#i asked them how they didnt get uncomfortable “being that disgusting”

[raybeetle]

i so sad

[penaltyboxboxbox]

sorry for a long negative post but like idk man discussing more about why a lot of my art is deleted and not coming back

ive like held off on saying anything because i really dont want to focus on it and im grateful people like my work dont get me wrong but like? i probably receive an ask a day if not more asking when/where im going to reupload my removed work, asking for specific pieces to be sent to them, finding my friends and trying to ask them for pieces, its like?

part of why i deleted everything is just this increasing entitlement to my work. i have all comments moderated so i'd see all of them and of course i see my asks and it felt like more and more every comments and every ask i'd get would just be telling me to draw/asking when i will draw their ship or driver and telling me i need to/should draw whatever situation or current event or whatever and it just. it wasnt fun. it didnt feel like anyone cared what i was making just were sitting around waiting for me to crank out their weekly content or when it would be their turn for me to draw for them.

and in line with that- reuploads. i have always explicitly asked for my art never to be reuploaded, and with the proliferation of f1fandom into twitter and tiktok and people who just have zero fucking concept of boundaries, and honestly, team accounts and big f1 accounts being completely irresponsible with how they interact with shipping terms, and the kind of content posted, i in no way felt comfortable having the work up anymore. ive seen it reuploaded to places like twitter with tens of thousands of views and comments and quotes calling it disgusting and linking right to this fucking blog man. like. what.

so that sort of behavior, paired with this continued like? entitlement? need to possess to look at to have access to my drawings that i just made for fun and share with some people who liked them? is really weird and uncomfortable to me. i made these things because they were fun for me and i liked sharing them with my friends and thought others might enjoy but people in the last few months just really started treating them like commodities and content in a way i really just hated and made it not fun at all anymore. please stop asking for the files please stop asking me when im reposting them theyre not coming back 🤷‍♂️

[jyoongim]

ok but what about alastor with a reader like angel dust in the sense trapped and abused by valentino maybe they have a different sort of personality than angel dust but in a similar situation how would he react to seeing his s/o in that sort of a situation maybe they have to interact with valentino infront of him.

thoughts?

warnings: fluff????sexual trauma! mention of SA! Val is a perverted dick! Fem!reader, Alastor not letting shit slide but caring about your wellbeing first!

Think of this as an extension of the Alastor x retired!pornstar reader fic!

You and Angel took a beauty day from all the hustle and bustle of the hotel. The day was filled with spa appointments and shopping.

Angel laughed as you asked his opinion on lingerie that Alastor would like, blushing when he teased about the Overlord having the hots for you. You were having a great time; until Angel’s phone started blowing up.

Valentino.

The perverted bug was calling Angel in for a shoot and on his day off.

You grimaced, but you understood. 

Valentino didn't understand the word ‘No’.

Thats why you stayed away from the industry.

Consent did not matter. At least to Val. 

You shuddered at the unpleasant memories.

Angel apologized,  but you shook you head, looping your arm through his to walk him to the studio. You at least wanted to see him off.

You felt your ears flatten as you entered the studio, your palms getting sweaty as the two attendants opened the double doors to Val’s studio.

”Annnngeelll baby I missed you!” Val exclaimed, taking a puff of his cigarette as he approached the two of you.

His red eyes shifted to you, a purr rumbling through his chest

”ooooh Angel you didnt say you were bringing an absolute gem!” His large hand wrapped around your unwilling hand, bringing it to his lips and instead of kissing it…Val licked up your arm.

You immediately recoiled, giving a nervous smile “pleasure as always Val,  but I fear that I am not here for any…ugh entertaining purposes, just seeing Angel off before heading home”

Home.

That’s right home.

 You considered the hotel home.

Everyone was so nice and no one judged you for your past.

You didnt have to put on a persona for a camera and could just be yourself. You could laugh and cry and be comforted for it.

And you were treated like a person. By an evil Overlord at that.

Val chuckled darkly, looking you up and down “oooh really? Because Angel could use a few pointers, you might dress differently but you can’t fool me cara…” A slight burning sensation had you wince a bit, clutching your belly.

cursed womb mark. Damn you Valentino.

 “You’re nothing but a little cumslut” Val leaned down to whisper in your ear.

You narrowed your eyes, glaring up at him. Angel gave a nervous laugh to ease the tension “Why don’t you stay to watch one shoot eh? I don’t mind being criticized by a true professional” he tugged you under his arm, away from Val and to give you a wink.

You sighed “one shoot. Ill stay to watch one shoot”

Val grinned as he whisked you to sit in a director chair as he handed you the script.

You made a face of disgust as you looked over the script. Rough, demeaning sex and no buildup at all.

You shuddered. You were happy to have left all this behind but you knew everyone wasn’t lucky.

”ACTION SLUTS!” Val shouted to begin the scene.

Your eyes roamed about the scene and you felt sweaty.

Uncomfortable and anxiety. These were emotions you usually had when you were around Val, but they normally ran this rapid when you were in a shoot yourself.

But you weren’t…so why were you so nervous?

”What do you think about that angle?”

”You could have made that work”

”None of them are gonna reach your level!”

”Ugh they can’t even get that right!”

You barely listened to Val’s rambling until your lower belly burned, you clenched your teeth, eyes looking over at the smug pimp.

A smile was on his face, but it didn’t match his words.

”Why don’t you be a doll and show ‘em how its done babygirl” he tilted his head smiling knowingly.

It was like a light switch went off.

A warm feeling spread throughout your body and you found yourself moving towards the scene.

The script was rather raunchy;  ‘victim blindfolded and bound taken advantage of by gang’

”watch and learn” Valentino purred watching as a demon blindfolded you and settled you into a low arch.

You were surrounded. The warmth and heavy scents surrounded you as the demons touched and probed at you.

A whimper escaped your throat as a tongue licked at your cunt, dipping into you to give you some prep.

No No No No No No NO! You were screaming in your head as several cocks entered you.

Your lips parted to scream but a cock was shoved down your throat, a moan erupting from the demon who thrusted into your mouth.

Your body burned as you were worked into an orgasm. You kicked and thrashed to get the demons off of you.

They couldn’t cum in you, they just couldn’t.

Alastor…

Tears streamed down your face as you thought of the red demon.

How would be react when he found you smelling like other demons?

You had given up this lifestyle. You weren’t a whore who needed to flaunt her pussy to the world for a quick buck.

”G-get off-” you tried to say through the haze.

Your blindfold fell as you were pounded into, your eyes frantically meeting Val’s; a smirk was on his lips as he puffed his cigarette 

Go on and cum baby he mouthed

No! Nonononono!

Your body tensed as you cummed around a stranger’s dick.

A sob escaped you as the demon groaned before spilling his cum into you, the others cumming on your body.

Long arms wrapped around you, pulling you off the bed and you sobbed into a fuzzy chest.

”What the hell Val!” Angel hissed, wrapping a robe around you.

The tall demon snapped his finger and your womb mark ceased burning. “I’m sure the public would love to see such a diamond return to the spotlight. After all, she’s my best investment”

He looked over you, clicking his tongue and waving the two of you off as he shouted out commands for the next scene.

”I can’t believe that asshole did that to you. Oh toots don’t worry well get you cleaned up and good as new once we get to the hotel” Angel tried to reassure you.

You immediately ran to your room, getting in the bath and scrubbing at your skin.

Tears ran down your face as you scrubbed. You wanted the scent and feeling of those demons off you.

Your skin was red and you didn’t even realize how hard you were scrubbing until a clawed hand grabbed the sponge.

”Darlin scrub any harder and your skin will be raw” a radio-filtered voice chirped.

You jerked away, eyes wide as you watch Alastor drain the tub.

”now what’s got you so raddled?” He tilted his head in question.

Your lip quivered, head down, unable to meet his eyes.

A hand gently cupped your chin to make you look at him. Alastor had a very stern look on his face, despite the smile on his face.

”I-I-I’m sorry Al!” You bursted into sobs as you wrapped your wet arms around his neck.

He patted your back to soothe you, waiting for you to calm down so you could tell him what disturbed you so much.

”I was out with Angel and he was called to the studio a-and Val h-he h-he…I did something I vowed to never do I’m sorry I’m so sorry” you sobbed.

Alastor stiffened.

He knew what your occupation was before you came to the hotel. You had given that up to better yourself.

He never once thought that you would be dragged back to be a former version of yourself.

He could smell the scents of others on you, no amount of soap and fragrance could hide the fact he knew what had transpired.

”Oh my dear it’s alright” he cooed,pulling you to stand. To assess the damage that had been done.

Claw marks and an intricate mark on your lower belly.

He grimaced.

But he had more important matters to attend to, you.

He cautiously lathered you in lotions, put ointments on your wounds and dressed you for bed.

”Don’t worry your pretty head my dear, I don’t think of you any less. I know you wouldn’t have done something like that on your own free will” he hummed tucking you in, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead.

He waited until you fell asleep to slip away and once your bedroom door closed behind him, his aura darkened.

The hallways lights flickered and the building shook as his shadow angrily ripped at the wallpaper and figurines.

He made his way to his radio tower and smiled wickedly.

He wouldn’t let this offense go unnoticed. Oh no no one dared to lay a hand on his darlin and get away with it.

Oh he was going to make the Vees live a fucking nightmare

[illyabata]

scars are A Thing™ with wriothesley and nobody can convince me otherwise, idc if there is zero mention of his scars or their meaning when he comes out idc it’s my permanent headcanon that scars and their stories are simply entangled with his character idc

so now i give you: wriothesley who is fascinated by your scars

tw: discussion of scars lol, but in no way do i indicate their origin unless it’s stretch marks. however if talk of scars at all is triggering to you, dont read!! it’s sweet fluffy stuff, but that doesn’t matter if it will trigger you. please take care :)

sfw, big brainrot under cut

theyre so much smaller than his, more delicate, just like you. doesnt matter if compared to other people you are big or tall, he’s such a big guy that he makes you feel small no matter your size or height. and no matter what your scars look like to you, to him they are beautiful. to him they are delicate.

he’s enamored by all of your scars no matter their origin—stretch marks, however, seem to intrigue him the most of all. he’s absolutely transfixed by them, and you can never understand why. he’s simply mesmerized by the way the blemished skin stretches as he thumbs and presses it, watching the discoloration flatten itself only to bloat back when he leaves it alone. for some reason he just seems so puzzled by the concept of natural scarring of the body; nothing had happened to harm you for these to appear—they’re simply the product of change, your skin either going through rapid periods of expanding or shrinking. he thinks they’re pretty.

he’d spend so long just running his rough fingers over your skin, absorbed in the feeling of the puckered tissue under his own blemished hands. whether the scars are stretch marks or from something else, he loves them, he loves you.

this might sound weird but i just like to imagine you both spend time gently tracing each others’ scars as comfort, like it sounds weird in words but it makes sense i promise. there is something intimate and fascinating about scars, no matter what they’re from; it’s truly like the language of your body’s history, a record of what has occurred. you can resent them or be proud of them, it really depends on the person and situation—but regardless, scars are always a record, and that is a constant no matter the person.

and if you’re not comfortable with that level of touch or that much attention on your scars, that is absolutely okay. he’s not going to make you uncomfortable, he’ll always ask if it’s okay before he looks at or touches them—or touches you at all, really. he never wants to hurt you. and if you say you’d rather he not touch your scars, he’ll understand and just show you he loves you—all of you—in some other way.

like idk about anyone else or if its just me and im fucking insane but sometimes i get lost looking at my own scars; sometimes the human body at work is just kind of fascinating to watch, and even more so in retrospect. it’s like holy fuck you’re looking at its handiwork, you can plainly see how the skin has been so masterfully rebuilt into this little woven bandaid of cells, carefully crafted to not only rebuild but protect. your body has looked after itself, and it will continue to do so. and thats just kind of a fascinating thing to me idk😭

some extra thoughts about scars, not really to do with wrio; red brackets will indicate the end of it if you want to skip: [[ it usually replaces any feeling of disgust i have because instead of focusing on the bad feeling of remembering where they came from or being sad at the way they look im able to think about how cool it is the way my body recovered and made my skin even stronger; it didnt just wipe it all away and give me a clean slate so i could forget, it pieced the cells together again bit by bit until it had not only replaced the wound but enforced it—so instead of forgetting the bad feelings, they were replaced by wonder. sort of like a sign that says “proof that where once there was pain, now there is strength”. it’s kind of like how they say you don’t just try to quit bad habits, you must replace the bad habit with a good one. you can replace the bad feelings associated with your scars with new feelings, whether they are good feelings or neutral feelings or meh feelings. ]]

before you, he understood scars to be an ugly thing—a source of shame, a show for others to marvel at if he left them uncovered, for them to ogle at and whisper about as if trying to guess the origin of the wounds was a sort of entertainment to them. and then in the fortress of meropide, his scars felt much less like a source of shame and more like an intimidation factor (which wasn’t something he necessarily felt good about, but it was something that he benefitted from as the duke). but when you came along and he began to know you, suddenly they were this beautiful, fascinating phenomenon that lead him to view his own scars in a different light.

he’s a powerful, strong man, yes. he’s intimidating and feared, but he is also loved, and all for good reason—he is solid and safe, an image of reliability to others. and sometimes it could weigh him down when he couldn’t seem to let another help carry the burden.

the way you made him feel, though, tracing his big ugly scars like they were rivers, like they weren’t repulsive—it changed him entirely, and it changed the way he saw himself. in the overworld, he was a criminal brute slathered in the proof of his savageness. in the fortress, he was the rock-solid standard for redemption, and he had to uphold his firm reputation. but with you, he was able to be fragile; with you, the walls he had built to protect himself from both sides of fontaine’s society came tumbling down, because he didn’t have to pretend when he was with you.

if such a small, sweet thing like you could see him in such a kind light with so much love in those eyes of yours, perhaps he was not so bad after all.

everyone else in all of teyvat could believe he was truly a bad guy like he sometimes enjoyed playing at—but it wouldn’t matter, because there you were in his bed every night, held fast in his big arms as you mindlessly traced the long, thin writings engraved in his skin, letting the stories they told lull you to sleep.

[armpirate]

OMGG!!! The only one was so amazing just wanna say thank u again 💗

Also can u pls also make a part story of them when YN gets pregnet and jk reaction?!!! 😬 also have them smut like they say sex with while pregnet are more better than it was , idk how far its true but well its up to u how it will ended up , well dont mind my requset just do what u like, even if u didnt want its okay ✌

MASTERLIST

Full story

pairing: TheOnlyOne!JK x fem!reader || Mafia

w.c.: 3.6k

Warnings: mention of vomit, smut, dirty talk, pregnancy sex, voyeurism, female masturbation

Aprox. time of reading: 16 minutes

The environment was too heavy. The loud voices around the table, the fake laughs, the momentary shouts to give more emphasis to what they were saying... and certainly the way your stomach felt like you had been rolling on yourself for hours didn't help. Your husband's hand never left your thigh under the table, aware of the way your frown was slightly furrowed and your lips twisted in disgust.

"Doll, are you okay?" Jungkook asked for the third time that night, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

"Yeah, I don't know" you shook your head, gulping thick. "I think I might be getting sick or something. It's okay" you patted his hand, caressing the tattoos on his fingers.

Jungkook smiled, taking your answer before he laid a kiss on your exposed shoulder and joined one of the conversations back.

It was so weird.

For a few days, you had been feeling queasy, losing appetite over food you'd have lost your mind over months back, feeling dizzy at random moments of the day -especially in the morning. It was shocking how your stamina seemed to last less, to the point that you'd fall asleep in places you would've never thought of. It wasn't like being in the hotel was the most entertaining thing for you, but it certainly wasn't as boring for you to end up sleeping on Jungkook's desk while you worked on some documents.

As much as you had tried to find that little thing that might've made your stomach upset, and influenced the way your body was working, you couldn't find anything out of usual.

"Earth calling Y/n" Jin joked, bringing you back to the conversation. "Are we so boring for you to ignore us?" he he reproached, pointing at you with the fork.

"I don't even know why you're surprised. She married Jungkook, at the end of the day" you heard Yoongi tease him back, licking his lips before he gave a sip of his drink filled with wine.

Jungkook's grip on your thigh tightened, drawing your eyes on him just so you could assure him for the fourth time that night that you were okay. Your soft smile was all he needed to relax again, and move back to allow the waiters to serve the food in front of you.

You didn't know if it was the way the fish was cooked, but you felt disgusted by its odor as soon as the plate was settled ahead of you.

"Y/n, are you okay? You look a bit pale" dared to ask, giving you a concerned look.

"Yes, I'm okay. It's just..." the sentence was interrupted by a gag reflex that you managed to stop before it was too obvious. Although you could only hold on to the noise from it, because the uncomfortable feeling stayed there for a second until you felt your stomach preparing for the second one "I'm sorry".

The chair squeaking under you, at the sudden movement to drag it away from the table to run away from there, made everyone look up to you. Until then, most of the people around the oval table were minding their business, but you made sure that attention would fall on Jungkook after your dramatic exit.

There wasn't anything as distressing as feeling the bile going up your throat until you were forced to take it out, kneeling in front of a toilet in the nearest restroom to the private room you all were in. For a few seconds, you dealt with your bangs and some locks making their way in front of your face, while you tried to keep the balance, until someone else got in charge of them. You'd recognize that gentle touch anywhere else, as he picked the hair that was bothering you with one hand and comforted you with the other on your back.

One last gag, one last spit, and you thought you were done. Your breathing was a bit faster from the effort, your eyes felt teary and you didn't want to imagine how bad you probably looked at that moment.

He handed you some paper, so you could clean your mouth as he flushed the toilet and waited for you to recover. He was squatting next to you, giving you that worried look that you recognized. Only one dangerous word from you, and he'd be setting the whole place on fire.

"Don't give me those eyes" you warned him, sighing as you sat on the top of the toilet.

"What eyes?" his tone sounded exhausting, and his body language was giving away how frustrated he actually was when he tilted his head.

"The eyes of someone who's about to kill somebody"

"Good, because I want to kill somebody" he replied. "You've been feeling bad all night. Or, let's better say, you've done well at pretending you were fine until now" he clicked his tongue. "What did you eat? Did you drink or eat something out of home? Did any of the food you ate this week taste weird?" he started asking, placing a hand subtly on your knee.

"I promise I'm okay" you insisted.

But that sentence most probably translated into something else in his brain. Jungkook stood up, extending his hand in front of you to help you get up.

Taking a deep breath, you got up from the place where you were sitting, feeling his fingers intertwining yours as he walked you outside. But instead of turning left to go back to the private area, he turned right, walking towards the exit. "Jungkook, the dinner..." you tried to stop him.

"Fuck the dinner" he huffed, "I'm taking you to the hospital".

It didn't matter how many times you insisted you were okay, his paranoia was winning the argument against you, and the slightest chance of you being poisoned some time in the week made all of his alarms blast at full volume in his head.

Jungkook insisted on you getting checked the first time you fell asleep next to him during one of the meetings. The next time was when you tripped on your feet when you went dizzy for a second. And that night was the last straw he needed to put a stop to your stubbornness.

You hated hospitals. The smell, the feeling of never being okay... you just couldn't stand being in those places. And the fact that you were dragged to one had you fuming all the way there, even if Jungkook tried to convince you that it was something you needed. It didn't matter how hard you wanted to stay mad, one look into his sparkly rounded eyes as he whispered that he'd feel relieved if he saw everything was okay and you were fumbled.

The doctor's first words after you got your tests done got you and Jungkook looking at each other, confused.

"When was the last time you had your period?" he asked, looking at you over his pasty squared glasses.

You pressed your lips together, trying to remember, and realizing you should've had your period two weeks back. It wasn't like your period was regular, but you never had delays of more than a week.

"A month ago" you whispered, with your voice lowering with every letter you pronounced.

"Everything is fine with your body, mrs. Jeon" he scoffed. "Really fine, actually".

As he handed you the papers with all of the results, you were sure your knowledge in Korean was deceiving you, inviting Jungkook to read them himself when he was aware of the shocked expression on your face.

"Positive" he whispered.

"Hmm. Yeah, it seems like that food that didn't sit well is actually a baby" the doctor joked. "Congratulations" he celebrated for the two of you, "or I'm sorry, I don't know".

You walked out first, bowing to him as you tried your best to walk on those heels when you were barely able to keep up with the weight of your own body. Jungkook read the results as he walked behind you, unbelieving of what his eyes were seeing.

"Y/n" he called you.

The tears in your eyes started rolling down your cheeks as you turned to him, being the only way to make that pressure on your chest feel a bit lighter. He hugged you tight, wrapping his arms around your body while you held onto his waist and hid your face on his chest.

"Shh" he tried to calm you down, moving his fingers through your locks.

"I'm pregnant" you whispered within hiccups. "We're going to have a kid".

If it weren't because, after three years of marriage, he knew you so well, he'd have thought that was bad news for you. Jungkook smiled against your temple, hugging you tighter and encouraging you to sob a bit louder.

Getting pregnant was an idea you got rid from throughout the years, it stopped being a topic of discussion between you two after several arguments where you felt insecure and undeserving of him, while he fought to show you the opposite. You had gone through different therapies, only to end up with the same disappointment every time. So seeing that "Positive" in your results was the closest you had ever been to witnessing a miracle.

"We're pregnant" you moved back, repeating it while looking him in the eyes.

"I know" Jungkook nodded, moving the locks away from your face and wiping the tears away as he stared into your bright eyes.

He had known you for quite some time, but he swore he hadn't seen the way his universe reflected in your eyes as clearly as it did that night.

You were lying in the middle of your bed, looking up at him as he joined you in your bedroom after taking a shower and changing his suit for some comfortable clothes. You managed to deal with some of the shared responsibility that came along with Bangtan, until your belly started to grow enough to make it impossible for you to barely move. For your safety, and his mental peace, Jungkook came up with the idea of you staying at home -with him only leaving whenever he was actually needed somewhere. But, most of the time, it was Jungkook orbiting around you and pleasing your needs before you could even be vocal about them.

That day, he had to take a morning trip to Seoul, forcing him to spend most of his day outside -which translated in him being present through texts or video calls several times throughout the day, until he managed to go back home.

He sat behind you, extending his legs around your hips so you were almost trapped in his body when his chest rested on your back and his chin on your shoulder.

"How are my two precious treasures doing?" his voice sounded muffled against your skin, with the vibrations tickling on your skin and making your body squirm with a giggle.

"Treasure number one is okay" you assured about yourself, "While treasure number two keeps making it clear he wants to be as a restless ass as his father" you joked.

"That's my boy" he cheered, receiving a playful jab on his stomach from you.

Still smiling, Jungkook leaned to kiss the curve of your shoulder over one of his oversized t-shirt, slowly moving up to your neck. You know he didn't do it with any intention of taking it further, they were more like caring pecks, but your body reacted to them as if he had dug through one of the most erogenous corners in your body.

"What?" he inquired, looking at you over your shoulder.

"Nothing" you tried to shrug it off, caressing his hands that almost covered your whole belly.

"Is it because I did..." he gave another kiss, making sure his lips would be in contact with your skin as he reached the collar of his t-shirt "this?".

"Kook" you warned him.

You didn't know if it were going crazy, or if it was because Jungkook had barely touched you that way ever since the belly started growing a significant amount, that made him be concerned of the slightest move you could make -which translated in more than two months going no further than some make out sessions that always left you over the edge. And while you appreciated how caring he was, it was driving you insane the distance he set for you two.

"Don't start something you won't finish" you asked him, tilting your head.

"Hmm, who said I won't finish it?" he challenged, rubbing his lips over the arch of your ear. After dropping a kiss on the sensitive skin behind it, he whispered "I know I said I would try to keep my hands to myself, but I can't do it anymore".

He moved his legs under yours, hooking your knees with his to pull them apart.

"How bad do you want me?" you teased, encouraged by the way his hands advanced over your inner thighs at a slow pace.

"Well, you have no idea of the many times I've ended up jerking off in the bathroom after seeing you naked, I think that should...".

A loud chuckle interrupted him, having you pushing him and kicking his arm "It'd have been enough just saying that you want me bad".

"I want you so bad, baby" he purred against your lips.

Shutting the moan that was coming out of your mouth at the sudden touch of his cold fingers with your folds, Jungkook linked your lips together. Your hips reacted automatically to his touch, grinding against his digits when they found their way to your clit, and that gentle rub made you ascend to the seventh heaven, squirming at every small touch he was giving you. Thatconstant sway of hips was also pushing him to the limit, feeling your ass pressing against his hard dick every time you tried to reach for tighter fictions against his fingerprints.

"You're so wet" he mumbled against your lips, tracing your lips with his tongue before he kissed you again. "How did I even think going without fucking you for months?".

"Because you're a dumbass" you gasped, back arching at the sudden throb in your core.

"Are you going to cum so fast?" his mocking tone only added fuel to the fire that was starting in your lower stomach, and that had you pulling the sheets underneath your feet away.

"Kook, please" the barely powerful fear of him leaving you hanging had you begging before you had to, making him scoff.

"I got you, babe" he assured, lowering his left hand from your neck to one of your breasts, softly pressing the palm of his hands against the hard nipple. "Cum for me, hmm? Get yourself ready, because you'll be coming on my cock next".

His lewd words were the final push you needed to let yourself go, embracing that desperate feeling that you were craving so much for the past few weeks, losing any type of control all over your body and letting the pleasure speak by itself when your back arched against his chest in sync with a whine.

You still thought Jungkook was messing with you, and that he'd help you clean yourself and change clothes as he helped you stand up and started undressing you. But his fingers moved over your skin as if he wanted to set you on fire again, rubbing the reverse of his digits every time he tried to pull one of the fabrics away.

"We'll be careful" his eyes looked deep into yours, as if he were promising his reflection that you'd both take it easy, rather than you. "We don't want to hurt Ujin".

You had many questions, started by that name, but you thought it was something to discuss later and keep the focus on what you two wanted to do.

Jungkook guided you back towards the bed, helping you move over the mattress until you laid on your side. He joined next to you right after, pinching your chin and kissing your forehead before he moved your legs over hip.

He had been deep diving for too long on the Internet about what were the safest sex positions, afraid that the moment of you two being unable to hold back your needs came.

Your pussy clenched at the first feeling of his tip against your folds, feeling your clit throb only at the idea of being stretched out by him again.

"If it hurts, or if it bothers you, I'll stop" he squeezed the skin under your chin, warning you.

Your lip was trapped under your upper teeth as he slowly rammed into you, stretching your walls inch by inch until you two were linked together completely, announcing it with a heavy gasp. Jungkook warned you with his eyes, announcing his movements before you nodded.

Feeling him go all the way out, to pound back into you as slowly had to be one of the most erotic thoughts you had ever felt, feeling all the hairs in your body raise whenever his tip teased its way out to then rub against the deepest spot it could reach in your guts.

His thumb kept tracing circles on your skin, holding you by your knees while his other hand was holding the curve on your neck softly, assuring himself that you were comfortable in that position, while you sneaked yours at the top of his head, playing with his hair as you felt the pleasure building up, closer to blow at any moment as his thrust sped up.

"Does it feel good?" his voice sounded raspy, yet he gave you such a gentle look that made your pussy and your heart throb at the same time.

"Yes, don't stop" you begged, pressing your palm against your clit.

"I missed so much how warm you feel around me, doll" Jungkook moaned, moving his head back for a moment before his eyes were back on yours. "You always take me so good".

With a more firm grip on your neck, he made sure your body didn't bounce too harshly for you to end up hurt, controlling the power of his thrusts. Changing the angle of his hips, he moved at the same steady pace, rubbing his tip against one particular spot that made your toes instantly curl.

You wouldn't last too long.

The touch of his hands, the sound of his groans and moans, and how his dick stretched out so well had you gripping the pillow cover beneath his head. And Jungkook loved that look on your face, that particular expression you made when you were ready to give him the world and everything he could ask for, too drunk in pleasure to think straight, giving you a tiny glimpse of how he felt around you every single day since he met you.

Your walls took him in, clenching around his length tight as if you didn't want him to leave ever again, at the same time your eyes rolled to the back and your jaw clenched with a prolonged moan. He went right after you, spilling his seed deep inside your cunt, feeling more connected to you than ever before.

As you two recovered, Jungkook stayed hugged to you, playing with your hair and smiling among shaky breaths.

"If you take so long to lay a hand on me ever again, I'll file for divorce" you joked, with a daydreaming smile curving on your face.

That wasn't what you were screaming when you two bursted inside the emergency room in the hospital, to later be dragged on a wheel chair to your room. In fact, you kept screaming how you wouldn't allow him to lay a hand on you ever again, or how unfair it was that you were the only one going through all the pain while all he did was stand there. You kept squirming once you were moved to a bed, groaning and whining at the intense pain in your lower stomach that was only preparing you for the pain you'd end up going through once Ujin decided to step into the real world and stop living peacefully inside of you.

Although it all lost sense, it all didn't matter, it was as if that pain had only been a nightmare when the nurse wrapped your baby in a towel and handed it to you, followed up close by his protective father's gaze until he was lying in your arms.

You remembered the way you cried when you were first told you were pregnant, and how you got so emotional whenever you saw him moving through that tiny television next to you, but it still didn't feel real. All those months you didn't get your hopes up, you didn't believe it'd end up with you holding your baby tight against your chest, while Jungkook snaked a hand behind your neck and his palm gently covered Ujin's head.

"His hands are so tiny" you sobbed, moving your index finger over his tiny hand. "He's so tiny".

"You made it, babe" Jungkook kissed the top of your head.

"We made it" you rubbed your head against his cheek, unable to control the tears from falling down at how full you were feeling in that particular moment.

The nurse smiled at you, standing at one side of your bed before asking "Do you know how you will name him?"

Jungkook looked down at you, receiving a proud smile before you took a breath and answered: "Our little blessing, Ujin".

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

How Sam would be as your girlfriend (Part 7)

Sam was asleep next to you and you couldn't sleep

"Baby". You whispered. "Baby". You whispered again.

You gently shook Sam. "Baby". You said to her.

"Hmm". Said said tiredly. "Are you okay?" Sam asked you

She turned to you to face you

"You were gone all day. And I missed you". You said. You frowned. :(

"I was working overtime at the karaoke and bar place. But I missed you too". Said Sam

You turned away

"Baby". Sam said to you. "Come here". She said

"No!" You said

"Please?" Said Sam

You turned to face Sam

She opened her arms so she can hold you

And so she did

She held you tight

You were thinking that Sam cheated but you knew she would never do that

"I had to work overtime because no one else could cover the shift" Said Sam

You just listened

"But believe me baby I missed you so much". Sam said to you

You smiled and felt at ease

"I love being in your arms". You said to your girlfriend

"I love having you in my arms" Said Sam

Sam gently pulled you a little closer to her and

Cuddled you on her and

You and Sam fell asleep together with Sam as the big spoon

And you as the little spoon

She hates working overtime because she would

Rather be home with you kissing you all over

And hugging you all day

At the bar and karaoke place you were drinking a soda and some drunk guy tried to look at your butt

"My oh my" Said the guy. "You got quite the butt on you" He said to you

You felt so disgusted and uncomfortable

Sam saw this and grabbed a huge I mean HUGE knife

She pointed it at the guy "Hey asshole! Do you wanna get stabbed tonight?" Sam growled at him

The drunk guy looked at your girlfriend Sam out of pure panic. "No!" He said

"Then back away from her before I cut your fuckin balls off and feed them to you!!" Sam snarled.

The guy ran and tripped then ran out of the bar

You felt like you were gonna cry because

The drunk man scared you

Sam ran as fast as she could to hold you

"Its okay baby. I'm right here. You're safe". Sam said to you

Sam is your protector

Shes so protective over you that when she saw

Your cousins wife's dad touch your basketball Jersey that you were wearing

Sam immediately stood up and looked at him

With an evil death glare

"Dont touch her! Or the basketball Jersey! Back away from her!!" Sam yelled

The dad looked at Sam funny. "What? I didnt do anything I just like the players name in the back of her jersey!" He said

He was clearly a bit tipsy

"Still", Sam said to him. "Keep your hands to yourself". She said to him

Everyone in the house looked at Sam and Sam just stared at them

"Yes?" Sam said

"Nothing". Said everyone

They all found it cute that Sam is super protective of you

Sam makes an amazing breakfast

Pancakes, bacon, hashbrowns, eggs

And she makes a great cup of iced coffee

She loves to spoil you

With hugs and kisses and cuddles

Even Tara says Sam gets all lovey dovey when you're around! Hehehe

[trixstriforce]

hello :) i saw your posts about lu and idk if you were gauging interest in people hearing your opinions. personally i would be super interested in reading what specifically about every lu character is ooc! i am similarly frustrated with the current dominance of lu characterizations in fandom as a ww fan. ive been following for a while i just logged into this side account because i am scared to ask on main :( i hope you do not mind the somewhat bare blog. thank you!

oh my god oh my god oh my god someone wants my opinion??? do u wanna make out???? u do not understand the power u r giving me rn u do not understand how annoying and nitpicky and very passionate i can get specifically about lu bc i care so much about link its unreal and also bc i just like things like linkedmaze, dimensional links, and minaslinkverse better characterization wise bc to me they have shown the "found family links meeting up" thing a lotttt better than lu when i still read it

but to be fair i STOPPED reading around the part where four split due to the way the lu community reacting to the person with DID, a very stigmatized disorder who genuinely just wanted Jojo to acknowledge they messed up in the past and present and didnt like the vauge ass apology she gave making me actually disgusted. ppl talk about accountability then rallied against 1 tumblr user who was uncomfortable bc ppl liked Jojo's comic so she doesnt have to explain that now she respects nonbinary ppl and understands how past things were wrong for her to say we just infer this bc lu good :/ like hey maybe Jojo owned up to it afterwards or something bc she made 2 apologies that would make a YouTuber blush so i was done w/ the community and it was only rlly after that and after i played a few of the actual games + read some mangas i realized wow actually i do not like lu as much as i thoguht i did they butchered my boy, also i feel i should say it literally wouldnt matter to me do what u want in ur au but lu is now a fandom of its own and its influenced a lot of other aus and interpretations of link so i do take issue w/ how ooc these guys end up being

OK HERE R THE MOST BASIC ISSUES W/OUT GETTING INTO EACH LINK RN:

for one i dont know for me having link as a secret hoarder who would rather DIE than use the full scope of his abilities around OTHER HEROS is just no bc thats fucking stupid levels of wanting to appear normal around OTHER HEROS possiblly the ONLY other ppl to ever understand what u r going through

for me having every single link act like a frat boy/standard teenage white boy who is emotionally constipated is a no??? have u SEEN link he is so sociable and kind and understanding to other ppl WHY r the links like this, so many fics just...make them stew in their issues for angst and not trust the others and be incredibly insecure about the other heros(which is lu canon for at least hyrule and wind i think?) and like ok that is definitely fine for 1 link but why r they all like this in the games link is clearly not like that he wouldn't be this closed off and wouldn't hesitate so much like my dude he just inserts himself into other ppl's lives to make them better than leaves he wouldn't pussyfoot around other heros like what

also another major issue is the mergings just lead to certain characterizations or important backstory for certain links(FOUR. LEGEND.) being completely erased and the nuance of their journeys lost like when u merge links who r canonically 100s of years apart not just in the timeline but in the GAMES? yeah u lose things that make that link special

also bc u mentioned wind waker i found it kinda fucked up that wind waker link was delegated to The Kid TM even tho his entire journey was about moving on from the past to a brighter future and he took on the mantle left behind by the hero of time on his own volition and did what Time COULDN'T do which is kill Ganon but he is constantly underestimated and made into the Kid Who Wants Approval trope specifically around Time which sucks ass ngl he deserves to be an equal him still being a kid while the others got to grow up, including Four who's first journey arguably would have been a better fit for this archtype of wide eyed kid, is just side lining one of the most interesting links especially considering most of the other links were YOUNGER than him when they started

this is all general stuff plus 1 of my issues w/ Wind bc ur a Wind Waker fan bc as a Spirit Track fan i feel a kinship, im gonna make another post for specifically each link breaking down my issues w/ how they r portrayed later bc rn it is 8am and i ment to just say haha ty for the permission but then my inner ranter came out i am INCAPABLE of being normal about lu especially after i actually experienced zelda games bc lu was my FIRST introduction to zelda outside of smash bros lol

toast if u r reading this say rip to ur dms bc i am once more gonna talk to u about a comic for a videogame franchise u only know about due to my rambles and forcing u at gunpoint to learn about link...godspeed comrade

[orionsangel86]

I don't often ever really talk about these things but like, does anyone else have MAJOR franchise fatigue?

Marvel, Star Wars, Disney, HARRY FUCKING POTTER

I am so done with them all.

I'm gonna rant about Harry Potter for a bit. Fair warning.

I got tired of Harry Potter well over 10 years ago. The final movies hadn't even been released and because I have the disadvantage of living in bloody England Harry Potter bullshit has been EVERYWHERE for TWO FUCKING DECADES. I remember my friend dragging me to the studio tour because she got tickets for her bday. I like movie BTS stuff but my god the amount of BUY THIS BUY THAT that gets shoved in your face drove me mad. Proud to say that other than the OG books I read when I was a teenager I have never owned a single bit of HP merchandise in my LIFE. It took my irl friends bullying me to finally go on pottermore and get sorted into a Hogwarts house when I was 27. TWENTYSEVEN. I resisted for years!! I don't even care. They sat me down and made me log on to that stupid website and take the stupid quiz whilst I raised an eyebrow the whole time and tried to smile and pretend it was fun. After all, I'm not actually a total bitch and they are my friends and were enjoying themselves and I didn't wanna upset them. But why do I need to know if I'm a hufflepuff or whatever? Oh thats right, so I can buy the appropriate MERCHANDISE.

You know real witches make their wands? They go out and find a tree and ask the tree if they can take a branch, you have to give the tree something back and say a blessing. You can add crystals or ribbon or whatever you want but a wand is NOT something you buy in a bloody shop. I hate that HP made kids think that.

Why would anyone wanna buy a game about a nearly 3 decade old franchise thats been shoved in all our faces practically our whole lives (if you are a millennial or younger). Im not a gamer anyway so I don't get the appeal but even without all the transphobia and antisemitism involved the whole concept is extremely tiresome to me.

Can we please be done with Harry Potter now??? I dont wanna see it. I dont wanna see anything about it. I didnt give a fuck when I was in my early twenties and I dont give a fuck now in my late thirties its never been any fucking good. Its a rip off of Lord of the rings crossed with the writing of Terry Pratchet and Neil Gaiman anyway.

For years I felt awkward even mentioning to people that I didnt like Harry Potter, like it was a cardinal sin or something. I'm glad people are finally seeing it for what it truly it, even though I wish it didnt take the lives and rights of transpeople to get to this point. Its disgusting that its still so damn popular even WITH JKRs blatant transphobia. I hope the boycotts work. Trans and Jewish people you have my love and support, for both your sakes and so that bloody franchise can stop being shoved in my face everytime I leave the bloody house. Im glad people are finally picking it apart and realising how problematic it was. Things I think made me uncomfortable about it before I really understood the depth of reasons why.

I have been obsessed with witchcraft and paganism since I was a child. I was a weird kid. Harry Potter turned something I was passionate about in a deeply personal way into a consumerist nightmare. Witch became synonymous with it, spells, charms, magic, I'm honestly surprised JKR didnt try to copyright the terms.

Look I dont often talk about social issues. My tumblr is my escape from the injustices of the world and I take my mental health very seriously. But I support trans and jewish people in boycotting this game.

I care about trans rights, about the rights of LGBTQA+ people. The rise of antisemitism AGAIN deeply disturbs me. People truly never learn from history do they? I try to do my bit where I can offline. I have signed petitions, I have donated to causes where I have found them and I am most definitely gonna do my damndest to get everyone I know to vote the transphobic (and otherwise generally evil in every way) Tory government OUT at the next election.

This rant may come across a bit selfish. It is tbh. I am fucking glad Harry Potter isnt popular anymore. Though outside of online communities particularly in the UK its still huge and everywhere. I wish we could wipe it off the face of the Earth.

I am fed up of all these franchises though. If I never have to sit through another Marvel movie it'll be a happy day. If I never have to hear the fucking Star Wars theme again I'll celebrate, if I never have to read about another Disney remake again Ill be so relieved (although I do get some satisfaction reading about them flopping). This post capitalism hellscape we exist in is fucking exhausting.

What we really need to do with these franchises though is pull an Avatar on them (the blue people not the cool cartoon). We need to stop talking about them. Stop letting them infect our collective cultural consciousness. The only way to get them out of our faces is to actually let them die. We did it right with Fantastic Beasts. We can do it again. Remember that in capitalism, even negative press is good press, and the more the press focuses on the controversies and discourse, the more the name of the game is getting into the minds of consumers, especially those that dont give a fuck about trans rights or antisemitism.

I dont know where it ends, but my god I hope it HAS an end. Something surely has got to give right? Anyways. I dunno if there was a point to this rant other than im fed up of a lot of things and feeling particularly grumpy today, but anyways. Boycott Harry Potter and all things related to it.

Support trans rights. Trans women are women. Trans men are men. Enough of this bullshit already.

[scalamore]

Ch 93 extra thoughts

I love and hate this chapter at the same time haha. Wanted to bring up a few points i found interesting: 1) That conversation between Rupert and Trash dad is very telling of how they see her. They both care for her, but are showing it in completely different ways. Trash dad is basically treating Lari like an object, a possession while Rupert is treating her like a person with her own thoughts and opinions . During this whole conversation he’s basically only talking to Rupert, telling him to back off, that Lari is the property of him/House Belois, and as the head of the house he makes all the decisions and has the final stay. Outsiders, including the Crown Prince, need to back off from House matters. It’s absolutely disgusting how Lari is quiet this whole time, because he doesn’t care about her “self indulgent opinions”. Lari’s not happy about it, and thinks that this treatment can’t be helped, this is what being a noble in this family is like after all. What I love, is that multiple times during this conversation, Rupert is the one that asks lari what she wanted. He doesn’t care what the count wants for her, he cares what Lari wants for herself. It’s such a breath of fresh air when he is observant enough over their past encounters that Lari has trouble speaking up, so he’s giving her as many chances as possible to do so.

Trash dad also picks up on this - based on this crackly conversation, he can tell without a doubt that Rupert cares a lot about Lari, enough to actively get involved in family matters for her sake. Rupert is the ONLY person that House Bellois is wary against, and they rather he just leave, now.

Thank goodness Lari speaks up at the end and breaks up their argument, rejecting both the title and the ridiculous marriage proposal thing, although she feels so guilty afterwards from being gaslighted into thinking she’s “rebellious for defying her parents”. :( Poor Lari, still under the grasp of House Belois… Can’t wait to see you properly stand up to them ^^

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I ALSO LOVE the panel where Trash dad accuses Rupert of failing to protect Lari. Like, that comment really stabbed him. Because it’s true. Rupert knows very well how Lari keeps on getting in dangerous situations just because she’s involved with him. He’s already vowed to himself to not let her get hurt again as long as he is around her.

== I love the panel of both RupeLali being ?! When Trash dad randomly mentioned the marriage thing. Both of them are so in sync hehehe == I love how when looking through the papers of the marriage candidates, he’s so personally offended that the Count didnt do his research and even tried to set up Lari with a *pervert* of all people. Lari deserves much better than that. I love this protective and caring Rupert who doesn’t let any perverts near her - this reminds me of chapter 52 when she Lari is uncomfortable around Louis, especially after he makes a perverted comment and kicks him out haha. —- Haha it’s cute how his length of stay in Belois was up to Lari - he went down to check on her, so of course they need to go home to the palace after the vacation, right? :3

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

content warning for grooming and incest

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i think my older brother was grooming me when i was younger

i apparently am not knowledgable about what grooming is, because ive described traumatic situations regarding other toxic/abusive people in my life without thinking they were groomers but the people ive been talking to about it told me that it was all grooming behavior, like showing me porn (sometimes literal csem) when they knew how young i was and telling me that i was special or something along those lines.

so about my older brother, there was definitely emotional incest happening but i dont know if thats the same thing as grooming. i remember him being really attached to me in a way that made me incredibly uncomfortable. my family in general has a codependency issue and i grew up thinking that feeling suffocated by them was symptomatic of my selfishness so i dismissed my feelings as just me being selfish.

my older brother dumped his emotional problems on me (we have a 5 yr age gap jsyk) and told me that i was the only person in the family that he could trust. i dont want to say "i took care of him" but i always protected him from my abusive father and i was afraid of making my brother upset in some way. not necessarily because i was "afraid" of him but because he pressured me to, with all the trauma dumping and stuff he was doing and telling me i was the only person he could rely on. so like id do his chores for him when he slept in or id cover his tracks whenever he did something stupid. all of this had my father call us twins and he compared our relationship to a married couple on tv.... it made me feel sick to say the least.

skip forward a few years and my brother started to fucking stalk me. i entered high school by the time he graduated and i guess because he couldnt watch me in person he resorted to texting people from my school on instagram and he asked them about me. btw he was creepy with them too, one of them was a friend of mine and you can guess what happened to our friendship. not only did he do this but he randomly accused me of whoring around and texting boys instead of texting *him* like i was cheating or something. and when he did that i was furious but i was like "omg i would never ignore you i promise im not talking to boys..." just so he could shut up. he continued accusing me of this btw and it made me feel disgusting.

i also have these other memories... theres the times he asked me to move in with him (keeping in mind his obsessive behavior towards me) and theres this other time he showed me a song he wrote with his friend that mentioned how good of a sister i was or whatever. i also have this random memory of him getting mad at me because i didnt want to sit on his lap.

writing all of this was triggering but its been on my mind. if youre curious about our relationship now i practically cut him off. i committed the crime of calling out his toxic behavior and ever since then hes been aggressive towards me and talking constant shit about me to his equally as disgusting wife. hes always been obsessed with me and behaving in strange ways but i wonder if it was more than emotional incest... like grooming. what he'd groom me for i dont know but its like he wanted to be the only boy in my life, like he wanted to be my boyfriend. for a very long time i thought i was being selfish for finding him uncomfortable but now that im a little older and able to articulate my feelings better he was and still is a clearly abusive person. btw if any of this sounds familiar its because i sent anons to agirldying before, im just summarizing all of this again and adding new info so i can give valid reasons for why i believe he might have been grooming me since i was 10 to age 16.

Hi 💔,

I'm (again) so sorry about what you've been going through.

I'm honestly not too sure where the line is between grooming and emotional incest but I can definitely see how there could be some overlap, or how emotional incest could be a foot in the door to grooming, or vice versa. I know a lot of people tend to think that grooming can only be done by adults, I know even just by experience that kids can do it too, though unfortunately there's very little out there explaining it in that context.

Although it's about adult relationships, I still found this article that April wrote helpful in context of my COCSA, so I'm wondering if this could be helpful for you as well. It essentially spells out each step of grooming: targeting the victim, gaining trust, filling a need, isolation, abuse, and maintaining the relationship. You may be able to identify how your experience aligns with that structure.

I also just want to say, you don't have to explain yourself, you know? This string of traumatic experiences are distressing for you, and while it's perfectly okay to talk about it as much as you want, I think it's also important to acknowledge how much space you're allowing your trauma to take up. You don't have to prove anything to anyone. We believe you, no matter how much or how little you explain what happened.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[daddyd0nt]

Asking the James Robson Question

Ive seen like 3 posts on the subject and didnt want to hijack anybody else's old post but there is a lot of discussion in the relatively small and inactive Oz fandom about if James Robson deserved his fate in season 6. The obvious answer is, yes, it is not only morally correct but funny to rape a rapist. But even more importantly yes, because it was the right artistic choice from the writers IMHO. In a show that builds itself on being Shakespearian, this is as Shakespeare as it gets. I could draw at least some parallels between Titus Andromedas and Robson's starring arc in the same way that there are some parallels in King Lear and the plotline that follows Schillinger and his sons (that comparison is a different ramble though)

So yeah, in the episode where Robson's character debuts, the first thing that happens is he is mean to the very sympathetic and lovable elderly man in a kick the dog moment. Then he orally rapes Beecher in what is probably the most graphic onscreen sex act pictured up to that point (While we see the psychological abuse and the branding, the sexual abuse that Vern puts Toby through is conveyed through dialog and never shown on screen). We are so uncomfortable. When Beecher bites off the tip of his dick, we rejoice. It is the first time Beecher actually gets retribution against an abuser instead of just getting away. Everybody stands and claps and feels good not only because Beecher ended the attack and defended himself but because Robson is suffering for how uncomfortable we were made as onlookers by witnessing him committing his first on screen rape.

When shit starts to go south for Robson during the gum incident at the end of season 5 you absolutely want anything bad to happen to him, nothing is bad enough, he deserves literally the worst, he has not had a single sympathetic moment. From the second you see him in pain from his gums you are like "good. Literally good". You are happy about seeing anything bad happen to him at all after 4 seasons of him dong nothing but raping and killing more sympathetic characters with no consequence. Imho this peaks either at Cyril's rape or the torture and murder of the young Muslim which I would consider the most disturbing act of non-sexual violence on the show (Robson is the girl that can do both).

At most he gets a few uncomfortable shock laughs at his outlandishly, flamboyantly disgusting dialog. You feel only anxiety when he is in a scene. The only time he is not consistently hurting somebody is when he is suffering, like when Said beats the shit out of him. When Said feels bad about attacking him, which you want to happen every time he opens his abusive mouth, you as an audience are like bbygirl you have nothing to feel bad about 10/10 I support it.

Even VERN, who you think will be the most unlikable character from the first episode, has sympathetic moments by that point: during the bus crash and how often he talks about his coming granddaughter and even arguably when he makes the choice to painlessly kill his youngest son through an overdose because he believes that there is a chance that Beecher (or potentially Keller who he has a complicated relationship with and knows can be unpredictable and oh yeah also sexually abused as a minor. There is some level of if not fondness then at least familiarity between them, but we learn that Keller was a minor submitting to sex with an adult for protection and that Vern "Liked sex better if it was a power thing (forced)" so even if Keller convinces himself that he consented Vern has no way of knowing that he was doing anything other than sexually abusing a kid and actually specifically got off on the fact that it was abuse.) could eventually make good on his threats to subject Andy to the same things that Vern subjected Beecher and Keller to, and he knows that he has done things to deserve the worst retribution imaginable. After the death of Hank, Robson even completely biffs the opportunity to have the slightest humanizing moment and comfort Vern when he is in mourning. This dude is the worst. He does not a single thing to earn a good feeling in the time he is on screen.

So the brotherhood shuns him for the cadaver transplant. When hes talking to Said and says "My friends will take me back" is the first deviation from what we have come to expect every time Robson Appears on screen. (which is the first time I noticed what a good actor R E Rodgers was, the little stutter and lower lip pout twitch when he delivers the line, the man put his entire cunt into this role) he doesnt say "they" or "the brotherhood" he says "my friends". That is literally the first time we see any hint of the potential that he is capable of any form of human connection at all. Its also the first time that we see his face in distress (his face is obscured by shadow when he gets bit) in contract to what is up until now his constant cruel smirk. It is the first time that we see him show any level of vulnerability at all. And we as an audience are like fuck yeah, I want justice, I want to see him get what he deserves. We don't know what we want, but we are glad that it is happening. Maybe in this bleak-ass show the closest thing to a good thing that can happen is something bad happening to a bad person.

We see Vern betray him in a very bizarro-christ-in-the-garden-of-Gethsemane-way when he favors former prag Franklin Winthrop when Robson gets physical with him. Winthrop is an interesting character in this conversation because he and Gunzel are a taste of how good it can feel when we see rapists get what a large portion of the audience feels like is even justice for not only their crimes but what a dick Gunzel is when Beecher tries to protect him/bragging to the bikers about the crime (and our desire to see the advancement of the love arc between Keller and Beecher through Schillinger's offer). Their fate is satisfying on both a moral and narrative level. Like Robson in season 2, the audience also wants to punish the characters for what they had to witness. Their joint assault on their female victim is the 2nd most graphic SA scene on the show. The last time we were made this uncomfortable, somebody lost their mushroom cap. It sets a pattern of expectations, sort of a horrible version of the fairy tale rules of three, with each incident in a sequence of three following the same pattern and escalating.

Then Pancamo gets out if the infirmary ready to completely FSU and Robson has nobody. Hes not a small dude, hes pretty fit, but Palarmo is not only larger but has numbers to back him up. We see Robson have a lot of physical altercations and come out the less damaged party about 50% at the time. When he loses in the boxing match to Cyril earlier in the show, again, a triumphant moment of not only bad guy Robson and the Aryan antagonists not persevering but getting to watch Cyril have a victory over at least one of his rapists. Hes not somebody who can always physically defend himself even with the brotherhood to back him up. He holds Pancamo off with a book cart until the guards break it up and rescue him. Then we see him bug the fuck out. He is wide eyed and terrified and breathing heavy and looks like hes about to burst into tears.

He goes to Cutler for protection, who we know nothing about other than that he is a nazi who killed a man by burying him alive with his head exposed and running over his head with a motor cycle. Robson stabbed a stranger, which is unforgivable, but its also only a choice he was able to act on on impulse. Cutler's victim was prepared in a way that would be extremely time and labor intensive just to enjoy the act and do something uniquely deranged, which is significantly scarier and requires an even longer and more intense period of autonomous choice to do something evil. May I introduce the new most unlikable and unsympathetic character, Wolfgang Cutler. When Robson approaches Cutler, he offers to hurt anybody Culter wants him to hurt in any way Cutler wants him to hurt them. Cutler's response is that Robson is the person he wants to hurt, and he wants to hurt him in the worst way possible, in a way that he genuinely has to calculate if it is worse than a violent death.

When we see him talking to sister Pete he is absolutely pathetic, and confesses that he has lived his entire life in fight or flight waiting to be hurt/killed. He is torn on which fate is worse. You still don't feel bad for him, but you're not sure how much you want to watch. Maybe it would be better to just watch a death scene. But didn't you want justice? And you're like yeah, I guess if it has to happen again on the show the character that I would be least upset to see it happen to would be Robson. So he goes back to Cutler, and in THE top most disturbing, graphic, and drawn out SA scene in the series, he is violently sodomized with a metal spoon. Suddenly, Cutler is the perpetrator that subjected us as an audience to the new most uncomfortable scene, and our laser ray of hate becomes focused on him.

We see a completely fallen Robson feminized and humiliated. Cutler is publicly parading around the fact that he is raping Robson, and all of his fellow prisoners join in degrading and mocking him over the fact that he is being raped. Nobody is helping him. Even when Cutler protects him, he is faced with the realty that the only person who gives a fuck about keeping him alive for any reason is a rapist who wants to use him as a sex toy. Is this fate actually better than death? If death would have been better, has he already submitted to too much in his attempt to stay alive that he can't go back on it even if it means he gets to die in relative peace?

In his conversation with Sister Pete, he breaks down in tears and admits that he was a CSA victim and feels like he can't defend himself now any more than he could defend himself when he was a 6 year old little boy getting "fucked in the shed". Understanding the full significance of this means knowing a little bit about the pop psychology climate of the very early 00s. To some audiences at the time, this revelation is the missing puzzle piece that explain why Robson does what he does for 4 seasons. It was a commonly accepted theory that sexual abusers were acting out of sexual trauma, abusing others as a way to take the power back that was stolen from them when they were abused. Robson has lived "shacked up with a psycho", as he later sobs to Sister Pete, for every moment of his existence that is accounted for in the narrative: First with his father, then as Vern's lieutenant, and now as Cutler's prag. This confession also carries the weight of the fact that in submitting to his abuse at Cutler's hands, he is not only reliving his most painful and shameful childhood trauma, but he cannot even experience it as a secret. We wanted to see him hurt, but this is a lot. It kind of isn't satisfying anymore. He can't get much more broken and pitiful. We don't feel any better about seeing him in this state than Said felt about punching him so long after he was passed out.

We see Cutler humiliate him in the gym and then leave him behind for the Italians to intercept, which he responds to by freezing in panic and staring at nothing with dissociated eyes. Does he care if they end his suffering at this point? Was it worth what he went through if he only survived a few miserable days extra before the Italians get their revenge on him anyway? But they don't kill him, they tell him he can redeem himself by killing Cutler and in exchange they won't kill him. The audience is almost as relieved as the character.

Not out of the woods yet though, because we are then subjected to the most graphic (not the most disturbing but 100% the most explicit) scene of any sort of sex act in the series. Nothing is left to the imagination. It shows more than viewers at the time thought even an HBO show could show and still be considered art. It is disgusting and relentless and you want it to stop but didn't you want to see him endure the worst fate possible for his crimes? Did you ever think you would be capable of feeling any pity for the most evil character on the show until Cutler's introduction? Because holy shit you feel bad for him. Even his method for murdering Cutler involves sexually degrading himself in order to convince Cutler to put a noose around his neck (IMHO it is also pretty punk rock and symbolic to kill a white supremacist villain by hanging because of the historical connotations with nooses and racial violence by lynching). When it is over, the worst person in Oz is dead and you are happy about it. Did Robson deserve to get abused? Another question you could ask is, did you like seeing him suffer at the hands of somebody you liked even less? Did you like seeing Cutler swagger and parade him around and get off? If a bad person is hurt by a worse person is your instinct to hate the perpetrator or celebrate that he abused the "right victim"?

Still not over. Unable to accept his rape, he ruins his relationship with his wife and crosses the only line he has ever expressed having. With everything he's done, he now reveals that he does have some moral limit in his mind, he does have some sense of shame (he also expresses shame about what he's done to others when talking to sister Pete). He's not happy about the people he hurt. He doesn't feel good about it. He hurt all those people trying to feel better and it didn't even work. He is then diagnosed with HIV, which had a very different prognosis in 2000 than it does today in 2024. Finally we get a silver lining, a tiny chance at the potential for some sort of redemption; he joins a support group for rape survivors and seeks professional help for his trauma.

That is his last plot point on the show, but the deleted scenes extend the nightmare and I think one in particular is important to mention. In the scene, he is cornered in a bathroom stall by Clarence, who we recognize as the man who originally threatened Winthrop with rape in order to get Winthrop to submit to the Aryans for protection. At best he is a rape enabler, but we come to find that he intends to rape Robson. Robson agrees not to resist, saying it is because he knows he couldn't beat Clarence in a fight. Again, devastating scene. Robson looks so hopeless and literally asks Clarence point blank if he's about the be raped, and when Clarence confirms you want to see the now-healed Robson fight back and it is tragic when he doesn't. Wasn't the last time supposed to be THE last time? Back in the pod, Vern approaches him about a rumor that Clarence was spreading that he fucked Robson, which Robson confirms is true. Vern is disgusted (always weird what he shows disgust/outrage at and what he normalizes/justifies he has very shifty moral goalposts from one episode to the net). Vern asks why he let it happen (Which he really couldn't have prevented it Clarence was 3x his size and he was unarmed and alone). Robson replies that it was for "retribution". When Clarence passes by the cell and mocks Robson, Robson reveals that he was infected with aids and he infected Clarence. For the first time he can make an abuser pay for abusing him without having to be violent himself. This last time WAS the last time it was ever going to happen because now nobody would ever do that to him again without dying a horrible death. He announces with his final line that he is moving to the HIV unit. I have no idea why they deleted this scene.

We hate Robson for nearly his entire run on the show, and while I don't think this arc makes him sympathetic, it forces us to confront what we thought we wanted/what we thought would be justice. When the arc starts you want to see literally every bad thing ever happen to Robson to punish him for all the atrocities he commits with no consequences. It forces us to ask ourselves if we really wanted "equal justice" if it meant having to be so intimately involved with the most repulsive parts of it. At a point you feel bad about wanting what you wanted, there is a limit, you want it to stop. But until you have to watch Robson get his "justice" no matter how pitiable and human he becomes, you think nothing would be too bad for him.

[funshinebf]

this is p much all a traumadump/rant about my mental hospital trip idk. warnings for shitty mental health care practices, as well as discussions of things like intrusive thoughts, suicidal ideation, transphobia, and misogyny. we stay silly, u kno how it is

i think my experience with being admitted to a mental hospital like. really really radicalized me when it comes to the mental health systems and knowledge and care here. and how fucking bad and ignorant and dangerous it is for those of us with mental illnesses and disorders. and like. maybe it does help some people! sure! thats great, im happy they can get help from somewhere! but like. for me, being a trans kid with an unsupportive parent as well as unsupportive peers, with debilitating mental illnesses that werent *just* being a little sad about something in school, things that affected every single waking moment of my life and caused me to struggle in sooo many areas that others around me didnt struggle with. i didnt need to draw fucking pictures of houses and learn about meditating or mindfulness in group therapy, sat next to guys who kept misgendering me, and getting served meals i physically could not eat because of my severe disordered picky eating. not to mention no matter how many times i told the food people to please stop deadnaming me to the whole room when they would bring meals, i felt so fucking isolated and ignored there. and the one time i did actually try to share my thoughts during group therapy, i was immediately shot down and dismissed with a response that i still didnt understand. (we were being told to think about our thoughts being who we are. i brought up struggling with intrusive thoughts, and that seeing 'my thoughts as who i am' was fucking terrifying to me, because i had SO many horrible, disgusting, gut wrenching thoughts plaguing me every day, and i so desperately didnt want to be told that those thoughts were Who I Am. i was a kid. i was a scared kid and they told me i just didnt understand what they were trying to say, and that they didnt mean bad thoughts. they also clearly had no fucking clue what intrusive thoughts even were, and made me feel like i was insane for having any kind of violent thoughts. i was very clearly uncomfortable but they continued to ask me to elaborate on what *kind* of scary thoughts i was having. it felt like a trap. i didnt feel safe at all. i felt like if i shared the kinds of intrusive thoughts i struggled with, then they would treat me like i was dangerous for having them, or like i *wanted* to do those things. meanwhile those thoughts made me want to vomit, they made me avoid my loved ones out of fear of acting on the thoughts, they made feel like it would be better if i was dead, because then the people around me would be safe. i was a scared fucking kid)

all of this is to say. the mental health care in america is so fucking abysmal. even just. keeping people who's jobs ARE SPECIFICALLY TO CARE FOR MENTALLY ILL PEOPLE well informed on mental illnesses is apparently too fucking much to ask. i dont feel like im expecting something impossible when i go into a psychiatrist's office thinking that theyll help me, and not. i dunno, tell me i should fucking smile more (this did happen to me. first fucking appointment. older male doctor, 15 year old me getting treatment for SEVERE DEPRESSION.)

anyways. ive ranted enough for now, its nearly 3 am and i need to go read my stories to calm down. (im so mad. i need to go home and touch my husband's tits so i wont be as mad.)

[ilovetobiko]

on debuting minors in kpop...

this is not directed at any fandom, just those who make excuses for debuting middle schoolers... or whatever My Teenage Girl tried to do with letting an 11 year old on their show...

to preface, i used to be an active member of a fandom that supports an idol group with the undisclosed concept being that they never grow up, and throws away members when they age out to replace their spots with younger idols... this fandom is small, and i do not mention the group or fanname purposefully.

this fandom, at least the parts that i engaged with as an international fan, were very against the fact these kids debuted. we discouraged buying albums, and wished disbandment on the group. the most we could do was listen to the music, because that generates the least revenue. the company was and still is very exploitative, and the members are often put in uncomfortable situations. spending much of my teenage years as a fan, it became increasingly obvious the older i got. fans telling fans not to watch the new uploads because of the content, mass reporting creeps all the time.. i was a teenager in highschool, and even if i didnt understand all of the shit that went down, it was disturbing regardless.

i got very emotionally attached to many of the same-age idols in the line-up. i still got sad when they were kicked out, but i was happy for them too! and that's not something i wish any other teen experience with their idols..

so seeing all these new idol groups of 14 year olds being very obviously exploited, and having fandoms of people of all ages siding with their companies over their personal morals... Is so sickening? its crazy to me to see even young fans of these groups buying albums.. that was and still is very forbidden in my previous similar (but truly nothing alike) fandom...

but people say. but you like these idols even though they debuted at 13! so why are you so against....?

and that take just feels ignorant and sometimes even plain edgy! those idols [who debuted as kids] are usually the perfect examples of why school aged idols should not even be permitted or standard in k-pop, and have usually spoken about how horrible it was publicly. i get a lot of these k-pop fans who defend this are also newer to the subgenre, but if they really want to show dedication to a young idol, they should take all the free options they have to communicate with them and deny the payments. and stop siding with the companies, because i promise not one music company has a clean record on the way their artists are treated by their ceos and/or staff. also the fact that some of these notable names in the behind the scenes of these current groups are known pedophiles.. yeah.

i dont want to use any group or idol as any kind of case study, im just disgusted and confused why there is little pushback against obvious child exploitation in big k-pop fandoms... and im asking anyone who reads this who might make excuses for why its okay to ask themselves why they do it.

to be blunt— and im not the most sorry to be— but its giving very 'map/no-map/pro-map' and its extremely depressing and creepy to see as an outsider.

[agirldying]

Content warning: emotional incest, emotional abuse

Hello Bun, thank you so much for taking the time out of your day to give victims of abuse a listening ear.

Ever since my older brother moved back in with us I've been thinking nonstop about his past abusive behavior. It didn't occur to me that he was abusive until I was 16 -- he treated me poorly for years. he clung to me for emotional support since i was 10 and it got to a point where it made me really uncomfortable to be around him for reasons i couldnt articulate back then. When i turned 16 he obsessed over the idea of me having a secret boyfriend and being a flirt with the boys at my school. he accused me several times of doing sexual things with boys over the phone. I know he messaged random people in my school on instagram and he asked them about what i was doing - he also asked my cousin if i had "boys on my phone". With all this in mind he HAS to have some sort of incestuous feelings towards me. He acted like flirting with boys was me cheating on him

He also cusses, yells, insults me, and calls me slurs whenever i upset him. he still does this. i wonder if hes projecting on me whenever he calls me names and stuff because recently he was like "you think youre smarter than me" when i never said or even implied anything like that -- it might be related to a political argument we had awhile ago where i stumped him many times. Not that i think im an expert or whatever im saying he might have felt foolish trying to be inflammatory just to have political concepts explained to him because he didnt know what he was talking about.

i dont really know what im asking for when i send this ask. I feel disgusted knowing what kind of people im stuck with you know. My piece of shit brother aside im realizing how much abuse i endured from people who i thought were my friends throughout my entire life. Whenever i was mistreated by them i *always* blamed myself. I just want to move out and live my own life, tell my abusive family members how i really feel about them and cut them off.

Ps i have sent asks to you before so if my story seems familiar thats why

Hey 💔(that's who this is, right?),

It sounds like he has a number of insecurities that he's taking out on you. I know it can be hard to know that someone closely related to you has done/is doing some awful things, but just remember that his behavior says nothing about you. Just because he's your brother doesn't mean you're anything like him.

I hope that you're able to find closure and get to somewhere safe and away from the people that have harmed you. Please let me know if you need anything, and I'll always be here.

[i-cant-sing]

Hey I have a yandere erasermic obsession. I don’t know if you do angst but what if they were punishing reader and she gets really exhausted and passes out. They think they killed her, I know this is dumb and you don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable-🍓 anon

Yandere Erasermic punishing reader

I've missed these two a lot😭

Anyways, enjoy! Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Yandere Erasermic:

"Hey! I'm home! How are my darlings- Shou? You okay?" Hizashi asked as he entered his home. He was looking forward to spending time with you and the hero, but judging by the pissed off look on Aizawa's face, it didn't seem like happening.

Aizawa was taking deep breaths, his eyebrows furrowed and face contorted into a scowl. God, what did you do now? Hizashi couldn't help but wonder that, as he slid onto the couch next to his husband.

"What did she do now?"Hizashi asked, resting his head on Aizawa's chest as his arms wrapped around him.

Aizawa closed his eyes in annoyance, his own arms engulfing Hizashi as he let out a huff. "She's so ungrateful."

Hizashi lightly chuckled at that, waiting for him to continue. "You know what she did today? She tried to escape. Again. I don't know how she got the code to unlock the main door, but she opened it. She barely made it 2 steps out the door before I pulled her back in. I was taking a shower and she thought she could make a run for it. " Aizawa runs a hand through his hair, but Hizashi suddenly caught it. He looked at his husband's hand, it was turning a nasty shade of purple, and was red around the knuckles, slightly swelled. "Shou, babe... what happened to your hand?"

Aizawa exhales deeply, closing his eyes, trying to control his anger. "Our sweet little darling happened. After I got her back in, I told her to apologise. You know what she did? She spit at me, screamed all kinds of profanities. When I took her down to the basement to chain her up, she tried attacking me." Aizawa clenched his jaw. "I was only going to leave her there for the night. But what she said to me next... Hizashi, I lost it. I punched her." Hizashi's eyes widened. He knew Aizawa wasn't one to lose his temper easily, he knew he wasn't one to resort to violence immediately. So the blonde could only wonder what in the hell did you say to him. "Shouta... what did she say?" He asked softly, almost afraid of the answer himself.

Shouta looked at his husband, trying to calm himself when he told him what you barked out. "She said...she said that she wondered how UA let... let creeps like us around kids." Hizashi's eyes widened. If there's one thing he knew about Aizawa, it was how deeply he cared about his students, treating them like his own children. He prided himself in being their teacher, and so the nerve of you to even say something so disgusting like that, Aizawa was bound to snap.

"I cant believe she'd say something...so horrible. I'm so sorry, Shou." Hizashi whispered, nuzzling Aizawa's neck. The pro hero only grunted. "Whatever. I think it'd be good if she stays down there... for 2 weeks. Yeah that'd be good. And no dinner tonight either. I don't want to put up with anymore of her bullshit." Hizashi only nodded, but then caught another look at his hand and he stood up, pulling Aizawa along with him to the kitchen. Hizashi pulled out a bag of frozen peas and started applying it on his bruise hand to reduce the swelling.

As the two ate dinner, Hizashi couldn't help but worry that if Shouta's hand looked like this from the punch, then what did the receiving end look like. He chose to remain quiet on that matter, not wanting you to ruin the night anymore.

The next morning when Aizawa woke up, he went downstairs to the kitchen to find his husband. Hizashi who was almost done plating up, greeted Aizawa with a kiss. "So, should I take this plate down to our baby bird?" Hizashi asked, already knowing Aizawa didn't want to see you yet. You had really hurt him. Shouta nodded as he took a sip of his coffee. "Be right back." Hizashi pressed a kiss to his lips before going to the basement.

Hizashi opened the door to the basement, walking down the stairs, hoping to see you greet him like the angel they know you are deep down. But when he got down there, he saw you were still asleep on the floor, your limbs still bound to the chains. Your face was turned away from him and Hizashi wasnt sure if he wanted to see the damage that was done to your face.

Hizashi just called for you. “Love, I’ve brought breakfast! Eggs and hashbrowns! Your favourite!” When you didnt respond, he just sighed before placing the plate on the floor. Your chains were long enough to for you to reach it, and while Hizashi wished nothing more than to feed you himself, he knew you needed to be punished.

As he went up the stairs and out of the basement, he couldnt help but feel a sense of dread creeping up on him.

“Do you think she’ll be sorry after her punishment?”Hizashi asked his partner.  Aizawa rolled his eyes. “Unlikely. But she’ll learn to think twice before she says stupid shit like that.” Hizashi chuckled, but secretly hoped that would be the case. He got up from the couch where he and Aizawa sat. “I’ll go get her plate.” They were done eating 2 hours ago, but still waited for you to finish up because they know how stubborn you are.

When Hizashi walked down the stairs, he wasn’t surprised to find your plate untouched. You would always do that the first few days, before finally succumbing to your hunger. Pointless, really. But what disturbed him was how you were still in the same position he had seen you in 2 hours ago. And it was coming to him how still you looked, he couldn't see your body moving a single muscle, he couldn't see if you were breathing. 

Hizashi walked towards you cautiously, waiting for you to jump up and scare the crap out of him. But his breath hitched when he finally saw what had happened to you. 

A big bruise had formed on your cheek, swelling and taking all the shades of the purple, blue and green. But the worst part was seeing the blood and a clear liquid dripping out of your nose slowly, forming a pool around your head.

He turned you on to your back and started shaking your shoulder. “Darling? Wake up, baby. Its me. Baby, wake up.” But your body remained unconscious. He started tapping your cheek, only then noticing you weren’t breathing. All the alarms went off in his head. “SHOUTA! COME DOWN OVER HERE!” 

Shouta rushed to the basement, wondering what stunt you pulled now. But seeing your limp body in Hizashi’s arms, blood coating your cheeks, he knew something terrible had occured. Aizawa ran towards his partners, looking at your bruising cheek. “She’s n-not breathing. She’s not fucking breathing, Shou!” Hizashi sobbed as Aizawa took your wrist in his hand. His blood ran cold when he found no pulse. “What are we gonna do?! She’s dead! Our baby is dead!” Shouta blocked out Hizashi’s voice. They both cant be panicking right now. Aizawa turned to his partner. “Hizashi. Bring her up. I’ll get the car out.” He commanded. “H-hospital? Shou, its too late-” Hizashi cried out but Aizawa gave him a stern look. “Bring her up. Now.” 

They got to the hospital in fairly record time, passing you over to the doctors while Aizawa made up a story of how they found you in an alley. Only after the doctors left them alone did it dawn on Aizawa how serious the situation was. He killed you, didnt he? You would still be alive if he hadnt hit you. How could he ever claim to love you when he hurts you-

Aizawa shook his head, he could wallow up in his guilt later. For now, he needed to comfort his husband and pray that you make it through somehow.

A few hours later, the doctors had given them an update on your condition. You made it, barely. Something had hit your face and damaged some part of your brain, causing there to be a very slow heart beat. But you're all okay now, since they brought you in time.

When they were allowed to finally go in, thats when Aizawa finally broke down. Seeing you unconscious, knowing he almost killed you, it got to him. Hizashi wanted to console Aizawa, but he couldn't bring himself to leave your side. Hizashi pressed soft kisses to your temples, wiping his tears that fell on your cheek, while Aizawa stood to your side. He wanted to hold your hand but he was afraid to hurt you again. As the duo sat by your side, they made a silent promise to never hurt you again, at least not physically.

After that incident, you'll never be left alone. The two are always breathing down your neck, drowning you in love, looking at you with even more fondness; obsession and protectiveness swirling in their eyes, right there with guilt.

Aizawa would never apologise, but that doesn't mean he's not sorry. You would often wake up to him looking at your bruised cheek with worry, caressing it so gently, as if he'd break you. He'll be a lot more demanding with physical affection, always wrapping his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap and tucking your face under his chin as he cards his fingers through your hair.

You didn't think Hizashi could be anymore overbearing, but you were proved wrong. He'd panic if you were out of his sight for more than 5 minutes. Always worrying, paranoia creeping up on him when you're not in the same room as him. And when he would finally find you (mostly in the bathroom), he'd check you all over for injuries, not trusting your assurances.

Punishments aren't violent anymore. They're humiliating. Pulling you in their laps and feeding you by hand, talking about you as if you're not there, making you take baths with them(not showers because they end too quickly), making you sleep with them, naked.

And the couple won't lie, but this form of punishment seems to be far more effective. With how quickly you turn docile, folding in on yourself as if you could hide from them... its cute.

But hey, its better than getting beat, right?

[kageyuji]

ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ

also known as “they find someone flirting with you”

-> warnings; jealousy

-> includes; tsukishima, bokuto, iwaizumi, tanaka, kyotani, and suna

a/n; thinkin bout. whenever terushima flirted w kiyoko <//3 also uhh iwa feels slightly ooc but we ignore that

𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗔 —

tsukishima had been wondering where you’d wandered off to

you were supposed to be going to use the restroom, but you’d been gone for an awfully long time

with a huff of slight annoyance, he followed down the hall of where he had last seen you walking

in front of you stood some guy he didn’t recognize, and with the way you were looking tsukki didn’t think you knew him either

he’s lowkey so frustrated about it but on the outside he’s like 😐 BAJSCNCNF

“excuse me,” tsukishima said, voice low and slightly hostile as always, “did you get lost or something, y/n?”

he seemed to ignore the guy altogether at first, then offered him a look of disgust

DEADASS LOOKS AT HIM LIKE 🤨

the guy clears his throat, waiting for tsukishima to notice that you were talking to someone (much time your dismay, but it’s not as though the guy saw that)

he still doesn’t say anything lmao, he just talks to you like the guy isn’t even there

the guy is like 😟 BAISJDJCNC

eventually he gets the hint and leaves, tsukki is snickering once he finally does so

“took him long enough”

𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 —

he was having so much fun!! school was making it hard for you to have free time to come to his games, so he was loving the fact that you were there

as soon as the game was over — he and his team won, of course — he ran over to you to give you a hug.

there was a crowd of people around, so he knew it would have been rather hard to find you through all of them, but when it was harder than expected he started to get worried

and then he sees you off in a corner with some guy standing next to you

at first his heart stops, a sick feeling sitting in the pit of his stomach, and then he sees the uncomfortable look on your face

the discouraged feeling still sat in his chest, but not as heavily

he walks over and starts asking who the guys, introducing himself as your boyfriend

he has a smile on his face, one eyebrow up in a way that looks playfully challenging

(it is in no way playful)

he’s got just a little murder behind his eyes 🙂

a laugh erupts from him at the look on the guys face - he’s a little mortified once he recognized where he knew Bokuto from

the guy starts stumbling over his words and rubbing nervously at the back of his neck; Bokuto is a sweet guy, but he can look scary if he really wants to, especially to someone he doesn’t know

the guy mutters an excuse and leaves quickly, leaving you and Bokuto by yourselves

“thanks,” You laugh, a little amused by what just happened

“don’t mention it, munchkin!” His voice was rather bubbly and his laugh was more sincere as compared to the last time

𝗜𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 —

oikawa flirts with you all the time in a joking manner just because he wants to piss off iwaizumi

but that doesn’t mean it ever actually works SHEUXHCN

so needless to say you were a little confused when your boyfriend was looking more than a little worked up over the guy talking to you

why the guy couldn’t see your boyfriend was right next to you, you didnt know why

how it really is: 🧍🧍‍♂️

what the guy saw: 🧍

iwa’s arms were crossed and his jaw was set, the way his eyebrows were pinned gave off the frustrated energy to everyone in the room

he was trying to be calm, of course

he grabbed your hand and started rubbing his thumb up and down the side of your hand

“Babe, don’t you think we should get going?” he asked

you gave the guy another awkward smile, waving for him to leave

“ah wait, can i get your number please?”

😐😐😐😐😐 i know he did not just- with iwa right there i’m-

“no.” iwa answers for you, quickly

he’s quiet for while after the guy leaves, he doesn’t bring it up, but you do notice that he doesn’t let go of your hand

𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗞𝗔 —

BSJSHFJFN HES GOING ABSOLUTELY BATSHIT

he knows how long is too long, it’s not that he was watching the clock

(he may have been checking his phone constantly, yes, but that was totally not to see the time, totally)

but he was aware that you’d been gone an awfully long time and a pit of worry started to grow in his stomach

he walked through the halls, trying to find where you went

he found you next to some guy, the guy who seemed to be rather flirtatious compared to the guarded expression you were wearing

“hey! asshole!” tanaka growled, stepping between you and the other guy, “they’re taken, so step off why dontcha?”

the guy is???? very confused and shocked at first???

but he doesn’t try to say anything back to that, tanaka’s already aggressive energy was enough to shut him up LMAOANHBCNFFN

“ok, uhm. i’m just gonna go haha,,,”

tanaka is like 😾😾

and then quickly shifts into being soft and asking if you’re okay

“yeah, i’m fine, thank you”

“of course, doll! if you ever need me, just call~” sigh, he thinks he’s superman, but just let him believe ok <///3

𝗞𝗬𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗜 —

he likes to stay close to you in public places; he doesn’t really know why, it just makes him feel more secure that way

so the second he saw you missing from his side, he was quick to go off looking for you

he found you with some other guy in front of you, and at first he was a little hurt, but then quickly realized what was happening

he walked over and sneered at the guy, who was half expecting Kyotani to start barking or something

“get yo fuckin dog bitch-“

“it don’t bite“

“yes it do-“

his fists are clenched so hard that his knuckles are turning white and the pissed-off expression he always wore was even more noticeable now

“back off,” he said simply, eyes staring holes into the other guy

you didn’t say anything, you just watched HAHWYSHDFN

the other guy raised his hands in defense, backing up and then quickly leaving you and kyotani alone

kyotani didn’t say anything, you didn’t expect him to, but he didn’t seem to complain as much whenever you grabbed his arm and held onto him for most of the day

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗔 —

suna just. wow. wow wow wow. suna <3

alr uhm anyway

suna was just kind of letting you roam around while some of inarizaki’s fans were talking to him and the twins

but he leaves and just walks on over the second he sees the other guy flirting w you

deadass just slides on in with the same energy as the “good evening madame” vine

“who’s this 🥱”

he looks like he genuinely could not give a shit if this guy was royalty <///3

“oh, i’m-“

“mhm. i’m suna, i’m their boyfriend. 😐”

the guy could not even introduce himself before suna was acting like that <///3

he and the guy just. stare. they just stare at each other for a while. BAJSHXNC

eventually the guy is like “ALRIGHT WELL i’m gonna go, i have things to do 😅😅”

suna smirks, he doesnt say anything about it but he motions for you to follow him back to the twins

and he makes sure to keep an eye on you whenever you leave; he’s not doing it in an over controlling way, but in more of a “i want you to be alright” kind of way

he won’t admit it though

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