#These two are literally so evil. They just show it in different ways.

[always-tired-lilbitch]

Do you wanna explore your characters in depth???? Do you want your readers to really enjoy learning about them instead of having them just... infodump about themselves via description??? Okay so here's what we're gonna do:

1: Create foils for them! What is a character foil? Just another character who will contrast with the one you want to explore. Let's say you have a dark and twisted guy, a real evil little fuck, grab it and give it a lighthearted foil, someone who maybe shares their goals but swings the other way alignment-wise, and make them interact A LOT and maybe fall in love and kiss? Idk, you do you, but really, using other characters to reflect what your character is not is super important.

There are different character foils tho, and even though they basically boil down to "complement my character", each one has its own unique strengths. You can have the classic mentor-apprentice in which the foil is an older or younger version of the character (figuratively), or the rivals, who just are... the contrary but not? idk, you get it, or even the comedic relief character, don't you waste a character ever! Use them to explore what another character lacks or needs :)

2: TRIOS!!!! Comedy works in threes and so do characters. Grab the character you want the readers to know about, put them in a group of three, and let them interact! The group can diverge from its normal surrounding cast and that's even better! Let the readers see them interact with people who are fundamentally different from what they're used to. You don't interact the same way with everyone and your character won't either, and that's super important cause it allows you to show traits that haven't been as explored!!!

Get your class clown and put them in a reunion with a parent and a teacher, or your rugged warrior and put them in a hospital with a dying old person and a doctor who can't save them, or... or...... Idk, you catch my drift! Just get them out of their comfort zone and let shit happen to them.

This technique is quite useful cause you don't have to have your character interact a lot! Maybe you just want the audience to see their reaction, so the other two characters can interact between them without output from the third, who will just think or move around in the background!!!

3: Bridge traits! I'm fairly new to these cause I literally learnt about them yesterday but it's quite an interesting concept. A bridge trait let's you trick the audience into judging a character because of the first traits they show and then pull the rug from under them when you add a new trait that totally challenges the view you have of them. These are quite useful when you want a bit of subversion, cause you can get an audience to think about someone a certain way through superficial prejudices and then BOOM, they have a depth they didn't expect and also which challenges beliefs about certain traits.

Okay, but I haven't told you what bridge traits are yet, so let me get to that. Basically, we're going to want to get a list of really shallow ideas about your character. Let's say we have a grumpy guy, a really rain-on-your-parade type of gremlin, and you want to make the audience discover that, in reality, they are mourning. Okay, so first we're going to build up the "they're just assholes" idea, make them look bad through misleading portrayal. Then, as you do this, add a moment in which the character acts a specific way which can be attributed to both a grumpy fuck and someone who's really going through it; that's the bridge trait, cause when the reveal is made and the perception changes, the fact that this trait existed before will ease your readers into believing your character's actions.

Idk if I've explained myself well enough, but if there are any questions I'll be sure to try and answer them the best I can<3

tl;dr: Explore characters in depth by giving them foils, putting them in trios, and using bridge traits.

[lilybug-02]

Artfight against @ejsuperstar ft. The Mad King and Chip. They're both so evil. I hope they have the most extravagant downfall of any onscreen villain.

This interaction is based on a little fic writing >:)

[musclesandhammering]

If the Loki writers absolutely had to have an unnecessary romance baked into the plot and weren’t cowards, they would’ve paired Loki and He Who Remains together.

He could’ve made it to the Citadel at like the beginning of episode 5 and had more time to build a dynamic between just the two of them- whatever dynamic it would’ve been.

And then that would solidify Loki a major role in the Kang storyline in the main mcu, because in addition to being the one to open the multiverse (sylvie doesn’t exist in this au shh) he’d have an emotional history with the only “good” variant of him.

[twinsarekeepers]

It always gives me the ick when y’all try to say there’s a specific book canon, especially concerning only the show, because that’s not true. The “book canon” has been changing since literally the very beginning of the series. From tlt to som, Rick changed so many things not just about the lore in his universe but the characters too. He did it from PJO to HOO as well. This is a consistent writing pattern of his where he changes physical and personality traits of his characters depending on his whims and that’s just the way the pjo verse is. This is why the whole “book canon” vs “show canon” thing does not make any sense because firstly, the books are like 50 steps ahead of the show. The show characters are literally in the first book phase of their character arcs and it’s relatively the same other than minor plot changes. And secondly, the books have so many conflicting character moments for all of the characters that the fandom was having arguments about what was book canon long before the show was even announced.

while i love and adore the new percy jackson trilogy so far, i have to admit that i am both disappointed and a little upset at the mischaracterisation of the characters, specifically the main trio. percy, annabeth, and grover, are no longer percy, annabeth, and grover. not their book versions, anyway.

i know that rick has said this before; that he is writing these characters now with the actors in mind, and i do understand that, but it’s not working. the books and the show are two very different things. while both are wonderful and i love them (and the movies!!), they are different. and that is okay.

but yes, there are so many moments (more in wrath of the triple goddess than in the chalice of the gods i think) especially regarding percabeth, where it just… isn’t. that isn’t my percabeth. it’s a weird mix of book canon and show characteristics, and it’s just a mess when you do that.

i love and respect rick riordan with all my heart, and i am not in any way against him or his writing, but i don’t think that the way he is writing these new book is even remotely a good decision. i think it needs to be changed. book canon should be remaining book canon, and the show versions portrayed by walker, leah, and aryan should remain their portrayals. (which are incredible, they are perfect for their roles but they can never be the book versions. they are different).

[suiana]

yandere! loser and villain! reader guys OMG

reader who wants new henchmen so they send out a requests online for goons... only for loser yan to show up. you know, as you'd expect a gooner to respond to a poster calling for the best gooners to meet up in a totally not suspicious location where ANYTHING could happen.

"soooo do i goon now? where are the others? is this not a group goon session?"

"what? yes obviously, it's a group goon meetup. no one ese showed up though so you're automatically one of my goons- what? hey! stop! put your dick back in your pants!"

"but... you told me to goon?"

clearly, you two had very different meanings of 'goon'. and it looks like mr loser over here did NOT want any of the responsiblities that came with your definition of goon.

"what? you want me to rob him?"

"yes, you are my evil goon now. therefore you have to carry out my evil deeds."

"but... but i came here for the gooning..."

"yes, and THIS is the gooning i want you to do."

he doesn't want ANYTHING to do with your evil ahhh acts man. like, he's here for a good time, he is NOT trying to get in prison.

"this is not what was advertised in your hiring poster!"

"oh come on, man up a little. it's not like i'm telling you to kill anyone."

"you're telling me to poison your enemies!"

"yeah, and?"

you don't understand him at all. why is he so horny? isn't your definition way more fun and engaging anyway? why's he so hesitant? meanwhile your new gooner is literally on the verge of jumping. but!! but he's holding back because lowkey you're kinda hot... what if he can get you to-

"no."

"but why?! i literally jumped this guy for you!"

"i am NOT sitting on your face."

it's all fun and games until a SECOND gooner shows up and your singular goon is chasing them away. no, he's not letting anyone steal your attention away from him. the more he spends time with you, the more he feels like hey... maybe... maybe this was mean to be.

maybe you were the one he was meant to goon for all along.

that's... that's why he became goon². to in one fun pack.

"hey what are you doing?!"

"i'm the only gooner you need. they probably just wanna jerk off anyway. i'm way more useful."

"...but you just jerk off anyway?? you don't even do the work i tell you to do."

"and?"

[milkingtonthethird]

NSFW - GAMER!BSF!GRAYSON who has a massive crush on you.

WARNINGS: masturbation (grayson), gn!reader but you wearing a skirt is mentioned, filthy evil thoughts (grayson)

MDNI, PLEASE.

- Yeah, he likes the sound of your voice.

- It’s almost annoying how anything you say has his stomach flutter and a stupid smile curl at his lips.

- He will bring up anything he knows will make you rant, good or bad. Please tell him everything, every minuscule detail.

- He feels a little perverted when he isn’t entirely listening. He’d shift in his chair a bit, a hand twitching over his thigh as he thinks about you in an entirely different context. One where you’re there, with him, instead of being a mere connection on Discord.

- Like you, whimpering about how amazing his tongue feels. He’d eat you alive.

- “…Earth to Grayson? Helloooo?” you mutter.

- He wants to be a good friend, and he wants you to keep talking. But…what were you saying five seconds ago? He was too busy fidgeting with the ties of his sweatpants to subtly relieve the ache in between his thighs.

- He doesn’t genuinely touch himself while you two play or talk. It feels too dirty. Shameful.

- But, he definitely gets worked up. He imagines things too often. His tone gets lower, deeper; an almost-purr. Maybe you’re oblivious, or maybe he’s good at playing it off.

- He always finds himself taking a ten minute break so he can lay in bed, fisting his leaking cock. He glances at his monitor every so often, just to check if he’s muted.

- His mic is sensitive and he can’t seem to keep quiet when he scrolls through photos of you.

- You turn your camera on sometimes. It’s terrible. Absolutely terrible.

- You like to show him little things you get from a day out. And he can’t help but ask to see if you got new clothes.

- Moments of silence for you to change, out of view. He spreads his legs, hips adjusting. You’re undressing for him. Not in the way he wants, of course, however…

- You’re evil for showing him a skirt. Curse you.

- It’s not absolutely scandalous, albeit it’s still a skirt. He lost his streak—his palm absentmindedly started rubbing himself.

- “I think it’s too short.”

- “It’s cute,” he says, his eyes focused on your legs. He sounds too strained for his liking. Solution? Insult.

- “It’s not your color.”

- It is.

- As much as he loves having you over, it’s hard. Sometimes it escalates into him being hard. It’s why he keeps a blanket and extra pillows on his couch.

- Yes, you two are close, but do you have to drape your legs over his lap when you want to lay down? You’re too focused on the screen to notice him adjusting your ankles more towards his knees so you don’t feel his cock twitch.

- He’s a touchy guy, too. It’s just who he is. So, you don’t think nothing of it when he leans against you, or drapes an arm over your shoulder. He’ll poke your side and give your arm a nip with his teeth just to see you hiss and swear.

- Prayers for you if you’re ticklish. A lot of prayers. He uses it as an advantage; he’s very tactical with it. When you’re getting too mouthy, his fingers are wiggling into you. You’re just so cute as you squeal and giggle, and obviously the only way to avoid getting kicked in the nuts is to pin you.

- You’re too busy attempting to squirm away to notice his hard-on. He’s careful not to press into you. And then, in a desperate, breathy voice, you whine, “Dick, please.”

- His brain pauses. He has to get off, for his sake. Literally.

- Which is why he finds himself in the bathroom, pumping himself ferociously, needily. He can hear you playing—you’re right there, a mere door separating you two. Doesn’t stop him from bucking into his fist like it’s you.

- Acts totally sauve and normal after he’s done, like he didn’t almost moan your name as he came.

- As someone who is competitive and is in love with you, Grayson makes bets that benefit him. And given you want to wipe that cocky smirk off of his face, you accept.

- But he’s ballsy tonight. There’s enough alcohol in his system to say, “If you lose, you gotta give me a kiss.”

- You roll your eyes, as if he isn’t being dead serious.

- He wins. Of course he does. It’s not like he was tryharding, his fingers working overtime and his body tense. Not at all.

- He turns to you, grinning as if he won the lottery. He’s about to make a snarky comment and you’re a sore loser, so you don’t let him.

- You cup his jaw, lips firmly pressing against his. It would just be over just like that if you didn’t force your tongue into his mouth almost bitterly.

- It’s just for a few seconds. He stares at you, cheeks dusted. He takes slow, deep inhales.

- You’re just about to load up a new game when the controller is taken from your hands, haphazardly tossed on the coffee table. Your head is tilted towards him and he does the exact same thing to you.

- Your breath hitches in his mouth. It’s deep, slow, one that has your brain stutter. When you finally catch up, your eyelids flutter shut and you start to kiss back.

- Grayson’s petty. That was such an unfair move. Plus, he’s sick of being the one always hot and bothered. As soon as he feels you lean in, he pulls away. Your controller is back into your hands and he acts like nothing happened.

- He wants you to say something. To do something. Instead, you tear your gaze off of him and refocus. He would almost think you’re unperturbed if he didn’t feel your thighs squeeze together next to him, how you shifted in your seat.

- He’s stubborn. So are you. Clearly this is an invitation to play a different type of game. He’s going to have you bent over one way or another.

Note: Not entirely proofread. I’ll link part 2 on this post when I finish it :3

@loafersrs @selfdeprecatingnerd

[luvingjeanie]

headcanons | ryohei arisu

author’s note: i started aib and ohmygod this man, smut hc’s are definitely ooc but i just need him so bad so i’m feeding my own delusions.

warnings: nothing much, just my first time writing smut hc’s😭

synopsis: pre-borderlands hc’s! also this is LONGGG, i have too many thoughts.

smut hc’s are definitely ooc. realistically he’s gonna be a nervous wreck but let me pretend.

not proof read

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

♡ pre-borderlands

♡ he’s a loser, you know it, he knows it, his friends know it, and his father definitely does. but it makes him all the more endearing.

♡ he’s so, so nervous at first, but once you both grow more comfortable in your relationship he’s giving into your every wish, genuinely at your beck and call. you’re his whole world and he just wants to make you happy <3

♡ he’s a little gamer! mainly pc (unfortunately, i’m a ps5 girly) but he knows his stuff. definitely uses emulators to play games like resident evil and the last of us.

♡ he prefers online shooters and stuff, but he doesn’t mind story based games if they’re more action based, like re4.

♡ i think he’d prefer a girlfriend who doesn’t mind video games (or loves them like him) so you can play together and talk about games :(

♡ would definitely emulate it takes two on both his pc and yours so you could play together, it’s such a cutesy little couple game! you guys would have a blast playing together! :(

♡ if you had a console best believe he’s using it for at least an hour every time he’s over, won’t admit it’s better than his PC but you both know it’s what he’s thinking.

♡ loves it when you sit in his lap while he plays :( and you love it too.

♡ arms wrapped around your waist as he rests his controller on your thighs, chin on your shoulder as he plays, but he always gets distracted, giving you the attention you want so easily, kissing your neck gently, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs and hips as he whispers in your ear.

♡ i can’t imagine he uses pet names often, if he does they’re classics like ‘baby’ and ‘babe’.

♡ “Baby, you wanna hop on call for a bit?” he texts you at least once a day every night you aren’t together, he ends up screen sharing a movie or show you can watch together.

♡ is also a boyfriend that makes you watch him play i’m so sorry but he just is. you see him rage far too often over COD.

♡ loves it when you call him ‘honey’, just does it for him.

♡ he’s a nerd so that definitely extends to different parts of his life other than video games, when you go shopping you always end up browsing new posters, figurines, and mangas.

♡ AOT is my favourite anime/manga so i’m gonna hc that it’s his too! ;)

♡ his favourite character is eren. without a doubt, just thinks he’s so cool, and absolutely loses his mind when he sees him turn into the attack titan for the first time, “Babe! Fucking look, that’s so cool!-“

♡ thinks you’re so pretty. while girls loved karube, the same couldn’t be said for him. in the show he’s in his 20s so i won’t say he’s a virgin, but definitely not super experienced.

♡ just can’t believe he has a girlfriend as pretty as you, no matter what you look like, goth, emo, a girl who loves to dress up and wear makeup, or if you prefer dressing down he thinks you’re so stunning.

♡ “you’re the prettiest girl ever.” (literal heart eyes)

♡ “your makeup looks really nice, baby :)”

♡ *stares at you in the mirror while you brush your hair.*

♡ “baby can you play a game with me, i’m bored :(.”

♡ dates are super lowkey! but you both love it that way.

♡ walks in parks, cinema dates, shopping dates, lazy days on the couch or in his bed watching movies are the most common ones.

♡ he does splurge on an actual restaurant for anniversary’s and valentines and your birthday with whatever little money he has.

♡ dresses up on those days too! He’ll wear a plain black shirt or white button up (whatever is more appropriate) instead of a graphic tee and some nice jeans or black slacks (he steals them from his brother.)

♡ for gifts he also keeps in lowkey, and so do you! you both can’t afford much so you just appreciate what the other gets you.

♡ he gets you little figures and posters he thinks you’ll like, or plushies! if you like makeup he’ll splurge a tad and get you a nice lipgloss you said you’ve been wanting.

♡ is definitely a boyfriend who gets gifts catered to your interests and things you like rather than buying you stuff he thinks all girls like.

♡ just over all very thoughtful, sweet, and very very handsome even though he refuses to believe it.

♡ pre-borderlands smut hc’s

♡ isn’t a virgin, but not experienced. one or two bodies before you i’d guess.

♡ let’s talk abt his dick 🤭

♡ he’s above average, but not insanely big. 6 inches, decently girthy but not so much so that it would hurt. it’s so pretty. a perfect size, two toned, a few veins and perfectly straight.

♡ i see far too many people hc him as a sub, but i honestly don’t see that, he’s neither and doesn’t have much of an interest in power dynamics

♡ you’re his equal, his baby, why would he wanna control you in anyway? :(

♡ such a titty guy. he is’t picky about size, but loves the way yours sit so pretty.

♡ soft pecks slowly grow into heated and lustfully heavy touching above your clothes, his big hands and lithe fingers shyly manoeuvring under your top. Inching their way up your soft flesh, they always find your breasts, caressing them gingerly as he softly loves on you.

♡ positions are nothing crazy, he loves classic missionary sometimes, just staring into your eyes, watching your face contort as you whine and moan. god you just look so good.

♡ but he also loves prone bone, getting you on your stomach, sliding himself in, slowly, almost torturously so. he fills you to the hilt, groaning into your ear softly as your bodies press together, sharing their warmth. he props himself up on his elbows, thrusting into you gently and slowly. he wants to savour every moment. without a doubt, he always brushes your hair away from your face, putting a large hand under you chin to crane your neck around to him, kissing you slowly as he fucks you into the mattress.

♡ bro LOVESSS head. like so bad. he loves giving, of course, he’s never been much of a ladykiller, so knowing he’s able to please you drives him mad.

♡ but he’s always down for you to suck his dick. he prefers laying with his back propped against the headboard, letting you work away. with a hand gripping your hair, or caressing the back of your head, and his other hand behind his own head, his mouth agape and eyes fluttering closed.

♡ on certain days, he thrusts up into your mouth, but poor boy always ends up feeling a bit bad :(

♡ ohgod and his fingers.

♡ long, lithe, slender. his hands are dexterous, soft and not overly calloused. anytime he uses them on you, he has you laying beside him whilst he leans over you, pumping them in and out, his thumb giving all it’s attention to your clit.

♡ the dirty talk is light, just filled with praise and light teasing

♡ he’s just too soft with you, he could never degrade you in the slightest.

♡ “attagirl, baby.”

♡”doing so good f’me.”

♡”you look so pretty, baby, my pretty girl.”

♡”makin’ me feel so good.”

♡ and just strings of curses as he praises and loves on you

♡ he’s just too good to you :(

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Ava Gardner (The Killers, The Barefoot Contessa)— She's so goddamn hot. Her and Frank Sinatra could've sandwiched me and I would've thanked them for the privilege

Anna May Wong (The Thief of Bagdad, Shanghai Express)—Wong was the first Chinese American movie star, arguably the first Asian woman to make it big in American films. Though the racism of the time often forced her into stereotypical roles, awarded Asian leading roles to white actors in yellowface, and prohibited on-screen romance between actors of different races, she delivered powerful and memorable performances. When Hollywood bigotry got to be too much, she made movies in Europe. Wong was intellectually curious, a fashion icon, and a strong advocate for authentic Asian representation in cinema. And, notably for the purposes of this tournament, absolutely gorgeous.

This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Ava Gardner:

Ava Gardner is one of my favorite actresses of all time. Although a lot of her roles in movies are about her being beautiful and nothing else, there are some films where her acting truly shines.

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Gifset 2: https://www.tumblr.com/portraitoflestatonfire/731899355804598272/if-the-loustat-reunion-doesnt-look-like-this-then

HER FACE. LOOK AT IT. Also was a life long supporter of civil rights and a member of the NAACP, had lots of fun love affairs with other stars, bullfighters, married several times but was also happy in between to just have lovers and was unapologetically herself.

I literally gasp every time I see her.

Between 1942 and 1964, Ava Gardner was credited in no less 50 films, and is still considered by some to be the most beautiful actresses that ever graced the silver screen. Despite life-long insecurities regarding her talent as an actress, she weathered public scandal, industry hostility, and outright condemnation by the Catholic Church with fearless grace. She would later in life talk candidly about the reality and pain of living through two (studio approved!!) abortions during her short marriage to Frank Sinatra, and while the two of them could not make their relationship work, they remained in each other’s lives for nearly 30 years. She would forever describe herself as a small-town girl who just got lucky, but always felt like a beautiful outsider.

Really genuinely one of the most beautiful human beings I have ever seen. An autodidact. Had amazing chemistry with Gregory Peck to the point where I do think about watching On The Beach again sometimes because they're so good together even though that movie did destroy me. Was a great femme fatale in many movies.

Anna May Wong propaganda:

"She so so gorgeous!! Due to Hollywood racism she was pretty limited in the roles she got to play but even despite that she’s so captivating and deserves to be known as a leading lady in her own right!! When she’s on screen in Shanghai Express I can’t look away, which is saying something because Marlene Dietrich is also in that film."

"SHE IS ON THE BACK OF QUARTERS also she was very smart and able to speak multiple languages and is a fashion icon on top of the acting/singing"

"Paved the way for Asian American actresses AND TOTAL HOTTIE!!! She broke boundaries and made it her mission to smash stereotypes of Asian women in western film (at the time, they were either protrayed them as delicate and demure or scheming and evil). In 1951, she made history with her television show The Gallery of Madame Liu-Tsong, the first-ever U.S. television show starring an Asian-American series lead (paraphrased from Wikipedia). Also, never married and rumor has it that she had an affair with Marlene Dietrich. We love a Controversial Queen!"

"She's got that Silent Era smoulder™ that I think transcends the very stereotypical roles in which she was typically cast. Also looks very hot smouldering opposite Marlene Dietrich in "Shanghai Express"; there's kiss energy there."

"Hot as hell and chronically overlooked in her time, she's truly phenomenal and absolutely stunning"

"A story of stardom unavoidably marred by Hollywood racism; Wong's early-career hype was significantly derailed by the higher-up's reluctance to have an Asian lead, and things only got worse when the Hayes code came down and she suddenly *couldn't* be shown kissing a white man--even if that white man was in yellowface. After being shoved into the Dragon Lady role one too many times, she took her career to other continents for many years. Still, she came back to America eventually, being more selective in her roles, speaking out against Asian stereotypes, and in the midst of all of this finding the time to be awarded both the title of "World's Best Dressed Woman" by Mayfair Mannequin Society of New York and an honorary doctorate by Peking University."

"Incredible beauty, incredible actress, incredible story."

"-flapper fashion ICON. look up her fits please <3 -rumors of lesbianism due to her Close Friendships with marlene dietrich & cecil cunningham, among others -leveraged her star power to criticize the racist depictions of Chinese and Asian characters in Hollywood, as well as raise money and popular support for China & Chinese refugees in the 1930s and 40s. -face card REFUSED to decline"

[3d-wifey]

This is such a niche ask, but I saw that you do Mortal Kombat. Can I ask for some flirty intro dialogue? You know like the conversation the characters have b4 the fight? But like with a Goddess!reader who's basically Hecate? like a Nyx/Hecate fusion if that makes sense. Oh and can you do what some of her taunts would be? I feel like those and her fatalities would be illusion and tarot based :)))

Flirty Intro Dialogue

Pairings: Johnny Cage x Reader; Noob Saibot x Reader; Erron Black x Reader; Dark Raiden x Reader; Cassie Cage x Reader; Shang Tsung x Reader

A/N: (Back to using gifs for headcanons). This is just for the MK 11 timeline. Once MK 1 comes out, I'll do new ones. Had to do a little research fan fiction-wise for this one, but I got a good amount out (plus some taunts the reader would say during the fight). I put a lot of thought into the reader's backstory in the MK universe, even though it'll never be used lol. Please, feel free to request more of these characters or some intros for different characters. Maybe even request a one-shot? Who knows ;)

Behind the Scenes: You know how when Erron Black shows up in the intro, he's looking at a Wanted poster of his opponent? I feel like Goddess!reader has something like that where she's looking at a tarot card that's different for each character before it disappears into mist. Another opening is the reader strutting in shapeshifted into her opponent, before turning back. Her friendship fatality has her stirring a comically large witch's caldron and Noob Saibot pops out in a cloud of mist.

You: Jonathan Carlton

Johnny Cage: Sexy witch goddess.

You: I…Hmm.

-

You: I can feel the magic coursing through your veins. You are one of my Night children, Jonathan.

Johnny Cage: You don’t mean that literally, right? Because it would suck to have the hots for my mom.

You: (sighs)  And what a waste.

-

Johnny Cage: Somebody pinch me, I must be dreaming.

You: Do you dream of me often, Mortal?

Johnny Cage: Ohho, absolutely.

-

Johnny Cage: Somebody pinch me, I must be dreaming.

You: (sighs) How many times must you make that joke?

Johnny Cage: You know you love it!

-

Johnny Cage: So…what are my chances of getting you into my next movie?

You: I’ve told you. I have no desire to appear on your “big screen”.

Johnny Cage: I was thinking we’d make a different kind of movie.

-

Johnny Cage: Goddess of dreams, huh? Can I call you Sandman?

You: You may call me whatever you please, dear mortal.

Johnny Cage: Oh, you do not wanna give me that kind of power.

-

Johnny Cage: Heard you and Shinnok had a thing.

You: A…thing?

Johnny Cage: You two boned! Get it? Cuz he’s a skeleton.

-

Johnny Cage: Tarot, huh? Card tricks are cool and all, but do you got any other witchy gimmicks?

You: I'm particularly fond of palm reading.

Johnny Cage: ...So what I'm hearing is, you're good with your hands?

-

Johnny Cage: You, Fujin, and Raiden go way back, huh?

You: Since the dawn of time.

Johnny Cage: (grimace) Yeesh, they've been friend zoned that long?

-

Johnny Cage: Not so fast, Hermonie.

You: Must you always spout such inane drivel?

Johnny Cage: Someone's been using their word-a-day calendar!

-

Johnny Cage: I've never met a non-evil Eldar God.

You: Evil is quite subjective.

Johnny Cage: I'll remember that next time I'm kicking one's ass.

Noob Saibot: My Goddess.

You: Bi-Han.

Noob Saibot: The shadows cling to your presence. 

-

Noob Saibot: Many have wanted me to yield to their command.

You: Oh?

Noob Saibot: Only you have succeeded, My Goddess.

-

You: You are not touched by the Night, dear Bi-Han. You are shrouded in it.

Noob Saibot: What better way to show that I belong to you?

You: It certainly seems that way, doesn’t it?

-

Noob Saibot: The shadows whisper your name.

You: (smiles) What do they say about me?

Noob Saibot: That your beauty is combated by no other. They speak only the truth for their Goddess.

-

You: You have been a steadfast worshiper, Bi-Han. How shall I reward your loyalty?

Noob Saibot: I only ask for one thing: to be your consort.

You: Hmm. That could be arranged.

-

Noob Saibot: I do not want you to be upset with me, but I will not take back what I said.

You: Your brother cares for you, Bi-Han.

Noob Saibot: Yet, here we are.

-

You: Why must we fight?

Noob Saibot: I wish to prove to you my might, My Goddess.

You: Oh, dear wraith. For you, my love is freely given. You have already earned it.

-

Noob Saibot: You're different than the other Eldar Gods. You...care.

You: Do you think me weak?

Noob Saibot: Never.

-

You: Care to spar?

Noob Saibot: I'd be honored.

You: Then don't take it personally when I beat you.

-

Noob Saibot: The shadows crave your touch.

You: Only the shadows?

Noob Saibot: I'll always long for you, My Goddess.

-

You: Do you fear me, dear Bi-Han?

Noob Saibot: I respect you.

You: (sigh) That wasn't a no.

Erron Black: You've got quite the pretty penny on your head.

You: Are you here to kill me then, Erron Black?

Erron Black: With a face like that, I wouldn’t dream of it.

-

Erron Black: You got any love spells up your sleeve, witchy? I swear ’m good for it.

You: Love is not something to take lightly. Who do you have in mind?

Erron Black: (smirks)  Look in a mirror, darlin’. 

-

Erron Black: You the Goddess of lust, by any chance?

You: That is not a purpose I was created to serve.

Erron Black: Pity. You’d certainly suit it.

-

Erron Black: You had something to ask me, beautiful?

You: Yes. What is “reverse cowgirl”?

Erron Black: (smirks) How ‘bout I show you the ins and outs after this?

-

Erron Black: ’M not usually one for marriage, darlin’.

You: Neither am I.

Erron Black: I don’t have to be the only one, as long as I’m your favorite.

-

Erron Black: You ever find out why Shinnok offed you?

You: I believe he wanted to turn me into his revenant bride. He became rather desperate after I declined his proposal.

Erron Black: (chuckle) Well, I guess I can’t blame the guy.

-

Erron Black: Why don’t you take a peek into ol’ Erron’s dreams? Swear you won’t be disappointed.

You: I’ve seen your dreams. I must say, you give me very generous proportions.

Erron Black: Then you must know I’m a very generous lover.

-

Erron Black: I've struck gold

You: How so?

Erron Black: Well, you're here, ain'tcha?

-

Erron Black: You cast a spell on me, Goddess?

You: I have not, Erron Black.

Erron Black: Do you want to?

-

Erron Black: How 'bout you and I see where the night takes us?

You: Do you think you can keep up?

Erron Black: Trust me. I may be fast on the quick draw, but I don't shoot quick.

-

Erron Black: You've got the magic touch.

You: A good deal of my powers flow through my hands.

Erron Black: I want 'em on me.

You: I’ve heard of how you…disposed of Shinnok.

Dark Raiden: After what he did to you, after how I mourned, I would behead him a hundred times over.

You: It isn’t judgment you sense in my voice. I would have killed him myself if you hadn’t beat me to it.

-

You: Do you still desire me, even as you are now?

Dark Raiden: If you need to ask, then I have failed to show you my devotion.

You: Hmph.

-

Dark Raiden: Will you abandon me too, my love?

You: It is not in my nature.

Dark Raiden: They do not deserve your blessings.

-

Dark Raiden: How have you…How are you here?

You: I sensed my presence was needed and returned to my corporal form just in time to be put in Kronika's void.

Dark Raiden: You could not sense how much I needed you, how much I mourned?

-

You: We are in such uncertain times, my vision is clouded.

Dark Raiden: I’m sorry for the part I play in your duress, my love.

You: You are only doing your duty. It’s how you’re going about it that leaves me weary.

-

Dark Raiden: How can you find such beauty in their shortcomings?

You: The Night welcomes all into her shadowed embrace.

Dark Raiden: You are wasted on them!

-

Dark Raiden: I was so lost without your guidance.

You: When I died?

Dark Raiden: When you were taken from me!

-

Dark Radien: How did Shinnok do it?

You: He lied to me and attacked me when I let my guard down.

Dark Raiden: (growls) If I could, I would bring him back to enact justice upon him once more.

-

You: I have but one wish.

Dark Raiden: Anything.

You: I wish for you to come back to me.

-

You: Is it true? What you've done?

Dark Radien: It was the only way.

You: You have lost yourself.

-

You: We've never fought before, have we?

Dark Radien: We never needed to for me to know you're the stronger between us.

You: Flattery will not save you.

Cassie Cage: You know, I think I’m finally understanding why Raiden lost his marbles.

You: How so?

Cassie Cage: I think I’d lose my shit too if someone like you was taken from me.

-

Cassie Cage: Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

You: I’m…afraid I do not understand.

Cassie Cage: Oh, you have got to let me take you on a movie date.

-

Cassie Cage: Who’s your favorite: Fujin or Raiden? Come on. You can tell me.

You: I’m a Goddess. Why would I limit myself to one lover?

Cassie Cage: You dirty girl.

-

Cassie Cage: What are you the Goddess of again?

You: (hesitates) …It would be easier to list what I am not the Goddess of.

Cassie Cage: (whistles) And I thought my parents expected a lot of me.

-

Cassie Cage: Come on, just one kiss!

You: I am older than you could possibly imagine.

Cassie Cage: An older woman. What’s not to love?

-

Cassie Cage: I heard you died. So, how are you standing here in all your godly beauty?

You: I have much power over death and the comings and goings of the Underworld. My soul simply dispersed there.

Cassie Cage: Yep. That’ll do it.

-

Cassie Cage: So…You didn’t happen to see that one dream, did you?

You: I’ve seen all your dreams, Cassandra. And I’m flattered.

Cassie Cage: (clears throat) …Right.

-

Cassie Cage: It’s a full moon

You: She calls to me and all who feel her light.

Cassie Cage:…You’re not gonna turn into a werewolf, are you?

-

Cassie Cage: You gonna turn me into a frog, Goddess?

You: It’s a possibility.

Cassie Cage: (shrugs) As long as you change me back with a kiss.

-

Cassie Cage: Heard you hung out with Jacqui.

You: Yes, though she didn’t mention you at all.

Cassie Cage: She is the worst wing woman.

-

You: You’ve come to my crossroads. Do you need my guidance?

Cassie Cage: Just wondering if you could teach me a trick or two.

You: So it’s my protection you seek.

Shang Tsung: Your beauty entices me

You: My power entices you.

Shang Tsung: Two things can be true at once.

-

Shang Tsung: Soon, you shall be my bride.

You: You cannot tie down a Goddess; you cannot tie down the Night.

Shang Tsung: I can try.

-

Shang Tsung: Do my powers impress you, Goddess of magic?

You: They certainly intrigue me, Sorcerer.

Shang Tsung: Allow me to give you a closer look.

-

Shang Tsung: Every time I invoke my magic, I do so in your name.

You: Your loyalty changes with the moon’s phases.

Shang Tsung: I devote myself to you, my Goddess.

-

Shang Tsung: I want something more valuable than your soul.

You: Such as?

Shang Tsung: Your love.

-

Shang Tsung: You forgave Shinnok, but not I?

You: I did not forgive him. He killed me when I refused to be his bride.

Shang Tsung: I will succeed where he has failed.

-

Shang Tsung: I kneel at your altar, my Goddess.

You: You needn’t prostrate yourself before me.

Shang Tsung: It is never a hardship to be on my knees for you.

-

You: Do you fear me?

Shang Tsung: I’d be a fool not to.

You: Then why challenge me?

-

Shang Tsung: You have the godly brothers on quite a tight leash.

You: I demand no loyalty from them.

Shang Tsung: It’s doubtful that they stray far from you.

-

You: Kronika spared me in hopes of using my powers. When I refused, she cast me into the void.

Shang Tsung: We have been similarly wronged by her.

You: That is why we must aid Luai Kang in defeating her.

-

Shang Tsung: You are the last Eldar God.

You: Yes. And I shall help Luai Kang in his creation of the new timeline.

Shang Tsung: Then this will be goodbye for now.

Taunts

You: The Wheel of Fortune comes for us all. You: Your future is uncertain. You: You cannot hide from the Night’s embrace. You: Knell in repentance. You: Your path ends here. You: You are lost. You: It is simply an illusion. You: You challenge an Eldar God? You: Will you make an offering? You: You are forgiven. You: I will lead your spirit through the gates of the Netherrealm. You: You shall not pass. You: Are you seeing double? You: Allow me to guide you.

[year2000electronics]

i think obsessive/selfish/misguided love or “harmful” love in general as an antithetical theme to gravity falls’ theme of love and family makes so much sense. if you think about it, a lot of the conflict in the show is born out of selfishness and obsessiveness and loving people as objects or means to an end. obviously, you have the big examples like gideon for mabel and giffany for soos, but every time both sets of the pines twins have butted heads, it’s usually been because of that too. just in like, a different way.

stan and mabel are both relying on dipper and ford to stay anchored to them forever to secure their happiness, and even though it’s a totally okay thought to have and dipper and ford weren’t in too much of a rush to consider their feelings, it’s a bandaid solution at best! dipper ends up NOT leaving because that’s the right thing for them but it’s not totally because the pines twins are a “set of two” who can’t be separated. it’s a decision they make mutually! mabel even says that she would be okay with dipper taking the apprenticeship, she just needed a minute to be frustrated!

and then of course you have stan and ford where stan leaving ford meant stan would lose his only friend, but even in their adult years, they clearly still love each other (ford and stan both apologizing profusely every time they land a devastating enough hit) but their selfish desire to have the other admit they’re the “villain”, to have a scapegoat to blame a whole series of factors on, overtakes them and buries that love. even as old men they’re still trying to get something out of the other before anything else (ford’s house and name, stan’s “thank you”). stan and ford want to love each other deep down so badly but this giant means to an end is in the way

you even see that sort of motif with characters like dipper and pacifica, where dipper’s crush on wendy almost always has negative results because, not only can it never be due to the age gap, but every time he tries to court her, it’s usually in the way a prize is to be won. he makes an itemized list of a process that is “guaranteed” to impress wendy, he literally brakes the laws of space time just so robbie won’t date her (as if one single snow cone is keeping him from his success), gets a job at the pool just so he can hang out with her, and jumps at the opportunity to prove robbie is evil. etc etc. and with pacifica it’s clear that her parents’ love is very transactional and conditional. if EVEN that.

so the fact that book of bill is setting up bill to be like a clingy ex to ford- more than that, it’s setting up ford to be the only human bill cares about THIS much! it feels like the ultimate way to tie bill to that theme of how love can harm as much as it can heal. like, he’s always been an obstacle to the pines’ happy ending, but this way, we see his reaction to love in his psyche play out, and you understand why he’s the opposite and obstacle to the pines. the stan twins hurt each other and it takes an entire show’s worth of growth for them to fix it. gideon hurt mabel but him letting dipper and the group into her bubble proves he’s willing to change. bill hurt ford and he throws a temper tantrum and denies everything, trying to use force to get things back to the way they were because in his own twisted way he really does love and care for ford. i’m sure even a traumatized millenia old dream demon could change but for now bill doesn’t! and that kinda makes him and ford’s relationship the perfect tie in to the themes in the show

[paulyenvol6]

Something To Cry Over

Dark!Joel x female!reader

Okay so it took me some time but here's finally part two and it's losely based on this request. Very dark and very angsty but I hope you're gonna like it. Enjoy :)

Part 1

Contains: smut, rape, non-con/dub-con, angst, trauma, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, crying, sort of dacryphilia, Joel getting off on reader's discomfort and pain, size kink, implied age gap (because of part 1 of this story), dirty talk, Joel appearing to be sort of gentle but still fucking reader without her consent, very dark themes, Joel referring to himself as daddy, pet names (honey, babygirl, angel), forced creampie,Joel ignoring reader, detailed description of fear and pain

Don't read if you feel uncomfortable with any of these themes!

Wordcount: 9,734

Masterlist

You were so much more aware of the chirping of the birds now.

And there was an obvious reasons, of course.

You didn't talk at all, your hands in your front pockets, your posture hunched over and your eyelids twitching whenever Joel made a sudden movement or even just cleared his throat.

At first, you had tried to hide how terrified you were of him, but what did it matter? Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of showing him how he had broken you? You believed that he wanted to see how miserable you were and figuring that you would be better off if he was content, you pretty quickly stopped fighting the urge to flinch when he abruptly turned around to you.

That night that was a surreal dream to you, a nightmare that haunted you every step you took and perhaps it was a reaction of your mind to process the trauma, but when you looked back – and you did, every minute and every hour of the day – you weren't the victim. You were a slient observer of the scene, forced to watch his evil crimes and every twitch and jolt of your body. You had to relive your sobs, the memory of his hand wrapping around your neck to cut off your air supply, but somehow it wasn't you in your memory. Not that it made things easier in any way.

You had hoped that to deal with the memory you would be able to forget it and stuff it in the most hidden corner of your brain but pictures appeared before you not only when you closed your eyes. It was with you all the time, making you cry out at the most inconvenient times but still, had there not been the aching pain between your thighs, you almost would have believed that Joel hadn't done it to you, but to another girl whose heartbreaking fate you had been forced to watch. Your brain seemed to refuse to accept the fact that you had been violated.

Joel on the other hand was exactly the way he was before. Grumpy, silent and sullen, but the only difference was that you didn't annoy him any more because you didn't raise your voice unless he specifically asked you to speak. In those moments your heart was racing, your eyes unable to look at his face and your insides clenching so hard, it knocked all of the air out of your lungs. You barely managed to bring out a word and if you did it was incomprehensable stuttering that Joel reacted to with a roll of his eyes or an annoyed sigh and in the end he always just picked up his speed leaving you - who was in tears at this point - a few feet behind. You hated everything and you were scared of everything.

Whereas you used to observe the beautiful nature around you with big eyes, in awe of the cold and clear water you used to enjoy dipping your toes in even when Joel had literally dragged you away from the river with the complaint that the two of you still had a lot of miles before you, you now bleakly and silently walked behind Joel, afraid to even just kick a stone with your feet.

What if he punished you again? What if he punished you for the slightest mistake, or even just for doing something he disliked for some strange reason? What if he pinned you down in the middle of the woods and abused your pussy like he did four nights ago, just to 'teach you a lesson'? Or what if he decided that wasn't enough this time and murdered you in cold blood? You simply couldn't risk angering him.

"Y/n."

You froze, your eyes springing wide open and your heart jumping at the rough sound of his voice. Everything about him was rough and hard, the substance of his words, his skin, the way his face had tensed up when he had looked at you that night.

You cringed in disgust when you felt a hand on your shoulder slightly tugging you backwards and it felt like each of his thick fingers was slicing into your flesh like shards of jagged steel.

"We're gonna make our camp here," he said watching your profile.

You nodded, your face turning pale at his proximity. Ever since that night he seemed to radiate something, a coldness or a danger that evoked the need to flee in you. Your feet wanted to carry your body away from him to safety where he couldn't find you, your muscles clenching in alarm and your nerves prickling with the urge to run away even though you had nowhere to go. It was a primal survival instinct because now that you knew what he was capable of, being alone with him in the woods felt like your worst nightmare.

"Okay," you breathed averting his gaze and then the tension in your body faded, your shoulders dropping and the air finally leaving your lungs when he turned around to start pitching the tent.

The nights were always the worst. Because in the dark, when you sought safety in the tiny excuse of a home you had found in your sleeping bag, you believed that the greatest danger was lying right next to you. Joel's assault had been four nights ago and since then you had never slept before midnight. Before his breath wasn't steady and his chest wasn't rising and falling evenly you didn't even consider allowing yourself to drift off to sleep. And even when you were absolutely sure that Joel was fast asleep, you still couldn't enter the world of dreams.

Perhaps part of you was afraid that what awaited you when you entered the land of dreams was so terrible that you preferred the silence of the tent, but your biggest fear was obviously that he might harm you in your sleep. The fact was that you were sleeping an estimated 3 hours a night and the effects were starting to show. You were miserable even though you probably also would have been without the sleep deprivation.

Every day you begged the sun to stay in the sky a little longer and not touch the horizon, because you knew what was coming. You would be faced with being so close to Joel again, his scent, that mixture of leather and wood and something that smelled of copper, so prominent in your nose that you would be reminded all over again of him on top of you, his face pressed against your cheek so that you had no choice but to inhale his odour. But the sun never complied and so you had to enter this tent night and night again just praying that Joel was too tired to even look at you.

And just like today you sat with your back pressed to the wall of the tent, your arms wrapped around your knees that were tucked against your torso.

Your eyes were timid and shy, flickering over him in fright of what he might do and your fingertips were restless, relentlessly picking or scratching over the hem of your hoodie. You had already eaten in silence, of course, and now it was time to go to bed but just like every night Joel read a little before trying to fall asleep and just like every night you refused to lay down before he hadn't closed his eyes.

In the first night after that day he had frowned, his eyes cold despite the way you had sobbed and he had put his book down a little.

'What are you doin'? You need sleep.' You had moved your head, a strange combination of nodding and shaking and then slightly crouched against the wall, but when you had done it again the night after, Joel had simply ignored it. The only problem was the cold that was always creeping up on you without the comforting sleeping bag and today was no difference. Goose bumps started to appear on your arms after a few minutes, and even though you hadn't taken your hoodie off for four days it wasn't much help against the cutting chilliness.

Your hold around your own body tightened, your chin resting on your arms while you counted the seconds. You had caught yourself doing that a lot in the past few days and somehow it had developped into a calming habit of yours that you did whenever your heatbeat was thudding in your ears a little too loudly.

The air in the tent was quiet and tense, the only sounds being your breaths and the chirping and growling of a few distant birds and other various animals whose company you would choose over Joel's any time but of course he wouldn't allow it.

Your eyes were on him at all times, almost like an eagle spying on its prey, except that you were in no position to pose a threat to him. The night after the assault you had weighed it in your head of course. Jumping on him in the night and wrapping your hands around his neck to squeeze until he was dead… Who could blame you for these thoughts? But you had never acted upon them, the fear of failing and having him punish you, or worse, kill you, being too great and maybe it made you weak or idiotic but you only played it out in your mind.

"Y/n."

No, no, no. He isn't supposed to talk to me.

Your breath hitched in your throat, a chill that certainly wasn't caused by the cold spreading across your back and your stomach painfully knotting as paralyzation came upon you. He was supposed to read in silence and ignore your eyes on him until he decided to sleep and then the next day would go exactly the same way.

This was… wrong and strange and it scared you.

"Y/n," he said a littler louder and the sound seemed to shoot through your body, gripping you from inside and making your face tense as your bent body turned away from him, your eyes squeezing shut like you expected a hit on your cheek.

"Jesus fuckin' christ…," you heard him mumble and the next thing you perceived was the rustling of his sleeping bag.

"N-No, please," you sobbed burying your face in your hands as you curled into a ball, the fear of his intentions making the world tilt beneath you.

"Lay the fuck down. Can't have you peering at me like that all the goddamn time. S'fuckin' annoying."

An uncomprimising hand reached for you and wrapped around your bicep and before you could even attempt to protest you were on your back, his hot breath lingering on your neck.

"N-No," you said again, a lot quieter and weaker now because your body and mind had turned numb. Your fingers curled into claws, ready to fight back and desperate to grasp at something to defend yourself, but it was more of an instinctiv reaction of your body because your mind was elsewhere.

It seemed to scream and race in neverending circles of panic and stress, fresh memories coming to the surface but they were only brief pictures and impressions of past moments. You couldn't think straight and soon you weren't even sure whether you were awake or not or even worse, if you were dead and this was what hell looked like. Raw fear made your fists repeatedly bump to the ground like you would hit Joel by chance but when his hands took hold of your wrists he was quick to press them against your stomach.

"Shhh," he made against your earlobe, the tears and wetness on your skin invisible to him in the dim light, but your whimpers and cries echoing against the tent walls.

Along with the howling of an owl nearby it was the only noise out here which almost made Joel think that it could attract infected or raiders so he pressed a hand on your mouth even though it only intensified your protests.

"S'okay. Calm yourself."

Of course his words had no effect on you and even if they had fought their way through your upset mind, perhaps they only were evidence that he was about to abuse you. You were captured in a panic-stricken haze, your body trembling and shivering with pure terror and it almost looked like you suspected that these were your last breaths. Joel found that he had no choice but to shut you up with cold-headed action so his grip on your mouth became more firm and he brought a hand to your back to turn you on your side and pull you to his chest.

You screamed, of course you did and to not have to look into your eyes that were round with alarm he rested his chin on your forehead waiting through your panic attack with closed eyes and a pounding heart. He counted and was at 478 when your body seemed to weaken.

Joel knew how terrible this was. He knew what he was putting you through right now, leaving you no choice but to face your greatest fears, but he was tired of your attitude, jerking away at every sudden step, or sitting in the tent like a goddamn statue made of marble while he tried to enjoy one of the few moments of peace during these hard days. And since nothing had seemed to change within you over the last three days he was going to try something different now.

"S'okay," he whispered against your hair, his hand on your mouth losening because the whines that now left your throat were quiet and croaked.

Perhaps a little part of him felt sorry and wanted to be gentle with you just for the purpose of feeling less mean but he wasn't sure. Maybe it was just him that seeked a little comfort by being close to another person's body.

His shirt was damp, soaked by your tears and other bodily fluids of yours but he had given you no choice but to leave them on his clothes. Your body was still moving, squirming whenever he drew a lazy circle over the small of your back but he considered the fact that you had quieted down a success although you might have just grown exhausted of fighting.

"No…," you whispered again, your clenched fists nestling underneath your chin.

"Yes. Just relax, alright? I got you."

"No," you said louder, jerking away, but he pressed his heavy palm into your spine, making it impossible for you to move an inch.

"I said relax. Don't you make a fuckin' scene now, little one."

Joel felt another wave of tears drenching his shirt but he waited patiently, his breath steady and heavy and his gaze ahead into space although he darted down at you every now and then to check if your crying was beginning to die down. When it eventually did, his right hand that wasn't resting on your back connected with your head, cradling it softly and his thumb trailing over your hairline.

"Just need ya to relax…," Joel murmured over and over again like a mantra hoping that his words would reach and move something in you.

He didn't even know what the fuck he was doing. If he was actually comforting you or making everything worse and what he even intended to do. He had initially pulled your body to rest here with him just because there had been a voice in his head telling him to, but now… he almost felt helpless.

So he just lay with his hold on you, whispering sweet nothings until he felt that you were relaxed.

"S'right…," he whispered, softly smirking when he watched you blink a few times like you had just woken from a dream.

He had drawn away a little to observe your face and now couldn't help himself and curled a strand of your hair around his finger letting it drop once your alerted eyes widened. You looked so pretty that his heart painfully contracted and fuck yes, he was an awful human being and completely fucked in the head but something about the way you looked so small and whiny only enhanced theses desires.

"Let me go," you sobbed, your head having dropped down the second he had drawn away from you and now your tears were spilling on his sleeping bag.

"No."

It was him who said that word this time, his face not even softening at your soul-tearing glistening droplets of tears.

"P-Please…"

Joel ignored you and instead focused on caressing the side of your head, applying enough pressure to soothe your scalp without risking any pain. For a moment you lashes fluttered, the muscles in your chin uncontrollably twitching, but after another whine that sounded like you were in discomfort you actually slightly relaxed in his arms. Although your lids trembled your eyes remained shut and apart from a quiet whimper every now and then you were still like a doll in his hold and Joel allowed himself to deeply inhale in relief.

"Good girl," his husky voice purred, examining you precisely but no reaction showed in your face.

There was no way of telling whether you had heard him, but at the same time you couldn't be asleep yet as your fingers were still tightly digging into the palms of your own hands.

Joel waited. Although his face was at peace looking almost as if he was about to allow himself to doze off his thoughts were racing. He gulped loudly to fight the lump in his throat and then his chest heaved as he took another deep breath.

"Open your eyes," Joel commanded, and they shot open instantly.

You truly looked like a terrified little puppy, he found, your eyes big and glossy and your lips forming a small pout. But those beautiful lips pressed together when he suddenly brought a hand to the side of your neck.

"You look pretty."

A twitch of your eyelids. Your eyes were swollen and red, sore from all your crying and now there was something tired in there as well. Good. Maybe you wouldn't be able to resist that much when you were on the verge of falling asleep. Your skin underneath your eyes was flushed as well and seeing traces of tears glistening in the dim light made him lean in to gently kiss it. You almost didn't react at all, the flinching and following shake of your head the only sign that you were comprehending what was happening around you.

"Please," you pleaded but had closed those pretty eyes again.

"I said open," Joel barked and pursed his lips once you did. "I will be gentle with you, babygirl. If you do as I say."

Your bottom lip was quivering and so Joel connected his thumb with it to soothe your frightened body. He rubbed it tenderly, making his nail lightly graze over your plump lip until the trembling died down.

"It's okay… I will be soft with you, little one… Just take what I give you and listen to me an' s'gonna be fine."

"Please, no," you quietly whispered, your voice so broken that Joel knew that your resistance wouldn't pose any difficulties.

"Yes. M'gonna make you feel good as well. How does that sound, babygirl?"

He moved in his sleeping bag, crawling closer to you until he could slide his arm around your waist.

"How about I'm gonna go down on you and have a taste of your perfect 'lil cunt until I have her beggin' for me?"

Your face dropped, a few silent sobs going past your lips but you didn't answer. You just lay stiff like a wooden plank feeling his fingers dig into the flesh of your waist through the fabric of your hoodie, his other hand still caressing and tracing your lips and chin like he wanted his touch to be carved into your face for all time. Joel watched you with one corner of his mouth curled until he drew back, his hands reaching for your face to cradle it.

"How 'bout we take this off? Give daddy a 'lil show?"

You choked on a cry and shook your head, sad eyes pleading for him to stop and spare you but he couldn't. He needed you right now and although he knew it wasn't fair fucking you although he had told you he was going to use sex as a punishment in the future and you truthfully hadn't done anything wrong in the past days he just couldn't crawl away from you now and leave you untouched. Every tendon and muscle was drawn to you, yearning to feel the softness of your skin underneath his touch and first and foremost it was his cock desiring to be snug in your perfect tight pussy again.

So Joel who actually still had something of a conscience, swallowed the slight sourness that had crept up in his throat over the last few minutes and continued, listening only to his body and its wants.

It was a fucked up world, where every day he woke up not knowing if there would be a tomorrow. Nothing was certain, nothing was safe so he might as well take what he wanted as long as he had the chance to. And you… he simply couldn't get enough of you. A sweet and delicate creature that looked so perfect beneath him. A beautiful sight in his ugly world and something that he was able to control while everything else in his life had slipped out of his hands over the past 20 years. He could keep you. Of course, there was still a chance that he would lose you as well, but if that happened, he would most likely be by your side and die as well, so it was better to keep you close.

Joel knew he was an asshole and that thought only worsened when he glided a hand under your hoodie to grope your breast, ignoring the way your body cringed and jerked away. Your flesh felt so soft under his rough skin, so silky and warm that it was almost unreal. He gently kneaded your breast hoping that your whimpers would fade in the wind once he had heated your body up and then brushed over your nipple with his thumb. Joel's breath came out in hitches as he rolled the sensitive bud between two fingers while his palm pressed down on the swell of your breast, his lips twitching while he almost drooled over your perfect soft body.

"You feel so goddamn good, babygirl. Shouldn't hide all of that from me, mhm? Should give me access to those tits all the fuckin' time, jesus…"

A muscle in your forehead twitched and you had your eyes clenched shut - perhaps in an attempt to block out the misery. But that wasn't what Joel wanted at all so he pinched your other nipple, evoking a beautiful long whine in you. Now he had your attention again and Joel seized the opportunity to lean in for a kiss on your lips even though you didn't move an inch and he devoured a stiff cold pair of lips.

After a second or two he pushed you back, applying additional pressure by bringing a hand to your shoulder until you lay on your back. Then he grabbed the hem of your hoodie, thanking god that you didn't wear anything else underneath and shoved it up your body disapprovingly grunting at the way your tiny hands scratched at his wrists. He wouldn't have guessed that you still had so much energy but of course despite your efforts there was nothing you could do to stop him. Your nails probably would leave a mark but he didn't mind the pain, pushing your sweater up until it was around your head and then taking it completely off. Your arms hadn't cooperated of course, your hands clinging to each other to make it impossible for him to undress you, but Joel had firmly squeezed your underarms and delivered a sharp smack across your chest that had made you howl in pain and he had used the moment of surprise to roughly shove it over your head.

"It's okay, honey," he then instantly comforted you, softly rubbing where he had hit you and watched your glistening tears that reflected the soft light radiated by an oil lamp in the corner. There was something beautiful and poetic about the little drops of tears and something that made his stomach coil so deliciously and although he would have to soothe you now and wait before he could proceed, he didn't regret his action for a single moment.

"You see what happens when you don't play by my rules? It doesn't have to hurt, little one… You don't have to put yourself through this if you just do as I say…"

Your torso was now bare on display for him and he shamelessly regarded every inch and every curve that he could reach with his eyes in the almost dark tent. The sensitive skin of your breasts had turned pink where his palm had come down hard to hit you and you shivered when Joel traced the mark of his hand.

"A shame that you're gettin' all angsty 'n' scared when I hit ya. 'Cause you're lookin' so goddamn pretty with my mark on you. You see?"

Your lashes fluttered and when you understood his words, your gaze dropped  to where his large hand was splayed out on top of your body.

"Take off your pants now. C'mon, show me that ya can do somethin' on your own."

Joel peeled his sleeping bag down his legs until he kicked it off with his feet while your hands fumbled with the waistband of your sweatpants. But before your shaky hands could even attempt to open the bow he was already done, watching your profile with lifted eyebrows.

"Need me to do it?"

Your franctic pupils dilated, almost doubling in size and when he saw goosebumps rising on your arms he connected his hand with your cheek, soft and gentle in contrast to the terrified look on your face. Joel's thumb lightly touched the corner of your mouth, his other hand gripping your waist and he remained in that position until your squirming stopped, a pair of wide, anxious eyes waiting for any danger or violence emanating from him.

"Relax. Everything's gonna be better if you relax."

He leaned towards you glancing past the way you flinched and then kissed your hairline, his stubby beard brushing against your forehead.

"I don't wanna hurt ya, baby. I wanna make you feel good tonight but I can't do that if you're all jumpy and resistant jerkin' away from me. Don't wanna drag ya back all the time. You understand me?"

He kissed his way down to your earlobe.

"I don't have all the patience in the world, angel. If you're not gonna be good I'll have to make you 'n' I think you ain't gonna like that."

Despite the harsh content of his words, his voice sounded soft. Way too soft, but the quietness seemed to have at least a small impact on you or perhaps it was just that he was so slow with you that you assumed he was letting you off the hook for tonight, because you took a deep breath and if Joel wasn't completely wrong you were trembling a little less now.

"Good girl," he praised and traveled with his hands to your waistband.

His fingers were much more certain and skilful than yours and within seconds he had opened your sweatpants and pulled them down your body until they stopped at your feet.

"Kick 'em off, will ya?"

While you obeyed his command Joel took off his shirt as the air in the tent had gotten hot and stuffy and he carelessly tossed it behind him. For a brief moment he thought about tying you up with it so he wouldn't have to bother with all of your kicking and writhing when he fucked you, but he chose not to. He intended to be soft with you tonight, yes, but he also didn't mind a little bit of a fight if need be.

You didn't wear any underwear which was more than convenient and so Joel had instant access to what he craved so badly. He hadn't tasted you yet but desired to change that as soon as possible, so he crawled to lay on top of you, his knees kicking your legs apart and his hands coming up to pin your arms down.

Big doe eyes looked up at him from under the lashes, making it even harder for Joel to breathe and he felt his cock grow to extreme proportions. The itchy fabric of his jeans brushed against your naked thighs as he parted them further and you had no choice but to spread them for him, his muscular legs preventing you from having control over what was happening to your own body.

"There she is…," Joel growled, clearly not bothering to hide how badly he wanted you.

"Is she still all sore from last time? Don't ya worry, daddy's gonna make it better. Gonna treat her so nicely she's gonna forget all about the pain…"

His eyes were fixed on your cunt while you nervously glanced at him, unsure whether what he was saying was a good sign. How were you supposed to trust any of his promises after he had caused you so much pain and trauma? What if he got off on comforting you being all sweet and caring before ripping you apart around his cock? What if this was just another twisted power play and he simply enjoyed watching the horror on your face, your whole body quivering while you had no choice but to take what he gave you?

But you had no more time for these thoughts because Joel had slid a hand between your legs rubbing tight circles on your inner thigh and then wandering up until he cupped your sex. Your lower lip protruded, your trembling chin a threatening sign that you were about to break down once more but Joel precautionarily had pushed two fingers of his other hand past your lips to give you something to concentrate on.

"Shhh…," he cooed, observing how your eyes sprang open in surprise but then softly smiling as he felt your lips enclose around his digits.

"That's it… Suck on 'em. Make 'em all wet and slippery with your mouth."

Your eyes followed him as he clenched his teeth, but then he felt you bite lightly on his fingers as he ran his index finger down your slit, stopping at your clit to press into it. He used the palm of his hand to push your chin down, forcing you to open your jaw as his nostrils fluttered, clearly struggling not to punish you with at least a light slap.

"None of that, babygirl, alright? Told you, you're gonna get a nice treatment if you're gonna be good."

You flexed your jaw in an attempt to fight his hand that was locked in your jaw, eager not to give in and give up control over another body part of yours. Tears were burning in your eyes, your whole body wriggling, but his hand was stronger and he kept your lips separated.

"C'mon… You're that fuckin' eager to anger me? Where's your thanks for me keepin' you safe all the time 'n' helpin' you whenever you get in trouble? You know that I could just leave you behind in this forest and then you'd be taken by raiders before you could make it a mile down the river and I promise you, babygirl, they would do things to you that would make you miss my touch."

Your face still radiated defiance and stubbornness but your jaw relaxed and Joel was able to place two fingers behind your lower teeth.

"There we go…," he whispered and then even gave you the faintest hint of a satisfied smile when your lips sucked around his digits.

In the meantime he had started to rub your clit in tight circles which made your hips shift and which Joel considered a good sign. He would break you, he was sure. He would break you on a different level than he had four nights ago because he wanted you to cum solely from his touch and then you really would be his alone.

"That feel good?" he asked and just like all the times before you didn't reply - not that you could - and just let him thrust his fingers past your lips but when he pulled them out you coughed, your tense hands curled in fists that were pressed to your body.

"Answer me," Joel barked and flicked your clit to the side which caused you to whimper.

"Y-Yes," you said, but it sounded more like a cry.

You were still upset about the fact that Joel had made you express your liking for an action performed by him that you definitely didn't want when he suddenly moved down your body in one swift motion until his mouth was dangerously close to your pussy. He was quick now, eager and untamed like a wild animal and if there had been anything previously holding him back it was gone now. His eyes looked black from his pupils being so dilated but at the same time they seemed to sparkle so brightly that had you not known better you would have assumed that he was on the verge of crying as well.

Joel's face was hovering over your pussy, proudly admiring the view as though he had created the glorious masterpiece and then lowering it to lick a strip from your hole up through your folds until the tip of his tongue tapped against your clit as lightly as a feather. He stopped you from closing your legs with two large hands gripping your thighs and pinning them down so that despite your writhing and struggling, you had no chance of getting out of this situation.

Where am I even supposed to go?

You softly whined at the thought but it was drowned out by Joel's heavy breathing along with the wet sound of his tongue twirling around your bundle of nerves.

You had no one. No one who cared about you enough to pick you up in the midst of this damned forest. No one to safe you from Joel's claws and take you somewhere safe. In fact, the only person you had thought might actually give a shit about you was lying on top of you right now and was abusing your body because he happened to have found a liking in you or got off on your distaste for his touch. Or whatever fucked-up thing was going on in his head, it didn't matter at the end of the day. You just hoped that he would cum as quickly as possible, be satisfied and then leave you alone at night for the next few days.

Joel now ravenously licked your clit, sucking it into his mouth every now and then and in the way your breathing became louder he was soon to realise that you began to enjoy what he was doing. At least he hoped so. You fought it, of course you did. You seemingly refused to let show that his touch could have anything sensual or even pleasant about it but it became undeniable when you fingers pressed into your palms with more force, your knuckles turning white and your hips moving slightly to create more friction. You were beginning to like it and it only motivated Joel further.

"Stop Joel. Stop, please, I… Please. I don't…"

Sensing that your body reacted to the play of his tongue you panicked and your priority was to push him off you, curl up in your sleeping bag and close your eyes until you could no longer hear, feel or smell him. You couldn't like it. Your body couldn't heat up at the flick of his tongue against your clit and you most certainly couldn't feel the need to moan for him.

"It's okay, babygirl," he whispered, running a hand over your bare thigh until it came to a stop at the top of it. "I know you enjoy it and you can. Just close you eyes 'n' take a deep breath for me."

"No. No, Joel, I can't – I, please – you need to – " Your pleas were silenced when the hand on your thigh suddenly moved to your mouth and he muffled you again with two fingers.

"It's okay. It's okay to like, there ain't no reason to panic. Daddy's gonna make you feel very good and I promise you you're gonna be very happy once I'm done with ya."

You moaned something incomprehensable before Joel slowly, as if to test whether you would freak out again, removed his hand.

"C'mon now. Wanna hear you moan for me, I know you want to."

Lips tightly pressed, you cried out, but clearly tried your best not to make a lot of noise, instead narrowed your eyes as if that was a way to escape this situation. Joel moved his thumb to your clit, running it over the underside of the sensitive little nub so his tongue was free to explore more of your pulsating pussy. You were undeniably wet by now, his mouth able to taste your arousal on his tongue as his nose was able to smell it.

And you tasted godly. Heavenly. Even more perfect than he had imagined in his head. If he could he would taste you for breakfast and lunch and dinner every day until he would get tired of it which surely would never happen. And then there was your soft and flushed skin that Joel simply couldn't get enough of as he soothingly caressed your thighs only to reach up to cup your breasts every now and again. Your nipples felt harder every time so of course you were enjoying this. He rolled one bud between his thumb and index finger which made you gasp, your hands desperately curling and then uncurling which Joel was quick to notice.

"Ya can grab my hair, angel. Can hold on to it."

You didn't react which didn't surprise him. Instead he solely focused on your beautiful little pussy which he couldn't believe was real. You were warm and soft, your juices sticky and sweet and Joel had to slurp it all up. He produced obscene sounds that uncomfortably rang in your ears because it was brutal evidence of the wetness pooling between your legs.

"You taste so goddamn good, honey, fuck…"

Joel could clearly see and feel your struggles in the way you jerked away, yet at the same time, your hips occasionally buckled to create more pressure - and then there were your eyes, glistening with fear, as you failed to understand what was happening to you or your body. Your mind refused and resisted but your body craved something else that only Joel could give you. And this disconnect drove you insane, as evidenced by the fact that you were unable to put a coherent sentence together, instead mumbling and stuttering mindless words that Joel had to make sense of in his head.

"Joel. I – fuck, I… I can't do this please…"

"You can, babygirl. You're doin' so well right now an' if you only let me I'll make you feel so good you're never gonna want me to stop."

You suddenly shrieked feeling pressure on your hole and it took your mushy mind a second to understand what was happening. Joel was easing two of his thick and long fingers into your quivering pussy and once he was inside just with the tips you already squealed, arching underneath him. He sensed that you were still sore, your bruised walls rejecting the intrusion but he ignored you. If he actually intended to make you feel good it would be much less painful if he started by scissoring you open and making you adjust to his fingers instead of entering you with his thick cock without a lot of preparation.

To distract you from the ache he kept his mouth on your clit, kissing and devouring it like a lover would and soon your skin underneath his left hand seemed to burn and buzz with pleasure. You were enjoying it and Joel triumphantly pressed a tender kiss to your pearl like he wanted to reward you.

"Good fuckin' girl," he growled peeking up your body like a predator, his heart pounding in his chest at the way you were writhing, your body bending with both pleasure and pain but his own body too strong to allow you to move more than in inch.

It was an animalistic and primal pride, the knowledge that he could manhandle you however he pleased, whether it was pinning you down or forcing you to your knees. You were in his grasp, you were his. You were so much smaller, so soft and delicate and Joel savoured this imbalance. He savoured the way his strong arms caged your body beneath his, keeping you down with a single hand splayed across your belly and his hand large enough to grab both of your wrists and pin them down over your head. And there was nothing you were able to do about it and he knew how fucked up this was, how much he would probably suffer in hell for it, but he liked that thought. The thought that he was able to feast from you, take as much as he wanted to with you fighting and resisting but eventually losing to his strength.

"I want ya to cum for me. All over my face."

Another shake of your head. Quiet 'no's left your mouth, your body already twitching but you were yet to give in and let pleasure wash over you.

"Don't worry, hon. Don't worry, c'mon…," he purred, grabbing your hands and allowing you to wrap them around his big fingers which you took advantage of. He felt as though he might burst at the sight of your whole hand holding on to his thumb, the size difference driving him to the brink of madness, but he pulled himself together, his main goal being to make you cum for him.

"Just let go… I got you and I promise you it's gonna be worth it. Just trust me an' let go… I know you want to, babygirl… I know it aches so bad and you just wanna feel better and you will, I promise."

You cried out again, Joel almost fearing to have lost you now, but then your thighs started to tremble, your back arched off the ground and you tightened your grip around his thumb. Croaked moans and sobs left your mouth, probably tears of joy mixed with real ones, and then you inhaled deeply as you collapsed onto your back.

"That's it… Jesus fuckin' christ, that's it… That's a good girl… Mhm yes… you liked that?"

He didn't mind the fact that you were too fucked out to answer him because he was self-satisfied enough. Joel drew back his two fingers that had served their purpose to open you up and licked them clean before doing the same to your cunt. He let his tongue swirl around your throbbing and swollen clit, eliciting a long moan from you, but like every other moment tonight he ignored your complaints with the conviction that he knew what was good for you.

Joel almost felt regretful once he was done devouring every last droplet of your sweet juices on his tongue and made a mental note to himself to eat you out every morning from now on. And you would surely grow to like it. Even if your mind hated it and wished he would die, you had just orgasmed so your body was in fact able to cooperate with him.

He grinned to himself while pressing one last goodbye kiss to your clit, gently stroking your thigh at the way you wriggled, and then crawled up to you, one knee keeping your legs open and a hand pushing you back by your shoulder. He took his time observing your face, smirking at the flush in your cheeks, a small part of him mourning the remains of your tears and brushing with his hand over your chin where a drop of saliva had run down your skin.

"Oh my sweet girl…," Joel cooed softer than you had ever heard him and then slightly tilted your head as if he was actually examining you.

"You're perfect, ya know that? And you just shown me what a good 'lil girl you can be for me. Think ya can do that again?"

Your pupils hectically danced over his face, unable to make out his expression in the dim light so it was panic that you felt, making the blood in your veins freeze. His firm grip on you became more determined before you could even attempt to shake your head.

"I know ya can do it. You're not as hard and tough as you act, mhm? I know you just wanna feel good and trust me, angel, I'mma help you. Know you just need your daddy to take care of you 'n' I will."

His voice was quiet but deep against your brow, his Texan accent even more showing now that he was turned on. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your temple and then groped your breasts, kneading them tenderly and if you hadn't been so aware of his presence you would have been incapable of believing that those were Joel Miller's rough and carved hands.

"You're mine, baby and I protect what's mine. I'm gonna keep you safe from whoever might wanna harm you, I promise. You're my little flower and you're gonna be protected and taken care of."

He mouthed 'mine' once more, his jaw clenched and his face almost drawn with anger and then reached down to his belt which also marked the moment when you officially gave up.

Joel noticed it a little later, specifically when he freed his thick cock and ran the tip through your folds, teasingly rubbing against your clit and hole and frowning in surprise when he realised that you didn't react at all.

"Take a few deep breaths with me, alright love? You're just gonna relax and focus on your breathing an' focus on me… Keep your eyes on me and just loosen up. It's okay, I got ya."

The muscles in your chin twitched, the quiet evidence of your fear only showing in your eyes and their infinite depth but you actually opened your mouth to let some careful shaky breaths in.

"Yeah, there you go, sweetheart… Knew you can listen just nicely… Now relax. Relax your hips 'n' stomach so I can fuck you nicely and it won't hurt no more, mhm? S'what you want too, babygirl."

He trailed a hand down your side resting on your hip to squeeze gently, the amount of pressure just enough to remind you to listen to his voice. And then Joel felt you relax underneath his hand, your chest heaving steadily and your abdominal muscles soft and slackened.

"Good girl, yeah… Now daddy can take you real nice."

He circled your entrance with the fat tip of his dick, whispering sweet words of praise in your ear so you remained calm and then entered you when he felt that it was the right moment. Obviously your hips buckled at the discomfort because despite the wetness and you being relatively at ease, he was still incredibly thick and your walls hadn't entirely recovered from the rough treatment four nights ago yet. Joel was patient and sweet with you, giving you as much time to adjust as you needed while running his hand through your hair.

"You took it all, babygirl," he hummed, his voice thick with restrain and primal lust. "You see? And it's gonna be better soon, just breathe f'me. One breath after the other… Just don't fight it, s'only gonna get worse if you do. Just lay still and focus on me… 'Cause I'm here to take care of my sweet girl."

You coughed and then inhaled deeply like you had just been about to drown. Joel exhaled seeing the cold sweat that had broken across your forehead, your shivering hands clasping his bicep and your eyebrows drawing together, but he was ready to take his time with you. This was what he wanted after all. Rewarding you, helping you and taking care of you to show you what it meant to be his.

"Listen to my voice. It's alright, baby. I'm right here…"

"Hurts," you managed to choke out and shifted your hips in discomfort, bruises from four nights ago that you had completely forgotten about aching now that his massive length was snug inside you pressing against and stretching your walls so intensely that it knocked the air out of your lungs.

"I know… I know. But we'll move when you're ready. Ugh uhm. Look at me, angel. S'gonna be better that way."

He cupped your chin until you opened your eyes, rewarding you with a kiss on your nose as your half-litted eyes caught sight of his frame.

"Atta girl… Breathe for me… Slow and steady…"

You found that you had no choice but to obey and so despite your racing heart and the fact that you felt that the pain only worsened whenever you let your muscles unwind, you listened to his voice that was so quiet and soft but so commanding and dominant at the same time.

"Yes," you whimpered which earned you a smile from Joel and then you lay still with your trembling body being the only proof of your discomfort until he connected his large hand with your cheek again, running his gaze up and down your frightened face.

"How does it feel, mhm?"

"S'better," you truthfully answered because you believed the pulsating pressure you felt in your lower belly was the only thing left from the aggressive sorrow.

"Good. So daddy's gonna fuck you now but I'm gonna go nice 'n' slow and take my time while you just keep still and let me fill ya. How does that sound?"

You slightly nodded, but dropped your gaze to where your bodies were connected.

"Lemme hear your sweet voice, c'mon."

"Yes. Okay."

Your voice was soft and cautious, like a rabbit carefully approaching a wolf to see if he would pose a threat.

Joel propped himself on his left elbow that was resting next to your head while his other hand was busy brushing over your hip bone and drawing random patterns into your flesh with his thumb. Then he slowly pulled back, watching your face contort with his mouth agape, cursing as he thrust back into you, filling you to the brim.

"Fuckin' christ… See how goddamn well you're takin' me?"

You had sucked your bottom lip into your mouth to bite down on something and perhaps surpress a cry, but you nodded again which was enough for Joel to start fucking you at a steady pace. He didn't go fast but deep, making you feel every thrust so intensely that you dumbly stared up to him, stunned with the way you seemed to feel him with every fibre and nerve of your body.

He checked on you every few moments, touching your cheek to remind you to give him your tired eyes and whispering sweet nothings in your ear that you could only respond to with a shake or nod of your head. Joel, on the other side was as vocal as he had been the first time only that this time he didn't degrade you. No, had you not been so weak and drowsy you would have found that this was a different human being. He was an asshole and you hated him so much that fire burned in your lungs, but you couldn't deny that he was good at this stuff. Talking to you like he actually cared about you or promising you things that he wouldn't keep.

Taking care of you? Was this taking care of you? Fucking you and doing things to your body that you didn't want? Using you for his liking and being completely ignorant about your wishes? You hated him so much that you wanted to bite down hard on his shoulder, but you were too weak anyway, the rolling of his hips draining every ounce of strength from you.

Also, your brain was dizzy and mushy, thoughts lingering behind your forehead that you just weren't able to catch and so you moaned in frustration. The next thing you felt more clearly than anything else was new friction against your clit. Joel's hand that had rested on your hip had glided between your legs once more and he had started to roll your clit back and forth under his fingertip. You wanted to close your legs at the overstimulation but his hips hindered you and you had no choice but to lay flat while he did with you the way he desired to.

Growing closer to his orgasm Joel picked up the speed a little, panting loudly and feeling drops of sweat trickle down from his forehead onto you and soon his movement on your clit became sloppy and lazy just like the thrusts in your pussy.

"I need ya to cum again. Need to feel you clench around me, angel. C'mon, cum for daddy again. Give it to daddy…"

He went deep, his balls slapping against your cunt with every plunge which created sinful noises and then he actually managed to make you fall apart a second time tonight. A high squeak left your dry throat, your whole body curling and bending and your arms coming up to squeeze his shoulders.

"Joel. Fuck, I… Oh my god, I…"

Your eyes and mouth were open as you stared up to the ceiling of the tent as though the reason for this most divine kind of pleasure could be found there, but in truth the real reason was lying on top of you right now, wheezing like these were his last breaths and then growling like an animal as his cum filled you up.

"Oh fucking hell, god… Ughhh fuck…"

Joel had collapsed on top of you and now made no attempt to be careful with you, pressing you down with all his body weight.

"Jesus…," he moaned and you felt his hot breath lingering at your chin.

You had your eyes closed because at this point you were too exhausted to make any kind of effort and you were sure you couldn't open them even if Joel would tell you to, but fortuntately he was way too powerless to command you anything. You could hear his heavy breathing and feel his loud, fast heartbeat slowing down over the next few minutes. Only once he was calm again did he roll off you, took his side to your left and crawled into his sleeping bag to warm up his body that had gotten cold after this intense high. Joel deeply sighed, glancing at you once he was comfortable and smirking at your small adorable frame.

"You good, babygirl?" he whispered, bringing a hand to your cheek as you didn't answer him.

He traced your cheekbone for a while before asking you again and this time your eyelids fluttered and a hum went past your parted lips.

"You're tired, sweetheart? Need some rest?"

Of course these questions wouldn't have been necessary but Joel wanted at least a slight reaction or a sign that you heard him before he let you sleep - just to make sure that he hadn't gone too far with you.

Your head moved and so did your lips, twitching like you wanted to express something that you couldn't make your mouth say.

"Yeah," you eventually whispered and curled yourself into a ball to protect yourself from the cold that was creeping up on your arms leaving a trace of goosebumps behind, but then Joel grabbed the sleeping bag that you were resting on, pulled it from under you and then pushed your feet in with gentle hands. He slid his hands behind your back, coaxing you to slip the bag underneath your body and then moving it up until your whole frame was covered and protected against the cold and dark and everything else that could pose a possible danger. Well, actually, the protection was Joel himself, who made sure that you were completely tucked in, with your chin resting on the fabric of the sleeping bag, and then proceeded to cover himself again as well.

Once he had settled next to you, comfortably lying on his side so the two of you were facing each other, he noticed that you were asleep so Joel planned on doing the same. He just had to feel your soft skin one last time and so he reached for you, stroked a few strands of hair behind your ear that hung in your face and then pressed his lips to your forehead, a silent and simple, yet very telling sign that he would keep you safe, come what may.

Joel's guilty conscience visited him again at the sight of your beautiful face, marked by the terrible things you had been through tonight.

Your tear-stained cheeks, your swollen nose and eyes and your bottom lip that you had bitten bloody and he didn't even want to start with the bruise he surely had left on your chest from his single slap and the one caused by his firm grip on your hip.

Joel exhaled, air that wasn't as fresh as he'd wanted it to be filling his lungs, but it did the job.

He closed his eyes, tired now too, but as he drifted off to sleep, both of your breaths in sync, he gritted his teeth, savouring your beautiful silence because perhaps it was the only thing he still owned in this broken world.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

miss raven, i must ask:

what is your opinion on the overblot monsters as a hear me out👀❓

I wasn't sure if this anon meant the Phantom designs or the OB designs themselves when they said "overblot monsters", so I decided to go ahead and drop my opinions on both things. (And if you want my opinion on the non-OB boys and non-OB boys' Phantoms... they're okay? I have no particular commentary to impart on those.)

My personal Phantoms ranking:

My favorite Phantom design is, hands down, Idia’s. I love how it is composed of shapes that closely resemble the style of the Hercules film, notably the arms and fingers. The collar and head resemble a flaring flame while the wrists seem to resemble Greek columns. But the detail I love the most is how the Phantom's arms and body seem to be made of other Phantoms' busted heads. It's really clever visual storytelling, as this tells us about how Ortho lived in Tartarus with the other Phantoms, how he wants them all to be 'friends' with Idia and the rest of the world, etc. This Phantom in of itself just has so much story significance and even seems to be alluded that the multitude of Phantoms in Tartarus yoink Idia (seen at the end of the Ignihyde CM). This Phantom also has a special physical connection to the OB boy in its design; Idia it literally hooked up to his Phantom with wires, symbolizing his close connection to it. (I didn't see something similar in the other Phantoms, but I do know in the light novel Leona is said to be attached to his Phantom by a blot chain on his ankle.)

I find the designs of Riddle, Azul, and Jamil’s Phantoms cool. They resemble their Disney inspirations, but have one or two flairs that make the designs their own. Riddle's Phantom has spade-shaped spikes protruding from its back and wields a rose tree like a hammer to deliver twisted justice. Azul's Phantom has a crown and trident, which is reminiscent of Ursula once she has robbed them from King Triton. It also has a collar that looks like coral branches jutting out and I enjoy how the ink looks like it is dripping down and forming the tentacles. Finally, Jamil's Phantom is inspired by Jafar's genie form on the torso but its lower half becomes coiled, patterned, and snake-like (like the viper form Jafar takes on when fighting Aladdin). It also has a collar unique to it.

I'm slightly disappointed with the Phantoms of Leona, Vil, and Malleus. These literally just look like the original Disney villains that they are trying to emulate, but with very few changes made to them outside of the stitches and the shape of the glass bottle heads. I do like that Vil's Phantom is the hag version of the Evil Queen (which demonstrates her inner ugliness) and how Malleus's phantom is Maleficent's dragon form (which is just cooler overall) with more exaggerated spines, but this doesn't change the fact that the designs aren't that special.

My personal OB design ranking:

I think Leona and Idia’s designs look cool for the most part.

Pretty much the only thing I dislike about Leona’s is the bare feet, which are easily ignored since the game usually only shows us the torso up. Everything else is gucci o3o)bb Slicked back hair, check! Corset that calls attention to his Dorito chip shaped-body, check! The jewelry and extra stuff tied around his waist isn't too cluttered or in the way and coordinates well color-wise. Ah, also... AND I KNOW NONW OF YOU PEOPLE WILL BELIEVE ME BUT I FEEL LIKE I AHVE TO STATE THIS FOR MY OWN SANITY. I didn't realize he was shirtless for a long ass time 😭 I JUST THOGUHT THAT MANE WAS A FLUFFY SHIRT OR CROP TOP OR SOMETHING... I know the truth now, and (at the cost of sounding like Rollo) I'm thankful that the mane exists to cover up Leona's bare chest because I do NOT wanna see that out and about.

Idia has the most "different" vibes to his design, and I have to commend him for that. He looks like some futuristic gremlin come to destroy us all, especially when his electronic mask thing simulates new expressions for him. It's neat how the new armor he's equipped with sharpens his features so he, like his Phantom, more closely resembles the art style of Hercules, and there's just enough blue to balance out the black (and same with the orange-red when he gets mad). My favorite part of OB Idia has to be the lower half; it forms a cool vortex that makes me think of the lost souls swirling around in Tartarus.

I like Riddle’s well enough, but I think it’s less of me actually enjoying the look altogether and more of me having nostalgia for it + liking the Alice in Wonderland details in it. I love the ink webbing (especially in the face and its accessories), the gradient flowers decorating his hips, and the cards spilling out. However, I will admit that the design is very busy and chaotic for the head and the lower half (and maybe that was intentional), so it's hard for my eyes to know what to focus on whenever I see OB Riddle.

Azul, Vil, and Malleus are trying but look sort of awkward in several areas:

I like the shoulders and face for Azul, but below that is all downhill; I've never been a fan of his merform, and that really comes through here. The bottom half just looks kinda unadorned (which makes sense; clothing would limit his mobility). Still... it makes most of him look really uninteresting. Not only that, but his tentacles look wrong (though this is an issue with his general merform and not specifically the OB). They're way too short and the shape and size of them makes me think of inflatable mascots outside of used car dealerships.

I appreciate that Vil's OB design gives the vibes of him wandering into an abandoned castle and fastening together an outfit from a tattered curtain, but the end result is... lacking. The halo crown looks super heavy and impractical, the chest looks sort of bland compared to everything else, the waist has these really out of place protruding... spike... things???? And then there's the slapped-on looking peacock feathers on his legs and the odd feathers to blot textured cloak.

I like all the briar incorporated into Malleus’s OB even if the details are drowned out by the excessive black, but I’m not a fan of the neon green on his horns and tail. Malleus’s most focal points—his face and chest—also look kinda weird to me?? Normally I like slicked back hair, but it looks odd and almost balding on this character. The green/green-grey color of his skin is also unflattering and makes him look like a moldy cabbage.

Jamil and Grim (?) are very confused and unappealing.

In all honesty, the individual pieces of the outfit are okay?? I like the gold accessories + how the veil the skirt flares out. The recurring diamond patterns are are an interesting way to incorporate “scales” without having actual snakeskin. The literal snake hair has potential to be cute, but I hate Hate HATE how it’s styled as a turban (poor sentient hair snakes are probably all twisted up) and the little ink goatee 💀 Combined with everything else, he is way too over-designed no matter where you look. At least everyone else has their detailed elements better spread out… I think it might have looked better if it had like 1-2 less detailed elements and eradicate the goatee.

Grim (?) is a random mishmash of traits from the other OB boys. And it looks bad (even if the point is for nothing in the design to go together well). The worst part is the humanish front legs. No further comment.

[mythica-ithaca]

the fact that I see some of y'all posting more about how important it is to vote for Biden than you ever have about Palestine just shows that you fucking "vote blue no matter who" people genuinely don't give a fuck about anyone but yourselves.

you only choose to speak up when YOUR hypothetical rights are threatened. you love to fear monger about how much hypothetically worse it would be under trump than acknowledge the actual atrocities that Biden is committing and condoning every single day. how exactly is he the "lesser" of two evils for?

do any of you actually look at the images coming out of gaza, or are you too fucking ~triggered~ to fully acknowledge other peoples suffering rather than your own. have you seen the video that came out recently of the little boy whose brain is exposed, about to be laid next to his dead family members, only to twitch and seize in his fathers arms as he screams and runs in horror to find a doctor, because his son is alive. his brain is literally falling out of his skull but he is still alive. that is one brief example of the most horrific shit you've ever seen in your life coming out daily for almost a year. how on this earth can you watch that and possibly claim that Biden is in any way shape or form "less" evil.

instead of demanding that the dnc force a different candidate, you're trying to guilt trip people who have actually seen the mutilated bodies of children on their timelines every single day and watched the press briefings of bidens administration denying genocide and defending Israel at the expense of literally everything else for the last 8 months, into voting for a man who supports it 100% and has not and will not be convinced otherwise.

this is where allowing them to push widely unpopular and centrist candidates has gotten us. it didn't work with Hillary in 2016. it BARELY worked in 2020. and hate to break it to you, but its probably not going to work again. so congrats. your "vote blue no matter who" rhetoric has got them thinking that they can push the most right leaning liberals on us and think that we'll vote for them just because they're in a blue tie instead of a red one.

if you care about democracy like you say you do, then the Democrats should be fucking TERRIFIED that you won't vote for them if they don't deliver. not constantly reassured that they can commit literal fucking genocide and still get your votes if they dangle abortion rights over your heads. you realize they see those posts too right? the ones that say "Yes! protest vote in the primary but make sure to actually vote for the guy in the general!!" like. you are literally telling them how performative your activism is.

if every election at this point is the one where democracy is on the line then we are already fucked. if they don't get it through their heads now that we will not support this shit, then every election to come will be between a fascist and a fascist who cares slightly less about whether gay people get married or not. but that's all you care about right? as long as your domestic policy is in your favor then the rest of the world can suffer at your tax dollars.

this isn't about morality voting. this is about recognizing that there is not actually a "lesser" of two evils in this situation, just because you think that the causes that you personally care about will be less affected one way or the other. because what if it was abortion rights? what catholic Joe Biden was firmly against abortion and was threatening to ban it completely and throw anyone getting or giving one in prison for murder. what if it was videos of lgbt people being slaughtered coming out every single day for a year. genuinely fucking ask yourself if you'd still be saying "vote blue no matter who" and that he's the "lesser" of two evils.

vote for whoever the fuck you want. and I do genuinely urge you to vote for the most progressive candidate you can for the house and senate and your local elections. but for the love of god, stop trying to convince people that there is, in any sense of the word, a "Lesser" evil in this situation. stop trying to absolve yourselves of the fact that you are CHOOSING evil. it's genuinely sick.

[low-budget-korra]

The lies Arcane Fandom likes to believe

Okay, I've seen a lot of awful takes in other social medias but now they are getting here too and I just can't. So I will talk abt the truth a lot of the fandom chose to ignore. And I'm saying "the truth" because different from a lot of ppl, I've actually watched the show and paid attention to the scenes.

1. Jinx is the only one who has been traumatized

Half of the worst takes about characters like Vi or Caitlyn, wouldn't exist if ppl realize that Jinx WASN'T the only one who got traumatized. Vi spent 7y getting beat up in prison, without eating properly and confined in a dirt cell. And no, she is not the one to blame for the person Jinx became. Jinx has to be held accountable for that, just as much as Silco for feeding her paranoias and manipulating her for years.

2. Caitlyn was a evil character and manipulated Vi

Season 1 Caitlyn shows nothing but empathy and patience, y'all like to say Jinx was a revolutionary but s1 Caitlyn was a revolutionary. "Oh but she was rich, she can't be" oh my sweet summer child...

Anyways, she wanted to end Silco cartel - that was destroying Zaun. She even managed to get a council meeting to talk about this. She wanted to change things and she was acting towards this.

Then she got kidnapped naked, tortured for hours, didn't take the shot that would have saved her mother's life, her mother was murdered, the memorial ceremony was attacked and yet she REFUSED to follow the council's ideas to use full force and invade Zaun. Which led us to

2.1 Caitlyn used the grey against innocents

She DIDN'T. She said it herself that the plan was to capture Silco's goons and destroy the slimmer factories. And we see that in the Hellfire sequence.

So stop spreading that she was using the grey against innocents bc the people she used against it were Chembaroons who provoked a civil war on Zaun for power, and used children labor in its factories. They are far from innocents.

2.2 Caitlyn manipulates Vi

I don't even know where this fake news came from bc I've already watched Arcane 3 times, watch at least 4 reaction channels and a few analysis on yt and no one apart from some of y'all in fandom sees this. Jinx manipulates Vi way more than Caitlyn, for example, she is the one that makes Vi believe that her becoming Jinx is her fault.

3. Viktor and Jayce did nothing wrong

Jayce basically built a Chernobyl above Zaun just bc if Hextech goes bad, people from Zaun would be the ones suffering the consequences and not Piltover.

Y'all like to call Caitlyn a genocide (even tho we didn't see any kill directly from hr actions), when Viktor is literally the one willing to kill people in the thousands just because he believes it's the best call. "I want to evolve all those willing to" excuse me? Sir, what "evolve" even means in this scenario? Bc those "evolved" ppl became nothing more than marionettes with no control over their actions and completely brainwashed.

4. Caitlyn was a dictator, she knew everything that was happening on Zaun and did nothing

Caitlyn was actually a pawn in Ambessa chess, a face to Ambessa actions, a face to take the blame for. Noxus could not just simply invade Piltover and install an Martial Law without the support of a major house like house Kiramman.

Essentially what Ambessa did was promote Caitlyn, and hide behind her status. Because if any other Piltie house questions, she could be like "but I'm just here to support the Kirammans, I'm just doing what Im told"

We see in episode 4 that the Noxians are the ones dealing with Zaun's turf wars. Do y'all actually believe their reports on what's happening was legit? Of course not. Caitlyn made her decisions based on those false reports that she didn't even give two fucks about bc she was still too focused on tracking Jinx. That's why when she started to really see what was going on and questions Ambessa, Ambessa quickly pulls the "mom" card to push Caitlyn back into her web.

Sure, she was still powerful and privileged but she wasn't in full control. And the fact that a lot of the fandom dismisses Ambessa's manipulation shows how good at that she is.

5. Vi choose to have sex instead of helping her suicidal sister

Vi DOESN'T watch Arcane. She doesn't know how bad Jinx was and mind you, last time Jinx was acting weird she blew up things instead of being suicidal. We, the Audience, watch her whole journey and change. Vi only stayed with her for a short period of time and she was in a coma for days. She doesn't know what happened after Isha sacrificed and how much this affected Jinx.

"breaking the cycle" could mean a lot of things and if you listen to her words when Caitlyn arrives, you can see that she clearly thinks Jinx is out there abt to blow something. She is blaming herself for believing in Jinx change of heart and not sad for her being suicidal, this prob actually never crossed Vi's mind.

6. CaitVi was forced

I can't with this ""argument"" CaitVi is the couple that has been built since s1 😭. I take that sometimes they were toxic (like when Cait hit Vi) but to say they were forced...please use it 🧠

7. Silco was a revolutionary and a good father do Jinx

Sure, in the past. There's nothing glorious or revolutionary in running a cartel, having business with corrupted cops and child labor. "But he was getting money to his revolution" my ass. He spent 7y doing nothing but becoming more and more powerful while Zaun became like the Pride Lands when Scar took over. He only gets back to his revolutionary ideas when Jinx stole the Hextech gem.

His beautiful speech doesn't match his horrible actions.

The fact that so many ppl see him as this perfect father figure, is the reason so many ppl so easily fall into abusive relationships. Yes, he took care of her but at the same time, he isolated Jinx from her sister , fed her paranoia and instigated her violence tendencies. And it's so clear bc the moment he was no longer in her life, she started to get better in her mental health.

Anyway to finish this long ass post lmao, I want to say that you are free to dislike and hate who you want and what narrative choice you want. The only thing, that ain't that hard, is be fucking honest abt it. There's no need to create bullshit expectations over your hate, ignoring the CANNON.

[viienrose]

Honestly, as a hard Wenclair shipper, I don’t hate on Wyler fans. I’ve decided to write an analysis about Wyler as a way to better understand them. Even if I don’t share their love for the ship, it doesn’t erase some good points.

The character of Wednesday, throughout the different adaptations, has always shown some kind of affection for the kind and shy boy-next-door type. Tyler kind of fits this description — even if, in my opinion, Eugene is a literal copy-paste of that stereotype and was clearly relegated to the “little brother” figure.

So Wyler can make some kind of sense. The dark and sharp character paired with the sweet counterpart is always a great combination. Opposites attract, am I right?

Another argument for Wyler is that Tyler turning into a dangerous monster wouldn’t necessarily be a red flag for an Addams. On the contrary, it’s actually a good argument — the Addams family loves the strange and macabre.

However, a Hyde must have a master. There has to be a power dynamic. Tyler will never truly be in control of the beast. And the Addams seem to value balance and equality in their relationships. It would also be unfair to Tyler to be forced into obedience. Even if Wednesday became his new master, it would make their relationship based on a lack of free will from one party. It sounds incredibly toxic.

The part that gets really questionable is the Hyde itself.

Like, I get that Laurel tortured and controlled Tyler, but he admitted to enjoying killing people. I also understand that it’s supposed to be interpreted through the lens of psychological/emotional/sexual abuse, and that Tyler liking the thrill of the dirty work he was forced into could be a trauma response.

But how much control does a Hyde really have?

That’s a big question throughout the show:

• Did Tyler really like killing?

• Is the Hyde another being within himself that subdues his “real” self?

• Or is it just his dark impulses surfacing?

• Is Tyler a good guy under the pressure of the Hyde, or was he the Hyde all along?

That brings us to the next point:

We don’t know Tyler.

We don’t know Tyler with the Hyde.

And through season one, we come to understand that Tyler was the Hyde. But it left us wondering: Was the Hyde Tyler?

Is Tyler a psychopathic murderer, or was he forced to act under the stronger will of a savage alter ego?

Are they the same or two separate beings? How do we even divide the responsibility between the two?

I really hope the show gives us more insight into it.

Since we don’t have answers yet, I can’t imagine Wednesday being involved with Tyler.

She obviously had an affection or at least an interest in the sweet coffee boy — but that wasn’t really Tyler.

The Hyde is part of Tyler, whether he likes it or not. Wednesday liked the version Tyler showed her — not his real self.

He basically lied to her to get close. He led her to Laurel even if he had some liking for her. Was he entirely controlled? Maybe, but either way, it’s safe to say Wednesday no longer holds any real attachment to him.

Another important point — even if it’s just common sense — is that Wednesday would absolutely hate Tyler if he truly meant those murders.

The Addams family might be creepy and kooky, but they have a strong sense of justice and solid values. They’re goth, not evil.

—

Now, some projections based on what we learn about Tyler in the future:

• Best-case scenario: He was subjected by the Hyde and gets help to control it, healing from his trauma. It would take time. He could then be redeemed and reintegrated into the outcast world, with a better understanding of Hydes and protections against the abuse he suffered.

• Worst-case scenario: The dark personality of the Hyde was always part of him, even before it “woke up.” In that case, Tyler holds responsibility for his crimes, is non-redeemable, and goes full villain mode.

Honestly, I’d be happy with either.

The actor playing Tyler is amazing, and I can easily see him nailing both versions.

Still, I think Tyler would be the perfect opponent for Wednesday rather than a potential suitor.

As you might have guessed from this analysis, I really dig his character — mostly for the mystery and potential he still holds.

—

Now that I’ve written this whole text about making peace with Wyler fans, I want to point out something:

We kind of have the same argument as Wenclair fans!

The opposites attract trope. The Addams’ fascination with monstrous creatures.

We’re not so different after all.

Let’s just enjoy the show in our own ways without turning on each other’s throats.

[nobylerdoubt]

Let's Analyze - Every Time Someone Says "Gay"

Warning: homophobia and use of slurs. F-slur will be censored.

One thing I've noticed in Stranger things is that they typically try to avoid saying things outright. I've talked a bit on this blog on their use of "Show Don't Tell." This applies to relationships most often - as our core relationships - the ones we expect to last - typically avoid exchanging I love yous, and tend to show, rather than tell, the audience how they feel about the other person.

This concept of showing rather than telling translates in a big way to our queer characters. Neither Robin nor Will openly calls themselves a lesbian or gay, and no one explicitly refers to them as gay either (outside of bullies and abusers). However on my most recent watch through I couldn't help but notice just how many times the show references homosexuality.

Season 1:

Season 1 we see the most uses of gay words, four total. Three of these reference Will, and one being a reference to Jonathan.

EPISODE 1:

Joyce: Lonnie used to say he was queer, called him a f*g

EPISODE 3:

Troy: I hate to break it to you toothless, but he's not in danger. He's dead. That's what my dad says. He said he was probably killed by some other queer.

EPISODE 4:

Troy: Besides, what's there to be sad about anyway? Will's in fairyland now, right? Flying around with all the other little fairies. All happy and gay!

EPISODE 6:

Steve: You know what, Byers? I'm actually kind of impressed. I always took you for a queer, but I guess you're just a little screw-up like your father.

Season 1 tends to use homophobia as a general way to show who the mean guys are here - not our scientists, or corrupt officials, but our human antagonists.

Season 2:

EPISODE 8:

Billy's Father: So that's why you've been staring at yourself in the mirror like some f*ggot instead of watching your sister?

Like in Season 1, Season 2 uses homophobia to paint Billy's dad as the evil behind Billy's evil.

EPISODE 9:

Steve: Nancy?

This one I questioned if I should include it - because it's not an explicit reference to gay words. Steve is concussed here and momentarily mistakes Mike for his sister - but it's worth noting that Nancy is also a term used to call someone gay. Especially since this is in reference to Mike, I think this is a very smart a subtle way to allude to Mike's sexuality early on.

Season 3:

Season 3 differs from the first two seasons uses of gay words - instead of having other, more background characters call our main characters slurs and using gay as an insult, we have main characters outright stating, or being told, that they're being gay - but in a roundabout way.

EPISODE 3:

Mike: It's not my fault that you don't like girls!

EPISODE 7:

Steve: But... Tammy Thompson's a girl?

Robin: Steve...

Season 4:

This same idea is carried into the next mention at the start of season 4, where they talk about the possibility that Vickie likes girls.

EPISODE 1:

Steve: Do you know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes 5 seconds? People who like boobies!

After that we kind of go back to our old ways - but with a bit of a twist. Instead of a bigoted background character just being, the mentions start to become more casual and matter-of-fact.

EPISODE 3:

Russian: I am no fairy

There's a bit of a lack of judgement in this clip - the Russian here isn't offended so much as he's denying what he sees as a transaction for sexual favors, or possibly flirting. It's fairly neutral. He's simply saying - hey, I'm not the guy you need to be asking for that.

EPISODE 4:

Erica: Going out? I see he's taken a step down from Max...Chances are he's with your cheater boyfriend.

Here Erica implies that Jason is "going out" with Lucas in a different way - and I don't think she means it literally here (unless there's more to what Erica found under Lucas's bed that was so 'gross'...). I think she just can tell she already doesn't like Jason, and this is something she can say to get under his skin and get him to back off. Again, this seems like a neutral statement - not really judgmental.

So we see that homosexuality is mentioned at least once or twice per season. I think this serves two purposes throughout the course of the show.

To show the audience that the show in general disapproves of homophobia.

To keep homosexuality on our minds.

At the end of the day, Strange Things is not a show about being gay - it's not Heartstopper or Young Royals. It's an anthem for the outcasts, and queer characters have always been a part of that group of outcasts that the Duffers wanted to represent. I think to avoid this idea that these gay subplots "came out of nowhere" these terms being used throughout the show are just one part of the way they've tried to plant this idea that hey, maybe some of these characters are gay.