed momentarily, instinctually denying what his eyes were asking me, before I felt my body begin to react. Heart pounding in my ears, I leaned back against the couch and crossed my legs; dying for some relief. “Hey—what’s going on?” Matt’s voice infiltrated mine and Chris’s stare-down. Picking up on the shift of air in the room, his eyebrows shot up. “Chris, no! That’s not how this works.” He exclaimed, turning to face his brother. Still looking at me, a smirk pulled at the corner of Chris’s lips. “We never laid down any ground rules kid.” He replied, and I felt my throat go dry.

“Well…” Matt’s exasperated voice trailed off for a moment, “Well, who said you get to fuck her?” The words sat heavy in the air around us, the reality of the situation being verbalized for the first time. I couldn’t manage to get a single word out if I tried, nor did I have the power to pull my eyes from Chris’s heady gaze. Chris chuckled, pulling himself off of the couch before slowly beginning to walk towards me. “No one,” He began, his voice suddenly menacing, “That’s up to her.” He finished just as he stopped in front of me, his frame towering above me with his tantalizing bulge directly in my line of sight.

Very slowly, he leaned down so that we were once again face-to-face. I felt my cheeks burn red from the situation I had suddenly found myself in, and the desire was radiating off of me in pulses. “What do you say?” He asked, his dilated eyes flooded with amusement. I swallowed, trying my best to re-instate my own vocal chords. Just as I was about to squeak out a response, a mindless gasp fell from my lips as Chris ducked his head down; his face buried in my neck.

My eyes fluttered shut momentarily, but once they opened they immediately landed on Matt’s tense figure sitting on the couch. His eyes were wide open, showing me just how badly he was suffering in that moment. The sheer need radiating from his gaze on me was infiltrating my mind, but the feeling of Chris’s warm breath dancing against my neck made it difficult for anything else to matter.

A whisper-soft moan slipped from my lips as Chris’s tongue delicately swiped against my clammy skin, and on instinct my hands flew to the back of his hair. Noticing my pitiful reaction, Chris chuckled against my skin. “I think I have my answer.” He whispered before pulling away from my neck and instead resuming our mind-numbingly erotic staring contest.“Matt get out.” Chris ordered, not even bothering to pull his hungry eyes away from me. As soon as Matt groaned, huffing out a disappointed “Fuck” as he headed for his room, Chris’s ravenous mouth was on mine.

I sucked in a sharp breath from the sheer dominance of his mouth. Lips tumbling in urgency, I felt his tongue toy with my lips; begging for entrance. Obliging, I moaned softly as his warm tongue flicked into my mouth, running against my own in slow, intoxicating movements. “Chris.” I panted, my voice thick with lust as his rapacious mouth began travelling down my neck. His hands snaked up my body, taking their time along my bare legs and stomach before tugging against the hem of my bunched up tank.

“Off.” He growled authoritatively. Without hesitating, I threw the thin white material over my head and let it drop to the floor. As soon as my pebbled tits were exposed, Chris’s greedy hands cupped onto them; exploring their shape as his thumbs ran along my sensitive nipples. Goosebumps raised on my skin at the feeling of his covetous, almost controlling touch. His hands and mouth moved as though he had no control over them — as though they owned the body that they were exploring.

His mouth dropped down to my chest. Taking one of my nipples in his mouth, a deep moan vibrated against my blazing skin. I laced my fingers through his hair, tugging gently against his roots as pleasure surged through my body. “Fuck, I’m so hard Y/n.” He said roughly as he nibbled at my skin. Mouth watering from the need he was exhibiting so transparently, my legs widened subconsciously as I writhed for more contact. “Let me h-help then.” I replied, my voice airy from how breathless he was making me.

Chris immediately straightened up, standing in front of me. Holding the bottom of his t-shirt up between his teeth, he began fumbling wildly with his belt. As soon as the metal unbuckled, my hands flew to his jeans, my own desperation causing me to yank down his zipper and slip his baggy pants and boxers down just enough to allow his swollen cock to spring free. As soon as the cold air brushed against his leaking tip, Chris released a gasp of relief. “Fuck, need your mouth.” He muttered, his droopy eyes peering down at me as I took in the immeasurable size of his length.

As I sat frozen in shock, the silky skin of his tip brushed against my pouting lips, snapping me out of my hypnosis. I opened my mouth, granting him the ability to place his cock on my tongue. I looked up at him through my lashes, taking in his panicky and disheveled appearance as his desperate cock pulsed against my drooling tongue. Slowly, I wrapped my lips around his girth, sucking in my cheeks lightly; earning a sharp groan and an indignant thrust of his hips. My eyes stayed glued to his as I began swirling my tongue along his swollen ridge, his salty pre-cum dissolving against my satisfied taste buds.

His jaw went slack as he watched me, deep in a trance. His hands found the back of my head, where he laced his strong fingers through my wavy hair; seeming to put up a fight against an all-consuming urge to sink all eight inches down my welcoming throat. Just as his eyes darkened, seconds from losing all self-control, I gave him some of the relief he was dying for by slowly bobbing my head up and down his veiny shaft. A long hiss escaped his mouth, his eyes burned into the sight before him — into me — as I took more and more of him in my mouth on each movement.

“Fuck.” He groaned, his words clipped, as his hands tightened in my hair. Slowly, I noticed him use his grip on my head to help guide my movements; sliding my mouth along his cock in a steady rhythm. As I looked up at him, I noticed the tension rolling throughout his entire body — his abdomen flexed, arms veiny, face reddening — caused by the self-restrain he was so obviously practicing combined with the crushing arousal that he was experiencing. To help him, I relaxed my throat and gave up moving my head on my own. He noticed my sudden lack of movement, but after scanning my face in concern for a moment, quickly accepted my wordless offering by slowly rolling his hips.

He moved gently at first, his eyes trained on mine as though he was gauging where my limitations stood. With each thrust, he slid his cock just a little further down my throat, until finally my nose was pressed taut against the sprinkle of hair along his pelvis. He held me there for a moment, looking down in awe at the sight of every inch of him buried in my warm, wet mouth. As I began tightening my throat around his shaft, growing restless, his breath seemed to grow more and more ragged — until all at once his self-control seemed to vanish.

I gasped around his cock as he suddenly grabbed my head with both hands, keeping me completely still as he began pounding his cock down my throat. Tears began forming in my eyes from the sheer force of his movements. “G-good girl.” He breathed, his eyes focused on my pink lips as they stretched to accommodate his laboured thrusts. I tried to moan — the lust emitting from Chris as he face fucked me caused my panties to flood — but my vocal chords were stifled by his ravaging cock. Instead, I turned into a zombie: my glossy eyes rolled to the back of my head as strings of saliva poured from the corners of my stretched out mouth.

Chris’s breathing grew so ragged that it was intimidating. Each rough thrust drew a guttural moan from his lips, making my head spin with desire. Suddenly, my eyes flew open in shock as Chris used his strong grip on my hair to pull me back; my head now pressed firmly against the back of the couch as he drove his cock down my throat. Unable to breathe, I entered a foreign state of ecstasy as Chris planted one of his legs onto the couch to get even deeper access; pushing me to my limits.

Just as I was about to grab onto his leg and, with pleading eyes, let him know I needed a break, the most erotic moan I had ever heard fell from his swollen lips. “G-gonna cum baby.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as he seemed to focus on the overwhelming build up inside of him. Flooded with arousal, I suddenly regained the ability to take his strained, erratic thrusts. “You look so fuckin’ good with my cock in your mouth.” He groaned, his words punctuated by his sharp thrusts. I released an unsteady whimper in response, staring up at his haggard face.

“Shiiit.” Chris’ voice was drawn out as he made one final thrust, letting his cock hit the back of my throat one last time before I felt his warm seed erupt; filling my drooling mouth with thick ropes of the salty fluid as his cock twitched against my tongue. I kept my eyes on his as I eagerly swallowed his cum, and watched as his glazed-over expression of bliss switched to one much more alert and hungry.

Very slowly, he pulled his still-hard cock out of my mouth with a pop. I stayed perfectly still, staring up at him with an inquisitorial look in my eyes, and flinched when I felt his thumb run along my bottom lip to collect his spilt seed before pushing it back in between my lips. After eagerly lapping up the residue, my lips were once again engulfed by Chris’s. He moaned at the taste of himself on my tongue, and his hands wasted no time before tugging down my shorts.

He detached his lips from mine, leaving me a panting mess, as his gaze was pulled to my trembling heat. Just barely concealed by my soaking wet thong, I felt my slippery walls flex around nothing from his attention alone. Chris hooked his fingers into the waistband of my thong, pulling it down my legs torturously slow as I watched his chest rise and fall. Once I was fully exposed, the cold air against my swollen clit caused me to widen my legs; begging for his warm touch.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” Chris breathed, his voice an almost-whisper, as he ran his hands along my upper thighs. Once they reached my outer-most folds, he used his thumbs to spread me apart; admiring the way my juices dripped down to his knuckles. I trembled, feeling erotically pinned down by both his powerful hands and strong gaze, dying for him to touch me. I noticed the way he was holding me so tightly, the way his lower lip was pulled between his teeth, before his eyes shot back up to mine. “Turn around.” He ordered gruffly.

Knowing that I didn’t have the willpower to refuse even if I had wanted to, I turned around. Spreading my legs wider and bending my knees, I leaned my exposed chest against the back of the couch for support as I became more and more aware of the heat radiating off of his famished body behind me. I felt the weight on the couch shift just before I felt his hand snake up my spine to once again lace through my messy hair; the warm, wet feeling of his tongue sending aftershocks along my over-reactive skin.

His chest, now completely bare, pressed against my back as his face nuzzled against my shoulder; nibbling gently with his front teeth. Arching my back, I gasped as his free hand came around to my front; finding my clit blindly before rubbing quick circles against it. A stunned moan of relief slipped from my lips, muffled by the soft fabric of the couch, as I felt my body begin to melt under his nimble fingers. “Fuck Chris, r-right there.” I breathed, engulfed in the pleasure of his steady movements.

“You’re so fuckin’ soaked baby,” He purred against my red-hot ear, “You sure you didn’t take a pill too?” His deep voice, laced with amusement, reverberated through my scattered brain. Attempting to laugh in response, I was cut short by the unmistakable feeling of his warm tip, still glossy from my mouth, pressing against my drooling slit. “Mmm.” I groaned, writhing slowly in an attempt to pull him into me.

Noticing this, Chris chuckled menacingly against my skin. “You want my cock pretty girl?” His words shot straight to my core, and aimlessly I tried to grab his poised length in my greedy hand. Tauntingly, he pulled his hips back so his cock was out of reach. “Wanna hear you say it.” He asserted, his fingers slowing against my bundle of nerves. Whining, I turned my head so that I could see his face to my right. Lids droopy, I spoke with urgency. “Please, Chris,” I felt a string of arousal slip down my thigh, “Please g-give me your c-cock.”

With a satisfied smirk across his face, Chris kept his eyes on mine as his hand abandoned my clit. Brows furrowed from the lack of contact, I was just about to let out a dissatisfied groan when I felt the heat of his cock press against my trembling core. I watched his eyes flutter from the feeling of my folds just beginning to wrap around him, and in one swift motion, he split me in half.

Gasping, I had no time to adjust to Chris’s sinful girth before he started pounding into me. My walls stretched more than they ever had before, but welcomed his cock graciously by spilling pools of arousal along its length. “Jesus Christ.” Chris moaned in my ear, overwhelming lust clear in his voice, though it didn’t seem to reign over his powerful movements. The sloppy, wet sounds of our bodies slapping together echoed throughout the living room, their provocative recoils muddling my thoughts.

Chris straightened himself up behind me, keeping his one hand knit through my hair but placing his other on my ass cheek; pressing down so that my back was arched as much as it could be. “You’re making a b-big fuckin’ mess on me baby.” He uttered, using his grip on my ass to spread me apart; admiring the sight of his cock disappearing inside of my oozing pussy. “F-feels so good.” I moaned in response, mouth going slack as I relished in the feeling of his cock squeeze through my spongey walls.

His pace began to quicken, my cunt trembling from the new rapid pace. I could barely lift my head from the back of the couch; his cock dominated every part of me. Deep, throaty groans slipped from his mouth every few seconds, his grip on my hair tightened as he struggled to keep up his pace. “Touch yourself.” He suddenly ordered, his voice rushed and gruff. With a moan, I brought my fingers to my clit where I began to draw tight circles in sync with Chris’s rhythm.

As my bundle of nerves danced between my trembling fingers, my pleasure was profoundly intensified. “Oh god!” I cried out, my voice sounding brutish to my own ears. “K-keep going C-Chris!” I felt myself begin to crumble, my climax violently approaching. As if reading my mind, he grunts from behind me. “You gonna cum?” Unable to respond with words, I nodded my head rapidly as I chewed on my bottom lip. A sharp slap against my ass caused me to gasp, my pussy starting to convulse around his rock hard length. “That’s a good girl, cum for me baby.”

His soft words worked paradoxically with his rough thrusts and stinging slap, and I was immediately hit by an orgasm so brutal, so all-consuming, that I felt my soul drift from my body. For a moment, my body stilled, void of any sign of life, as my orgasm constricted all of my senses. I felt nothing; heard nothing; saw nothing; until a wave of pleasure, the colour of blood, came screaming at me — attacking my nerves and bringing me back to life.

My legs shook, nails dug into the couch, back contorted to the point where it looked broken, as the scream of a possessed woman spilled from my mouth. Chris tightened his grip on my hair, pulling my head off of the couch and wrapping his free hand around my mouth to stifle my uncontrollable moans. As I cried out his name into his possessing hand, his movements slowed tremendously; my spasming cunt suffocating his cock. “J-Jesus.” Chris panted from behind me, struggling to keep his composure as he slowly sunk himself into me; doing his best to drive me through my high before he lost all control.

I began to gain composure over my body as my orgasm subsided — I could feel my weak limbs and filter the words that spilled from my lips. Soft moans still escaped, however, as Chris continued to fuck me slowly; hissing between his teeth as he inched closer and closer to his own high. I felt my depleted walls continue to stretch for him, and fell into a slight hypnosis from the steady movements of our conjoined bodies.

“Turn around.” Chris’s urgent voice startled me back to my senses. He suddenly pulled his cock out of me in one quick movement, and as he did, I turned around to face him. Leaning with my back against the couch, I watched as he angled himself closer to me, pumping his red, swollen cock in his hand. After a few rapid jerks, Chris let out a deep guttural moan, shuddering before spilling his warm, milky, cum along my tits. My hungry eyes flittered between his face — eyes screwed shut in bliss, puffy lips pulled apart slightly, jaw tense — and the filthy portrait he was painting across my clammy skin.

Once a pool of his seed had collected in between my full tits, Chris released one more soft grunt before opening his eyes. They focused on his signature for a moment, before drifting up to my face; a satisfied smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he took in my spent appearance. Taking a shaky breath, he leaned down to plant a soft kiss to my lips before using his discarded shirt to wipe up the mess he had made on my chest.

“Well, that turned out to be a pretty fun game.” He whispered, his words laced with humour. My eyes followed his gentle movements across my skin; watching as he took his time and made sure he left my skin seemingly untouched. Chuckling, all of my energy drained, I looked back up at his crimson-tinted face. “Let’s thank Matt.” I replied, laughing at the repulsed expression that took over his features. “You’re sick, kid.” He retorted, shaking his head, but I noticed the shameless smile creeping over his lips.

“I was kiddingggg,” I laughed, reaching for my discarded clothes, “Do you feel better though?” I asked, to which Chris dropped his gaze to his cock — still red and standing up flush against his stomach — looking back to me with a raised eyebrow as though he was saying, ‘What’s it look like?’. Chuckling, I grab my top and begin trying to put it on. “Sorry dude, I did the best I could.” Just as my vision was restricted by the material of my top over my eyes, I squealed as I felt Chris lift me up; bending me over his shoulder as he stood up.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked, my voice broken by laughter as I jokingly pounded on his shoulder. He was walking, now, and I couldn’t control my childish giggles as I tried to get my tank top off of my head. “We’re gonna go take a shower.” He replied just as I felt him begin to descend the stairs leading to his bedroom. “Maybe one more time will do the trick.”

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[sentientthing]

Reader adopts a big fluffy dog that's very opinionated, when and where walks happen is entirely the dogs decision. It's a good dog, perfectly pleasant but thick headed as a bull. Demands pets with authority a dog has no business having.

They love that mutt, got it from a shelter and doesn't have the heart to take charge when being a bit bossy is the only 'misbehavior' the dog ever shows, until it's walkie time in the middle of the night, new moon and cloudy, pitch black. Resigned you get the harness, leash and treat bag and bundle up. In a hurry to get the head of the house their wish you forget any kind of light, left your phone on your bedside table when you heard the grumbles of demands.

It seems to be a night for adventure, leash pulled taught in a direction you've never even walked by daylight and nose glued to the floor. The gates to a park at least let you know where you're going, not that you recognize the name, its far out of your usual range especially in the middle of the night. You cope by clinging to the 'scary dog privilege' even though the mutt never showed an ounce of aggression towards anything.

Looking around to not get caught off guard by a malicious stranger you miss your dog perking up, fixating a direction and taking off, the "STOP" leaves your mouth the second your body is jostled but its no use. You're dragged across the park, thankfully mostly grass but it still hurts. Digging your feet in is no use, hopelessly outmatched by the dog the shelter told you was perfectly sized for you. "Manageable my ass you stupid dog stop running!", you scream no care for time of day when you come to an abrupt halt, sliding a little on the muddy ground until someone grabs the leash and is immediately crowded by the traitor. All wags and tip taps, it'd be adorable if you weren't on your ass god knows where thanks to him.

"Bad dog thief if you can't even train one.", you can't place the tone, or read the strangers face through his balaclava. Thief? You would never steal someones beloved pet. "Fuck you, I'm no thief. He's from a shelter, if I wanted a free dog I'd get a stray." The amount of awkward eye contact that followed made your skin crawl, you shivered in discomfort from your mud caked clothes to the scary stranger starring you down. Was he not going to react at all? Your attitude had always been your biggest flaw. Why couldn't the floor just open up and swallow you whole? You were going to die for mouthing off for sure, or worse. "C'mon boy, home.", he was looking at you but definitely talking to the dog, voice even as he yankes you up by the leash and herds you after the dog happily trotting the way it came. Oh no, your dog was going to YOUR home, backtracking through the park, mindful of the grooves he, or rather you, left. Caring about tripping you now, between treating you like a crash dummy and a lamb to the slaughter.

The streetlights flickered back on one by one, the silent man at your back cast eerie shadows over you every time you passed one. You could barely breath, fear clogged your throat, choking you. Running was out of the question, he would catch you, no doubt in your mind. You didn't dare think about what your- well, his dog really would do. He might even be trained to bite, maul you to bits for the crime of displeasing his master. Tears threatened to spill over your lashes at the thought, you blinked them away as hard as you could, whatever he thought of you now wouldn't be improved by turning into a sobbing mess. No crying about whatever this was, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you dissolve, if he wanted to he would crush you either way.

Your front door looked like a guillotine, the slanted window that once charmed you now made your stomach turn. You fumbled with the keys, hands shaking in helplessness. When they slipped your grasp, a gloved hand reaches out from behind you and catches them, palm up, the keys to your doom cradled in the hand of death. Slowly, you lifted your hand to take the keys back. The thought to stab him with them crossed your mind, but you had no follow-up. You stretched your fingers towards the house key. The next moment, you were crowded against the door and heard the keys jingle. The hinges protest when the door swung open. Unsteady legs carry you inside, mechanically taking off the harness and hanging the gear up in the dog corner.

The door clicks shut, and you refuse to acknowledge it in any way. Frozen in place, no useful thoughts in your head, your mind was screaming to do something anything at all. Time trickled by you in slow motion, for the first time you heard footsteps that weren't yours on your living room floor, the clicky noise of dog paws soon followed. Sounds from the kitchen startle you back into thought. That's where your knives are. He could take the damn fridge for all you cared right now, but you were not getting stabbed by knives you had picked out and paid for without a fight.

The sound of water hitting something metal had you confused, that weirdo did not follow you home to fill his dogs water bowl, that would be insane, and yet a few seconds later the water is being gobbled up loudly.

Something fills with water again, you're still looking at the slow swinging leash on the hook.

The stove beeps, the glasstop clinks quietly, something was placed on it.

Nails on the floor tell you the dog is scampering towards you, probably dripping water all the way. Soft fur brushes your fingers accompanied by the wet nose and tongue licking your hand. "You broken, pet?", leaning against the wall as nonchalant as the question he asked. The nickname had you glancing at the dog for a second before it clicked - this fucking guy dragged you around on a leash and called you pet like it was a normal thing to do.

You turned to give him a piece of your mind, freezing again when you saw him in the light. He'd been scary outside, dressed entirely in dark clothes and towering over you like a bad omen. In the light he looked downright terrifying, the skull print balaclava blending with his eye black, equally dark eyes looking at you with a bored expression, you had to guess. Good thing you hadn't tried anything, he looked perfectly able and willing to really hurt you. Not like how your bruised body ached from being dragged, real agony that would rip through you and fray every nerve you had. You were once again starring at each other, him waiting for a reply and you desperately trying to keep it together, whether you'd laugh or cry or attack him you didn't dare guess but something was boiling over.

The kettle whistles - you burst into a fit of nervous giggles.

[jimmy-buffet-babe]

{....well not to sound like a bitch, but i /did/ die. I've died a few times actually. Ten...oh this one would be....twenty...yeah! Twenty. Times. And this is the first time that anyone besides death is here to bring me back, and they're just here because technically they're the only one who CAN retrieve me due to legal reasons! So sorry if I'm a little shocked to see people actually show up for me instead of the other way around, Sorry if I'm concerned when I see one of my best friends upset who usually stands as far from me as possible and just gave me a big hug, sorry if i want you to be honest with your feelings instead of holding them all in and killing you faster!

And you know something? LUNA? there is a difference between being emotionless and being an asshole. You tread that line very thinly, my love. And yet, I forgive you still. But if you're gonna chew me out and you're gonna ride my ass every. Single. God. Damn. Time. That you have an emotional breakthrough. Well first off, I'm happy for you, glad to see you grow emotionally. Second off, atleast buy me a fucking dinner afterwards- I've done jackasses that do more for me for less!

And I'll tell you something else! You and your brother need to sit down, preferably with someone with therapy experience, and talk about this shit. Damn the fucking cosmic dickwads that make the stupid rules for everything and say you can't, they won't be able to shit if the FUCKING SUN AND MOON EXPLODE! Hell! I'll stop regenerating all together and turn to space dust! Last of my kind and nobody gives a fuck! Why should they?

I keep it a secret from everyone because I'm so fucking scared they'll take advantage of it and kill me just like they did with my family, and my baby! And yet! And yet here I am killing myself trying to make other people happy! To keep them safe! Because all I want is to have someone to be close to and to care for even if they don't give a shit about me. Even if they'd be better off draining the blood from my body and mounting my head on a wall. FUCK! I'm dating a contractor and so far he's the nicest guy I've been with in ages! And i don't care what every body else thinks of him because /i/ love him.......and i love you too. More than you know}

☆they look around at everyone, shaking now☆

" .....Sublime, I think that's enough- "

{Oh is it? Is it Elliot? Mr i don't give a fuck about what others have to say? Anyone ever wonder why you always work so closely with Lucifer???}

" sublime, i don't think- "

{ Think what, feldroy?? I didn't think you still /could/ think since you shipped yourself off to heaven}

" sublime- "

{ You're. Not. An. Angel. You are a beautiful, wonderful, eldritch being that happened to be born into one of the oldest and shittiest families among the olds ones-}

" Sublime that's enough, Feldroy /is/ an angel- "

{ But he's not! You are! You were! Only difference is you tried to make an honest suggestion to the big guy upstairs and got your ass kicked all the way down to Dantes curb!

I'm sick and tired of lying, and everyone else lying, and having to lie for everyone else. You want to be around me? You want to be a part of my life? Quit the fucking lying, be honest about your damn feels, and if you care about me FOR FUCK SAKE! JUST TELL ME!!! IM GOOD AT GIVING HUGS AND ADVICE, IM NOT A GOD DAMN MIND-READER PEOPLE!!!}

☆they broke off into sobs, shaking like a leaf as they fell to their knees, their scars glowing a sickly green.☆

The sound of an approaching train can be heard. Grab your tickets, hold em tight. It's gonna be one hell of a ride!~

Mr time

Mrs Earth

Ms judgement

Mr Hyde

Ms Octayve

Hm....guess they lost theirs

Ah!

And Mr Gecko.

ALL ABOARD!

[dood-itsradical]

Sorry for the delay! Work been ass. Soooo half-assed king huh? Yeesh... Ig some of us were expecting a cool title from that dude I'm not even mad lmao. Surely there's a reason behind it and I still love him. Look how semi pathetic he looked? I want more of that. He's so sexy. SO. Without further ado smut Jaegyeon bc he and y'all deserves it 😏😏

It was just a small tease, you know? You accidentally forgot about what humans called 'boundaries'. It's crazy when you think about it. Jaegyeon Na has always been a dramatic little shit with a big dick energy. Except the big dick part was also literal believe it or not.

He's a handsome dude, no doubt. He's jacked. Pathetic too if your squint hard enough. Everyone is a pathetic once in a while. Even you.

Have you seen yourself? Like, right now?

"Gghk! Fuck!" He groaned harshly next to your ears. His hard cock hitting places you never knew existed before. If you never been so bruised and beaten all your damn life, you do now. You could've done something. Tell him to stop, said the safe word but who are you to be a buzzkill? Only to waste the opportunity to see him turn into such beast?

There's not a simple skin or body parts he hasn't touch. Who the fuck are you to tell him no? You're tripping.

You lost count on how many times you have cum. Oh wait. Right. I mean how many times you have cum in each rounds. He surely is relentless. You were crying, sobbing your ass out. Who the fuck is he to stop when you just feel so fucking good around his dick?

But let's do a little recap while we're at it. Speaking of boundaries, it's your fault anyway. The so-called half-assed king showing you that he may be a half-assed but not in bed.

There is no position he hadn't fuck you yet. Any surface he can get to, it's the night you received it. The bed, the wall, vanity, the floor, the window, bathroom sink etc.

His hips slapping against yours with a sloppy rhythm as he hold a fistful of your hair against the wall. He was quick to change his angle, unsatisfied. He never satisfied. When he thought he hit your sweet spot, he had to find another. You can't fool him, he knows there's more.

You let out a desperate moan. He mimicked you out of spite. "Fuck, you're so fucking annoying." He fastened his pace as a payback, making you whined loudly. "Shut up!!" He scowled louder, pushing your head deeper against his wall.

He let out a groan of his own, breathing harshly through his teeth as he fuck you stupid. The sight is sexy. Using one hand to hold you while the other dangle on his side. He's just giving you a break. That is the very least you can get from him. He doesn't stop his pace at all though.

When he's tired of standing, he just shoved you into his king sized mattress and locked you between his jacked bicep, practically choking you while he fucks you from behind until you back ached again.

You love it though. Your iris basically shaped into hearts. You didn't have your tongue sticking out like a whore though. He's just too relentless because you're holding the pain between your teeth. Too brutal. It's fucking painful you actually forgot the meaning of pain anymore.

You're just too loud tonight so he clasped his calloused hand onto your mouth to shut up you while your lewd mouth turned into desperate, helpless muffles.

"Fuck." He gasped heavily, his tightened his grip. You could barely breath before. Now you look fucking ridiculous. The stamina is just too insane you at the verge of passing out. Combine with your sweats and other dirty fluids, the fucking section just get even smoother and hotter. His cock stretching your easier, with you beginning to limb against him.

"Do not." He warned, immediately letting go of your whole body, towering you and spin you around to face him. "Don't you fucking dare pass out of me." He gritted his teeth, shaking you as he grasped your cheeks between his hand as you faced each other. The pure lust and dominance burning in his eyes, even in such a bitchy state you can see it. He's going feral.

Within a flash, he let your face go and bring your legs under his arms before locking them on both side of your ears.

He thrusts back into you in one go, filling you up with his meat stick once again. Earning another annoying sound coming from your mouth.

He continue to fuck you like there's no tomorrow. He is hellbent to remind you, to remind everyone why he isn't just a fucking half-assed king.

Masterlist

[houseshousewife]

Watching House, you just have to accept that sometimes the writers will make him act gross and slightly out of character.

1; because of the times, and 2; likely because the writers have their own weird fetish about it 🙄🙄

[ghost-askblog]

(small update:)

i am going to reopen my ask box and i'll be going through each and every ask i receive but i will not be replying to any until further notice.

i would also like to thank @ask-philgraves for taking charge during this super overstimulating situation in ways i definitely couldn't. you forever have my love and gratitude <3

i took the offer to join a discord voice call with a few other more notable accounts to discuss the matter and try and come up with a solution with much consideration but as much as i feel i should also have a say in the matter i'm going to have to decline due to personal reasons i won't get into.

(i also suffer from severe online social anxiety which feeds a big factor into my decline )

all hateful or negative asks will be ignored and deleted and all asks and in-character posts will be on halt until further notice. i really hope this can get resolved soon because i miss playing as my favorite ghost boy. and most of all i absolutely loved making this blog and getting to interact with everybody in the community!

@ask-philgraves i kindly ask that if you receive any updates or any sort of compromise for the situation at hand that you send me a dm! i'd love to get this show back on the road and to continue making stupid content for my stupid fans. (lovingly)

(and yes, anon asks will still be disabled. don't even fucking try.)

[alkhemeya]

So, guess who forgot to post whenever I finished an episode and accidentally sped through Season 1? Me. I did. I'm guilty.

And what the fuck is happening??

Statement Begins.

The Magnus Archives, Season 1 — Thoughts.

1. So, madame Jane prentiss was a jumpscare. Now I am terrified of bugs even more. (That fucking ep of hers scares me. WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT SINGS TO YOU—)

2. Tim seems pretty cool. I am sure he isn't human still. Maybe he was raised as a human and doesn't know? Not sure. Found it funny he got high as shit though.

3. Sacha is... fine? She probably got attacked, but she had gotten out okay. I think. Her voice is different, but I'm pretty sure they changed voice actors, so I'm not worried. They've done that in some shows, so it's nothing.

4. Martin, my boy. I love him. Got traumatised by worms, clearly has a thing for Sims (I'm not being delusional, shut up) and is secretly badass. Fight me on this. Got traumatised by Prentiss and I can't fucking blame him bringing her worms to work so Sims would listen.

4.4. Also, what do you MEAN HE FOUJD GERTRUDES BODY??? WHAT. (Elias did this. I know this. He's the evil boss archetype.)

5. Sims, you wet cat of a man. Still my no.1 fave. His fear is so relatable. I can count how many times I've been scared but pretended to be skeptical (I've went ghost hunting a few times and it was so fucking scary.) He's such a dumbass too. Though Martin was a ghost. He's so stupid (affectionate.)

6. The newest spooks, who will be added to the list eventually.

6.1. Okay, dark cult is dark cult. Clearly feeding stuff to whatever abomination they worship.

6.2. There are uncanny Valley fucks roaming around who may be killer clowns. Why are there doll clown things? I hate clowns. Also clearly pod people? I love the anatomy class, they're clearly aliens/pod people.

6.3. There may be multiple entitues, as I call them. Around, uh, 8? One to do with bodysnatching/uncanny Valley, the dark/death, bugs and rot, watching/hunting, destruction, meat?, insanity, and caves/claustrophobia. I think. I may not be right. I have names for them already, like they're eldritch gods. Am I pulling stuff out of my ass? Maybe, but it makes sense TO ME.

7. Also, werewolves and Ghosts very much exist. And skinwalkers. Like, all the spooky shit. I am in heaven.

Might do a thing where I do either half a season each, since it'll be easier, and I won't, you know, forget about this. Like I usually do.

Anyways, I love how it's all coming! I can't wait to get into season 2 by next Monday. Gotta give myself a break!

[cravingpepsimax]

i am a slut for ford frankensteining a dead stan back to life, suicidal stan, actually successful suicide attempts, and guilty pre-weirdmageddon ford, and. it turns out u can combine these

basically ford shows up, is an ungrateful asshole (which fucking crushes stan), and once again exists as a constant reminder about how stan’s the failure and the worse twin. stan ends up offing himself, fun times.

i don’t think that stan would kill himself while the kids were still there, so i’m gonna say that this is a timeline where the zodiac stayed linked. i imagine the whole interaction would be different, actually. stan’s suicidal feelings had reared their head for a bit, now, and instead of asking for an apology, mentioning him not always being the bad twin, stan just… resigns. it’s. offputting, actually. it doesn’t seem like stan’s angry, or determined, or sad, or anything — he seems entirely numb, like he’s not really there.

(that’s because he isn’t. and that’s when depression gets truly awful, doesn’t it? when the irritability and sadness subsides, and you’re just left with… nothing. yelling and screaming and crying are cathartic. there is no release when it comes to the neverending, all-consuming numbness.)

so. things continue as normal: completely unresolved. the kids stay home. the mystery shack shuts down, with little objection on stan’s end (though, he didn’t really seem to have any in canon).

so, when everything’s settled, stan leaves. ford didn’t even ask him to, which is a shock. ford feels upset, concerned, but shoves those feelings down. at least stan decided to take some initiative for once! why would he feel bad? good riddance!

until ford returns to his field research, and the stench of death hits his nose.

ford follows it. he’s well-acquainted with the malodor of rotting corpses. he assumes it’s either a dead animal, or some dead anomaly, so he follows it.

and sees stan’s rotting corpse, his head blasted by the shotgun in his hand.

ford goes through a LOT of emotions:

oh my god stanley’s DEAD he’s DEAD

he KILLED himself oh my god

how could he do this to me

how could i have done this to him

this is all my fault

this is all his fault

my brother’s dead

i always loved him even when he was stupid and i hated him i should’ve shown that more shouldn’t i

why

above all, ford’s main thought is:

“i can fix this.”

it’s a bit more difficult than most forms of mad scientist necromancy, with the whole 🤯 thing, but you don’t get 12 phds without a lotta smarts and a lotta determination.

[everywishway]

💕🌆💜Favorite things at Gauntlet in the Garden tn (below the cut so no spoilers if ya don't wanna) 💜🌆💕

Meeting so many lovely people in cosplay?! Srsly, y'all look fantastic

All the animated intros?! Oh my God they are so good <3

Kugrash and Misty?! Gimmie gimmie!

Brennan and Murph kissing

Me, the person in front of me and the person behind me all rolling a Nat20 (and the roll still ends up being a 3...

GILEAR AND AYDA MY BELOVEDS HANGING OUT WITH THE DREAM TEAM! <3

THAT Nat20. If you were there or watch it, you know the one considering this whole post is in order <3

Misty counterspelling the Sugar Plum Fairy by scatting

Cutting that stupid fucking piece of cake in half after he dared to insult Kingston and NYC <3

Corn cuties cosplayers and they guy with the Wenis tutorial dance board on the TVs (and the others but those were my favorites <3)

Wrestling match between all of the Intrepid Heros in the middle of the dome after intermission

Sofie Bikes getting a Grenade Launcher arm after Plug cuts hers off <3

Trapping the Junk Mother in a set of P90X DVDs without ever having to fight her

"When I speak, horrible events befall me... People keep asking if I am "rawdawging" them", Gilear Faeth, 2025

Trying to get Kalvaxus to buy Crypto and then the whole audience booing, then Kalvaxus burns the crypto guy alive

Kalvaxus literally eats the rich

Rick Perry drops off a giant d20 for Otto's irresistible dance saving throw

Gilear kills Kalvaxus by punching him to death while Kalvaxus is a burnt rat.

Iga cosplayer handing me a pack of tarot cards as we leave MSG after I complement her cosplay (which was awesome)

I also got some cool merch! A sweatshirt with the event logo and a limited edition pin set themed around Kugrash <3

Overall, this show was fantastic and I am so happy I got to be here in NYC tonight to watch it happen. I love all the people I met and may Brennan, Intrepid Heros (esp Emily, she carried tonight) and the rest of the Dropout team get the rest and relaxation they deserve after making such a fantastic work of art <3

[ur-fav-inactive-writer]

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝, 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐏𝐢𝐠

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Bucky’s little angel is obsessed with Peppa. Bucky hates it.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2K

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This is entirely based off me and my cousin who’s 3 years old obsessed with Peppa and I just thought about Bucky having a little girl who’s obsessed with it. I personally love this and have never written for Bucky, but i hope you all love it too 🫶

The show starts with the same annoying, cheery tune that Bucky is subjected to every day at 7 o’ clock on the dot .

“I’m Peppa Pig!” That stupid snorting sound. “This is my little brother, George!” Again. That stupid snorting sound. “This is Mummy Pig!” He really fucking hated that snorting sound. “And this is Daddy Pig!” He hated that one even more. He also hated how Becca would mimic it and just walk around and at random times of the day, start snorting like an animal. You were amused. Bucky? not so much.

Becca was currently sat on her Daddy’s lap on the couch. It was wind-down for her. She was in her little Peppa Pig pyjamas, fed, happy but most importantly to her: deprived of that stupid English pig. No words could describe Becky’s hatred of that pig. He hated her. However, it was the only thing that would keep Becca still and not bored for half an hour before bed.

Becca was transfixed on the screen. Her eyes were literally glued to it. If Peppa Pig was on, or just ‘Pig’ as she called it, nobody could get through to her. You’d have to turn it off to get a word through her head, though it usually warranted a tantrum if the show was paused for even a moment.

Bucky really hated that stupid pig. It had a stupid name. It was a stupid animal. It was a stupid show. And his angel was obsessed with it. It was getting to the point Beccas accent was turning slightly English because she liked sounding like Peppa. Peppa was rude and annoying and Bucky didn’t think she taught him anything good.

“Doll, it calls it’s Dad fat. How is that even allowed now?!” was usually a sentence he’d find himself saying to you when he was trying to cut off Becca from her Peppa. “I thought this generation was sensitive about this stuff now. In my day? Sure, there was worse. But how do they get away with it now?!” You’d always just shake your head and continue letting your daughter watch Peppa. “We didn’t have any cartoon pig crap back then…” He grumbles under his breath. “We actually read books..”

Bucky felt like he was genuinely losing his mind. He felt like that pig haunted him. He genuinely nearly passed out when Becca came up to him, poked his stomach and giggled ‘Fat.’ He didn’t even know what to say. Obviously, being the adult, he had to have the conversation about how it wasn’t okay and all that, but he was just so stunned by that. The little bitch. Daddy was not fat.

Becca was still sat on his lap, transfixed on Peppa. Bucky huffs, practically glaring at the TV and shaking his head every 2 seconds. You walk in with two little Peppa biscuits on a Peppa plate and hand it to Becca before sitting down next to Bucky. She begins munching on the little biscuits, her eyes still fixed on the television. Peppa practically ran his house now. The cupboards were littered with her face, filled with all sorts of Peppa branded sweets and snacks for your little girl.

You glance over at him, smirking at the obvious disdain for the farm animal on his television. Throughout the episodes, you can practically see him seething silently as he holds Becca on his lap. Eventually after around 6 episodes of Peppa, it’s Beccas bedtime. You reach for the remote, clicking the ‘home’ button and therefore cutting off your daughter from Peppa Pig.

Before the tears even start, Bucky stands right up from the couch and goes up the stairs, heading for your daughters bedroom. She goes to protest but Bucky hushes her. He opens her bedroom door, practically shaking with irritation as he remembers your daughters bedroom decor.

Peppa blankets. Peppa pillows. Peppa toys. Peppa wallpaper. Peppa everything. He feels like everywhere he looks is Peppa. He pulls back her blankets, placing her down softly and running the tip of his metal finger down the bridge of her nose as he hushes her. Surprisingly, she actually stays quiet and doesn’t fuss, nuzzling into her comfy bed and smushing her chubby cheek against the pillow. You lean against the doorway with a soft smile.

“Daddy..?” She mumbled softly in that sweet little voice of hers that Bucky could spend all day listening to. “Yes, Babydoll?” He says softly. “Story…” She mumbles back, Bucky smiles softly. This was more like it. This was what he did back in his day before all of this TV and Ipad nonsense. “What story do you want, babydoll?” She hums sleepily and murmurs, “I wan’ the story ‘bout Peppa….” You stifle a laugh in the doorway. Bucky’s jaw clenches, sighing. He picks up her Peppa book and reads it to her until she’s fast asleep.

He puts the book back onto her bookshelf and pushes her hair back from her face as she dozes. How he loved his babydoll. He stands up to tuck her in, you coming up behind him and resting your forehead against his back.

“Doll?”

“Mhm..?” “

“We’re redecorating.”

✪𓃟✪𓃟✪𓃟✪

Then, of course, of. fucking. course, her 5th birthday was Peppa themed. The little cartoon pig honestly gave Bucky more nightmares than his Winter Soldier days. Her face was absolutely everywhere.

She was on the plates, the napkins, the cups, the balloons, the tablecloths. Bucky looked almost out of place, a face like a slapped-arse while all Beccas friends ran around giggling and bouncing on the bouncy castle - which also had that stupid things face on it.

Sam stood next to him, snickering at his disdain for a children’s TV show and it’s protagonist. It comes time for presents and Becca picks one up. It’s got somewhat wonky wrapping and a big pink bow on it, labelled with her name on it as well as ‘Uncle Sam’ beneath her name with a small heart. She tears off the wrapping paper.

Bucky was literally going insane. It was a little play set with all these little Peppa Pig toys, almost taunting Bucky. He can’t help but glare at Sam, almost crushing his stupid little Peppa Pig cup in his metal hand. Well, the cup was kind of Peppa. He’d grabbed a marker and scribbled all over her face on the cup when he’d filled it earlier on in the party. Admittedly, he received a few strange looks from others parents when he did that. It was almost comical, the way he hated this pig.

As soon as Becca, her friends and the rest of the adults are watching them play another children’s game, Bucky walks up to the gift table stealthily. He grabs the little box containing all the figures, the plastic on the front of the box almost crushing in his fingers from the pure resentment he feels towards that pig. He goes outside, claiming he was just grabbing something for the party from the car. He shoved that box so far into the dumpster behind the venue that someone would think he was hiding a body.

Sam follows him, snickering. He didn’t care if Sam saw him. Hell, he wanted Sam to see him shoving the stupid gift he bought for his daughter into the trash.

“You owe me 20 bucks, man.”

“Fuck off, big bird. You’re encouraging this.”

He just wasn’t so aware that you were standing behind him and Sam with a questioning and somewhat concerned expression.

“Bucky…?”

“I fucking hate that pig.”

[oneforthemunny]

you could post the "The" from spongebob and we'd be kicking our feet

STOP omg you guys!!!!!!

ok fine, but don't get mad at me for it not being horny. the horny comes later, this is the build up. the set up if you will.

snippet down below the cut

“We’re talking about our resolutions.” Robin smirked, proudly, a little darkly. “And we wanna know what your resolution will be for this brand new decade? Hopefully a better taste in music?” 

“That should be yours,” Eddie snided with a scoff over Steve’s bark of laughter. “And yours,” A finger jabbed into your shoulder. “Both of you have the worst fuckin’ taste in music I’ve ever heard.” 

“Oh, says you-” 

“-Yeah, Ed, that’s really bold coming from you. All your music is just loud.” You huffed, rolling your eyes big, for show. You didn’t miss the way Eddie’s brow quipped in warning. It made your spine tingle. 

“Loud, yes.” Robin nodded. “That’s the best word to describe it. Just loud.”  

“Well, yours is just bad.” Eddie scoffed. “Madonna?” 

“Oh, please,” You laughed. “You love Madonna.”  

Eddie’s lips tightened, pinks burning gently at the chorus of laughter his friends gave. The statement was a stretch, you knew it. Eddie liked that you liked it, and he especially liked when you’d sing for him in the van, silly and sweet. 

“Alright, alright, that’s enough kids.” Steve rolled his eyes, voice raising over Robin’s and Eddie’s. “Let Munson speak.” 

“I don’t have any resolutions.” Eddie shrugged. “I’m already perfect.” 

“Boo!” Robin cupped her hands around her mouth, sound echoing over the music. “Come on!” 

“I’m not participating in one of the stupidest societal pressures that have ever been created just because-” 

“-Here we go,” Jeff muttered, eyes rolling dramatically next to you. 

“-Fuck off, I’m right, alright? And you all know it’s stupid too. Over 90% of New Years resolutions fail, because they’re fucking unrealistic and stupid to begin with! I mean, you pick the middle of winter, after all these holidays to choose to get your life together? Fuck that.” 

“You got him all riled up now, Rob.” You passed her a grin, shoulder bumping hers playfully as you went towards the coffee table for another drink. 

“Hey, what about you?” Robin turned, leaning over the couch. “What’s your resolution?” 

“Hm, I dunno.” Your lips twisted in thought, legs a little wobbly from the liquor, yet you still poured yourself more. “I think I’d like to stop buying so much stuff. Save my money for big purchases.” 

[aniesvision]

𐂃 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑴.𝑺

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒌

𝚊/𝚗: 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚, 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆!!

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I wonder if he's busy or doesn't want to talk to me. It's been a week with little communication between me and Matt, ever since our last argument he made no effort to be present. Something so stupid, like forgetting to bring him the soda he asked for, and now we barely talk, even though we're dating.

I try to call him again, my hand shaky as I hold my phone against my ear.

-Hey! -I say, excited when I realized he picked up this time. -I was wondering if I could pass by your place later? I miss you.

I hear him sigh on the other side of the line and my heart immediately breaks, knowing it wasn't a good sign.

-Not today, I'm tired and I'm still upset with you, I need more time.

Oh. Of course, he needs time, that's totally fine...

He hangs up without even giving me a chance to talk. I sit on my bed, remembering the times we were so in love and happy with each other, talking for hours straight. When he used to text me to say how much he missed seeing me and we'd hang out the next day.

I keep crying oceans for him, and he keeps giving me reasons to believe I deserve to drown in my own tears.

"Good morning :)

I think you're busy these days since you're ignoring me, I don't know if you need more space, but can you please just let me know?"

I'm sure love's not supposed to feel like this. You don't own anyone's love if you have to beg for it. It's not fair to keep waiting for someone while he's out there probably not giving a fuck. I'm here worried, upset, feeling like shit, and he can't even text me. For days.

I can't help but think of all the signs and the amount of times he's let me down, how dumb I was to let him in. He broke my heart once before, and now he's doing it all over again and even knowing that he'll do the same I can't let him go.

Driving to his place unannounced was probably the worst mistake I've ever made, but I needed answers and if he refused to talk to me through the phone I'd make him talk to me in person. I knock on the door, his tired eyes staring at my swollen ones for the first time in two weeks.

-Are you okay? -I ask, noticing how his features didn't look as carefree and peaceful as they used to.

-I'm fine. -He says, tone firm and arrogant.

It was clear he didn't expect me to be there, and he didn't like it. I tried to talk to him, asked so many questions, followed him around like a lost puppy, cried, and begged for anything, for him to share any thoughts or feelings.

His scent filled my nostrils, giving me a weird sense of familiarity, his sad eyes looking at mine, but it felt like I was staring at a cold wall.

He hugged me, without saying anything, and my shoulders dropped, my heart melting at the slight show of affection. I take deep breaths, letting my eyes close as I try to regain my posture.

Is it insane? Letting him in again when he gives me so little? Letting him break me whenever he wants?

It must be nice to have someone like this, who loves another so much that let them break their hearts twice.

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[darklinaforever]

Here are the latest stupid opinions about Nosferatu 2024.

Seriously...

The worst part is that these people think they're smart. How the hell do their brains work !? I'm sick of opinions based on grooming arguments. That word is so trivialized it's crazy.

Oh and... Ellen is not a sick woman. She's never even been sick. It's the goal of the movie to show that she's not !

And then, if the movie was really about what this person described, what a dangerous message that would be. Does this person really think that's what Robert Eggers wrote ? It's scary...

Also, the delirium of essentially saying that seeing the movie as an allegory for Victorian sexual repression is a mistake kills me because THAT'S WHAT THE MOVIE IS ABOUT ! GO WATCH THE EGGERS INTERVIEWS YOU IDIOT !

(And again, the second post is much longer than what I showed you, I spared you the stupidity of this person)

Sorry, I'm getting carried away, but I'm sick of this kind of person who thinks they're smart and who thinks they're offering analysis when they absolutely aren't.

And no one is saying that Ellen doesn't want Thomas. She loves him and wants him, yes. But the fact that they don't work together is emotionally and sexually because Thomas doesn't match Ellen on these things.

And Ellen was never a child (again, this is pure bad faith, the word used in movies and series by characters does not always mean having been a literal child, we can designate ourselves as such while we are teenagers or young adults), she was a teenager girl and Orlok represents her sexual awakening. Being found by her father is equivalent to being found by a parent in the middle of masturbation as well.

I'm sorry, but the interpretation of grooming should be banned so much it is distorted today.

Let these people go fuck themselves deeply.

No, Ellen is not a victim of CSA whether in the text, the subtext or in allegory. She is not one on the canonical level at all.

That you think so, fine, but stop acting like it's a fact or worse canonical fact. Because Eggers clearly tells you to fuck off on this subject (the canon of HIS movie). So criticizing people who essentially share Eggers' opinions and therefore don't see the film as a CSA / Grooming thing is still really cheeky.

You're the one who has a fucking problem with being obsessed with this and absolutely wanting any morally ambiguous story on a relational level to involve this type of dynamic.

[rosslovesspn]

oh shit im ever so sorry for not indicating what is clearly obvious. most fucking ships are headcanons, hot takes and opinions. not to mention how it’s very clear that the conviction in my post was me doing a thing called ‘joking’ and exaggerating for laughs. though i personally believe dean is bi, i would never pretend that it’s canon or true. hence why i tagged it with destiel and dean is bi, as my target audience was people who would appreciate the post and not jerks who choose to be rude over it.

i see where you’re coming from with the general tags however, and i would agree with you were it not for the fact that when you block a tag on tumblr all posts with that tag will be invisible for you, regardless of the other tags. so the fact that i tagged it with supernatural does not effect the situation at all :) even if you were correct and it showed up even though she blocked the tag, she still decided to interact hatefully with a post that would have been so much easier for her to ignore.

don’t tell me to ‘stay in my lane’ when both of y’all reblogged a post clearly not targeted to you, clearly not bashing any other headcanons or ships, and was clearly none of your business to interact with considering your opinions. the fact that the original reblogger did shows that she was looking for drama and a reason to get upset.

i love this show and i will not tolerate people being dicks about it (her more so than you) especially when they have the much more logical and much easier option of just fucking ignoring it, blocking the tag or blocking my tumblr, like any polite and sane person would do. my og post was meant for fun and lightheartedness, and the fact that it’s now been tainted with this frankly stupid and entirely avoidable argument really pisses me off.

hello kings queens and in-betweens welcome to my ted talk on why dean being bi is hardly subtext (evidence from s1 - s7ep20)

dr sexy

cowboy fetish

siren turning into a man (evidence isn’t concrete as it was for a brotherly bond but thought i’d add it anyway)

“i know two things - bert and ernie are gay, and you’re not gonna die a virgin.” (not direct quote)

looks upon castiel like a starving dog salivating over a bone

never denied it when anyone said he and cas were dating/in love (see: meg saying cas was dean's boyfriend & balthy saying cas was in love with dean)

“cas, not for nothing, but the last time someone looked at me like that, i got laid” *winks* (not direct quote)

totally got jealous at cas kissing meg

turned suicidal when cas betrayed him

everything to do with castiel

whatever the fuck was him flirting with the security guard through charlie in 7x20

etc, etc, etc (so many instances of him being sus asf)