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Bus stop pt.4

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x F!reader

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Includes: fluff, angst

Summary: Adam and y/n establish their relationship, but trouble ensues after a while of dating

Adam woke up early the next morning, his bedsheets were pulled over y/n sleeping soundly next to him as the sun crept in through the window and gently caressed them both. If the figure sleeping next to him wasn't enough to make him really believe that last night happened, then the evidence of the night before strewn across the floor in the form of clothes and an empty whiskey bottle would hammer the point home. Adam let a shuddered breath escape his lips, the moment was so perfect and fragile, he felt as though even breathing too loud could shatter it.

Adam hadn't really had any perfect moments in his life before, the closest he could think of was when he was five years old, his rascal of a best friend at the time, Scott, had pushed him off his bike and he'd run home crying to his mother. She had cleaned the scrape on his knee, kissed his forehead and told him how brave he was. Of course, that moment was sullied by his angry father smacking the back of his head and telling him to man up. A Ray of hope snubbed out by an evil man.

History had repeated itself for Adam in the jigsaw trap, when he had thought he'd found a friend in Lawrence. The comforting thought of a trustworthy companion coming back to save him, quickly replaced with John kramer himself, and the loss of all hope.

As much as Adam was enjoying this blissful moment in bed next to y/n, his heart raced. It seemed as though whenever he had something good in his life, something immediately came along to ruin it. He wished he could take this moment and bottle it, perhaps turn it into a scented candle or even better, inject it into his veins. He was so so desperate for this to never end.

Y/n stirred slightly in her sleep, rolling over and curling into a ball next to Adam's chest mumbling something that didn't matter. He pulled the duvet over her shoulder and wrapped his arm around her, before going back to sleep himself.

At around noon Adam woke once again, to the sweet sensation of a kiss on his cheek.

"Morning, handsome" a sleepy voice whispered from beside him. Adam peeled his eyes open gradually, before looking at y/n. Her hair was beautifully tousled and her eyes soft and dreamy, it was clear she hadn't been up for long either.

"Morning" he mumbled back with a smile.

"So what exactly is the protocol for something like this? You know, after last night" y/n asked, casually resting her head on Adam's chest.

"Protocol...?" Adam squinted his eyes

"You know, on a scale of "why are you still in my apartment" to "Let's stay in bed and cuddle all day" where exactly do I stand?" Y/n asked with a giggle.

"Hmmm... I gotta admit, the latter does sound pretty good" Adam chuckled, pulling her close and kissing the top of her head.

Adam and y/n never had the big "will you be my girlfriend" moment that most couples do, it just sort of happened. From that day onward it went without saying that they were in a relationship. The two of them would often frequent eachother's apartments, just to play house with eachother. Y/n would cook and Adam would do the dishes, Adam would take their clothes to the laundrette and y/n would fold and put them away. They filed the holes in eachother's lives perfectly.

Adam would often make reference to an article he once read about tarantulas and frogs living together in the amazon. The tarantula provided shelter and food for the frog, whilst the frog would protect the tarantula's eggs. He always thought that his and y/n's relationship was a bit like that, they both needed eachother and both helped eachother wherever they could. Y/n found this analogy cute, but was less keen when Adam called her his "little frog". In his defence, he really was trying to be romantic, he just wasn't very good at pet names and the like. It got a good laugh out of y/n though, and so whenever she needed cheering up, Adam would call her that stupid nickname until she cracked a smile.

For a while, everything was perfect, but as the months went by, the honeymoon phase began to wear off, and the couple had their first fight.

It was an evening in march, y/n had been preparing dinner in her apartment and waiting for Adam to come over after work. He'd quit his job as a stalker-for-hire and gotten some work at a small photography firm. The pay was okay, and the hours were decent- and it was far less dangerous- but Adam was no longer his own boss. He hated being spoken down to, and his new boss did just that. Of course, his boss knew exactly who Adam was from the news, and thought himself something of a mother Teresa for taking such a "troubled young man" in and giving him a job- and oh boy did he make sure Adam remembered that.

"There aren't many employers who'd take someone like you, you know. You're very lucky to have this job" he'd remind Adam whenever he slipped up.

On this particular day, Adam had spilled something in the redroom and damaged a few shots from a child's birthday party. It was nothing serious, and the images could be mostly cleaned up, but of course Adam was treated far more harshly that anyone else would have been. A slew of insults and colourful language was directed towards him, including several "I don't even know why I hired you"s and the odd "You're absolutely useless, Stangheight" thrown in here and there. It was safe to say that Adam was in a fairly sour mood when he finally finished work and headed to y/n's apartment.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Y/n asked as Adam arrived and threw himself down on her sofa. No kiss, no "Good evening," not even eye contact.

He sat down rubbing his forehead angrily.

"Adam, honey? Tell me what happened" she said, sitting next to him and trying to take his hand, which he quickly pulled away.

"I'm fine, work was just a real pain in the ass today" he grumbled.

"Let me fix you a drink, and we can work this out over dinner" she said, her voice nurturing and kind.

Y/n returned from the kitchen about 30 seconds later, and placed a glass of wine on the coffee table in front of Adam, who still hadn't looked up.

"Dinner just needs a little while longer. Is there anything I can do to help in the meantime?"

Adam shook his head, like a sulking child.

"Adam, please talk to me. We can't fix whatever's troubling you if you don't talk" she insisted.

Y/n was being perfectly reasonable, but to Adam, who had heard nothing but beratement and orders all day, just interpreted "Please talk to me" as yet another order.

"Oh my god y/n, just leave it!" He snapped, "you don't need to try and fix everything, I'm a grown man for Christ's sake. Stop talking to me like I'm a child."

Y/n was hurt, but he wasn't one to sit there and let a man see him cry, so he fought back.

"Don't you talk to me like that, in my own home as well? What the fuck is up with you?" She bit.

"I'll talk however the fuck I want to"

"Not in this apartment you won't"

"Fine" Adam stood up

"Fine!" Y/n watched as Adam stomped over to the door, and left, slamming it hard behind him.

Now that she was alone, y/n finally felt safe to cry. She pulled the food out of the oven and set it on the side, no longer feeling hungry, and brought the bottle of wine over to the sofa from the kitchen. She drank Adam's untouched glass and then poured herself a refill. For about an hour, she sat crying softly and watching some mundane sitcom, trying to distract herself. Adam was stressed, stressed people snap, that's understandable. She attempted to rationalise with herself, she'd call him tomorrow they'd talk it through, and Adam would apologise. But she felt little comfort.

Just when she thought about turning in for the night, she heard a knock at the door. Before she opened it, she noticed a little piece of paper sticking through the gap under her door. It was a piece of card folded in half. In the front was a little sketch of a tarantula and a frog holding hands, and inside, written in scruffy handwriting was a note.

Tarantulas have a nasty bite, but they should never bite their frogs. I'm sorry I shouted, I shouldn't have taken my work stress out on you. I love you so much, please forgive me?

-Adam

Y/n wiped a tear from her eye and slowly pulled the door open. There, Adam stood with his hands in his pockets and his head hung.

"I'm sorry, froggy" he said timidly.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Adam and pulled him in for the tightest hug she'd ever given.

"Forgiven" she whispered in his ear.

"D'ya think we could maybe restart the evening?" Adam asked, smiling awkwardly.

Y/n pulled him by the hand into the apartment and closed the door behind him.

"I think that can be arranged" she smiled.

A/n thank you so much for great response I've had to this story!! My ego is really enjoying being watered and fed for once teehee<3

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spacelazarwolf · 1 year

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that post is basically like: you say something them: you saying x thing means you think y *unrelated thing* is true

like I am all for critical thinking about the messages behind media and stuff but , you literally never said transmascs can’t be misogynistic or transmisogynistic in the post that’s screenshotted everyone can be misogynists, have they heard of internalized misogyny? Being xyz doesn’t stop you from perpetuating bigotry and that’s true for pretty much anyone, you weren’t saying transmascs are immune to misogyny you were saying there aren’t groups that are immune to it.

a lot of trans men and mascs specifically have really fucking hated that post bc their advocacy for trans women extends only to harassing other trans men and mascs online. like. i phrased that post in the most neutral way possible, literally specified in the post that trans women and femmes are not somehow more likely to be misogynistic or sexist than anyone else and that anyone can be misogynistic or sexist (wonder why they left that part out. hmmm.) but the fact i’m addressing trans women and femmes at all in a way that isn’t just deifying them threatens these trans men and mascs’ ability to hide behind them.

like. trans women are people, and people aren’t perfect, they deserve the space to acknowledge when they’ve done something hurtful then learn and do better. this idea that trans women and femmes can never do anything wrong ever is so harmful bc not only does it erase the hurt people feel when a trans woman or femme does something to hurt them, but it also sets an expectation that trans women and femmes can’t do anything wrong ever and if they do then they’re evil and irredeemable. we need to be curating spaces where trans women and femmes (and all trans and nonbinary ppl tbh), especially early in transition, can make mistakes and say things that may be insensitive so we can address them in a productive way and everyone is better for it.

#ask avishai

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smurphyse · 1 year

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Don't Fight, Doll | Dark!Bucky Barnes

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Chapter 6 of Lesser of Two Evils

Warnings: domestic violence, sexual violence, cunnilingus, doggy style, choking, phone calls during sex, mental manipulation, conditioning, dubious consent, humiliation

Summary: James gets the all-clear from Dr. Strange... and he takes what he wants

Note: This is a dubcon/noncon fic! Heavy violent content and smut will be prevalent. Read at your own risk and mind the warnings at the beginning of each chapter.

Bucky woke slowly, feeling pretty good about his plan to use the girl against Loki.

She was plastered to his side, snoring softly as the sun rose over the buildings and poured into the wide windows. Her hair was a mess, the soft pool of drool she left on his chest cooling between their body heat.

She was beautiful like that, and Bucky watched with awe at how relaxed she seemed when yesterday she grimaced in her sleep.

She was feeling more comfortable with Bucky. She just needed some tender care. In time she'd belong to him completely, and he'd use her to drive Loki over the edge.

It really was a shame… she could be so much more than a pawn in their game.

Brushing back a few errant strands of hair from her cheeks, Bucky smoothed his fingers through her messy mane. It took so much prompting to get her to let go even a little bit, and he had been able to tell she was still holding back. It had been glorious to watch and feel.. Unfortunately, Loki put a lot of time into training her and breaking her down to nothing but a slave.

At least here she'd have more, he told himself. All she needed to do was be ready for when he wanted her and the rest of the time she could do as she pleased.

His phone rang shrilly on the nightstand, and Bucky flinched when she stirred, twisting under the covers to snatch it.

"What?" he snapped, but he smiled softly when she rubbed her eyes sweetly and slowly blinked up at him.

"Her tests are all negative," Strange's voice came through, and Bucky's cock stiffened underneath her thigh. She frowned and peeked under the blankets, her eyes going wide when she spotted it. "She's good to go, but remember what I said, Barnes."

"I'll keep it in mind," Bucky muttered, hanging up on him and tossing the phone back on the nightstand.

He turned back to her, an excited grin peeling its way across his face. She watched him nervously and cocked her head, "Everything okay?"

Bucky rolled her onto her back, delighting in the small huff of surprise as he pressed his body to hers. He poked her nose with his before pressing his lips to hers, slow and languid, and it took a few moments for her to relax into it.

She kissed him back like she had last night, not as desperate but finally melting into his warmth. Bucky groaned, all he wanted was to consume her, eat her alive and leave nothing left for anyone else.

"James?" she murmured between them, cupping his jaw even as he made his way down her neck.

He rolled his teeth along the sensitive skin of her neck, and she let out a little gasp, her back arching and a blush creeping its way up her throat. "Hmmm?"

"Did you sleep okay?"

Bucky pulled himself painfully away from her sweet taste to cock one brow at her, "Did I sleep okay?"

She nodded shyly, red stinging her cheeks, "Yeah, did you?"

"I did…" he said slowly, unsure of why she wanted to know. "Did you?"

Pulling her lip between her teeth, she nodded again, and much to Bucky's surprise she reached out to press the pads of her fingers to his cheek. They were cold, shaking and nervous as she brushed her hand along his skin.

"I'm…hungry, James," she murmured slowly. "Is that okay?"

Bucky chuckled at her nerves, but a soft pride ripped through him at her gentle ask when yesterday she didn't want to be a bother.

"Of course, doll," he told her, and she gave him a relieved smile. "But we have something to do first."

Now she frowned, “What do we have to do?”

Bucky flashed her a devilish grin, and her eyes turned wary, doing what she could to pull away from him and into the mattress. There was nowhere for her to go, he had her right where he wanted her.

“Work up an appetite.”

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You were staring into the eyes of the beast as he loomed above you like a predator over prey.

James' gaze turned dark, a dangerous shadow casting over those ice blues and fading them to an ocean storm. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, coiled and ready to pounce on your vulnerable frame.

He seemed ready for you to run so he could chase you down, but you'd learned long ago that fighting only made it worse.

With a shaky hand, you reached up and pushed your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp as he had to you the night before. James watched you with a squint as you moved through his thick locks, but when your nails grazed a spot behind his ear his eyes fluttered closed.

"Mmm," James groaned, "You're trying to distract me, but you made a choice, doll."

"I'm scared," you whispered shakily. "What if you don't like it?"

James peeled open his eyes, "Why wouldn't I?"

Tears welled as you began to panic, your jaw trembling in fear, "I haven't… had to please anyone like this in a long time. I don't know, I don't know how to…

"You'll send me back when I can't give you what you want," you murmured pitifully as you began to cry, bringing your hands up to hide your pathetic face. "And he'll kill me after what you've done!"

James let out a sigh of what you assumed was annoyance, pushing your hands away. Intertwining your fingers, he pressed your arms into the mattress on either side of your head and kissed you.

You would have almost called it sweet as you kissed him back, but you knew what was coming. His body settled on yours, careful to keep the bulk of his weight from crushing you underneath him. Your tears cooled on your cheeks as you tried to relax, focusing on the warmth of his lips against yours.

When his tongue slipped inside, hot and probing with gentle insistence, you let out a soft moan like you knew he wanted. His hands slid from yours, fingertips trailing lightly down your arms and leaving tingling shocks in their wake. James smoothed his palms down your sides and brushed them over your breasts as he pulled back.

"You don't need to worry about that," he murmured, pressing kisses across your cheek and making his way to your neck. "Just let daddy play."

He sucked a light bruise on your throat, teeth nipping and soothing with a swipe of his tongue. Your head swam with his heat, his attention, when for so long you'd been dismissed.

"Daddy?" you asked again as you had last night, vision blurring as he continued his exploration. Loki hadn't wanted you to make a single noise for so long, and James seemed to revel in them. But you'd never called anyone that…it seemed so taboo.

James nodded against your neck as he kneaded your breasts beneath his strong hands, "That's right doll. Like this, that's what you're gonna call me."

He pulled up your shirt, tugging gently until you sat up so he could pull it off and toss it from the bed. You vaguely registered the soft thwump as it hit the ground as James put a heavy palm on your chest and pushed you back into the mattress then shed his own clothes. He was back on you in a second, spreading your thighs and planting himself firmly between them.

His palms kneaded the soft flesh, squeezing lightly as he inspected you. You wanted to close your legs and hide from him, but James’ strong hips and muscular thighs kept you where he wanted.

"I've been wondering if this pussy tastes as good as your tongue…your skin," he groaned quietly, mostly to himself as he lowered himself onto the bed.

His warm breath fanned across your cunt as he licked his bottom lip, pupils blown and dark. You got up on your elbows shakily to watch him.

"What do I taste like?" you asked in a small voice, and he tore his gaze from you to meet yours.

"Like honey and sage," he smirked, flashing a wink that made you blush.

"Oh, oh!" you yelped as James took advantage of your embarrassment to lean in and lick a thick stripe along your seam and toss your thighs over his shoulders.

Your hands flew to his forehead to push him away, already overstimulated and nervous as hell, but James gripped your wrists in his large hands and held them tightly on the mattress. His tongue delved deeper as you wriggled uselessly, helpless and trapped.

Your thighs shook as he probed your hole, his hot wet tongue pushing inside with ease. You let out a little hum as you trembled…it felt good, and you weren't allowed to feel good.

"James…" you whimpered as he stretched you slowly, groaning and slurping devilishly loudly between your legs.

He ignored you, dragging his tongue up to press against your clit firmly. You whined and clenched your legs around his head wanting to keep him close but knowing all too well you shouldn't. Just like Loki he wanted to lull you into a false sense of security and then punish you for it.

He laved the bundle of nerves over and over, your brain going foggy and hazy with each swipe, hips twitching and little gasps bursting forth. Your belly coiled faster than you could've thought from his rough handling and moaning, the warmth of him and his scent soaking you in the feeling of him.

"James, James!" you cried out as tears began to well. You didn't want to cum, but it was rocketing through you like a freight train, clawing its way through your body without your permission after so long without such a thing.

He held your wrists tight enough to bruise even when your nails dug into his skin. James grunted as they held his flesh, finally releasing you and guiding your hands into his hair and encouraging you to grab on. You held onto him for dear life, your betraying body shaking in pent up desperation.

Just like last night, James moved his hand between your legs as he ate you out. Two large fingers pressed against your entrance before pushing in, and your head hit the pillows as your walls stretched blissfully painful.

He pumped you slowly to accommodate them, his tongue flicking wildly and driving you mad. You shuddered when you realized he was right, pain and pleasure could be one and the same.

Your cheeks flushed hotly, your blood ripping through your veins as you stopped trying to fight it and leaned into his desires instead. Your wildly beating heart flooded you with adrenaline and ecstacy, a string of wanton moans escaping as your hips rocked down on his fingers as he'd shown you last night.

Your carnal body took control, mindlessly rolling to fit more more more of his thick digits inside, and when he pressed a third finger in a desperate voice burst from your cursed lips.

"Oh, fuck. James!" you whined into the room that was empty save for both of you and your groans of pleasure. He slowed and cocked a brow at you, and you were so needy you couldn't help but staring him right in the eyes and begging.

"Daddy, please," you pleaded. It was a voice you hadn't heard in years, one full of longing and excitement and pathetic want. You had to give in. It was what James wanted you to do.

A dark growl reverberated through your filled cunt as he went back to work in a fervor, slurping and sucking and fucking you on his hand. Your juices soaked the insides of your thighs and his stubbly cheeks as you submitted to him completely.

"Oh, oh fuck," you gasped as your body shook with your impending orgasm. It tore through you like a wildfire as your whole body clenched, legs and cunt clamping down on every part of James you could touch.

"Thank you, thank you, thank-!" you cried as your back arched, a violent shudder echoing down your spine and straight through your dripping pussy, your eyes shutting in agonized pleasure.

James worked you through it until you stilled, going limp like a doll into the mattress. Grinning, he pulled away and slipped his fingers from your used hole and climbed over you.

"Taste, doll," he whispered as he brought his fingers to your lips, and you opened your mouth without thought.

Somehow your brain went even foggier as you licked yourself from him. He was right, you did taste like honey and sage, and your eyes nearly crossed from it.

"See, doll, doesn't have to be bad," he goaded, and you nodded with his fingers in your mouth, drooling around them dumbly. "You taste so good, you did so good for me."

You couldn't help but preen at his praise, eyes pricking with tears. It had been so long since you'd had so many good things said about you, especially like this.

You whined when he pulled his fingers from your mouth, tongue sticking out to catch each drop of yourself from them. James palmed your thighs and rushed forward to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue pushing against yours to lick every part of you he could. Your hands tangled into his hair again as you kissed him back passionately, thankful and so grateful for his gift of pleasure to you.

It was pathetic, but you didn't seem to care at that moment.

You gasped into him as he ground his dick against your soaked pussy, hot and throbbing. Your anxiety started to take over again at his thick length, but when you tried to pull away he held you firm.

"Now now," he tutted, pulling back to shake his head at you. "Don't fight, doll. You know you want it."

You gulped at the dangerous shadow cast over his face, and he nuzzled his nose against yours to whisper darkly, "You chose this."

James reached between you and lined his dick up with your wet cunt, watching you with those blazing eyes as he dragged it up and down your slit. You trembled beneath his fiery gaze, tears welling in your eyes but he simply smiled at you.

"Calm down, take it like a good girl," he murmured, pushing inside just the slightest bit, but you flinched and began to cry.

"It's too big," you cried shakily and pressed your palms against his broad hard chest, "it won't fit!"

"I'll make it fit," James hushed you, smoothing his palms up your legs and waist. He gave your nipples a small brush when he reached your breasts, but quickly brought his hands up to cup your cheeks. His thumbs smoothed along your cheekbones as he gave you a gentle kiss, but you couldn't return it, not when what you feared was so close.

His hips pushed forward despite your tears and shaking, the stretch burning through your pussy. A choked sob burst from you but James ignored it, kissing you again instead.

The blunt head of his cock breached you, your body giving way to his thickness painfully. You looked to him tearfully, not like you could look anywhere else with his weight covering you, "James…"

"Fuck, so tight." Another roll of his hips, another burning inch splitting you open, "Not my name, doll."

Your chest heaved as James pumped his hips again, leaning his forehead against yours. His hot breath ghosted along your lips and cheeks, his coiled muscles bulging under his skin.

"I can't take it…" you whimpered, clinging to him and shivering with the pain and fear. "Daddy, please, I can't!"

James let out an excited grunt, his hips lurching forward and making you cry out. Your vision whited out as you struggled to relax around his girth, and his voice strained, "You can take it, doll."

James groaned and you struggled beneath him as he bottomed out, your ears blazing with heat and shame as his girth held you open unwillingly. You wriggled beneath him, trying to get used to the feeling, but it felt like you were pushed to your limit, too full and his cock was so heavy.

It weighed you down to the bed, and James buried his face in your neck as he ground the head into your cervix. You let out a choking gasp at the pushing sensation, trapped beneath him with your hands stuck between you. You couldn't do anything but whine and heave as you stared anxiously at the ceiling.

He pulled out almost all the way before slowly pushing back inside, groaning against your skin while you gritted your teeth, "That's right, little girl, just let it happen… you can't stop this."

Caught beneath a monster, held painfully open by his weapon of choice, you realized he was right. You chose this, you couldn't stop this.

You were nothing but a toy for him.

Your body went limp like a rag doll as James started to fuck you. Each roll of his hips stretched you further, pushed you to numbness as your mind tried to escape. Each thrust forced breath from your chest, took more from you and your grasp on reality as he took what he wanted.

You knew this was coming, and you scolded yourself for holding out hope that you could avoid it. It felt like you were being torn open, and after his lavish attention you didn't want to complain.

James' grunts echoed at the edges of your consciousness, gliding through you with ease. You vaguely registered that he was speaking, but you tried to focus on staring at the ceiling as he raped you.

Hard fingers gripping your jaw pulled you back into reality, James' bright eyes boring into yours. He slid his hand down to your throat and squeezed, but you did nothing to stop him. You'd lose that fight a million times over in the state you were in. You weren't strong anymore.

"You're not paying attention, doll," he growled, his cock throbbing hotly inside you. His cheeks were dusted red and patchy, sweat cooling between you.

"I'm letting daddy play," you rasped under his palm.

James chuckled darkly and forced you to kiss him, holding you in place as his lips crashed into yours. You couldn't even struggle beneath him, his weight was so heavy, his grip strong and unrelenting.

"You're not getting out of this," he hissed as he pulled back to lean his forehead against yours. "You're gonna feel every second of it whether you want to or not."

He held you tightly as he began to thrust again, slower and angling his hips to hit that spot inside that made your legs twitch. He forced you to watch him, to keep your eyes on his. A tear trickled down your cheek, and he grinned.

"If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be this wet," he murmured, and your eyes went wide.

Before you could reply, James moved. He pushed one leg up, palming the back of your thigh to open you up, the other planted firmly on your throat as he got up on his knees.

"You want to be fucked," he told you as he held you down and gave a sharp thrust. "This sweet little cunt wouldn't keep pulling me back in, wouldn't clench like this if you didn't want daddy's cock."

You shook your head as best you could, "I don't want it! I hate you!"

James leaned in and kissed you hard, pressing your leg back further as he pummeled your pussy. You gripped his wrist and held on for dear life with each snap, each hard thrust of his thick length.

His fingertips squeezed as he fucked you harder, strangling you tight and snarling in your face, "Daddy’s taking care of you, doll, say thank you."

You whined and shook your head harder, struggling and digging your nails into his skin. James throttled you, shaking you as your cunt clamped down around him. Your head swam with the heat between your thighs and his blazing skin against yours, but you couldn't escape it or him.

"Say it!" he shouted, and you burst into tears.

James dropped your thigh as you sobbed, letting it fall to the mattress as he brought his thumb to his mouth and sucked it as his prosthetic hand choked you.

You cried out when he pressed the pad against your clit, swirling it relentlessly. Your thighs twitched as a heat coiled in your belly, tears streaming down your cheeks as he fucked you into oblivion. Your slick dripped between your asscheeks as a sinful squelching noise filled the room along with your tears, and suddenly your back arched violently as you came hard.

He pounded into you as you shook around him, eyes rolling back in your skull as liquid heat shot through your core. When it began to wane and you sobbed, James dropped down and kissed your cheeks softly as he slowed, but he never stopped.

"There, there, so good," he murmured like a lover, his thumb still swiping the sensitive bundle of nerves even as you cried. "C'mon, lemme hear you, doll."

Your head was foggy, overwhelmed and terrified, and you couldn't seem to help it as you whispered shakily, "Than-, thank you, daddy…"

"Hmmm, good girl," James hummed, groaning as he rolled his hips into you. "Just do what daddy asks and you'll be rewarded."

He released your throat and tangled his hands in your hair, holding himself up on his elbows. His lips pressed against yours, softly this time, tongue licking in and pulling your hazy mind under.

He rocked you into the bed gently now, kissing you like he loved you and lavishing you with softness. Your jaw wobbled but you kissed him back, reveling in his heat and comfort instead of his brutality.

Your arms found themselves around his neck, pulling him close until his chest was flush against yours. Your nipples stood hard and at attention, brushing along his skin and sending a fire through you.

You just wanted safety, and when you gave James what he wanted he gave it to you in return. You gave in… letting only this moment matter, clinging to his burly frame and letting your body do what he said it wanted.

Your hips rolled in time to meet his, moans escaping your lips between languid kisses and echoing back with James' own. His grunts and groans reverberated between your chests, sweaty skin sliding against one another as he fucked you.

Your eyes fluttered shut as shame and excitement swirled together in your fucked up damaged brain, body coiling up in preparation for another moment of ecstacy.

"There you go, I feel you," he murmured, kissing his way down to your bruised throat. His breath fanned across your skin, dancing along the goosebumps and igniting your fire. "Daddy’s so proud, little girl…"

His pace picked up, and even though his thrusts were hard and shook your soul inside your body, it didn't seem to hurt this time. When James made his way down your chest, tongue flicking across your nipple and making your pathetic cunt squeeze his cock, you gasped in pleasure.

"Yeah, lemme hear you," he grunted, his hands smoothing down your sides before he took your tit into his mouth.

The heat of his tongue against your aching bud made you moan wantonly, your fingers twirling into his thick hair and keeping him there, right there. Your toes curled tightly, your body building up a shaking symphony of moans and mind bending electricity.

When the cool thumb of his prosthetic hand pressed against your clit, a string of curses burst from you, your pussy soaking his cock as wetness and desire pooled out of you.

"Daddy, please, please," you begged, and he pulled off your tit and smirked.

"A little more, doll, and you can cum," he said sweetly, but the devilish grin on his cheeks betrayed it. "Just for me, you can cum."

Your brain held no function except to do as he wanted, and you began to babble for more of it, "Please, daddy, please. Wanna cum, wanna be a good girl!"

He nodded and pulled your other nipple between his teeth, swiping his tongue over it and working you over. His hips pistoned painfully hard, but the burning only became pleasure in your fucked up mind.

"Wanna be good, wanna be your good little toy!" you cried, tears spilling down your cheeks as you shamefully let this man play with you. "I wanna cum on your cock, wanna take it…please, daddy!"

It was so wrong, but you didn't care. Fire ripped through your veins as your pathetic cunt locked down on his throbbing dick, liquid heat shooting through you. Your body curled up as you came, clinging to his hair for dear life and soaking his cock with your slick.

The tingling in your nipple and clit only forced it out of you like lightning, your cheeks flushing hotly as your tears and vision blurred. His pounding into you only spurred it on, your sore pussy taking whatever he gave.

You collapsed onto the mattress, your chest heaving, and James finally pulled off your tit with a soft pop. His lips glistened with spit as he grinned at you.

"Mmm, exactly what I wanted to hear," he groaned, grinding his dick into your tired hole. You winced and twitched with the feeling, but surprisingly you didn't want him to stop.

You were still struggling to focus when James pulled out suddenly and reached over to the nightstand. With you watching sluggishly, legs spread wide, he grabbed his phone and tossed it on the bed next to you.

Then you were being flipped onto your belly and James took one hand, slapped a pair of metal handcuffs over one wrist.

"Wai-," you began, tugging at it, but he just grabbed your other wrist and pushed you flat into the bed as he locked them to the headboard.

"I need to do this doll," he said simply as he hoisted you onto your knees, fingers digging into your hip, "and I can't have you fighting me."

Putting one hand on the back of your neck and shoving your face into the mattress, James picked up his phone and dialed a number. It rang twice before it was picked up, and your heart dropped into your stomach as the voice came through.

"What?" Loki snapped irritably, and you went stock still. A deer in the headlights.

"Got something of yours, Odinson," James growled cruelly, his thumb rubbing circles behind your ear as you were laid out like a lamb for slaughter beneath him. "Was wondering if you wanted it back."

You heard Loki shift through the speakerphone, sitting up like he did when he heard something he didn't like, "What did you do, Barnes?"

Without warning, James tossed the phone on the bed next to your head and shoved his cock back into your sore and stretched out cunt. You let out a sharp cry as it burned through you, thick and harder than ever inside.

"Pet?" Loki's voice spoke again, softer than it had been in almost a year. You sobbed at the sound of that voice… you'd missed it and the gentle man he'd been so long ago.

"Loki…" you wailed, clutching the pillows hard enough to tear, James' hand on your hip to keep you where he wanted you.

He grinded into you, blunt head pushing against your cervix in this position painfully. He let out a soft groan and said menacingly, "How could you let this pussy get away from you, Odinson?"

"Barnes, if you hurt her-," Loki began, but James laughed cruelly.

"You'll what?" he snarled, "Kill me? You've been trying to do that for years."

"There aren't words for what I'll do to you-," he started again, but James thrust hard into you from behind, and you yelped in pain as it shocked through you. "Pet, listen to me. I'll find you, I swear. I'll-."

"He can't stop this, pet. You know that," James growled. He started to fuck you again, thick throbbing length pounding into you as you were chained helpless on your knees.

You sobbed, wailing into the pillows with each thrust, Loki's voice speaking desperately to you through the speaker, "Just hold on for me, pet. I'll find you, I'll bring you home."

"Does she clench around you like his, Odinson?" James asked, barking a laugh as he beat your pussy raw with each resounding slap of his hips. "So tight… I don't think I can let this go."

"Barnes! I swear I will hunt you down…"

James smacked your ass hard, and you couldn't help but cry out, "Please, stop!"

You tried to crawl away but he held your head down into the bed with a firm hand, "Now now, what did I say? Don't fight me, doll."

"Listen to me, pet," Loki begged, trying to keep your attention on him, but you didn't want to focus on either of them. You wished you were dead. "I'll bring you home safe with me. I swear, I'll find you and bring you home!"

Your eyes blurred and your ears rang as you tuned them out, your sobs fading to whimpers of pain and stress. You focused on something glinting on the nightstand as you were lurched forward with each thrust. Their voices faded to nothing as you realized what it was.

A set of dog tags.

James' name was emblazoned on them, familiar to you and transporting you back in time for a split second before you came back to the present with a shattering cry.

James buried himself as deep as he could, fingers tangling into your hair as he yanked you up onto your cuffed hands. Your back arched as he let out a guttural groan and emptied himself inside you.

Hot sticky cum flooded your cunt, filling you with James' spend as Loki's voice snarled through the phone. "I'll gut you like a fucking fish, Barnes, I'll rip you to pieces…"

James let you go and flopped onto the bed next to you, his cum globbing its way down your thighs as your body trembled, but you kept your eyes on those dog tags even as he snagged the phone and said nonchalantly into the receiver.

"Gotta go, Lo," he chuckled, and his hand came down sharply on your backside. You yelped and flinched, but you couldn't pull your gaze away from the chain on the nightstand.

He ended the call through Loki's screaming, tossing the phone aside. His knuckle rubbed up the inside of one of your thighs, gathering up his spend and smearing it along your skin.

"You did good, doll," he murmured lightly, like he hadn't just scarred you forever. "I'm proud of you."

You said nothing, collapsing onto your belly on the bed. Even when James uncuffed you and settled against the headboard, you stayed silent. He patted your ass a few times as if expecting a response, but you were numb.

You were empty.

Just a toy.

Notes: I make no apologies... What do you think of Loki's reaction??

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journalsouppe · 10 days

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UNWOUND FUTURE RAAHHHHHHHH!!! What an AMAZING trilogy conclusion with such a perfect setup for future sequels. I cannot recommend playing Professor Layton enough.

All of the Professor Layton stickers are from @jordydrawsmerch which can be found here and here. Every other sticker is from Daiso!

All the writing is typed below!

Rating: 9.3 Played: Fa 2023 Port: HD mobile (iPad) Favorite? Y Replayable? Y Recommend? Y

Comments:

the way the PM walked T^T

LMFAO STACHENSCARFEN

Layton’s about to be beat up bc of his top hat (skull emoji)

Getting major DGS 2-3 vibes

FAMILY GOON

An arc arcade? You’re speaking my language

I LOVE THE BLOCK HAT PUZZLE PIECES SPELLING LAYTON IN JAPANESE!!!

FLORA STICKER

BABY LAYTON BLUSHING IM SCREAMING

I really love the picture book and its music

THE DEVIL IN THE TOP HAT NOO

Luke always takes the opportunity to roast the Laytonmobile (skull emoji)

THEYRE JUST SHOOTING AT EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING

THE ORIGINS OF LAYTONS HAT IM GONNA CRY T^T

I love that bi Luke has his own puzzle solving sequence

Where the fuck did you take us future Luke

The battle of wits was so fun omg

I cant get over evil Layton

BIG LUKE AND LITTLE LUKE

Omg Hershel in the background

Based p. Layton newspaper conversation

LMFAO Hershel trespassing and Luke stressed

The bee???? T^T

FLORA PUZZLE SOLVED SEQUENCE T^T!!!!

GO OFF FLORA!!!!

Ooo pretty Chinese arc

Hershel i swear

Hmmm young sir… who is big Luke?

NOT AVOGADRO

Did all the scientists piss their pants?

I have a lot of questions

Love the design and music of the pagoda

Where tf did Hershel go (skull emoji)

Omg Luke’s a Sherlock fan

I feel like Layton was replaced with evil Layton

I swear Dimitri had a mustache??

THE BARS

WHERE IS FLORA

DON PAOLO LMAO

THE LUKE MOBING SCENE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY

How many secret hideouts are there T_T

NOOO FLORA

The barkeep is v sketch

Chad laytonmobile

I can see how this game inspired dgs

THE KAZUMA AND CLIVE PARALLELS ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY

BEASLY AND PUZZLETTE HOLY SHIT

“That’s funny” :[

Ive been side eyeing some of these designs the past 2 games but yeah bostro’s design is def racist

DON PAOLO TURNIGN EVIL BC OF CLAIRE LOVING HERSHEL LMAO T-T and the running into the river omfg

Working with don paolo has been fun

I DIDNT THINK LAYTON WOULD ACTUALLY CUT THE ROPE

Where did Layton learn all this about Clive??

Summary:

WHAT A PHENOMENAL GAME!!! Truly what a great “conclusion” to the main trilogy. You learn so much about Layton, Luke, flora, and many other characters like don paolo. The ending reveal of Clive was CRAZY. It really reminded me of movies like howls moving castle/the iron giant. I also just love how complex Clive is. He was driven to violence because of how the government treated him and his family, but he never truly wanted to hurt people. He was without any hope and thought mass destruction would finally bring some change to the government, but he also made sure to include Layton in his plans because he so desperately wanted someone to stop him. It’s tragic and terrorism definitely wasn’t the way to go but at least this is a fictional story and that death machine looked kinda sick Ngl. The story of Layton and Claire was also so tragic yet so healing. Layton could finally take off his hat without feeling grief, you never would’ve known he was hurting that much. I loved Claire, she seemed like such an amazing person and I’m glad Layton wasn’t swayed to try to bring her back, although he did falter when he had to say goodbye again. Although I highly enjoyed the game, I am slightly disappointed there was no actual evil Layton. How fun would a game with evil Layton be omg. The whole game constantly caught me by surprise, even by small scenes like Beasly and PUZZLETTE. I’m still a littel confused about the lab experiments with Gumbo and subject 3, I’m not quire sure why they added that plot (and have no resolution) but I liked Gumbo fine. My favorite coin animal will always be hot dog though. I cannot recommend this series enough, I am having the time of my life. I can also see how DGS was heavily inspired by these games and im so glad about it bc dgs was game changing. I can’t believe there was a 26 year wait in between UF and NWOS but im glad to be a Layton fan :’) so fucking glad!!!!

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redhead-batgal · 1 year

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can I request you do a Tim Drake x reader where the reader is a spider-like anti-hero that is infamous for getting on batman's bad side due to their methods (i.e. hurting bad people like r*pists, etc.) as well as criticizing him for his techniques, and Tim one day bringing them to the manor after a night of patrol and how the batfam reacts? [can you use 21, 8, 15, 28, 31, 32, 19, 35, 26, 17, 3, 1 & 25 from the neutral prompts; 23 from the angsts prompts; and 1, 27, 34 from the fluff prompts]

I'm so sorry this is pretty long, you can cut out any prompts if you'd like wefhsdkj anyways, have a nice day/night & I love your writing!

Pairing: Anti-Hero! and Gender Neutral! Reader x Tim Drake/Red Robin

Prompts: ϐ1: "“Hmmm, what if-” “Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face." ϐ3: "Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens." ϐ8: "FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” “They literally just breathed.” “It was a sigh and fuck you.” ϐ15: "Are you fucking kidding me?” “No, not in the slightest” ϐ17: "She is my favorite sister.” “I’m not even your sister.” “Not yet.” ϐ19: “Are you insane?” “Most likely.” ϐ21: “You’re late.” “You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.” ϐ25: “You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” “Well, the light is broken.” ϐ26: “Get the fuck off of my car.” “Say please.” “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car” “that’s not very nice” “I’m done.” ϐ28: “And here I was thinking you were dead.” “As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.” ϐ31: “IS THAT A KITTY!” “Be quiet, we are supposed to observe and report!” “But the kitty…” ϐ32: “Shock me,” “I would but I’m afraid it’d kill you, old man.” ϐ35: “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.” “NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” ✢23: “Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” ☙1: “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” ☙27: “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.” ☙34: “Damn you smell really nice.”

Content: Cursing, fluff, antics and Batfamily shenanigans. (This is technically what you asked for but also not. I just couldn't help myself with the chaotic batfam scenario sorry if this isn't what you were expecting!"

Word Count: 2,132

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Life is complicated, especially since people are so bizarre. They have the capability for good and, unfortunately, for evil. And evil tended to rein from what you had seen in life.

It was part of the reason why you decided to become a vigilante of sorts. Part of the reason why you went out in the middle of the night and fought for justice for those who couldn't fight back.

Batman and the rest of the bats wouldn't do what it takes to keep the people of Gotham safe. The vulnerable people of Gotham, the working girls, boys and in-betweens... the people who don't follow the social norms with gender and career.

You chose to help others in a way that the bats couldn't. Killing of course wasn't something you did, that would defeat your purpose. These people- how could you even call them people? These scum, needed to be taught a lesson. And you would make sure it got through, even if it meant you ended up with some bruises and broken bones as well.

This, of course, put you on the big bat's bad side. He didn't see you as an enemy, but he certainly didn't like your actions. However, this did not apply to all of the bats.

"You're late." He sighed.

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head back. Shrugging you smiled at him lazily.

“You see I would have been on time, but I was kinda keen on not dying.”

He turned to you and a wicked smile slid onto your face. Even with his mask on you could see his seething glare. Rolling off of the heating unit, you flipped to land on your feet before walking towards him.

"Come on Red, can't you take a joke?"

Red Robin did not reply, and you sighed. Maybe you should have tried to take this more seriously. After all he wanted you to officially meet the rest of the bats.

"Alright," You began, "I'm sorry."

Red Robin sighed; eyes narrowed as he looked you over before shaking his head.

"Are you insane?"

Instantly speaking before he could continue, "Most likely?"

He laughed slightly and you bounced a bit before speaking once again, “Hmmm, what if-”

“Oh no, don’t you start that sentence, don’t you dare make that face."

Hopping closer to him you leaned in and opened you mouth to say something, noting the slowly appearing smile on his face. Before opening your mouth, however you took a breath in, and words spilled from you.

"Damn, you smell nice."

He paused for a moment, and you met his gaze before smiling at him and leaning in even more. It hadn't been long since your friendship had officially morphed into something more and every little since of affection seemed to make Red Robin- Tim, it made him nervous.

“I honestly," You began looking at him a mischievous smile on your face, "don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.”

He took a step back and you looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Is something wrong Red? You want me to meet them because we're together, right?"

He didn't reply, in fact he looked away from you and you paused. All jokes aside you did love him. You did care about what he said and how he felt. It hurt a bit, him ignoring your question.

"Or" You began letting your mind speak before you thought it through, "do you want to know how they seem me before you decided how you feel?"

He paused again and you sighed, you knew he didn't always know what to say to your antics and fears.

"Please tell me that I'm wrong, Red. I-i want you to reassure me. Say things- things like... I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”

He finally looked to you and nodded slowly. Clearing his throat, he took a step towards you, and you smiled.

"I do, I do. I'm- I'm just-"

"Nervous?" You asked watching as his hands fluttered and his body twitched.

"Yeah."

Moving so there was no space between you, you leaned against him.

"It's okay, I get it. If things don't go well, you can just say it's your rebellious phase."

Tim laughed and you smiled at him, grabbing onto his arm you began pulling him across the roof top.

"Come on lover boy, we've got somewhere we need to be."

It did not take long for the two of you to arrive at the vast estate of the Wayne family. Nor did it take long for you to reach the front door. Opening it, that was another matter though. Voices seemed to blast from within and you had to bite your lip to keep your composure.

"Go on, keep calling me names, see what happens!" A voice yelled.

"As if you can do anything Thomas!" A younger voice replied, and you almost turned to Tim who sighed before yanking on the doorknob.

You peeked your head into the manor to see dimly lit rooms and straight ahead a tv screen blazing. Wandering in you found two boys sprawled across the couch just in front of the tv.

“Get the fuck off of my car.” The young Wayne boy, Damian remarked.

A controller pinned in his hands as he glared at another boy.

“Say please.” The other remarked and you recalled his name, Duke.

Damian glared before seething, “Please get your fucking ass off of my fucking car.”

“That’s not very nice.”

Throwing the controller down, Damian shook his head scowling, “I’m done.”

"Where on earth did Robin hear that language?" You snorted.

"Jason probably," Tim sighed.

There was silence before a voice shouted in reply sending you into a pearl of giggles.

"You're one to talk pretender!"

Tim rolled his eyes as he gestured to the boys in front of the two of you.

"These are some of my family members. Duke is a daylighter so you probably haven't seen much of him, and you already know that Damian is Robin."

Duke looked up before blinking a few times, you smiled and waved, and Duke's face went blank as he waved back. Damian raised his head for a second spotting you and scoffing.

"Hello, L/N. Still wasting your time with Drake I see."

Tim's hands were on your make moving you towards the kitchen as your jaw dropped at Damian's comment. Clearly, he did not want to deal with his younger sibling today.

Tim pushed the kitchen door open and sitting on the counter a carton settled in her lap was an unfamiliar girl. She blinked before smiling upon noticing the two of you.

'Hi' She signed, and you tilted your head.

"This is Cass, you probably know her as Black Bat though."

Your eyes nearly popped out of your head as you looked to Tim your jaw dropping. Her? Black Bat? Wow. You had been dying to meet her.

"Wow," You breathed out stepping forwards, "Uh Hi! I'm Y/n. Woah, yeah uhm sorry. I've just heard a lot about you and- and I'm a big fan."

Cass blinked; her pale cheeks being tinted with the slightest pink as she tucked her hair behind her ear hiding part of it from view. Suddenly, she quickly began signing and you shook your head trying to keep up but being unable to.

"Huh, yeah. You're right Cass. I should show them the cave." Tim muttered, he then looked to you and weakly smiled, "Do you want to see the bat cave?"

You nodded rapidly. While you wanted to stay and talk with Cass, you doubted you'd be able to keep up an actual conversation and you really didn't want her to feel uncomfortable.

"Alright, this way. And just down the stairs."

“IS THAT A KITTY!” Spoiler's voice echoed through the comms.

“Be quiet," Batwing hissed "we are supposed to observe and report!”

“But the kitty…”

A sense of surprise raced over you. You really didn't expect to hear things like that. You were almost certain that patrols were serious and yet, here was Spoiler surprising you. Continuing your descent, you made it to the bottom of the stairs to find an unmasked Batman at the computer with a civilian Red Hood behind him waving his hands.

"Shock me." Bat- no Bruce sighed.

"I would but I'm afraid it'd kill you, old man." Red Hood snorted.

You laughed and he turned to you before laughing as well, “And here I was thinking you were dead.”

“As if death could be so lucky to be blessed with my presence.”

Bruce ignored the two of you, eyes locked on the screen and Red Hood- no Jason, looked at you.

“Heroes die young anyways, might as well live as a villain.” He said reaching his fist out, "right?"

"If anyone's like a villain between the two of you it's gotta be Y/N." Bruce mumbled.

"What? Why? I was a drug lord and killed tons of people." Jason questioned his nosed scrunched up in confusion.

"They castrated a man in broad daylight," Was Oracle's calm response that echoed through the cave cleaving it into silence. A smile nearly jumped onto Jason's face as he turned to you.

"Are you fucking kidding me?”

“No," Tim sighed, "not in the slightest.”

"You castrated a man?"

Heat flushed your cheeks, and you waved your hands spitting out a defense, "He was using his dick for bad things! He deserved it."

"It was more than one, and you are now wanted." Bruce Wayne sighed rubbing his temples.

Your reply was instant, “You know it’s very nice to be wanted.”

“NOT BY THE FUCKING FBI DAMN IT!” Tim bellowed turning towards you his eyes wide.

A sheepish grin was on your face as you batted your eyes at him, and Tim let out a groan. Shaking his head, he gestured towards the stairs.

"I think we're done with the Batcave."

You sighed before scowling and moving towards the stairs. However, before you could even raise your foot to the first step you heard Bruce Wayne's booming voice.

"It was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope you keep making Tim happy."

Looking over your shoulder you smiled brightly, meeting the bat's face before nodding.

"Oh, trust me. I will."

Jason burst into a fit of laughter and Tim suddenly was pushing against your back and forcing you up the stairs. You had just made it into the hall when, yet another bat began coming your way.

“You, my friend, are going down a very dark path.” Harper remarked a phone tucked into the crook of her neck.

“Well, the light is broken.” You heard someone reply and you sighed.

Harper turned to look at you before her eyes lit up, "Gotta go, I'll see you later."

She then abruptly hung up before spinning towards you and Tim. She pointed at you and then at Tim her eyebrows raised. Shaking her head, she smiled brightly.

"FINALLY! Someone who gets me!” Harper exclaimed.

Tim looked to her an eyebrow raised, “They literally just breathed.”

“It was a sigh and fuck you.”

"She is my favorite sister.” You snorted.

Harper looked at you confused, “I’m not even your sister.”

You smiled before turning towards Tim, “Not yet.”

A delighted look appeared on Harper's face as she looked you over before turning towards Tim.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well-" You began a wicked grin on your face.

Tim grabbed your arm and began pulling you towards the door, "I think that's enough for tonight. Bye Harper!"

Harper giggled in reply and Tim continued pulling you towards the door. Only to be stopped by a request from Alfred Pennyworth.

"I do hope that you will bring Mx Y/N for Sunday dinner Master Timothy. It will be a far better setting for them to get acquainted with everyone."

Tim sighed, his head hanging as you held back a laugh. He nodded and half turned towards Alfred with his hand weakly waving.

"Of course."

"Goodbye Alfred!" You shouted causing the butler to turn towards you a small smile on his face.

"Farewell Mx Y/N. I do hope you have an enjoyable rest of your evening!"

You continued to wave as Tim pulled you out the door. Finally, the door closed, and Tim let out a haggard sigh.

"So," You began causing him to look at you, "Sunday dinner? I'm pretty sure I didn't get to meet everyone after all."

Tim closed his eyes before pressing his hand to his face, "Damn it."

Another giggle escaped you and you grabbed onto his arm patting it slightly before shaking your head a smile stretched across your face.

"Damn it!" He said again and you laughed.

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dangermousie · 8 months

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So, anyone who believes our FL is the unknowing reincarnation of Cang Hai, the ruler of Moluo and the lover memory of whom Chu Kong lost, raise your hands. That's everyone, right?

OK, so we first hear of our ML as some sort of big wig God of War who's been in seclusion to recuperate after his big battle with ruler of Moluo, Cang Hai.

Apparently that battle was so fierce, he not only lost half his primordial spirit, but his memories about the battle and surrounding events were wiped out. FISHY FISHY FISHY n1.

We then soon learn that Cang Hai was apparently a wise and popular ruler and leader of the six realms but ooops, an oracle said she's go evil and have to be offed. How convenient. Goodbye Moluo realm, welcome supremacy of current heavenly realm.

And then Cang Hai somehow (via means unspecified and for reasons unspecified except "prophecy") went evil and how nice, God of War (and brother of current heaven ruler, hmmmm) Chu Kong appeared to defeat her. Fishy n2 swims to join fishy n1.

I remember LBFAD where the fairies kept telling the glorious story of their victory over the evil Dongfang Qingcang who led people who had the temerity to object to fairies conquering them. Hmmm, anyone is getting the same feeling?

It's pretty clear something way different went down there because not only is it clear Chu Kong has forgotten the battle, his shady royal brother remembers stuff he does not. He is VERY curious why his brother is willing to do love tribulations due to the fact that apparently CK is averse to any sort of romance for 30K years (which is telling in and of itself since that's the length of time Cang Hai has been dead.) Also, brother's reaction when Chu Kong confidently proclaims he can take evil evil Cang Hai down the battle with whom he does not remember but is sure had it coming is shadier than a giant maple forest. Fishy n3 swims to join the group.

Then there is the last surviving royal of whatever who's been haunted by his whatever to CH and keeps thinking she will be resurrected and goes spare when he sees our marriage fairy and flashes back to CH who looks exactly the same.

The prince dude plain text tells him that the woman he's pining for 30K years is someone Chu Kong met and lost memory of.

And the way he asks this, it's very clear that the official story is way way way off in a way he'd probably find huge to know:

Welcome Fishy n4.

Oh, and then Chu Kong sees FL on the bridge and gets an epic headache and begins remember vague flashes which are CLEARLY CLEARLY on above evidence with Cang Hai and it is one 100% clear that they were in love and whatever way that battle went, it did not go the way the official narrative says since we see him running after her in wedding clothes and holding her hand trying to prevent her from falling off a cliff Wei Wuxian style.

And now with 5 fishies we have a fish school and can dismiss the class.

PS Here is more evidence.

Anyway, this is very different from the novel in the framing story so I am vvvv curious what they are doing with this.

#cdrama #yang chaoyue #ding yuxi #love you seven times

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inbarfink · 8 months

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My homie I have amazing news. In one of Finn's past lives he was a butterfly. Fionna is probably dreaming of one of her past lives. Like yeah I know dream analysis and stuff and the shwo is very deep. But maybe it's just a cute easter egg.

Okay, I was actually totally planning to add a lil thing in the tags of that post that I was like "hmmm or maybe it can also be related to Finn's past life as a butterfly" but then I, like, had a brainfart and forgot about it lol??? I literally don't know what happened there, honestly.

But also, there is a reason I only meant to leave this idea as a little-side-addendum in the tags - because I don't consider it very likely at all right now. First and foremost because, yeah, one of Finn's past life was a butterfly - but that doesn't necessarily mean anything about Fionna.

I mean, we know that the F&C verse sometimes flips around characters' species. For Glob's sake, literally the second-most important character in this universe is a cat whose Mainverse counterpart is a dog! As far as we know, Fionna's past life could've been a maggot or a Kiwi bird!

Also, an important thing to remember here is that Fionna isn't having this dream alone. Cake is ALSO dreaming with her

While it's been kinda implied that Finn and Jake keep reincarnating as best bros throughout their lives and maybe you can extrapolate that would be true of Fionna and Cake as well. But there's nothing in this little visual that could be a 'companion' to the butterfly so I think it's worth asking.... why is Cake dreaming of Fionna's past life as well?

Also, I would buy the idea this was just "Fionna dreaming of her past lives" more if, like, the first episode's title sequence showed her dreaming of a shooting star or a pink slime or a genderswapped version of Shoko or anything else also related to Finn's past lives. But instead what we had was this:

What seems to be a simplified version of the Hotel from her dream sequence at the start of the episode (note the little beach chair on top). I mean, if Finn has a comet I guess Fionna's past life could be a building but... yeah I'm pretty sure that's just the hotel from the dream. It seems like the emerging pattern is Fionna dreaming about a location from the episode at each Ending Title Sequence.

Because the most important thing is that Fionna in the EP2 ending isn't just dreaming of a random butterfly....

That Butterfly is sitting on the MASK WORN BY THE 'EVIL BEAR' FROM THAT SAME EPISODE.

So Fionna is dreaming explicitly of a butterfly flying around in the Heart of Ooo. So if THIS is her past life that actually has far more Lore Implications than if the dream is just symbolic of the series' themes.

And you know, I was just kinda spitballing with that "Zhuang Zhou Dreams of Being a Butterfly" thingy. I still think there's something there especially with Fionna dreaming of Ice King and Ice King dreaming of Fionna but... there's a lot of interesting thematic meanings you can take from the butterfly if you don't insist on refusing to engage with it for silly reasons.

The aforementioned 'Butterfly Effect' concept is one. But you can also look at more general symbolism associated with butterflies. Such as Freedom (which is, when you get down to it, what Fionna is dreaming about more than anything) or Change and Transformation. You know, kinda like how the ending of this episode signified an important Change in the status que of both of our main leads?

And Transformation is a HUGE theme in this particular episode. You know, Simon's struggle of having being transformed into Ice King and now back to Simon again and how much it messed up his sense of identity? Or how his trauma Changed him? Or how he has a hard time coping with the Changes in his life and the world in general?

We'll probably need more than two episodes to really see what the pattern is with the ending titles and thus more reliably speculate on What Could It Mean. But with the information we have, I don't think it was just Fionna dreams of her past life. And even if it is, I think it's silly to totally discard all the thematic possibility of the butterfly. There's a reason why didn't just dream of being a Pink Slime, after all.

(edited to remove a factual error because I made a point about Fionna's surname not being related to Finn but forgot that was Minvera's name lol)

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heinzpilsner · 3 months

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Yep, it's me again, your local amateur stylist

Love the crystal catacombs scene and all the symbolism behind it, but every time I rewatch it, there's this stupid traitorous thought in my mind: "Ugh, I really don't like how Zuko looks here".

Like... Seriously, why whose robes? Why whose hair? (Okay, maybe they couldn't do much about the logic behind the hair growth they totally could if they wanted though, but again, why whose robes? At least try to compensate for this haircut and not make it worse, for god's sake!) Whose decision was it?

Like, they're awful for him! Yes, they make him look more safe and approachable for Katara, I guess, but if creators were aiming for a romantically charged scene, you'd think they would choose something more appealing. I mean, it's pretty difficult to look bad with Zuko's facial features, but it was a pretty close call.

Almost as if they were trying to mask what they were doing here in the same breath as hinting "hey, look, it's omashu parallel!"

hmmm

/paranoid sounds/

Were they afraid what if they make Zuko look more attractive here, they will spoil the whole "beautiful pure platonic connection" message? Let Katara touch his lips anyway though, gods, it's so confusing. I mean, I kinda get it, but when you retain all the sex appeal in early zutara interactions to the "evil" three-tying Zuko, it kinda makes sexuality in general look bad, you know.

#zutara #zuko #atla

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cutepastelstarsalior · 3 months

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Decided to watch Hazbin Hotel…..(only because I hard that Jeremy Jordan is Lucifer va…..and also because i am a hater™️)

Watching this on Watch Anime dub, it has the pilot…so

Pilot

Pilot Charlie voice is so pretty. God the angels designs remind me of those weird The Purge neon mask…forget how red this pilot is..there is a lot of random sounds effects, it feels a tinnnyyyyyy bit to much. Pilot angels voice <3 snake guy voice so SO familiar????? I feel like he was in a video game or something. Hmm I forgot how much cursing there is…minor pet peeve, sometimes the lineart is hot pink and it’s kind of annoying since it sticks out against black lineart, also there SO many eyes, everywhere? Idk if that a fun little quirk or lore™️ that one news reporter being on fire made me laugh.. I like the mixed art style when Vaggie talks about Alastor, it’s charming. Hmmm, radio sound effects, love them <3

I think it’s cool that Charlie is a very sweet, kind of “childish” Nieves princess in a world full of murder and hate and violence. It makes me wonder how she got that way? Also hell is overpopulated so the angels kill them. Interesting!! Especially since lot of demons also fight over territory. This Katie killjoy does have a point, why would sinners want to change? Beside the killing, it seems like hell is basically Earth 2.0.. It is cool how Alastor the radio demon, decided to help out because he’s bored.

GOOSEWORX THE CEATOR OF THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS :0 👀 yooooooo. Jesus there so many people working on this pilot…

Scale of 1-5 I give this a 3.5.

Episode 1

Ok, so the intro says that the angels have an extermination because they don’t want Hell to rise up. But in the pilot it was because of overpopulation…Also Lucifer not liking hell and can no longer dream, while Lilith thrives…hmmm if this story has Lilith be evil while Lucifer is good idk how to feel about that. The voices are different, while I don’t like Charlie’s new voice (sounds to idk deep?) I definitely like Vaggies, it’s deep and a bit monotone. Also new outfits!!! Charlie’s is fine, but I don’t like how sharp her face is? So look more older and mature compared to her pilot self, which add the whole naive princess feel. It’s canonically 5days to a week between the events of the pilot and the first episode…oh ew I hate Angels voice. It’s too high, and he has an accent now??? Oh Husk voice!! While is deep, it’s also high? No longer gruff.. hmm character wise, angels seem more bitchy?? Then the pilot?

Ok…random song???? Just…no build up music or anything.. Charlie curses more too. In the pilot she curse like, 3 times. Here she does it more.

There is a giant clock tower thing that went you go in, leases to a lobby then leads to the angels???? Wouldn’t that make it like, easier to attack heaven or something? Why is an Angel, like the heaven angel, cursing?? I feel like that would be against the rules?? WAIT THATS ADAM LIKE FIRST HUMAN ADAM???? Oh no that worse… like like nifty she’s a cutiepie :)

Ok Hell is still overpopulated, and heaven keeps killing then because they think he’ll will overpower them, but Adam does it for entertainment? Hmmm they also going to kill again in 6 months. :/ Katie killjoy voice is also bad.. oh!!! Wait Adam lied, the real reason heaven is killing again because an Angel was killed? But an angel was never killed before??? I thought hell was very powerful?

Episode rating 1-5. I give it a 3. I like the singing, love Vaggies and Alastor’s dynamic. But the plot is a bit confusing? Is hell being kill because of overpowered or because of overpopulated? The hotel design is pretty. Though he’ll is still red :/

Episode 2

Why is hell citizen freaking out? In the pilot it seems like they like it, because people can fight over territory. And an angel was murder, so ??? Don’t see why they would panic.

The Vees. Vox, a tv head demon who is like a weird Amazon business guy. His design is…clutter. Dude, striped jacket with vertical stripes shirt? Tho thank god he’s blue, he sticks out nicely in hell. I like his blue neon eyeliner, that cool. Velvet is a British fashion designer….shes fine. I don’t really care for her. And Valentino, who’s is Angel’s boss/pimp. And oh my gosh whose voice, his accent keeps coming and going??? It’s bad I hate it, because it’s so noticeable. Interesting that he’s Spainish(?)

Vox can hypnotize people and he did a cool tv voice effect!! Oh god I think I have a favorite character??? Vox and nifty…

Ok ok ok, so there a radio demon, a tv demon, is there a computer/internet demon??? God I hope so. Imagine if there an internet demon and vox and alastor has to like put aside there differences and work together.

Why is there Egyptian demons???? Ancient Egyptian believed in an underworld called Duat, but it’s not a place of external punishment. The ancient Egyptian thought the worst punishment a soul could have would be denial to the afterlife, and being ceased to exist. The souls did have to make a dangerous journey to be judged by Horus and Osiris. (Wiki)

Vox asked Alastor to join his team?? Maybe Vox doesn’t like Velvet and Valitini that much? He seems more like a boss to them than a friend.

“And that’s the tea” :/ Why is Alastair using slang from after the 20’s? I mean sure he probably learn it in hell. But Alastor is like from 1920. That’s the tea/spilling tea is original from drag culture in 1994.

What IS Charlie’s plan to redeems sinners? Charlie was born in hell, and the sinner were from earth, surely the sinner like, know how to apologize and basic human decency? Maybe they just forgot? Maybe they need to like, clean themselves of their sin??? Idk.

Oh my god Charlie is having them do a say no to drugs roleplay!!!! ……that. Akers me wonder, how does Charlie’s know this stuff if she’s from hell? Does she learn this by watching the sinners? Did her mom or dad teach her this??? Ok, so I have seen the pilot and that seen post about that one comic about angel day to day life, and seen the addic music video. So it’s a surprise that Fat Nuggets, Angle’s pet pig is here. And that weird red smoke.

I don’t care for snake guy. He’s…neutral. Kind of suck that who snake guy being a spy was like, immediately uncovered. Kind of wished that angle was get like bummed out about the attention snake guy is getting, then later he would like, try to find out what is going on. Or something!!! But I guess having snake guy be an actual member of the team is fine. Tho, I do like his design. It’s nice to see characters that aren’t so red. Angel’s and Vaggie’s singing voice harmonies really well. Ok, this is like the first sign I actually enjoy.

Scale 1-5. I give it a 4. Only because of Vox, and that ending song.

Episode 3

Snake guy wanting to shoot the other residents because he thinks everyone is to nice and it’s a lie. That…that surprisingly a deep thought? Like I didn’t expect the show to have the residents not trust one another because they are waiting for the other shoe to drop. Also it seems like Vaggie and Alastair run the hotel, like doing up with the ad, making rules. Seems like Charlie is just the face/money aspect of the hotel. My guess is that in the future Charlie wants to quit, or is forced to to quit, and Vaggie take over, or gives like, an emotional speech about how the hotel and running it charge her for the better.

I remover in the pilot, or around that time, Alastor is aroace (nice) but I don’t remember what Vaggie is. But I can see people shipping them. For me, I could see then being close friends or maybe a weird ambiguous relationship.

Charlie you kind of a shitty boss. Like, I know I just said that vaggie does all the work, but girl, you have to do some work to?

Oh my god there do a Mean Girls trust fall bit.

Weird green spider guy….i love him. Wish this show has subtitles, would love to understand what this guy is saying..

There sub overloads? Neat. God that weird neon wolf??? Dinosaur??? Is SO distracting, like they really stick out against the reds and washout colors..

Once again, a another song without any music buildup or warning. “I’m the backbone of the Vees” hmmmmm are you tho? Like, Vox is doing a lot, and Val is….there. WAIT IS SHE the internet overboard??? She’s call “social media overlord” in one of the screen backgrounds.. god if she if, that lame. She not like, scary or imitating?? She’s just annoying. Man that sucksss. We could have like a cool internet overlord that was young and careless, but that a persona, and on the inside they are rude and vile. Because the internet has everything and anything, so they could instantly control people lives or spread rumors or doxxs people????

Idk why, but velvet sing reminds me of SIX the musical. But I know that her VA is Lily Cooper who did the SpongeBob musical and wicked , and not SIX.

Why is this lady’s earring hanging off her hair??? Do sinner/demons/whatever not have ears or noses?? Eghh I don’t like her singing?? It feel like she’s straining herself.

WAIT THE SNAKE EGG HAS EGGS BECAUSE SNAKE LAY EGGS BUT THEY ALSO EAT THEM. OHHHHH. why did that take me so long to figure that out??

Scale 1-4. I give this a 2. Idk man, this episode is kind of boring.

Episode 4

Oh dear, I hard LOT of bad things with this episode…let’s see how bad it is.

Charlie get gross out by the sex tape….asexual Charlie real. To me!!!! Also same, Charlie, same.

“Dollface” aw, cute.

Angel panicking about Charlie trying to talk to his boss. I’m guessing he’s afraid that if Charlie accidentally angers Val, Val will take his anger out on Angel. :(

Oh cool. Val hit angel. Wow!! (Sarcasm) Totally wish there was like, a warning or something for that!!!!

Hmm ok. So that song was…bad. Like lyrically bad. As for the scenes, I literally don’t know how to feel about them? Like knowing the backstories of this episode, it grosses me out. But the song and scenes, just didn’t feel anything? Idk.

I don’t think husk should get angel back?? Angel was sexually harassed him, and husk has repeatedly said no. Like yeah, angel did that has a bad coping mechanisms or like, persona, but hmmm. I feel like if they two need to talk to each other, it could be in a different way? Also I noticed this episode is SUPER short compared to the other ones. The other once’s are like 22 minutes, this one is 12.

Oh cool, husk stoped angel from getting roofied. I guess with him being a bartender, he’s train to watch out of these things.

Husk singing voice is so so nice <3 but WOW is this message a bad one. Angel sold his soul to Val, and Val abuses him. Angel then self destruct because he thinks if he (angel) is broken enough then Val will let him go. Meanwhile…..Husk was an overlord who gamble and lost his soul to Alastor…..these 2 problems don’t equal each other. One is horrible, and one is a bummer situation. Also the message for being at rock bottom, together, maybe he helped to some people, but I think in Angel’s case he needs different help. Like sometimes when people act worse with each other, it can make people not want to get better or encourage someone to get worse. I feel like that what husk and angel dynamic is?

For some reason I feel like Charlie was written really out of character here??? She crying and had to be carried away. It feels very weird.

Scale 1-4. I give this a 1. Would have have this a 0 but husk singing voice save it.

I heard that episode 5 and 6 are coming soon. Will I seen them, probably. Do I enjoy this show? Not really. The concept is cool! And like, only 3 characters I enjoy. But I feel like the way this is handled is bad. On Prime Video this show is 18+. Honestly, this show feels more like TV-14 - TV-MA. TV 14 is decried as intended for children ages 14 and up in company of an adult. It possibly contains suggesting dialogue, strong language, intense sexual situations, or intense violence.

TV MA is for adults. It possibly contains crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity, or graphic violence. On IMDb Hazbin Hotel has 19 sex and nudity, 14 gore and violence, 9 profanity, 10 alcohol, drugs and smoking, 9 fighting and intense scenes. On HBO MAX it’s 18+, TVMA, when video version, and 16+ on YouTube. So like, who is this show for???

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