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What’s even more f’d up for that gay bar scene is that other characters imagined futures had something to do with their personalities, but all Will’s had to do with his sexuality.
Yes, he should embrace that part of himself that he used to be ashamed of, but holy shit. Nothing to do with his art? His paintings?
That’s even worse. That’s what makes me angry. They genuinely watered him down to the “gay one” of the group there.
the duffers in the writers room really went "okay, Jesus Christ, Maya, we'll give you guys ronance crumbs. Joe? Charlie? You guys too? Okay, uhhh. Maya, call them lovebirds, or whatever. What's that Noah? Wait, I don't actually care, go fuck yourself. You too, Finn."
- How was Will able to communicate to Joyce through the lights/phone
- Who opened the lock to the Byers house when Will went missing, cause demogorgans can't
- Where did Dr. Owens go
- Where did Suzie go, did she and Dustin break up
- What happened to the pregnant women in Hawkins Lab
- What was the stone Henry found in the cave
- Where was Patty
- Who was the guy with the stone that shot Henry
- Why did nobody talk about how Joyce knew Henry in highschool
- What happened to Terry Ives
- Why were they able to go into the Upside Down after everything was getting sucked unto the abyss
- What was that white melty stuff at Hawkins Lab
- Why did they put focus on the dial changing colours
- How come Vecna needed 12 kids
- How come the kids just woke up after the tubes were pulled out of their mouths, in s1 Will died and needed cpr
- What happened to the mindflayer dust that came out of the kids mouths when the tubes were removed, isnt that the same stuff that got Billy flayed cause it was left out in the open
- What happened to the demogorgans and demodogs once Vecna was defeated
- What happened in Wills visions that made him come out to everyone, literally went against show don't tell
- Why did they forget Wills birthday in s4 and why did Joyce say Will was 11 when he was taken (he was 12) is birthdaygate just forgotten
- Who was the traitor of the season that the cast was talking about
- Nancys s4 vision wasnt fulfilled, Her mum, dad, and sister were hurt but Mike was fine
- Why did they advertise the rubber chicken so much
- Why did they advertise the "For Will x" mixtape if it didn't exist
- Why is Max fine with Hopper being alive
- How did Hopper become chief of police again and be allowed back in society when he's meant to be dead
- What "dinner plans" was Finn alluding to
- Why is the school ok with Hellfire now when they still think its a sacrificial cult
- Does Hawkins know the real truth because that hasn't been explained
- Why has there been no confirmation to whether Mike knows about Will's feelings for him or not
- What on earth happened to the rest of the Turnbow family
- Why was the painting not adressed at all when Finn said it would pay off and it has become s5 merch. They did not forget about it because it was literally on Mike's wall.
- Why did Robin and Wills "signals" conversation amount to nothing. Where is the avalanche.
- Why did Will think he had a chance with Mike in vol 1
- Why did they parallel Mileven to a Stonathan (a crack ship)
- Why did Mike tell El: "friends dont lie", and focus on him saying that, if they were still a couple
- Why and when tf did Robin and Vickie break up
- Why did they pick and choose when Will felt pain through the hivemind
- How did El get to Iceland ffs
- How did Kali use her powers to help El. she was dead. (this is just mikes wishful thinking i fear)
im sure i could think of so much more and im not even going to talk about how byler did not lead up to anything despite all the proof and foreshadowing and how severly they butchered not only that but mike and wills friendship.
oooooooh you wanna fuck me with my face shoved in a pillow soooooo baddddddddd…… you wanna pull me up and see how much i’ve drooled soooooOoOo badddd…….. you wanna hear my muffled noises while you slam into me SOOOoooo baddddd…..
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cw: 18+, pwp, sex tape, p-in-v, established relationship, clark is a big ol meanie in this, he uses his x-ray vision to see how deep he is in you, switch!clark (1.4k wc)
"Hey…what are you…doing?"
You're bent over Clark's lap, fiddling around at your bedside drawer. He's looking at you with confusedly. Palms steadied around your hip as you thrash around over him. He focuses on the antique oak for a second. And then relaxes.
"There's nothing but a couple of books, pills, and a camcorder in there —" he continues, and you peer at him over your shoulder.
"Camcorder. Where?"
Clark sighs. Looking back at the side table. Eyes twitched for a second. "On your left."
You dive right back in and perk right up with the silver device in your hands. Hair mussed from your jerky movements. Clark's brushing the locks away from your face, tucking then behind your ears. "So you interrupted us mid kissing for a camcorder?"
Clark hums into your lips when you kiss him once, and then deeper, "I wanna…—mmh—try somethin' new.." You're cupping around his jaw, kissing and nibbling until he's grabbing you, pulling you away. Blue eyes meeting yours.
"Elaborate…maybe?"
You huff, holding up the camcorder, the device whirring to life after you click the black button. "Just. You could…record me, while we..."
"You want me to record you while we're being intimate?"
A prolonged groan leaves you, and you're nudging it in his hands. "If you wanna put it so innocently. Yes. I want you to film me while giving me back shots —"
Clark's holding you by your jaw. Thumbs squishing your cheeks to shush you before easing his grip. "Geez louise, alright. Alright. I got that. But…wouldn't that sort of…I don't know…get really dirty?"
"Really? You think so?"
He's looking at the way your eyes glint at that, biting your lower lips and taking your gaze over him predatorily.
"You're not going to give this up now are you?"
Clark's shoulder slumps back as you scoot backwards. Seated on your thighs all coy and sweet. Fixing your blouse as well as you could.
He adjusts the camera up, holding your face in frame, the RECORD button going active.
"How do I look?"
Clark smiles behind the camera, looking at you through the screen and then tilting his head askew to look at you in real time. "Gorgeous as always."
You roll your eyes. "Can you try being less farm-boy nice and more, amateur porno-video taker?"
"….Fine. Take your blouse off."
You let out an amused giggle, popping the buttons off one by one. "See? You've got some spunk on you."
"Well I'm hoping to be getting some spunk in you."
"Yeah okay no, don't try to do the dirty talk."
Clark's lips pressed into a taut smile, shaking his head in embarrassment. "Maybe I'm at my depth here." He begins, but you grip around his wrist. Tutting.
"Relax. It's all in good fun. Follow my lead?"
You're tugging at his sweats, his half-hard cock bobbing up at his abdomen. Clark grunts at the obnoxious whistle you give at the sight. You grin, looking up into the camera lens as you take your first lick up the prominent vein running up his cock.
"W—…woah.." He lets out a breath all at once. Transfixed on the viewfinder. "You…look…"
He doesn't get to the end of his sentence. Biting back another gasp the way your lips stretch around the girth of his cock. You pull away, a string of saliva following.
"Good?" You mumble, mouthing at his cock.
"Yeah." Clark huffs out. His hand coming in view of the frame, thumbing your jaw with reverence. "You look amazing." It comes out embarrassingly shaky.
The camcorder somehow remains stead with his other hand. You take him in deeper, bobbing your head up and down, "g-gosh—…" Clark's head tilts back, the weight of his palm rested firm on the back of your head.
You pull off from him entirely. The pink of your tongue catching the dribbles of pre-cum on your lips. Clark looks to you hazily when you stop. When you get his attention again, you smile sweetly up at him. Kissing upward, where the coarse hairs let up to his belly button.
"Look….straight out of a dirty magazine…" He mumbles, holding the camera away. Clark leans down to kiss you, tugging you back up with a firm hold around your chin.
"Mmn..this won't work if you keep—mmh…turning the camcorder away." Clark smiles against your lips, turning you over with one fluid movement. Resting you on your belly.
"I had something different in mind."
Clark places the device down facing the two of you, twisting the view finder flap so you could see your yourselves.
You tilt your head back at Clark who was positioning himself behind you, squealing when he hiked your hips up to slot a pillow beneath your belly.
"Comfy?"
Your content mhm has Clark leaning down to kiss at the back of your neck and collarbone, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling it incites.
Clark's hand cradles your jaw to lift your head up just enough to draw your attention back at the camcorder.
"See that? I prefer that sight much.." He kisses your cheek. "Much.." Another kiss up your ears. "Better." You bite down on your cheeks. Legs kicking back and forth playfully. He grabs around your shorts, tugging them down at one go.
"There's nothing sexy about just seeing my face, Clark." Your voice comes out shaky, hips lifting just enough for him to drag his cock over your folds. You don't notice how he's eyeing the view finger. And he smirks.
"Are you aware of the 'face' you're making?"
"What?"
Clark nudges himself into you. Inch by inch, and your eyes flutter, the whites visible. "Ughh—!" He leans down, hips snapping once, letting you feel the sting from the stretch of him.
"Hey," he reminds. His bicep curling around your jaw, your cheeks rested up between the muscles in a headlock. "Eyes on the camera, remember?"
You grunt at him reminding you on your own words. Clark moves his hips in slow, deep strokes, drawing stuttered, groans out of you. "Sh—Shit! Cl…ark…s'deep…so…dh—eep!"
He's relentless with the pace he sets. His other palm snaking down to rub at your clit. "Clark!" You're whining into his biceps. Biting and drooling all over him. Clark leans down, an airy laughter ghosting the shell of your ear.
"Oh sweet thing, gettin' too much for you?"
"H-Hardly.." You're barely able to keep your eyes from rolling back again, but it's impossible with how deep his cock was pressing in your pussy. The build up comes out of nowhere, you're tensing around his cock, in spasms, and then your body goes limp.
Clark presses a kiss at the side of your cheek before he's housing your body, boneless still, to straddle him instead. Sitting you down on his cock with a scary strength. "Nngh!"
You're clawing at his chest in a stabilising effort. Panting, still feeling overcome with your earlier release. "C'mon. Give me a show." He mutters boyishly through a lustful gaze, holding the camcorder up, but just enough to capture what was below your neck.
"Mean. You're mean." You grumble under your breath. Grinding your hips down onto him with a stuttered breath. "Cl—aaark."
"Wh—aat?" He repeats your whine with a teasing smile. Thumbing your clit, watching you jolt beneath. Clark's palm kneads at your breast gently, a low huff leaving his lips as his thumb grazes down your midriff.
You seem to catch him staring absentmindedly at your belly, swiping over where his cock poke at your stomach. "Wh…what are you looking at?"
He hums gently, smiling lopsided. "If you could see what I'm seeing…how deep I am in you." You don't catch what he mutters, only how he's turning you beneath him.
The device left beneath him. "Should I be nicer?" Clark leans in, kissing at your jaw. Rocking his hips into you a gentler pace. You're whining into his neck, tears pricking the corner of your eyes at how easily he was filling you.
"Be nicer to my pretty…pretty girl?" Your thighs clench tightly around his hips, nodding into his shoulder desperately, without saying a word.
"S'what I thought." He smiles against your neck, glancing over at the abandoned camcorder beside, turning it over just enough to capture them in missionary.
Clark turns his attention back to you, whispering into your skin enough to send shivers down your spine, "give me one more sweet girl.." Your eyes flutter shut, letting Clark's relentless thrusts tip you over the edge once more. "G—god. Damn" He pants into your cheeks, hips stuttering. The sensation of his cum spurting deep in you has you coming at the same time, pussy pulsing around his cock, milking him for its' worth.
You're giggling, all fucked out, cheeks nuzzled into the messy sheets next to your face. Clark leans down to assualt you with a barrage of kisses, "shall we?"
Lazily, you turn to look at him, squinting. "Shall we what?"
"Do what you wanted."
Clark turns you over, thumbing where his cum leaks from your spent folds. Your own words come back to haunt you as a reminder. He reaches out for the cam corder, looping the thread in his palms.
'Yes. I want you to film me while giving me back shots'.
" I hope you dont act like your mother when you grow up, Orin.." My Dark Urge, Ishtar! With child Orin and Helena ! She wasn't the best older sister but had a soft spot for Orin!
I dont think Helena has a canon appearence in game, but maybe she is the one that Orin got the looks from! Also I got the feeling that Child Orin kinda looks like the chucky doll LMAO :'D
phantom who is over soft, gentle sex and needs to be fucked, properly. so, he uses his quint to separate his soul from his body and then lets it fuck him, really rail him into the sheets, until he’s a leaking, whining mess
swiss who has only ever been soft with phantom and thought it was fine until he’s watching a video of the shadowy figure fucking phantom within an inch of his life with the caption, fuck me like this next time, pls x
Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???
Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)
