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god, my stomach has been a mess lately..
the other night, i shared a celebratory dinner with my partner's family. didn't even eat that much, but i ended up with a bad stomach ache, overly full, bloated, and nauseous. the noises it made were non stop and soo loud. next day? terrible gas, couldn't go until later when my guts were unexpectedly .. loose. last night, i had spaghetti, it was delicious with the parmesan, garlic, and herbs. of course though, it had its consequences. i had awful gas, while at work. i had to try so hard to hide it from my coworkers and customers 😬😳
#gg speaks#bodily complaints lol#i think having too many bread products really fucked me up. not only my stomach but my eczema flared so bad ://#on this episode of i think i may have celiac#upset tummy#tummy noises#eproctophilia#gassy#gas kink#bloating#eprocto
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Do you mind writing about Knockout, Ratchet, and or Breakdown with a human reader on their period. They fee nauseous and don’t have an appetite for the first few days, really bad cramps, chest pain, and migraines too. Idk if this breaks any rules or the character limit if choosing one character is better for you there will be no complaints from me thank you for taking request 😄.
A/N: I’ve got a couple of other posts with period stuff too, you can find those, here, here, here, and here. You get four extra posts for one request lol. I decided to do just Knockout and Ratchet, seems I’m in the mood for those two lately
~Ratchet~
•For like the first two months since he first met you he noticed that for about 6 days a month, you were pretty freaking miserable
•You barely ate anything and you seemed to be in pain and all around uncomfortable
•The first time Ratchet thought that maybe you were just sick, and he didn’t really know you that well yet, so he didn’t really express that much concern
•He did ask if you were okay a couple of times, but you assured him it was nothing to worry about
•But when the whole thing repeated a month later, he thought it was weird
•When he asked again if you were okay, and told you about his observations, you realized he probably doesn’t know about periods
•You had to explain the whole thing to him, because he obviously had no idea this is a normal human bodily function
•Ratchet is of course a bit weirded out by the whole thing, but he’s not grossed out
•He just finds it wild that some humans have to deal with something like that
•And all the cramps, migraines and stuff on top of that? How do you survive this every month?
•Ratchet doesn’t consider it his problem, but he will make sure everyone else is as quiet as possible when you have a migraine and are resting in a dark room somewhere in the base
•He wants to make sure he or anyone else doesn’t make it worse
•If you show symptoms he hasn’t seen before, he will ask about it, and he makes sure you’re doing fine
•While he insists it’s not his problem and that he doesn’t have time to take care of you, he still checks on you periodically
~Knockout~
•Knockout notices you’re uncomfortable and he immediately asks you about it
•You’re leaning on a wall because you’re having a really bad cramp, and you’re just not feeling well in general
•You have to explain to Knockout that you’re not sick, you’re just having your period
•He’s like, “And what exactly is that?”
•You explain to him, it’s your uterine lining shedding and bleeding out of you
•He makes a very grossed out face for a second, before being like “Are you okay? That doesn’t sound healthy”
•You sort of chuckle, but you assure him that it’s natural, even if it totally sucks
•He asks how you cope with it, because that sounds like a mess and painful and all around not a good time
•He’s honestly kind of curious about the whole thing, even if he does find it pretty freaking weird
•How is it even possible for you to bleed for multiple days in a row? That doesn’t sound like it’s good for you
•Knockout constantly reminds you about drinking water, and he somehow got his hands on some dark chocolate for you too, because he read it might help with the cramps
•He’s worried about the migraines especially, because it seems you’re having a very, very bad time
•Knockout is worried about everything that’s making you uncomfortable, and it annoys him that he can’t really do anything about your pains or aches
#transformers#tfp#transformers prime#autobots#decepticons#ratchet#knockout#tfp headcanons#reader insert#platonic transformers x reader#transformers x reader#tfp x reader#periods#comfort
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23 through 25 if none of those have been asked yet!
ship you've unwillingly come around to
I wouldn't say "unwillingly" but it's destiel actually. Not because I didn't see it or didn't think they had good chemistry from the beginning but because when I first came here #sam knows and #dean finally pulls his head out of his ass and smug "ally" Sam in general were all super popular and I just thought everyone's taste was absolute trash so it was just not that enjoyable to engage with fans about it which is kind of what shipping is all about. Destiel shippers were also very much a large part of spreading some of the worst possible deancrit meta when I first came here. Every week after a new episode aired. Now a lot of the people here are way cooler and the people who aren't have tried to fandom cancel me 17 times lol.
topic that brings up the most rancid discourse
Okay well there are a lot of those but the ones that make deancrits go the most wild in my personal experience:
Saying Dean is not shown drunk driving "all of the time" in canon.
Saying that Sam does not actually have his bodily autonomy violated any more than anyone else does and it's not a theme that belongs solely to him.
Making penis jokes when people are mad at you and mocking you.
Making fart jokes when people are mad at you and mocking you.
Laughing at all in any way when people are mad at you (this is considered bullying by the people trying to bully you)
Saying Dean is not responsible for Sam and Cas's decisions and is not the cause of all of their suffering.
Polls and uquizes of any kind.
common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
I have Lisa Braeden's name filtered because I like her. Also people claiming that Emma wasn't Dean's daughter are just like. Factually wrong and need to stop pretending they have the right to correct people just because they hate hearing about her. Just filter and move on goddamn.
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Ooh, fun options! 7, 8 and 25 please!
re: this FUUUUUUUUCK. SHIT. I swear I had opinions on these when I reblogged this post, lmao. Time to dredge up the remnants of them with my horrible memory. Oh! Also I'm answering this re: Shadowhunters? I felt the need to specify that, lol. Anyways, if you're reading this and disagree with me please be kind and choose to respond in a way that facilitates dialogue instead of discourse? pleasepleasepleeeeease I am so weak i am begging you
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7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?
IIRC, I started reading SH fic before I watched the actual show, for some reason? (i think I wanted to, like, not get absorbed in the source material and have a Brand New Fandom to deal with. That totally worked out for me, lmao) Anyways, fic!Maryse and fic!Clary are two completely different characters when it comes to canon versus fandom treatment of them (IMO at least) which is valid! Everyone has their own interpretations of stuff! But I definitely got whiplash when it came to watching the show and getting pure ~vibes~ from fic alone.
8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about
THAT ALEC IS BAD AT COOKING BECAUSE OF THE STEW SCENE. ALEC FOLLOWS DIRECTIONS. HE FOLLOWS THE RECIPE. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE HE FUCKED UP ON THAT PART. ALEC IS STUBBORN. HE WILL DO SHIT UNTIL HE IS GOOD AT IT (see: archery training etc). HE KEEPS WORKING AT IT AND HE IMPROVES, MAGNUS SAYS SO! HE IS NOT INHERENTLY A KITCHEN NIGHTMARE LIKE IZZY (MY QUEEN, WHO I HC as maybe getting a little too ~experimental~ in her culinary endeavors but she's passionate! And stubborn! And that's what counts, damn it!) BUT IF HE'S FOLLOWING THE RECIPE OF SOMETHING AND THE RECIPE SUCKS, HE'S GONNA GET SUCKY FOOD!!!
25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
POINT THE FIRST That Magnus was in the wrong for breaking up with Alec over the Soul Sword Disaster! Guys, he had valid reasons and the stakes were HIGH!!!! To me it definitely came across as a "I don't want to do this but I *have* to do this" type situation, especially with how he acted after the breakup was said and done. Like, Alec and Magnus each had their own reasons for doing what they did, but Magnus' reasoning of "oh shit we're at war and this could mean the death of my people" isn't somehow less valid because the initial decision to break up was perhaps a bit in-the-moment.
POINT THE SECOND Fandom getting pissy over show!Alec having hazel eyes, to the point where they insist that show!'verse (fic) Alec must have blue eyes. Like, I get that in the books there's a *whole thing* about Alec having blue eyes, but that's not the same universe!
Eyes are just eyes and no one can control the eye color they get at birth, but (by creating characters that have a certain eye color and then going out of the way to refer to these characters as attractive or draw attention to their eyes specifically) media creates this sort of forced importance of something that's literally completely up to chance IRL, which then IMO bleeds out into fandom via an insistence to, like, reinforce the importance of that feature via literally changing the canon so that it represents one bodily feature over another.
(also recently learned that tumblr, being tumblr, apparently has a thing about "if you have blue eyes then you're [insert negative trait here] and no! that is not what I am saying! my whole thing I'm trying to convey is about letting body features be body features and not a signifier of something else!!!!!!)
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mental health complaint post (mild, don't worry I'm alright lol)
one mentally normal thing about me is that a couple times a month, for a split second, I think a stranger in public (driving the next car at the intersection, at the grocery store, etc) is my mom. I get this momentary spike of panic/nausea, and then it passes. This has been happening to me for years. For the record she is not dead or anything I just have a bad relationship with her. Probably the only person in the world I feel afraid of and predictably I hate myself for it. She's just another person and she never physically hurt me (I guess "arguably caused bodily harm to come to me through inaction" but that definitely doesn't count as physically hurting me). What's the big deal? (But of course, I know what the big deal is.)
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I'm not the same anon who sent the thing about the burrito test and I don't entirely agree with them either (pinky swear this isn't a sock puppet or something lol) but tbh I can see where they're coming from as someone who has also been put in a psych ward against my will and also currently works in a group home. it is a bit gauche to compare not being allowed to post/consume certain things "for your own good" to living years of your life in a situation where personal autonomy over one of your most basic needs was denied. and while I understand that sexuality is a human need, honestly, posting is not on the level of eating. you're still allowed to go out and touch real boobs on a human person if you want and they consent. the people in institutions can't; under the law they can't consent to have sex and the programs do not permit them to do so. a facility that doesn't pass the burrito test is straight up abusive, a platform that doesn't let you look at boobies is just a junk website that you can log out of and touch grass about. it sucks, it's bad, I don't want it to be like that either, I love looking at pictures of boobs online too, but it will not traumatize you. there is not an inescapable power dynamic even though there is a power dynamic within the system. you can hit the bricks! it sucks but it's a thing you can do, even if you don't necessarily want to. institutionalized people can't. sometimes people who are the victims of these institutions LITERALLY CANNOT PHYSICALLY TOUCH GRASS BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT ALLOWED OUTSIDE UNSUPERVISED. they are under total, physical, bodily control of their oppressors.
TL;DR your analogy wasn't necessarily inaccurate but it was insensitive as hell and came off as comparing struggles.
Buddy, I don't know how many times I need to say "making an analogy does not imply direct equivalence of circumstance" to have people believe me.
It feels very much like people are unable to recognize that they are making an instinctive assumption that it does, confusing this assumption for objective fact, and then coming at me with "yes, you are ignoring this objective implication!". This is regardless of how many times I have expressed that that was not what I was trying to say, nor is it something that would always be implicitly read into my post by default.
If you cannot separate a perceived secondary implication from analogy, then I think that that is actually your issue, not mine!
If you don't want people to project things you have not even said into your words don't have a post go viral on tumblr, I guess.
(Also, I will point out that the growing *universal* imposition of clean content rules on the public internet by payment providers, advertisers and other corporate entities arguably means that your complaint about the analogy above clarifies a point of the comparison rather than contradicting it, but whatever)
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disorganized rant zz
why does it feel like the entire internet has decided misogyny doesn’t exist
this is just me complaining about random shit I’ve seen I don’t know about trends or anything just. also i don’t go outside
idk I saw a post recently saying something like, since white women can’t pretend to be oppressed anymore now they’re— okay hang on. what? im not even going to read the rest of that because.. what? what do you mean pretend… what do you mean anymore… what world do you live in…
do you actually think being white cancels out misogyny or something. like I don’t even know where to begin with this… I really feel like somehow people have taken to adding “white” before they make a blatantly misogynistic statement so they can avoid criticism lmao. ah damn we can’t object now or we’ll be racist !
obviously some of them are fucking awful and being a woman doesn’t excuse that and white women have certain privilege others don’t etc etc. no shit dude. but this is…so beyond objecting to just that... also people really love shitting on white women in particular even more than white people in general which really I Wonder Why
i remember when roe was overturned and there were a bunch of people being like wait this is bad. because it can even affect trans men, and also certain minorities will be worse off
those are relevant points yeah but… can you not just care about… women in general..??? sorry now I sound like a fucking all lives matter guy but how else can I say this, sure some rich (usually white) women might be able to get around it but it doesn’t change how this is primarily an issue of women’s bodily autonomy. also I don’t even think the ability to sidestep it means they’re not affected, that they still have to do something extra is.. bad..?
I don’t think it’s wrong to point out those caveats or anything, it’s just a weird feeling I get that a lot of people won’t care if you just mention it’s bad for women. because they don’t think misogyny is a real issue anymore
also in more minor things, being gacha-diseased as I am (sorry) watching ppl act like media is unfairly biased against male characters is… a take… (it’s not even remotely true in gacha !! what !!! Every time I remember that one stat about how ppl perceive women as talking the majority of the time when they talk more than 33% or smth *don’t remember the exact number sorry. told you this is just some rant)
yknow what it’s not just gacha, either it’s bad for female characters to exist because it’s political (lol) or it’s bad because it’s waifubait for straight men. well most people will see the first one for bullshit but the second… is something why I am so glad you’re unable to see female characters as anything other than sex objects! (you don’t need to be attracted to women to do that btw)
it’s really depressing to see this even from people who seem like they should have better views on this stuf (how do I phrase this...)
ah right recently i saw a quote from someone involved with tlou2 circulating around tumblr about how all games except tlou2 were bad or something
Obviously it was a fake quote. i mean...tlou2... i’ve never played it but we’ve all heard the complaints about it for the crime of having a muscular woman or something. and also just being bad in general because it has to be a triple A gameTM idk I didn’t look too into this honestly im not into these things
and yknow what im sure it’s not a very good game, you’re allowed to dislike things, etc. but because of the type of backlash, maybe you should have a thought that when someone posts something outlandishly bad related to it, mmmmaybe they have some kind of agenda. just a thought
(yeah if you looked in that post’s comments the op was going on to defend gamergate. and i suppose a lot of people now don’t even know what that is...)
so it’s like, why does this matter--you can see it with that post itself, you just gave that guy a platform to tell a bunch of previously unaware people about why diversity in video games is bad and women are ruining everything actually. but hey that’s fine because we fixed misogyny already don’t worry about it
....i really think a lot of this is coming from people who don’t realize, and that might be the worst part of it...
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I like this view point and kinda agree. I mean I’d like it for maybe just a second more, but I’m also not the victim of sa for the past 200 years and just got my bodily autonomy back. (Also I just kiss him like 3 times in a row so it’s fine lol)The worst thing they need to fix is his lines getting cut off
It was tolerable before cause it was like Tav couldn’t wait for him to finish, just got the consent and went with it. So was easier to ignore the bug
Now it’s weirder.
Also Gale’s kiss is very similar. Short and sweet? Are there also complaints about that one not being romantic?
You don’t have to be sticking a tongue down someone’s throat for a kiss to be romantic, you horny bastards
Controversial? opinion but I actually really like Astarion's chaste little kiss, because it isn't a performance. It isn't at all the way he would've kissed you in Act 1. And yeah it doesn't have lingering touches like Karlach's kiss animation or extreme passion like Halsin's, but it feels true for him. It feels real.
It's quick and sweet, maybe a little uncomfortable or uncertain. He approaches Tav and takes the lead, which I love, but he's still figuring this all out. It's so new. He's in the process of defining his boundaries, what he wants and needs physically+emotionally in a relationship. The kiss is intimate but there's space too, and that's okay.
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Hoodwinks are us on Social Media!
In the age old Social Media ridiculous and misleading advertisements with those outrageous claims of Miracle Cures, Perfect Health Claims, Making more money and "This Won't Last Long" claims people desperately want to believe are true because they are advertised on Social Media, people are spending billions of dollars a year on fraudulent health products, drugs, devices, foods, or cosmetics hoping to find a cure for what ails them, improve their well-being, or just look better, consumers often fall victim to products and devices that do nothing more than cheat them out of their money, steer them away from useful, proven treatments, and possibly do more bodily harm than good.
We are entering into the Snake Oil era once again I'm thinking.
Use to be it was common sense to realize something with the words "Miracle" was suspicious,....... but not today, people have seemed to have forgotten that key word means Scam, and probibly because of mass communication among the masses like no other time in history,............ The Cell Phone, and worse now, The Smart Phone that is dominating advertising globally, and everyone is getting in on the scamming because it's sooooooo lucrative.
Because of limited resources the FDA states they are stretched to their limit with the over 10 thousand complaints A DAY! So don't expect to get your money back!
How can you avoid being scammed by a worthless products?
Avoid any product with the key word............
1. Miracle cure
2. One Product Does It All
3. Personal Testimonials you can't contact
4. Quick Fixes
5.'Natural' from nature
6. Time-Tested or New-Found Treatment
7. Satisfaction Guaranteed
8. Promises of Easy Weight Loss, (my favorite one, Lol)
9. natural remedies
10. thermogenesis, which converts stored fats into soluble lipids (meaningless jargon)
11. Little known Secret, and it isn't a secret if it's advertised to millions....
Unfortunately this list of 11 key words to avoid buying from covers about 92% of all advertisements on social media, and well every other resource these scams are advertised on, so your best off not buying anything on social media, because it's infected with scams, and the social media owners are raking in the cash, so they aren't likely to stop it, it's a snake oil buyer beware world anymore and only the frugal will survive.
#social media scams#misleading advertisements#outrageous claims#Miracle Cures#scams#social media hoodwinks
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omw to dinner for a birthday but im getting a sour stomach and bloating... ugh 😣😓
#i didnt even have much for food today. a protein shake that i have regularly#gg speaks#bodily complaints lol#upset tummy#alsoo my head hurts 🙃🫠#recently my posts are just me complaining about symptoms... oops#tummy noises#bloating
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His Closest Childhood Friend (Yandere!Diluc x Reader)
A/n: had to rewrite the last part cause OneNote said "ah yes we don't need that" lol anyways here's part 3/3 of Soldier, Poet, King. If I ever write more about this au, they will be what-if scenarios (because the end could honestly go in different ways, it's not like someone can "win" in this yandere harem). Sorry for the delay @leftdestiny-posts ;-;, hope you like it!!
Mostly gn!reader but there are some chess terms I can't change ;;-;;
An unreliable synopsis: There's a reason why Diluc is called the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt, care to take a guess?
Cw: Yandere!Diluc. (Bodily harm/burns?) Implied yan!Childe and Thoma.
Parts:
Soldier, Poet, King (You're here)
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If you asked Diluc who (Y/n) was, his reddened face will sputter an inadequate explanation before excusing his flustered self out of the room.
If you asked (Y/n) who Master Diluc was, they'd simply pause and say he's someone they used to be friends with.
Used to.
Diluc noticed everything about you. From how you part your hair, how your eyes crinkle at the sound of the ocean, how your eyes sharpen in deep concentration while playing chess– every little detail about you is stored in his brain. He doesn't understand when and how he gained his hypersensitive tell-spotting, all he knows now is that he is fixated. Too obsessed to turn away, but also too hyperaware of how dangerously stalkerlike he had become.
Diluc only sets his hooded, almost honey-coated gaze on you. To this day, people have questioned how you managed to overlook the perpetually lovelorn parasitic expression on his face whenever you pass by, but they have never taken into account the hurtful things Diluc says.
You two bicker daily. You, the knights, and his brother were the only people who he showed this attitude with. People mistakenly believed that his "nagging" and your complaints were just a normal aspect of an Imunlaukr-Ragnvindr friendship dynamic, and Diluc made the same error. He thought he could get away with being aloof for long enough.
That's how it was until one scorching Sunday afternoon.
"Diluc, listen to me." You spoke. He immediately noticed how your face was creased and your frown was a hair lower than before. Even so, he appeared as if he was more focused on pouring himself a cup of juice. Diluc cannot contain his heart once he looks at you straight in the eye. Fortunately, no one else was inside Angel's Share to mock him--
"I don't want to be friends anymore."
Diluc's eyes widened and he spilled his drink.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
He hastily cleaned up the spillage before staring at you, bewildered.
Did you find out? Shit. Fuck.
This can't be happening.
"I talked with a friend of mine about this and he was right." You continued. "I shouldn't continue being friends with suffocating people. You're too critical. Too cruel. I can't stand you anymore."
"And trust me, it hurts for me to end our friendship like this since we've known each other since we were kids, but please, please don't contact me ever again."
Diluc closed his eyes and breathed in.
He wasn't listening to you anymore, and for once, your voice became nothing more than background noise to him. He's drowning out all your reasonings and facets for breaking up your friendship with him.
"It's Fixer, isn't it?"
"And yo– What?"
"It's Fixer." Diluc sucked a deep breath between his gritted teeth. You gulped. His voice was nothing short of menacing. "Your pen pal. He's the one who fed you all these lies, didn't he?"
How did he know about Fixer?
"Lies?" Diluc was being the most threatening he's ever been, and although you forced yourself to scoff, it's clear that it was affecting you. "How is any of what I said lies? You talk shit about me every day. You barge into my apartment every Saturday just so you can complain about how I live my life– You're the one in the wrong here! You should be, I don't know, self-reflecting!"
"Am I? Am I in the wrong, now?" His right eye twitched. "Look at yourself. You live poorly and it reflects on your appearance. You're mentally unstable, (Y/n), and you refuse help from professionals–"
"Oh, shut up." Your eyesight started to get misty. Why is he making this all about you? "You and I both know that the therapist you recommended was a piece of shit!"
Diluc bit his bottom lip. That was his fault. He wanted a prop that will make you see all the good sides in him, and it backfired greatly. He takes full responsibility for that. Diluc would never seek to harm you truly, please have faith in that.
"Fine! That's true. But you're the one who still refuses to get their act together. You live and breathe like a homeless man in Dragonspine!"
Something inside of you snapped.
For a moment, you both paused, but not to catch your breaths. Diluc meant it when he can read you inside out. And what you're thinking right now is a terrifying notion.
"(Y/n)... Don't..."
"Maybe I should... Maybe I should do as you say this time. It's what you want to happen, right?" You laughed emptily.
"(Y/n)..."
"It's a good idea– a GREAT idea, even, Diluc." You shook your head with a mischievous grin. "I mean, I'm a social outcast at this point, so why not just embrace it, hmm?"
Diluc's knees weakened and a lump in his throat emerged. His stomach churned as he tried to quell the evergrowing unease that wrecked his entire body.
No one was thinking straight.
"Don't be stupid. You won't survive a day in Dragonspine."
"I know." You said. "But at least there would be one less problem for you to worry about, right? One less troublesome citizen in Mondstadt for you to care about."
His breath hitched.
Diluc heard a yelp.
He pulled back.
Diluc touched you. He didn't process what he had done but he grabbed your wrist and there was a burn mark where he singed it. Diluc looked down at the palm that betrayed him and the fumes that came from it only proved his guilt.
A shiver ran down his spine.
The burn marks on your skin were in the shape of his fingertips.
It was a second-degree burn.
You must be in incredible pain by now but you didn't show it, and that made Diluc all the more anxious.
"(Y/n), wait–"
Your cheeks were wet as you faced him. Whatever physical discomfort you were feeling at the time was overridden by malice.
Overridden by anger, overridden by betrayal, overridden by spite.
"Hah." You laughed bitterly.
"Compared to being stuck in a bar with you, looks like I'll be safer in the mountains after all."
No words came out of his mouth. The outcome of this argument had been decided long before he tried to get you to stay.
It was a stalemate.
You stormed out of Angel's Share afterward and that was the last time you and Diluc had a proper conversation. The people Diluc deemed most important leave him, and that is no longer a rumor but a promise after you walked out that door. Since then, you actively avoided the general public– avoided him.
Diluc started donning thick black gloves after that incident. It's impossible to convince him to take it off in public.
But that didn't stop Diluc from worrying. Every time he was far away from you, it seemed as though he was counting his breaths and breathing manually. He still manages to slot time in his schedule to look after you. From afar, of course. At this point, he is assured that you are aware of who the Darknight Hero was. Your irrational disdain for the icon contained the same venom you spare for him. Diluc can't and won't stop you from disparaging him. He was adamant that he deserved it with how he treated you.
In his vacant hours, Diluc crawls to his bed and hugs his pillow. Sometimes his fingers will grasp it in desperation, other times he would slowly caress the pillowcase and pretend that it was your back. These actions were coupled with deep breaths, and inevitable moments of indecent thoughts would emerge. The image of your inviting eyes and soft lips haunted his feverish dreams. Naturally, there are moments when he was unable to endure the coldness of being alone in a king-sized bed.
So he stalks you in the guise of "patrolling".
News that involves the Knights of Favonius travel fast, and it's no longer just a passing rumor that they will return this week. The gossipers have already chanted their "I told you so!"s before the cavalry battalions stepped foot inside Mondstadt's gates.
And you were secretly there too. It's kind of cute that despite ranting on about spending the rest of your days in an isolated Mountain, you broke that promise to see your favorite cousin.
Diluc frowned. At this point, Diluc wished you rode off Varka's coat-tails instead if it meant dissuading your aspirations will turn out like this. His relationship with the knights and your cousin may be strained, but it's still part of his duty as a Ragnvindr to treat the grand master with the utmost respect.
Even when that overprotective titan does make a habit of interfering with your relationships. But it's a reasonable vendetta. You would have been blissfully riding on horseback beside the grand master's steed if Diluc hadn't discouraged you from pursuing knighthood.
Seeing you scurry in the dark was the highlight of Diluc's day, but he raised his chin and pretended not to notice your presence. He's a renowned figure who can't hide behind the barrels as you do, so he ought to at least formally welcome Grand Master Varka Imunlaukr--
"You should watch what you say, Miss."
Diluc stopped from his trail. He had not heard it recently but there was a certain familiarity in that voice.
The scent of embers wafted in the air.
And when the smoke cleared, only one figure remained standing firm whilst the other cowered in fear.
Diluc clenched his jaw.
It was "Fixer".
"O-Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off that strong! I'm just saying you should be careful what you say next time! You never know if you're hurting someone already." The blonde green-eyed man babbled and shrank in an attempt to make himself look small, but the observers already know how much of a threat he truly poses.
"R-right..." Marjorie whimpered.
"Tch." Diluc unwittingly bit his nail.
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it.
He believed that he made a sizable arrangement with the Tianquan to stop the majority of ships that boarded Liyue till the next month. How could Thoma possibly get here? Diluc couldn't help but feel incredibly frustrated at every sacrifice and work he made to postpone your reunion. Thoma's here, walking around with his unbelievably chipper self, so what had it all been for?!
Thoma terrified Diluc. Compared to "Ajax", he can't get rid of him by just calling him "Tartaglia" in a "slip-of-the-tongue".
But Thoma is a target now. Diluc would've gladly taken Childe as his ally to avoid the chance of Thoma winning you over, but he would rather die than be in cahoots with the Fatui. Diluc knew how in sync you two were as kids. He could not compete with what is called "natural chemistry".
The key difference is that Thoma can stop himself from hurting others, but Diluc can't help but burn you in one touch.
Diluc bit his bottom lip.
It was an irritating scenario. He could accuse Thoma of destroying private property, but that would make him look callous right away. And that's not something you want to be viewed as next to the kid who just got back in town. Diluc sucked it up and let Thoma babble on.
What happened next was a blur.
Thoma attempted to make small talk with Diluc, but one of his conversation starters triggered something that made him space out.
Diluc only realized he was already home when his butler Elzer jolted from how loud he closed the door. His mood only worsened as he glimpsed at Kaeya waiting for him on a prowl. The captain is keenly aware of Diluc's foul mood when it comes to knighthood. Diluc makes the effort to remind him in almost every interaction.
His brother gave him an omniscient smile.
"Poor Diluc... Did the grandmaster spew a long-winded Knights of Favonius hiring ad again?"
Diluc snarled. "On the contrary, I haven't encountered him."
Kaeya raised an eyebrow teasingly. This should be fun for him. Diluc had yet to kick him out. "Oh? Then why the long face?"
"You know why, Kaeya."
It's because he became so engrossed in his feelings that he failed to remember his responsibility to look after you.
Diluc leaned his head on the doorframe. He overlooked the fact that you were suffering as a result of hearing Marjorie's insults, and he should've tried to help.
He got too busy after finding out that Thoma warranted a room in Goth Hotel and he will be set to stay for two months at most, much to Diluc's dismay. He could stoop low and ask Kaeya for a scheme, but Inazuma's Tri-Commission had some cards up their sleeves. How on earth did Thoma receive a Lordship's protection? The uncrowned King of Mondstadt certainly has a pitiful lack of influence. It's petty, but he forced the hotel to raise its prices in retaliation.
Kaeya laughed. "Heh. Course I do. It's just more satisfying to hear you admit it."
The white-haired butler chimed in. "Pardon me, Master Diluc, but what should we do with the... "pest" that's lurking in Dragonspine? He seems to be getting close to (Y/n)."
"Damn it."
Diluc slammed the wall with his clenched fist. The impact didn't break anything, but the entire manor heard his outburst.
He can't touch Childe.
"Ajax" and Thoma are the only support systems you have left, and Diluc is not a horrible man to selfishly take that away from you.
You're in a fragile mental state and you need someone to talk to, and Diluc is not the right person for the job. His conversations with you frequently turn sour. Crepus brought him up to be a gentleman, yet out of concern, Diluc subconsciously uses harsher language towards you. His wit and sarcasm stand in the way of his desire to be more open. Unlike Thoma, Diluc has trouble finding the perfect words to say. Should he attempt to divulge Ajax's secret identity, you'll just come to hate him more.
Diluc loves you. And he doesn't want to see you break further. This is the least selfish wish he has.
The butler no longer tried to fish out answers while Kaeya snickered. The look on Diluc's face showed that he was back to another round of self-depreciation and Elzer didn't want to deal with the same song and dance again.
Elzer figured that it was his time to leave and let his brother handle this alone, but his master kept talking.
"Thoma's back home too."
Elzer's mouth opened in shock while Kaeya looked indifferent. It's no surprise that he already heard the news. He likely sent Huffman to solve Marjorie's problem.
"H-Huh? Mister Thoma?! I thought the ships in both Doorman port and Liyue harbor can't set sail here?"
"No shit," Diluc muttered in a low husky whisper as he removed the scrunchie that held up his high ponytail. "He must've had connections with the Tri-Commission in Inazuma. Should've guessed that sooner. A pen name like "Fixer" should've set some alarms straight off. There's a high chance Thoma became a bigshot in his father's hometown."
"Right... "Fixer"." Kaeya hummed. He propped his head up pensively.
Diluc is more than familiar with his sworn brother's body language. Whenever Kaeya relaxes into this particular demeanor, an idea would be set in stone, for better and for worse.
"You know Diluc... having a Fixer wouldn't be so bad... It would surely solve your pest problems, wouldn't you agree?"
The two were silent as they tried to decipher what the captain was attempting to insinuate.
Ahh... He's right.
Diluc smiled subtly and crossed his arms.
Kaeya can be pretty useful sometimes.
"Hah." Diluc nodded with an airy chuckle "I get it now. I can't believe I didn't think about it sooner."
"This situation is an easy Scholar's mate all along."
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A masked figure dragged Thoma away closer to Dragonspine's Outskirts in one fell swoop.
The stranger did not speak. He forced him out of the area silently and with ease. Thoma couldn't identify who it was as a golden owl-shaped mark covered his visage. Additionally, his dark cape aided to conceal most of his features. Looking up in a worm's-eye view was no help at all.
"W-Who are you?!"
The stranger glared down.
So, Thoma did come to Dragonspine. How desperate and gullible. Diluc should pay Charles extra for leading him here.
Thoma trembled. He wasn't sure if the temperature or the red glint in his opponent's eye was what caused his body to react. He crept backward as the man with the mask towered above him.
"I-I have a vision!" Thoma proudly proclaimed. "I'd think twice if I were you."
The stranger knelt to his level and yanked him by the collar. Both immediately cast fire in their palms, and that instance made Thoma falter. They're pyro vision users, yet he doubts he could put up a fight with someone twice as physically built as he is. Thoma tried to conceal his fear with a brave look, and the stranger kept quiet about how Thoma's fire was gradually fading.
"Tsk."
The stranger dropped his hold on him.
"How ungrateful. I just saved you."
The man turned his back and slowly started walking away. He raised his hand and beckoned Thoma to follow.
Thoma scrambled to get his bearings and stood up.
"E-Excuse me?"
"That Snezhnayan man you saw just now," The stranger lit up a nearby torch and continued.
"That was Tartaglia, Number 11 of the Fatui Harbingers."
"A Fatui Harbinger?"
Every alarm in Thoma's head blared in a second.
"(Y/n)!!!"
That blue-eyed man was a harbinger?! Why are you hanging out with him?! That's too dangerous! You need him NOW--
"Stay put." The stranger commanded, and the authoritative flair in his voice froze Thoma in his place. "The... fisherman is not yet aware of this fact."
"Then we should get there and tell them!-- Mmph!"
The stranger pulled him by the collar once again and covered Thoma's mouth.
"Not yet."
Diluc won't let you know just yet.
Or at the very least, he won't let Thoma play the hero.
Thoma squirmed and broke free.
"Neither of us is fully capable of tackling him head-on." The stranger said.
"But (Y/n) is in danger right now!" Thoma tried to pry his arm away from the stranger's hold but his resistance was futile. "We have to save them--"
"If you do that, Tartaglia might just put an end to their life right then and there. Do you want that to happen, Mister Thoma?"
There was a tight feeling in Thoma's throat.
(Y/n)... dead?
It was just a few sentences, but it was enough to make Thoma feel like vomiting. That made the stranger satisfied. It looks like he won't need to bluff in extreme detail on what the consequences may be.
Manipulating Thoma was disgustingly easy.
"But..."
The stranger fished out a pen and paper from his robes before handing it to him. Thoma looked down at it and sent him a quizzical look.
"If you want to save (Y/n), you can always do it through words, Fixer."
A king's moves may be restricted, but that doesn't stop him from letting others do the work for him. Diluc Ragnvindr is the Uncrowned King of Mondstadt. A mere soldier and poet are nothing but pawns to him.
It's the perfect crime. Diluc still can't believe he hasn't thought about it sooner. It's almost too easy. He only needs to utilize four moves in his plan, truly reminiscent of a Scholar's mate. Sending Childe a forged sparring request 'sent' by Varka, setting up a one-sided meeting where Thoma spies on you and Childe together, manipulating Fixer to expose him, and...Well, there's no need to dwell on that for now. The last step will be the most difficult but Diluc must make sure the third step is a success first.
After all, the uncrowned King is still searching for his Queen, so keep stepping forward.
Please, come back to his side of the chessboard, (Y/n) (L/n).
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Hi hello I am very interested in your thoughts on how 07 Raph was done dirty by the narrative, if you don't mind (I also just like hearing other people's thoughts on my favourite lad lol)
I would LOVE to ramble about this! Sorry for the late reply, I had to rewatch the movie so I could more accurately write a small essay in response. Anyways, Raph my friend Raph. Also Leo.
I guess my main complaint is that Raph and Leo are both framed by the movie as more or less equally “wrong” in their actions. They’re both arrogant, both hotheaded, and both completely unwilling to talk it out. So what all did either of them really do “wrong”?
Raph’s vigilante-ing is framed as morally wrong within the narrative, but no explanation is really offered. As TMNT, the group functionally operates as vigilantes, stopping crime and fighting baddies. When Raph goes off on his own, it’s really not the fact that he’s doing violent things that’s the problem. It’s the fact that he’s doing it alone.
When Raph is gone during the night, he sleeps during the day. His few interactions with his brothers are tense at best and downright hostile if anyone so much as looks at him wrong. And him neglecting to be around for his family has real consequences. Donnie and Mikey both have jobs to try to keep all of them afloat, to various degrees of bodily and mental harm. None of them really talk anymore, and the fault is largely placed on Raph. As Donnie says, “Your rogue attitude has always been a source of contention to this team”.
As for Leo, we see a lot of the same “problems” as with Raph. He functioned as a vigilante in Central America, he has a temper, and at the very least, a convincing show of an ego. He can’t interact with his brothers the way he used to because he’s been god knows where for a whole year. And again, his flaws are isolation and lack of understanding of his family as a result. And all of this culminates in The Rooftop Scene.
Oh boy, The Rooftop scene. So, they’re both kind of dicks in this scene. Understandably so, but it’s clear that the audience isn’t necessarily supposed to agree with either Mr. I’m Better Than You Leonardo or Mr. Anger Issues Raphael. Leo’s cocky, bitchy, and lectures him. But Raph is still dunked on for being angry, for having a temper, as if Leo isn’t just as bad. Donnie even mentions it earlier in the movie.
So what’s their beef with each other? Well, Raph tells Leo off for being smug, for coming back and immediately trying to take over as leader as if nothing has changed. He is mad at Leo for leaving, but doesn’t want to admit that things fall apart without him, so he’s angry at him for coming back too. His anger is completely justified in my opinion, but still framed as “bad”.
Meanwhile, Leo is suffering from an acute case of Eldest Daughter Syndrome. I could make a whole other essay on how Splinter treats him in this movie but I’ll make it brief: Leo is suffocating under the weight of responsibility, after having literally been told that it’s his job to fix the family, and wants everything to fall back into place. This obviously isn’t happening with Raph, so Leo gets pushy. He’s also of the opinion that regular human things should be left to the regular humans, while Raph thinks they should help whenever they can.
And then Raph leaves and Leo gets got, and the blame is indirectly put on Raph. He left, he was the one who ultimately “wanted” to be a loner. And as a direct result, his brother, having lost his swords in their confrontation, gets nerf darted and kidnapped. So Raph is framed as the bad guy at the very end of the confrontation. Even if neither party was necessarily in the right, Raph ends up being in the wrong.
In the very next scene, Raph confesses to accidentally leaving Leo behind. He directly says “I know there’s a reason why he’s the better son and I’m not” during this. Splinter gives him a brief pep talk, notes that his qualities could be that of a leader as well, but “only when tempered with compassion and humility”. Once again, Raph’s character flaws are front and center for this interaction.
And look, I’m not saying that Raph can’t be an angry little bitch at times. Of course he can! That’s part of why I like him so much! But his temper is framed as the guilty party, and he has to “redeem” himself in order for his arc to be complete. And his temper really isn’t the issue. Sure it’s not helping, but the real problem is both Leo and Raph’s tendency to isolate. And those qualities don’t come out of nowhere (side-eyes the previous movie’s trauma as well as Splinter).
They team back up, Raph saves Leo to “redeem” himself, they beat the bad guy, everything’s good! Except the fact that neither of their true problems were addressed. Sure, they’re a team again, but they never acknowledged the problem as both of their needs to be in complete control and completely independent. This could have been a fairly easy fix too, a short conversation where they both acknowledge their isolation at the end of the film would have sufficed. But they didn’t.
TLDR: Raph and Leo both got fucked over by their flaws being presented as anger and smugness respectively, when the true problem was their tendency to self isolate, which never got acknowledged.
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lol pirate deku kidnapping and fucking the fiancé of a rival pirate or navy captain THE NIGHT of their wedding, somehow sneaking her away from the reception, like she’s STILL in her wedding dress 😂😂
A/N: this seemed a bit like non-con so i changed it so there is consent🙏Hope you dont mind!! Loved the idea💜🏴☠️
Fucked By A Pirate
Word count: 1k
Category: shameless smut
•dom deku
“A-aAh!! F-Fuck..!”
You can’t help but cry out in pleasure, tears streaming down your burning cheeks as you helplessly clutch and claw at the sheets below your trembling body on the foreign bed.
“That’s it, baby girl,” His husky whisper in your ear made you quiver, wet pussy clamping down on his long, thick cock that repeatedly slammed in and out of you in a way that made you delirious, “Scream for me.”
It felt as though all you could do was just lay there, ass in the air, and take it, take him, and God.. there was so much of him.. and you didnt mind it.
It just felt so nice.
In your eyes, he miraculously saved you from being wed to an ugly man you didn’t love,
but in his eyes - he kidnapped the daughter of an asshole general that has caused him nothing but trouble for moons and made her his, forever staining her purity with his sin.
Revenge was so sweet, so delicious, especially considering this revenge involved him getting his dick wet.
The frilly and puffy skirt of you pure white wedding dress that costs a fortune was bunched up at your waist, knees digging into the bed, underwear long gone so that he could mount you and fuck you like an animal in a rut.
He had already pleased you with his skilled mouth and fingers, you couldn’t believe he still had energy for more..
It felt so.. scandalous and exciting to be fucked by another man in your wedding dress, and to pirate no less. A ‘mortal enemy.’
But hell, could you complain when he was making you feel so, so good?
You couldnt even think straight enough to find a complaint, head spinning with overwhelming lust, his gutteral grunts and choked moans completely clouding your head and taking over you.
Drool dribbled out of your slack mouth,
“Nn-nmm! H-hah! P-please! A-AaAghh!! Mm!”
His rough, calloused fingers trailed up your throat, two digits plunging themselves deep into your mouth as he kissed, nipped, licked, and bit possessively at the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder,
“What is it, hah.. darling? Hmm?”
Your tongue, as if controlled by pure fucked out instinct alone, sloppily licked up his fingers, sucking them further into your mouth.
He groaned at the sight and feeling,
“Please what?”
“Mmnhm!! Mnmm!!” You couldn’t speak with his fingers in the way, rubbing at your tongue, nor could you find the strength to push them out, body weak from his skill in bed, the copious amounts of your own slick coating your thighs being proof enough of that.
You were overstimulated, legs shaking like a newborn lamb. You already orgasmed thrice before from his skill - having never done so previously.
Deciding to be merciful, the man with curly green hair and a cocky smile pulled his fingers out of your mouth,
“M-more!! Ple-aAAh! Please!!”
You were the lowest of the low, begging for more from a damn pirate, reputation up in flames.
You didnt care, you just wanted more. It’s all you could think about.
Devilish smirk on his handsome face, he gave in, hand disappearing between your thighs, skilled fingers now rubbing cirles around your throbbing, puffy clit.
“AAAaaAh!! AH!! FUCK!! G-GoD!! HNNGH!!”
You were addicted to sensation, overstimulation fucking with your senses, a feeling that made you feel even more helpless and lost to the pleasure he drowned you in.
It was as if you couldn’t survive without his touch.
Your legs were weak, bodily fluid you didnt know you had in you squirting out as he slammed into your vice-like virgin cunt, cock rubbing all of the right places deep inside you.
The familiar feeling of tightness in your stomach grew once again.. how he still had the strength to keep going eluded you.
“S-so.. gh-hood.. g-ood.. h-AAh!”
Pride was swelling in his chest, your absolutely fucked out expression a sign of victory.
His hips came to a stuttered stop suddenly with a wet slap, dragging a whine from your raw throat.
He wanted to hear you beg more for him, to plead, cry out. He wanted you to fully submit.
“N-no!! M-more! I-I!!”
You couldnt help but sob in despair at the lack of pleasure and friction, his magic touch fading as you were so close to the edge, “Need!”
Fat, salty tears stained the sheets below you, shame having no place here in this moment.
“Say my name,” he whispered, freckled nose cutely nudging your cheek, waiting.
“Mm-mm.. please-“
“Say my name.!” He snapped, snarling,
“Izuku!!”
His name, of course you knew his name. You knew exactly who was between your spread legs at this moment, you knew of all his crimes against the kingdom and sea.
You knew everything. One could say you were fascinated by his tales, following his every adventure through rumors on the streets and at the docks.
He drove you mad there, and here he drove you crazy.
It was almost a dream come true.
“Izuku!! F-fuck me, please! Ple-AaAH!! GaAH-!”
His cock slammed back into you, fingers spreading your soaked folds so his heavy balls could slap against your clit with every deep thrust that dragged moan after moan from your pretty lips.
You were in heaven.
Your forth orgasm came crashing down like a tidal wave on you, sucking the breath from your lungs and leaving you gasping for air.
A scream tore from your throat, stars exploding with brilliance behind your eyelids.
Your whole world was shattering once again as an earthquake erupted below your figure, gravity suspending you in thin air as all you could feel was him.
Him.
The heat that radiates off his body, the scars on his skin, the veins on his dick, the stubble on his face,
His everything.
You came on his cock, and everything felt right somehow.
“F-fuck-!” His stuttered growl felt miles away from your ears as a hot liquid shot inside you, filling you to the brim, mixing with your own juices.
Body giving out, you collapsed onto the bed, his much larger self falling down with you.
Chuckles echoed around you as your vision darkened, exhaustion creeping up your sweaty skin,
“Oh darlin,’”
He slurred, strong arms pulling you closer to him,
“I’m not letting you go.”
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Bo Sinclair x Female Reader
Sinclair College AU Part 3
Part 1 Part 2
Woo, NONCON ELEMENTS! This was written by demand. Seriously, bug me to write the AUs if you want to read them lol
Underthecut - NSFW, NONCON do not read if you do not like noncon, Dark fic, Vaginal sex, brief mention of anal, Bruises, creampie and Brief mentions of pregnancy
You shivered as Bo brought the blankets over you, cooing at how tired you must be, how you'll need all the rest you can get.
The dull ache throbbed throughout your body. Your toes hurt from curling them repeatedly, your hips hurt, from Bo's near incessant pounding and nails digging into your hips. Your breasts were sore, nipples teased and played with so long, his stubble scratched along your valley. Your neck was bruised, a feint handprint along the front mixed in with hickeys. Your lips sore and dry, lip gloss smeared around your mouth.
Dried tears over your cheeks, into your hair, onto the pillow.
"Hey, c'mon Sweets." Bo leaned in to kiss your cheek, making you squeeze your stomach in response, "Hey, you're good." He sat next to you, lightly patting your cheek, "Y'did so good for me, hm? So perfect." He leaned in, lips inches from your cheek, "Just like you've always been."
Bo looked down at you, bit his lower lip as your eyes remained vacant, body reacting out of an impulse to his touch, but emotionally wrought.
"You can rest for a lil while but then we gotta clean ya up, Sweets."
You cringed at the nickname, what was once a cute endearing term made your stomach turn.
"Rest for a bit, then we shower." Bo leaned in to kiss your temple, kissed your cheek ad a chaste kiss over your sore lips.
You curled into yourself, letting the motel blanket, stale smell, and lull you into a weak state of slumber.
Bo walked over to the chair, grabbing his crotch as he sat down, letting his chub rest against his thigh. He tapped his foot on the cheap carpeted floor. He leaned back to rummage through his stuff on the table, grabbing a joint and lighting it up.
He took a hit, leaned back. He listened, listened as the cars outside drove by, tires hissing along the wet pavement. A random dog barking, its deep thundering barks upsetting another tenant enough he heard a woman shouting for the thing to shut up.
The rain hit along the window, repeated taps along it felt commoning to Bo. The dull noise helped with his racing thoughts.
Bo wanted to curl into you, wrap his arms around you, kiss along your shoulder, laugh as you playfully reprimand him "Bo, stop! Your stubble is tickling me!" He smiled, "Bo, least you could do is just kiss me."
He coughed, smoke sputtered out through his lips. A deep hum rumbled from his chest, the image of you and him on the bed, curled into each other came so easily. Just like that one Valentine's day...
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Bo held you in his arms, hand running up and down your back. He kissed your lips, groaning as you let him slip your tongue in.
He cupped your cheek, tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Your moans spurred him on, his thigh pushed in between your legs, spreading you out for him.
"Bo...again?" You asked in a whisper.
"You know you got another round in ya." He kissed you again as he angled his cock at your entrance, grunted as his cock head was met with your warmth. "Ah, sure feels like you're ready." He pushed in, his hands grabbing your wrists to pin them above your head.
Deep intimate strokes have you cantering into him, "Bo..."
"Daddy, c'mon you know how we do this."
"Daddy, please, I want more."
Bo pulled out all the way and bucked forward, a quiet laugh as you squirmed under him.
He picked up speed, huffing and moaning above you. Placed sloppy kisses along your neck, sucking and biting, groaning at the fresh bruises forming along the skin.
"Daddy, ah, more." You freed your wrists from his grasp and ran your hands down his back, resting your hands on his ass. You pushed him further into you, "Daddy please, deeper in me."
His cock twitched in response, "You like when Daddy fucks you? You just need me fuckin' you always."
He kissed you as you moaned in response, hands traveled to the back of his hair, fingers threading through his brown hair.
Bo's hips grew sloppy, your pussy clenched around him as he pushed in deeper and deeper. He wanted to scream out his release, get another call from the front desk. Telling him that there have been noise complaints coming from his room.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in, his movements became shallow, you felt his cock throb within you.
Bo moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into you. He grinned as you sobbed under him, mewling out praises, whimpering how full he was making you feel.
"Daddy, you keep coming in me, and it might just take." He wheezed, running a hand over his forehead to brush away the sweat.
"Would that be such a bad thing?" His smile fell as you gave him a mortified look.
Reality hit him, "Bo, I can't get pregnant. I'm only in my second year of University! I need my degree first. How in the hell can I have a baby? I can't afford it, I can barely afford my classes."
He groaned at your rambling, he knew you were right, knew that realistically you could never afford a baby, that a degree gave you and your children together with a better shot.
He hummed in agreement, pulled you back into him, "Shh, we'll figure it out later." He kissed your forehead, growled as you nipped at his neck.
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Bo sat up and walked over to you on the bed, "C'mon, we need to shower now."
You remained still, eyes closed, face turning into the pillow.
Bo pulled off the blankets, a hard breath through his nose as he took you in. He lifted you into his arms, pressed kisses to the top of your head, mumbling at how sweaty you smelled and tasted.
He walked into the shitty motel bathroom, a far cry from the last time you ever shared on together on Valentine's day.
The yellow light and avocado green sink, toilet, and tub held a nasty hue.
Bo looked at himself in the mirror as he held you, his eyes held a light pink hue (the weed), bags under his eyes, his hair sticking to his forehead. He grinned taking in the bruises along his shoulders and chest. A mixture of teeth marks and fists.
He set you down, an arm around your waist to steady you.
"Okay, Sweets, gonna get you clean. How many days has it been?"
You swayed in your spot, eyes downcast.
"About five days, best to get you clean." He leaned in to place a sloppy kiss on your cheek.
He turned on the water, the steam rising up to the ceiling. "Let's step in."
The water felt euphoric on your skin, washing away the last five days of bodily fluids. Bo's dried saliva, the dried semen on your front, the bits you couldn't fully wipe off your face. The hot water kissed your bruises, a pleasant ache from the hot touch.
You stared at the yellow shower tile, steadying a breath as Bo rubbed his hands over your body. You let your mind race, let it fall into a day more pleasant thoughts.
You thought of Vincent, his arms around you, holding you close, outside the library. Tears spilled as you cursed yourself, wishing you blew off Dan to accompany Vincent. Wanted to sleep in Vincent's arms like you had been almost every night since you started dating.
"Sweets?" Bo patted your cheek, "You good?"
You snapped your attention to Bo, his thumb whipping away your tears, "Might be in the shower but your red eyes are giving you away." He kissed you, tongue running along your lips.
Bo retched back, hand raised up to his cheek, he looked at his fingers, the blood trailing down.
You held a feral look, your eyes hed a feral glare, your nails with blood being cleaned by the running hot water.
"I. Want. Vincent!" You punctuated each word. Teeth bared to the tall man in front of you. You looked through him, not taking in his baby blues, his confused expression.
Bo gave you a booming laugh, you jumped as he grabbed your wrist, "Five days of this and you still want him. I thought I could get you cock drunk on me."
Be spun you around as he pushed you against the tile. Your front pressed into the slimy uncleaned surface had you gagging.
You steadied a breath again, letting your mind race to Vincent. Not Bo poking his cock along your entrance.
"Y'know, you should be pregnant by now, I think the other whole is a little lonely." You fought back a scream.
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Vincent ran through the campus, running up to the Flamingo dorms. He had no time to think about how silly it was that the campus dorms have animal mascots.
Brahms burst through the dorm's door. Pulling on his jacket as he scratched his stubble.
Vincent ran up to him, knowing his girlfriend was a friend of his own, "Hey, Brahms, you seen Y/n? Has your girl seen her?"
"No, Princess hasn't seen her."
Vincent would normally smirk at Brahm's nickname for his girl. It was fitting, Brahms did treat her like a Princess. The gifts, the lavish vacation he took her on, she was even invited to a family wedding.
"She did mention that she has yet to get ahold of her though, apparently Dan is upset that they missed their study dates."
Vincent slapped his leg in frustration.
"I haven't seen her in five days. I've talked with my brother but I haven't seen him either." Vincent breathed in heavily, he staggered back.
Brahms reached for him, steadying his friend, "Bo probably took her."
Vincent's eye went wide.
"I mean, think about it, is it that hard to get to that conclusion. You fuck her, start dating her, flaunt how good you've both been to each other. Bo's always been, Bo. Masking his insecurity with macho bravado, hitting on pretty girls, and when they take the low-hanging fruit it fuels his ego. For a day, at least. And the one girl who managed to escape his low-level bullshit falls into his brother's arms, of course, he's pissed."
Vincent clenched his fist, "You justifying my brother?"
"No," Brahms stood up straight, arms over his chest, "Remember when I punched him for bugging my Princess? He tried to jump me a week later. For me," Brahms gave Vincent a cocky smile, "Was nothing. I can only imagine if he had anger towards a female."
Vincent's blood went cold at Brahms words. "Y'sure?"
"Hm, I am an actor! I observe people constantly, I am not known as the best method actor this school has ever had for nothing!" Brahms puffed up his chest, his cocky smile faded as he watched Vincent's shakes become near tremors.
"Look, Vincent, Have you been to the police, her parents, sibling? or whatever?" Brahms leaned closer to Vincent, a sympathetic hand remained on his shoulder.
"Yeah...her parents said...she sounded a little shaken up but fine. They said it was stress. The police are useless."
Brahms laughed, "When are they useful?" He frowned when Vincent shot him a glare.
"Okay, no joking, though not a joke, Look, I'll get Princess later and us three can go around asking for her, okay. I'll even ask my drama teacher to put pressure on the campus police."
Vincent nodded a weak defeated nod.
His hope had been diminishing day by day. He missed class and called into work. The past five days were spent on you, finding you, wanting you back in his arms. The sick feeling in his gut knew you were being held by him...the other half of him.
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You sat on the bed, your clothes back over your, the warmth they offered little comfort.
"Okay, Sweets, we're gonna get going, alright?" He nudged your shoulder.
"I need to get back to class, Bo. I need to finish my degree." You said lifelessly as if on autopilot.
"You will don't worry." He kissed the crown of your head, inhaling your scent. "Sweets you smell so damn good. So clean for her Daddy."
Your throat felt tight, the urge to barf suppressed as you pinched yourself.
"Why did you cheat on me?"
Bo looked down at you, head cocked, "Cheat on you?"
"Yes."
"I never cheated on you."
"Don't fucking lie to me, Bo!"
He stepped back, hand running over his bandaged cheek. He composed himself, leaning over you, "You better watch your tone." He growled.
The past five days had gotten to you, a resentment, and anger bubbled to the surface, "You date me, Cheat on me, on valentine's day. And you expect me to never be angry, never be upset. And you get mad when I cheat on you. fuck you, Bo. I meant nothing to you. You're nothing to me."
You screamed as Bo shoved you down onto the bed, his large hands pressed hard into your arms, he huffed above you, "Nothing to me? Did I not just spend the last five days lovin' you? Being intimate with you? Shared the most wonderful experience two people together could experience together?"
He shook you as you failed to answer, "Hm? That Valentine's day meant everything to you. This meant everything to you." Bo kissed your tears, gritted his teeth and he shook your head under him.
Bo cheated, he knew this. Knew why he cheated. Self-sabotage as always.
How could someone so sweet, caring, friendly, and loving as you fall for him, why would you? Bo was awful, downright awful, his own parents even said so.
"You'll see, Sweets, you'll see our love grow within you."
You sobbed under him, you murmured Vincent's name, repeating it over and over, as if you said it enough he'd burst through the door, saving you from Bo's hell.
#Bo sinclair#Bo Sinclair x reader#Bo sinclair x you#Bo sinclair imagine#Vincent sinclair#brahms heelshire#house of wax 2005#smut#Lemon#Dark fic
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I'm more annoyed that privileged players didn't speak up on Christen's behalf when her complaints were swept under the rug. I'm positive that all the players in the NWSL and the National Team knew about the abuse and mistreatment of Christen and other players. If a privileged player like Alex Morgan had spoken up, there would've been an uproar, immediate firing of the abuser, and change would've happened much sooner.
i mean i see ur point but tbh this is way way off the mark for me. facts first, we have no idea if cp ever wanted ANY of this to be public, let alone which teammates she told in 2014 & subsequently in 2018; i guarantee that she & tobin, another high profile white player, had a ton of convos abt this which i trust were very loving & supportive & tobin never said a word. we have absolutely no idea what role press wanted any of her teammates to play, & the fact that she herself never came forward publicly with any of this until last year is very telling. beyond that, it shouldn’t require a(n even more) famous teammate saying she believes you for the people who are supposed to protect you to do something.
which brings me to the MUCH bigger point in that it’s 100% the fault of the coaches & everyone who protected them. people in power, especially men, who abuse it are the people i’m angry at. women, even those with say & influence like alex, feeling scared or not speaking out is, imo, kind of a misdirection of anger. tobin didn’t speak out either, & there is quite literally no one closer on the uswnt or in the world to cp than her (lol but u know). uswnt players on crs as the report notes also did corroborate what cp said abt rory.
so yah i mean i’m basically choosing to place blame on the systems that perpetuate deep harm, & the men, tbh, who did that harm. for women’s sport to change & for sport itself to change, the mentality of those in power has to shift deeply. i’ve worked w ussf & usys in the past year & at an upper level it hasn’t really changed much, even after the 2021 athletic report. i’m curious to see how they/if actually respond to this
& i think i just mean at a deeper level it’s pretty simple to connect the lack of bodily autonomy + subsequent abuse in us womens sport, especially soccer (overall an extremely privileged space to gain entry to, both domestically & globally) with, like at a surface level, what’s happening w spain’s nt. but beyond that, of course it’s about women & dfab ppl having say over their bodies — what we wear; how we move; who we want, & don’t want, to touch us; how we deserve to be spoken to; the spaces we go to for work, or school, or to have fun — that’s what’s at stake, & those are the things that continue to be harmed.
globally the issues are on an even more violent & terrifying scale, if you look at iran, india, even roe being overturned in the us — it isn’t safe to be anything but a cis man, anywhere. there’s 100% more that we could all be doing, & players like alex, players like tobin, can & probably should speak out more. but the issue isn’t individual women speaking out, or being believed or not being believed. it’s a system of white supremacy that deeply & violently continues to harm women & dfab ppl everywhere, in horrendously awful ways, that is making me angry & sad. to see it laid out in 172 pages, & to know a player (& person) i rly admire played basically in hell for like five years is deeply disheartening, obviously.
but i think the more we focus on the systemic issues & like, honestly, bringing in the questions of: ‘what does abolition look like? what does justice — transformative & restorative — look like?’ to sport, just like we do to our own politic, to communal care around covid, to disability justice, queer spaces, international solidarity & radical movements, etc — that’s the only way real change will happen. i care much less about one coach being fired — men, under this violent system of patriarchy & white supremacy, will always feel entitled to women’s bodies, to women’s lives. we see it everywhere, all the time; we see it on the streets in iran & we see it on the biggest stages in pro sports. one coach being fired, or one uproar even, doesn’t do anything to shift entire systems, ways of thought, & ecosystems of healing: even after complaints into 2021, lisa baird was still trying to make sure riley didn’t quit!!
so anyway, sure, alex, pinoe, becky, kelley, tobin — any of those players could & possibly should have spoken up in support. but i have no idea what conversations they as a collective had, or individually had with christen. it seems to me pretty futile to hold any deep anger with individual players & not with those in positions of power that, for at least 20 years in pro leagues in the us, have perpetuated abuse and/or protected abusers. & in terms of global solidarity, this isn’t at all a different fight. i do think, as one of my deepest core beliefs, that we protect us — because it’s clear that those in power won’t. but that responsibility, space, & ability looks different for a lot of people. i’m angry with people who blatantly disregard & continue to perpetuate harm, especially in this situation
anyway here’s charli loafing about in her new puppy couch (memory foam), keeping us all sane
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This post I reblogged was flagged as 'adult content' (LOL but also omfg motherfuckers):
Following which text was a tiktok of a white guy stating the following.
[Everything that Republicans complain about are results of their own policies. They never think their positions through to their logical endpoints, and then complain about the situations they created, as if people on the left weren’t warning them about it the entire time. Let’s take a look at a current example: I’ve heard conservatives screaming murder for the past year about how the government cannot force them to wear masks or to take a vaccine, which, at the core of their complaints, is their claim to bodily autonomy. But since they only seem to be capable of viewing individual instances instead of the bigger picture, they don’t realise that they’re actively eroding their own right to refuse. So let’s look at a couple of those specific instances: my state, Texas, decided to ban all access to abortion, as well as prevent healthcare providers from providing healthcare to trans youth. Instead of viewing these issues as the right to bodily autonomy, which they are, the Republicans like to repackage them as “protecting the children”, and in their cynical attempt at screwing over people they don’t like, they’re screwing over themselves. If you don’t want the government telling you what to do with your body, you have to accept some things you may not like. This is called “being an adult”. Prevent healthcare for trans youth today under the guise of “protecting the children”? Then don’t be surprised when the government makes you vaccinate your own kid for the same reason.]
I'm not a big fan of the meme at the end, and my addition is not super constructive maybe, but I thought why not add a little Jewish wisdom as a treat for Rosh Hashanah.
The real issue is that tumblr is fucking censoring this with a flag I've only seen for 'female presenting nipples'.
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