#oh and the movies above are in no order obviously

[shiny-jr]

Pleasing and begging please...something with soft yan Vil....maybe specifically something about him protecting his darling from some particularly jealous and vindictive fans?

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit.

Summary: When news finally got out that you, a common person, was dating the Vil Schoenheit, all hell seemed to break loose.

Note: Man, y'all really like soft yan Vil stuff, huh? Come get y'all food. This came out way longer than I thought it would. Oh, and it’s 1AM when I checked for mistakes, so sorry if there’s some I missed.

Vil hadn't meant for this to happen. All he had wanted was to have a nice serene dinner with you. It was at an exclusive restaurant on the highest floor, a space he rented so he could be entirely alone with you and there would be no one else to disturb you. While you were in awe at the sight of the city lights from clear glass windows from on high, he was distracted too. Not by the sight, oh no. There was something else, or rather someone else, far more beautiful right in front of him. Perhaps that was his mistake, distracted by admiring you with eyes filled with love, so entranced that he failed to notice the waiter by the door quietly snapping a photo of the two.

Everything was normal the next day. The quiet before the storm. Vil was busy with some filming, apparently landing a role in a highly anticipated movie. You were in a cafe, quietly relaxing with a magazine and on the cover was your very partner. As you sipped on your drink of choice, you listened in to the noises around you. People ordering coffees and overpriced macaroons, the ding! of the cash register, the chime of the bell above the entrance. When a lively little intro song came on, your eyes drifted to the source: the television.

The screen displayed a youthful looking woman, one that hosted those types of talk shows where they spoke about the hottest trends, conversed about the most dramatic of events, and discussed the most baseless of celebrity rumors. It's bright colors and loud volume immediately caught your eye. You decided to watch, taking another long sip of your beverage as the pretty hostess appeared in her chair.

"And the hottest story today, Vil Schoenheit was pictured last night, reportedly on a date!"

What.

The hostess laughed, sounding a little fake as she continued with a pearly white smile, "The leaker of the photo says that Vil seemed extremely close with this person he was with. Now who exactly is this mysterious stranger? Their identity was uncovered, revealed to be a person by the name of (Y/n) (L/n)!"

When an image of your face came on screen, you nearly spat out your drink as you choked, "What the fu–"

The sudden noise from you had caught the attention of others around you. Almost immediately their eyes widened, some looking at the image beside the talking host and back at your face. Others bold enough to take out their cameras and start recording or snapping photos.

It appeared that one of Vil's super fans was even there, judging by the pin with his face on their bag and the smell of the perfume he last did an advertisement for. This particular fan got close, too close as she clutched her phone, obviously recording. "Oh my god, it's you! Are you really dating Vil? Seriously?"

By now all eyes and lenses in the cafe were on you as you awkwardly stood and gathered your things. "I, uh... I-I have to go." Without looking back, you sped out the door, nearly certain that some were still curiously following you.

When you looked at the huge screens over the Main Street of downtown, you saw your face and Vil's. As you walked, you swore people were looking, a crowd must've been forming behind you like a horde of zombies. No matter where you went, you could hear the talking hostess on phones in people's hands and small televisions in display windows.

As you heard those strangers behind you call your name, you refused to look back. When you felt their touch on your shoulder or feel them tug on your shirt, you felt your anxiety spike. Ripping yourself out of their grip, you increased your speed to a jog and ran into the closest store you saw.

As you looked around for a way out, someplace to hide, you spotted some changing rooms in the corner. Before those pursuers could find you, you made a beeline for the changing rooms and swiftly closed the curtains behind you. Lifting your feet off the ground to avoid being seen at all, you curled up on the small chair and went completely silent upon hearing more people enter the store. Thankfully, the changing rooms were very well hidden, so you should be safe for now.

Not even a second later, your phone began ringing. At first you were tempted to decline the call, already fearing that somehow those crazy host shows had gotten a hold of your number. But when you saw the smiling photo of a certain blonde man you set as his contact image, you immediately swiped up to answer the FaceTime call.

Vil's frazzled and alarmed face appeared on the screen. Before you could even say a word, he spoke in a slightly panicked tone, "My dear, are you alright?! Where are you at this very moment? The chauffeur has picked me up and we're on our way right now." So he just found out too.

When you informed him of your location and what had happened upon finding out, he appeared horrified that you had to hide in a changing room. Distantly you could hear him frustratingly tell the chauffeur, "I don't want to be there soon, I need to be there now!"

Vil could see you were obviously scared, and who wouldn't be after literally being chased by his fans? So he remained on the line, whispering sweet words of comfort as he attempted to remain calm for you. After a moment, he spoke again, "I'm going through a tunnel soon. I'm going to hang up, but once we're through, I'll call right back, do you understand? Whatever you do, do not check your social media accounts."

He hung up. You checked your social media accounts. You could only hope it was a bad dream, but your name being number one trending and your face on the day's top article, was enough to inform you that it was not some dream. Just a quick scroll and you could see users critiquing your appearance, many haters but also supporters in the midst. Your direct messages had +99 over them, meaning some of these strangers had even tried to directly contact you. You didn't have to be a genius to know that many of them were going to be harsh and unnecessary insults.

By the time the limousine arrived, many people had already left, but there were still the stragglers left behind. Stragglers which immediately took notice of the limousine pulling up and the familiar star emerging. Vil ignored them all, no matter if they approached or not, and went straight to the changing rooms where he fetched you. Instantly he embraced you, glad to see you safe. But the embrace did not last long. After all, you were still in the public eye, being followed and all. As of now, his priority was escorting you home and then he would deal with this.

Placing an arm around you, he guided you towards the car. He kept his head held high, appearing indifferent past his round sunglasses. But you knew better. You were hidden by the jacket he had wrapped around you, which you used to hide your face. Judging by the bright flashes, paparazzi had arrived on the scene, likely given a tip by one of your pursuers from earlier. These paparazzi would no doubt follow you and Vil all the way home. 

Your name on their tongues with their unfamiliar voices, the bright flashing lights, the bodies all around you trying to get closer, it all felt like too much. That was why you were grateful that Vil rushed to get you back to the limousine safe and sound, and immediately had the chauffeur drive off once you both were secure inside. 

Once the car took off, Vil embraced you again, tighter and for much longer. For now, you felt safe. Vil clutched you firmly as he murmured, “I apologize... I truly am so sorry for what you’ve gone through because of me.” Then, his voice became angry as he pulled away, but still held you by the shoulders as he assured, “This is unacceptable! They ruined everything...! They frightened you, they meddled into our private affairs, all of it is unforgivable! Judging by the view of the leaked image, it had to have been a staff member at the restaurant we dined at last night. I’ll see to it that whoever did it is ruined, and the company shall recompense us in some way. For now... please, depend on me. I apologize again, but I’ll do my very best to make things right.”

The night he gets you your very favorite drink and food, in order to comfort you. Anything you ask for at that time, is basically yours. He’s just so frightened, not because of the breach in privacy but he’s terrified that this’ll make you want to leave. It’s why he dedicates almost all his time and effort into silencing nasty rumors and gossips, or at least trying to. It’s impossible to really silence it. 

For the next few days, Vil sticks by your side like glue. If you don’t want to go anywhere, he stays beside you. If you allow it, he’ll take you to work with him. If and when you do go to work, he’ll demand a small staff and is very meticulous about how cameras are used. He’s sort of developed a small list of rules. No photographs of you without your permission, no speaking about the incident or news of the incident unless you bring it up, and be very very careful about what you say about his beloved. 

Now everyone and their mom seems to know about you. Its a huge deal, and everyone is talking about it. Some discussed your looks, others like fans were enraged and jealous that you were dating Vil, and there were those that supported you and were sympathetic. Everyone had an opinion. Although you didn’t read them, you were avoiding social media for your own sanity.

When you were leaving an airport with Vil from a recent flight, that was thankfully private, the welcome was not so private. The news was still relatively fresh, with many still attempting to squeeze out any piece of information. You were welcomed by crowds of Vil fans and curious onlookers, with paparazzi and camera men in the mix. The clicks of cameras and the people’s shouts were deafening. 

Vil had some guards that kept everyone else within an arm’s length away, but still, there were so many people... You clutched Vil’s arm tighter as he patted your knuckles with his other hand, noticing your distress and quickening his pace to get you to someplace you can relax. 

Abruptly, you heard running footsteps. When you turned around, you were stunned to see a girl had somehow wormed her way past some of the guards and nearly lunged at you or Vil. You weren’t sure who she was aiming for, if she wanted to attack you or cling to Vil. Just before she could grab either you or him, she was yanked back by guards. 

The blonde beside you appeared appalled and disgusted, but he never stopped moving. No, he only kept moving faster, letting airport security handle that one rabid fan as he continued to escort you to safety. But when he was finally behind closed doors, oh boy... 

Vil was absolutely livid. His fingers ran over your hair, checking you over for injuries, and smoothing down the wrinkles in your outfit. All of his actions were gentle in contrast to his harsh tone and enraged expression. “How dare they try to touch you...?! Those disgusting no-good--– They have no right! Someone as lowly as them, would only sully you! Right now we need more guards! I cannot risk you getting hurt! Who knows what she would’ve done? From now on, you will be accompanied by an entourage of a dozen bodyguards. I will continue to stick by you and protect you. I’m sorry, my dear, you do not deserve to go through this. You only deserve the best.” 

He gazed down at you through his lashes, his anger melting into regret. Damn it all, if only he had been more vigilant that night when the photograph was taken. If he had noticed, then none of this would be happening! “This will not break us apart, I will not allow it. You know I love you, despite all that’s happening and everything that is being said, right? I love you so much, so please be patient with me as I organize everything for your own wellbeing.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst writing #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #vil schoenheit #twst vil #yandere vil schoenheit #soft yan vil

[bonefall]

Do you have a top 5 dotc characters line-up? Just ones you like in general

"Top 5" is really more of a... "guys I hate the least" lineup. Characters whose treatment made me so angry it's become spite-love. It's bad in here. It's REALLY bad in here.

In no particular order, the characters I like in DOTC are,

Bumble Not JUST because of how dirty she was done, either. Bumble's amazing. She's confident, she's outgoing, she's funny! She's there for Turtle Tail when Gray Wing is treating her like shit, and friendly to every cat she meets, even when they're being dicks to her. She ALWAYS does the right thing in the end and has the best interests of her friends at heart. She's a GOOD PERSON! The ONE time she was ever ANGRY at anyone was when Turtle Tail just let her get dragged back to their wifebeater. She's only part of TWO books but she's the BEST character in the entire arc, hands down, above and beyond the rest of the cast. JUSTICE for Bumble!

Bright Stream She got fridged, killed in a shocking, gruesome way, with uncomfortable detail put on how the pregnant woman probably died slowly and was eaten alive, ripped to shreds by eagles... for Clear Sky's man pain. Clear Sky literally fucking broods in a moonbeam. All because Gray Wing tripped like an idiot in a horror movie. And it was a WASTE. Bright Stream IS INTERESTING ALL ON HER OWN. Gray Wing was downplaying Clear Sky emotionally pressuring her into leaving, dismissing him going "I HOPE YOUR HUNTING SUCKS SO YOU REALIZE YOU SHOULD FOLLOW ME" with a 'good humored flick of his tail,' thirsting over how attractive Bright Stream is and how lucky Clear Sky is to have her as a mate while Bright Stream is obviously feeling upset about how her shitty husband has been talking to her. And it's actually insulting how the writers never acknowledged this-- that Clear Sky has ALWAYS been manipulative. From BOOK ONE. And then she has these absolutely bizarre Angel Fetus Children that Gray Wing coos about on his death bed, because god for-fucking-bid a single scene go by that doesn't become Clear Sky-centric.

Snake This arc tries SO bad to make this fucking guy a villain. SO hard. They describe his stinky breath and his bad teeth and how icky and gross he is, and they make him kill Frost during Clear Sky's Murder Party as if I'm supposed to blame HIM instead of the ESTABLISHED MURDERER WHO ORDERED HIS MEN TO KILL EVERYONE. Then, they choose HIM to stand up against Clear Sky after he let a murderous evil tyrant into his group against all warnings. And they treat that like it's a bad thing. Like SNAKE is the one who's awful for TELLING CLEAR SKY TO SHOVE HIS HALFHEARTED APOLOGY UP HIS UGLY ASS They even make him follow One Eye's evil lackey in the next book, like they're trying to slander him in hindsight. "Oh nonono, ackshually, Snake wasn't principled at all. He wasn't making a point about how Clear Sky let One Eye into his group and that he's sick of following tyrants. DONT WORRY. THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO DON'T LIKE CLEAR SKY ARE EVIL :)" FUCK you. I'm going to stan Snake OUT OF SPITE.

Tall Shadow While I still can't stand what they did with her and Bumble... she's an interesting character and done SO DIRTY because the writers don't fucking respect women at all They chose to have her go through a "self-confidence arc" because everyone nonsensically HATES her and just wants Gray Wing to lead, where she has to choose taking care of her burn-victim brother over leading because her "emotions" are getting in the way, only to clear up once her family is fucking dead because the books KEEP INSISTING that women in particular can't be leaders if they have an important emotional connection. And THEN they have Shaded-fucking-Moss, her predecessor, descend from heaven after Clear Sky's Murder Party to tut-tut at her for killing someone after she was THROWN INTO A CROWD OF PEOPLE TRYING TO MURDER HER, because I'm DEAD serious, god forbid women do anything. Clear Sky's got a direct body count of 3 at this point, PLUS the indirect body count of a dozen people killed on his orders, but ACTUALLY Tall Shadow is the one who deserves the fucking scolding. INSANE. And YET. She remains a practical person. She's diplomatic when she can be, and harsh when she cannot. Against all common sense, she LISTENS to Gray Wing's AWFUL advice to do Just One More peaceful meeting where maybe THIS time sucking Clear Sky's toes will work, because she is fair. I cannot help but love her.

Milkweed I haven't gotten to her in my read-along yet but she's done so dirty, too. It makes me sick. She's revealed to be a friend of Misty and distrusts the Mountain Cats for, you know... stealing all the native cats' land and murdering her friend? But don't worry, Gray Wing's here to do Clear Sky Apologetics and convince her to go join his group. While there she gets verbally accosted by Leaf, a recurring background asshole, who says she's useless, her stupid babies are stealing his food, and that when she gets sick she's just keeping the whole camp awake with her coughing. So anyway, because the Erins LOVE domestic abuse, they get shipped together lmaoo. Normal book series.

Bumble, Bright Stream, Snake, Tall Shadow, Milkweed. I also have feelings about Wind Runner though, and what they did with her. But GOD, explaining my complicated thoughts on Wind Runner would take a long time. She is both a favorite and also a symbol of several huge problems in WC.

#Dotc hate #warrior cats analysis #bone babble

[dearestdaffodils]

Line Without A Hook

Inspired by Luke and Lorelai from Gilmore Girls

Steve opens a diner in Hawkins that you frequent. Grumpy meets sunshine and romance ensues

Steve Harrington was a quiet and brooding man. He owned (and lived above) the diner in the middle of town. The building had previously housed the Hawkins movie theater but had been sold when the Starcourt Mall opened. Steve was best known from the reputation he had garnered in high school. He was different now, brooding faces and flannels draped over his large frame were a stark change from the Steve you remember from high school.

You quickly became one of Steve’s regulars at the diner, joining the ranks of the Wheeler siblings, the Byers brothers, Dustin Henderson, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Jane Hopper, Robin Buckley, and occasionally Eddie Munson. The group was there daily, jostling each other for seats at the counter. They talked excitedly with each other, often eliciting a grunt or short sentence in response from Steve as he filled orders. You joined them at the counter on occasion, if someone was missing from the group that day. You enjoyed watching Steve in his element, wrapped in flannel with a rag over his left shoulder and a coffee pot in his right hand.

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The bell above the door jingles, signaling your arrival to Steve as you enter the diner and make your way to your usual window table. It was the perfect table in your opinion, with a window to look out and a close proximity to the counter.

A cup of coffee slides into your view, drawing your attention up to Steve as he carefully wipes his hands with a rag before throwing it back over his shoulder.

“We’ve certainly got this down to an art now, huh, Harrington?” You smile, setting your purse on the seat next to you.

Steve offers a soft grunt, nodding his head.

“Feeling extra monosyllabic today, I see.” You rest your elbow on the table, plopping your chin into your palm. A glance at the counter reveals a shocking lack of the group that usually fills the stools. “Where’s everyone today?”

Steve shrugs, reaching up to slide his baseball hat off his head and run a hand through his messy hair. “No clue, they’re usually here beating down my door by six.”

You quickly pick up your purse and coffee, swiftly moving to the closest stool. “Looks like you get me all to yourself today then.”

“Oh joy.” Steve gives you a sarcastic smile, moving behind the counter.

“Don’t act like you don’t love talking to me everyday.” You smile, taking a sip of your coffee. “I know it's the highlight of your day.”

Steve leans back against the wall, folding his arms over his broad chest. “You have no proof.”

“Maybe not but in…” You trail off, checking your watch. “Five minutes, you’ll be asking me about how my day was yesterday.”

“Don’t push your luck, Y/N. I can kick you out at any time.” Steve deadpans.

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“I know you’re closing soon…” You fling open the door to the diner, walking inside. “And there’s literally no one here… but I just need a single cup of coffee, preferably with alcohol in it.” You give Steve a pleading look, perching on a stool at the counter. “I’ll even pay extra if I have to.”

“Yeah right, you never have to pay for coffee, you know that.” Steve’s back is turned to you as he pours you a cup. “What’s the reasoning for a cup this late?”

You sigh, folding your arms over the counter. “A date from hell.”

Steve’s grip on the coffee cup tightens, his knuckles white as he hands it to you. “Elaborate?”

You blow a huff of air out through your lips, holding the coffee cup up to your mouth. “Men are just the worst. I mean, not you, obviously. But the men I date are the worst, at least. This one, not triple, but quadruple, booked himself for a date. So I’m sitting in the restaurant, having an okay time and then three other girls show up for the same date.”

Steve moves to wipe down the counter, glancing at you. “Wow.”

You nod, watching him. “That was my reaction too.” You sigh, setting the coffee cup down. “What about you? What’s the dating life of Steve Harrington like these days?”

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Non-existent.”

“Oh come on!” You frown in shock. “You had a new date every day in high school, I’m sure there’s still lots of girls beating down your door for a date.”

He shakes his head, pausing in his cleaning. “Not since we graduated. Went on a number of failed dates before giving up. Besides, I’ve got a business to run.”

You roll your eyes, looking at him. “Running a business should not stop you from dating. What are you looking for these days? I’m sure I could find someone to set you up with, I’m quite the matchmaker these days.”

“That won’t be necessary, I promise.” Steve grimaces, going back to cleaning.

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“Alright, Harrington! I’ve got the perfect girl for you.” You shout, barging into the diner and marching up to the counter.

“Hello to you too, Y/N.” Dustin chuckles.

“Shush, Henderson.” You huff. “I’m on a mission.”

“I told you not to set me up.” Steve grunts, taking plates to a couple tables.

“I know but I never do what you tell me to do.” You follow after him, standing close. “I found the perfect girl, I swear. She works with me at the inn and I think you’ll really like her.”

“I doubt it.” Steve moves away from you, going back behind the counter. “I don’t really date anymore.”

“That’s cause he likes-!” Max starts to say, turning to look at you.

“Shut it, Mayfield.” Steve grunts, shoving another plate of pie in front of her.

“You like someone?!?” You gasp, leaning up against the counter to look at him. “Tell me!”

“No way.” Steve frowns. “You don’t know me like that yet.”

“Steve, I have been coming here everyday for the last five years, I think I’m qualified to know you like that.” You look at him, doing your best to give him a pleading look.

“Absolutely not.” Steve grunts.

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You sigh, lifting the phone to your ear with a shaky hand.

“Hello?” Steve’s gruff voice travels through the speaker.

“Steve?” Your voice comes out small and shaky.

“Y/N?” You can almost hear Steve’s frown through the phone. “It’s late, why are you calling?”

“I… um… I was on my way home from a date and my car broke down so now I’m stuck.” You sigh, pulling your coat tighter around you as you shiver. “Can you come get me?”

“Yeah.” You can hear Steve getting up and moving around his apartment, opening and closing drawers. “Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“I’m sorry for waking you up.” You whisper. “I didn’t really know who else to call.”

“Hey…” Steve’s voice is soothing, softer than you’ve ever heard it. “I’m glad you called me, I’ll always come get you when you need me.”

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“Oh thank god!” You practically sob when you see the lights from Steve’s car, hurrying over to his window.

Steve carefully climbs out of his car, looking at you. “You okay?”

“Just cold.” You nod, shivering.

He nods, gently placing his hand on your lower back. “Get in the car.” He softly instructs, guiding you to the passenger door. “I’ll call a tow truck for your car in the morning.”

“Thank you, Steve.” You whisper, carefully opening the door.

Steve nods, giving you a small smile. “Don’t have to thank me.” He gently taps the passenger door, turning to walk back around to the driver side.

You gently grab his wrist, pulling him back. “Steve.”

He pauses, looking at you. His hair falls in his face without his usual baseball hat, the strands curling at the ends. “Yeah?” He whispers.

“Thank you.” You smile, leaning up to press your lips to his.

Steve’s hands quickly come up, cupping your cheeks as he pulls you into him.

You pull back after a moment, holding onto the car door between you and Steve. “Any chance I could get a cup of coffee and a night at your place?”

Steve chuckles, shaking his head. “You can get anything you want, if you keep kissing me like that.”

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#aidia.fic #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader

[flanaganfilm]

Could you describe your feelings on found footage? I remember you were very much against Oculus being FF (Which to be fair was the right move as it definitley wouldn't have worked) but is there any FF movies you like/would recommend?

Oh, absolutely. I love found footage, it can be a fantastic way to tell a story if done right. It just wasn't the right format for Oculus, because found footage has to represent objective reality, and that movie hinged on not being able to trust what we saw. But some of my favorite FF movies include (in no particular order): The Blair Witch Project (obviously) The Taking of Deborah Logan The Borderlands As Above So Below The Outwaters Incantation Paranormal Activity Chronicle Cloverfield Megan is Missing Creep Creep 2 REC The Poughkeepsie Tapes Hell House LLC Gonjiam: Haunted Asylum And have to mention the following pseudo-doc movies, which might have FF components but aren't entirely FF (but are entirely fantastic): The Last Broadcast Lake Mungo Ghostwatch

I'm certain I'm forgetting a ton but those are the ones that immediately jump to mind and I highly recommend them all.

#found footage #horror movies

[wheels-of-despair]

A Very Important Date Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: Evil Woman doesn't want to make a big deal out of her birthday. However, she's dating Eddie Munson, sooo… Contains: Smoking, Disney references, implied drug use, Eddie being a perfect nerd, and a typical annoying boy, birthday shenanigans, no projection whatsoever. Words: 1.3k

"What do you wanna do for your birthday?"

"You," you smirk, ending your staring contest with the cat lurking under Eddie's van to look for his reaction. You're on the couch on his porch together, enjoying the cool evening breeze. Your legs are draped across his lap.

"I mean, obviously," he puffs out his chest smugly, playing with the frayed knee of your jeans while he smokes. "But what else?"

You shrug. Eddie sighs.

"I'm not big on birthdays."

"Why not?"

You shrug again, and reach for his cigarette. He lets you take it, then crosses his arms and looks at you expectantly. You stall with a deep drag.

"My dad used to insist on parties," you exhale. "So he could show everyone what a great parent he was. While I was sitting off to the side, watching the clock, waiting for it to be over so everybody would go away and leave me the hell alone."

"That's fucked up," he observes, after a beat.

You shrug for a third time, take another drag, and pass the cancer stick back to him.

"I just wanna hang out with you. We don't even have to do anything. We can sit here and watch shitty horror movies."

"We do that every weekend," he says with a furrowed brow.

"And I love it," you assure him.

"What if I thought of something awesome?"

"If you're there, I'm up for anything." Damn that pretty pout of his.

He grins like The Grinch, and you feel your stomach sink. Oh god, what did you just agree to?

Three days before your birthday, you were lying on your bed and reading a magazine when Eddie walked in and dangled an envelope in front of your face. You reached for it, and he jerked it away. This little game repeated three times, until you gave him a light kick, and he finally dropped it. On your face. What a gentleman.

"Do I open this now, or…?" You scooch over to make room for the pain in your ass.

"Now." He flops on his back at the foot of your bed.

"Yes, dear," you deadpan as you open it and slide out… a list. "What's this?"

"Things you need to pack for this weekend." He laces his fingers behind his head, looking pleased with himself.

"Pajamas, toothbrush, swimsuit, hat… band-aids… a paperclip… a flashlight… a loaf of bread?! Eddie, what the hell is this?"

"I told you," he grins. "Things you need to pack."

"But--"

"Trust me, dammit!" he snaps.

"FINE!" you counter. You give his side a playful nudge with your foot, and he squawks.

"Oh, I'm sorry, was that your ticklish spot?"

"No!"

"Then you won't mind if I just…" You extend your foot toward him again, and he captures it.

"Behave, or you won't get the best birthday weekend ever."

"Weekend?"

"Wayne's going on a fishing trip with one of his buddies, so we've got the castle to ourselves until Sunday evening."

"Oh really?"

"Yes really." He lets your foot go, and crawls up to lie on his side next to you. "It's been cleared with the authorities. You're mine, woman."

"And I have no say in this?" you ask, turning your head toward him.

He clutches his heart in mock hurt, pokes out his bottom lip, and activates The Puppy Eyes. "You don't want to be with me? On your most special day? After all this planning I've done?"

You roll your eyes, then lie back on your pillow and close them. Before you know what hit you, you've got a giant nerd on top of you. "I asked you a questionnn." He drags out the last word as his hands glide down your arms… and grab your wrists. He pulls them above your head and holds them there, smirking above you. "Well?"

"What was the question?"

"Doesn't matter, I'm kidnapping you anyway." He nips at your neck playfully, and you squirm and laugh. And that was that.

On Friday after Hellfire, Eddie brought you home with him.

"Stay," he ordered with a point of his finger, before he'd even removed the keys from the ignition. You responded with a mock salute. He grabbed his keys and your bag and hopped out of the van, leaving you there while he scampered inside. You could see his shadow running around in the living room. It was quite entertaining, but the suspense was killing you.

Finally, he came back out to the van and opened your door.

"Oh, am I allowed to get out now?" you tease as you slide from the seat to the ground.

"Careful, girl, or we'll get started on that birthday spanking early."

"Feelin' brave tonight, boy?" You take a playful leap at him, and he jumps back with a yelp. And then he glares, because he fell for it. Dummy.

Quick as a flash, he bends down and hauls you over his shoulder. You squeak in surprise, and again when his hand comes down on your ass. He cackles and carries you inside, dumping you on the couch.

You stand and turn in a circle and take in the strange decorations he'd littered the living room with.

Construction paper flowers. Some of his favorite mugs on the table instead of hanging on the wall. A single yellow balloon tied to a lamp. Playing cards all over the floor… wait, were those decorations, or did he knock them over while he was trying to set up whatever this was?

He rocks on the balls of his feet while he watches you take it all in. Finally, you turn to him and ask: "What the hell?"

"Evil Woman in Wonderland. Duh."

And then you get it.

The flowers that were mean to Alice. The mugs instead of a tea set. The cards that were, in fact, a decoration and not an accident.

You laugh and walk to him, circling your arms around his middle in a hug. "I love it."

"This isn't it."

"It's not?"

"Nope," he grins. He must be playing the role of the Cheshire Cat. He takes you by the shoulders and points out the things you missed; like the loaf of bread you brought, as instructed, which he's taped construction paper wings to. "Bread and butterflies!" The yellow balloon tied to the lamp? "The sun is like a toy balloon." He's put googly eyes on the broom, and the other lamp, and several things in the kitchen, for good measure. He opens a Tupperware container full of cupcakes, which say things like "Eat Me" and "Happy B-Day" in brightly colored icing. ("Your mom helped," he informs you.)

When he's shown you all of his brilliant, creative ideas that you will never, ever be able to top, you turn to him in awe.

"Eddie, this is fucking incredible."

"Still not it."

"Seriously?! How is this not it?!"

Eddie reaches for his favorite stash box, which is hidden among the mugs on the coffee table. He gets down on one knee and takes a deep breath. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

"My Evilest Woman. Love of my life. My one and only." He slowly opens the lid, and you try to remember how to breathe.

"Will you ingest these illegal substances with me and watch Alice in Wonderland?" He shows you the contents of his stash box, and you burst out laughing.

"Is that a yes?"

"Absolutely, it is."

He snaps the box closed, stands up, and grins his Cheshire Cat grin again. You step closer and wrap your arms around his neck, dragging him down for a long kiss.

"Wait," you say, pulling back to look up at him in confusion. "What were the other things for? Flashlight? Paperclip?"

"Nothing," he laughs. "Just trying to keep you guessing."

"Well played, Munson," you admire, coming in for another kiss.

"Alright, you can jump my bones later, you horndog," he smirks, pulling away. "Let's get fucked up and go to Wonderland. It's already in the VCR."

"You are officially my favorite person in the entire fucking world."

"Tell me somethin' I don't know." God, you love him.

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #happy birthday to everyone who wants to be left alone <3

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Giving & Receiving

A Josh X Danny X Reader story.

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, Polyamorous couple, m/m, f/m, explicit sexual material, possessiveness, angst, pregnancy, breeding, asshole Danny, angelbaby Josh.

You'll laugh, you'll cry, and you'll get horny 😉

This can be read individually, but some things mentioned are referencing previous fics. The timeline is in order on my pinned post if you want to catch up.

Word Count: 7K+

You sat in the middle seat of the back of the rental truck conversing with Danny behind the wheel and Josh in the passenger seat. The three of you were on a trek from the airport to their hometown of Frankenmuth Michigan, travel had made you weary in the pre holiday bustle, but you were excited to meet your boys families. You knew the Kiszka's and the Wagner's were accepting of your relationship and that helped to calm your nerves.

Danny made the final turn off the highway and into the eccentric little Bavarian town of Frankenmuth. You stared in awe out the window as you saw snow covered shops adorned with Christmas lights, fully ready for the season as we were just a few days away from Thanksgiving. 

A series of text messages came up on the screen that is connected to Danny's phone interrupting the playlist you had been listening to.

"Oh, it looks like my sister is demanding that I get dinner with her tonight. She says it's urgent that we catch up." Danny said with a chuckle," Is that okay with you guys?" He asked, peering over his shoulder between you and Josh.

"Of course it's okay babe, go hang out with her. Don't worry about us. Just have a fun time." You said reaching out and touching his shoulder. Nodding your head towards Josh," I'm sure his family will keep us plenty entertained."

Danny let out a curt laugh, knowing all too well that you were correct, before tapping the message reply button on the screen," Sounds great! We're just getting into town now. Be at Mom and Dad's in about 30. "

Danny pulled the truck into a gravel driveway a little ways out of town. White string lights were wrapped around the wooden porch, along with a lit garland hung above the red front door. A light blanket of snow covering the rooftop visible in the dwindling light. Josh's childhood home looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. 

Josh turned around to face you in his seat, " Welcome to the Kiszka household." A goofy grin spread on his face.

Quickly he jumped out of the truck and opened the door for you as Danny went to the bed and started unloading your suitcases. The three of you followed the pathway up to the front door, snow crunching under your shoes. Josh found the correct key on his keychain and unlocked the front door, " Mom! We're here!" He called into the foyer. Josh slid his vans off and disappeared down the hallway leaving you not knowing where to go and Danny with the suitcases. 

You heard a woman's voice call out," All of my boys under one roof again!"

You turned to Danny and gave him a timid smile, your nerves amping up. 

You heard the same voice ask," Where's Danny and Y/N?"

You followed Danny further into the house, holding onto the hem of his sweater.

You found them in the kitchen, a woman with grey hair embraced Danny first, squeezing her arms around him and swaying him back and forth despite being almost half his height. After welcoming Daniel she turned to you," And you must be Y/N. I'm Karen, it's so nice to finally meet you. I'm so happy that you make my baby happy." She turns her head towards Danny," I'm happy that you both do."

Danny told her that he was just dropping off his things and that he'll be back later this evening, he gave you and Josh a quick kiss goodbye before making his way back through the house.

Jake and Sam make their way down the steps as Karen puts a hot mug of coffee in front of you and Josh. Jake dramatically flops down on the kitchen chair next to Josh, obviously comfortable in his mother's home. 

"Just so you know, I've already claimed our room so you guys can stay on the pull out couch in the basement." 

Sam chimes in," Yeah, keep you far away from the rest of us so we don't have to hear-"

" Samuel, for the love of God, and your mother's sanity, don't finish that sentence." Karen interrupts while adding cream to her cup of coffee.

" Okay! Okay. But Joshisloud!" Sam rushed out, eager to embarrass his older brother.

"Jesus Christ Sam!" Josh exclaims cheeks reddening.

Karen takes a sip of her coffee," That's definitely something I didn't need to know."

Josh gets up from the kitchen table," On that note, I'm going to take our suitcases downstairs."

You stand to join him, grabbing your bags and following him to the doorway near the steps. He opens the basement door and clicks on the light as you follow him down the carpeted stairs. Thankfully the basement is finished and warm. You look around the room noting the posters of musicians, bands, and Greta Van Fleet. There are a few instruments in stands in one corner and amplifiers in the other. Across from a big thick flat screen TV, clearly the latest technology from the 2000s, sat a large comfortable looking sofa. Josh set the suitcases down near the amps and went over to the couch easily and successfully flipping it out into a pull out bed. He must have done it thousands of times over the years. Your eyes followed him over to a closet you hadn't yet noticed and he pulled out pillows and blankets and a large comforter. He plopped the linens onto the bed and you grabbed the sheets helping him make up the bed. 

"You know sweetie, I'm not the only one who has a set of lungs," Josh said, fluffing the pillow in his hands," you're not so good at being quiet either."

He set the pillow down grabbing the next one to fluff. " You're probably going to need to bite down on something, aren't you baby?"

A blush crept onto your face," Oh? So you think we're having sex in your parents house? What makes you so sure?"

Josh comes around to your side of the bed and wraps his arms around your waist, his hands sliding down to grip your ass," We'll, for one I find you absolutely irresistible." He nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his plush lips leaving wet kisses making your heart beat faster and a pulse form in between your legs. 

A choked moan slips out between your lips," And for two?"

He drags his tongue across the sensitive skin right below your ear lobe. 

He rasps in your ear," I can't think of another reason right now baby. Please just let me have you. I haven't had you to myself in so long. Please?"

Nodding your head, your hands find the button on his pants. He lets you fumble for a moment in your haste before he pops the button open for you. Eagerly you slide the zipper down and push the fabric down his hips revealing his already hard cock. He quickly steps out of his clothes and grabs at the spandex fabric of your leggings at your hips, fluidly pulling them from your body. Keeping your tops on to accentuate the haste of your quickie. 

"Gonna have to be quick baby, lay down on the edge of the bed, on your back. I need to taste you." He tells you, guiding you back onto the springy mattress. It creaks under your weight, and your eyes widen knowing that even if the both of you keep quiet, the mattress will surely give you away. 

Josh drops to his knees and pushes your legs wide, spreading you out for him to feast upon. 

You watch his eyes darken as they study your dripping core. 

"All for me lover?" A smirk adorns his mouth. Knowing his words have a double meaning tonight.

"Yeah Joshy, all for you- oh!" You suck in a breath as his warm tongue laps through your folds. You lean back further down onto your elbows and you groan. Josh disconnects from your heat and sits up. His hair is a little wild, and his eyes glassy. He simply raises a single finger in front of his mouth that's glistening from your arousal in the low light as if to shush you. You mutter a soft sorry and he dives back down in between your legs. Taking a grounding deep breath as you lay the rest of the way back onto the mattress and he continues to devour you. The knot in your stomach is quickly getting ready to snap, Josh continues to moan into your heat sending vibrations through your clit. In your haze you notice his arm moving and you realize that he can't help but touch himself as his face is buried in your pussy. You knot your fingers in his curls and yank his head up, and he lets out a pitchy whine," Josh, please, just fuck me already. I need it."

" Okay. Yeah, uh. Here stand up and lean down onto the bed to brace yourself. Hopefully it won't squeak too much." He says as you stand in front of him, he pushes you roughly in between the shoulder blades down towards the mattress. Josh grips his painfully hard cock in his hand and runs the velvety head through your wetness. Simultaneously you both groan at the feeling. After a bit of teasing he finds your entrance and slowly eases in, inch by inch letting you feel all of him. 

A sigh erupts from his chest.

" Pussy's so tight." Josh mutters through gritted teeth.

His hips find a pace just brutal enough to make you squirm, and the knot in your stomach tightens.

"Josh, I'm close." You pant. 

He runs the palm of his hand down your spine," I know baby, I can feel it. Let it go, I've got you. I promise I've got you."

"Josh!" You cry into the pillow at your face.

"Cum Y/N."

Your eyes roll back into your skull as the waves of pleasure crash upon your body. 

" There you go baby, such a good girl. So beautiful. So perfect." He whispers, continuing to fuck you through it. 

As you recover from your orgasm Josh begins to chase his own, his hands find purchase on your hips. His dull nails digging into the sensitive flesh. 

" Your pussys so perfect Y/N. Fuck, let me make it mine baby." He weaves his hand into your hair and pulls you up against his chest. He growls into your ear," Who's pussy is it baby?"

" Yours"

"That's right. Mine. Take it baby, let me fill you up. Fuck, fuck here you go."

You wail loudly and his hand flies to your mouth, successfully shutting you up. You bite down on the fleshy part of his hand in between his thumb and pointer finger, screaming into his palm. 

His hips stutter and you feel his warmth coat your insides. You stand there for a moment enjoying the sensation.

Exhausted you flop onto the mattress in front of you. Your legs turned to jelly. 

Catching his breath he leans down and grabs his underwear out of his pants and runs the soft fabric between your legs cleaning up the mess he made there. 

" I'm going to be honest, I'm not really sure how quiet we were." He chuckles heading over to his suitcase to grab out clothes to change into after a shower. 

"Come on baby, let's gather your things so we can shower and then relax." Josh says kissing your hair. 

You muster enough energy to slowly wander to your suitcase and open it up reaching for your sweats. You also open up your toiletry bag to grab your shampoo and body wash. That's when you notice something. A handful of tampons sit inside next to your travel size deodorant. You should be nearing the end of your period, and you haven't even started it yet. 

"Josh" you whisper.

"Yeah?" He asks rifling through his own toiletry bag hands full of hair products.

"I'm late. My period. It's late." 

Your hands start to shake as your mind runs a mile a minute.

Josh drops the things in his hands back into his suitcase and pulls you into his lap," Hey, hey. It's okay. You're okay. We're okay. There could be many reasons why it's late." His hand runs soothing circles over your back. 

Tears threaten to spill over," But what if I am pregnant. Then what? I've been fucking two different men for months."

He holds you a bit tighter," Then you are. I've got you Y/N. I love you so much, and whatever you decide, if you need to decide anything, I'll be here. I'm not going anywhere okay?"

In a quiet voice you weren't sure he could even hear," but what if it isn't yours."

He takes a deep breath that sways you in his lap," Then it's my lovers. I think either outcome is a beautiful thing. I could biologically be a father, or I could be a father figure to the baby made by a person I have loved for most of my life. If you're even pregnant of course. Either way sweetie, you're stuck with me."

The tears that were threatening to spill finally run down your cheeks. A bit of relief floods your chest," Joshua, I love you so much."

He presses his lips to yours in a needy emotion filled kiss. He leans his forehead against yours," Let's go upstairs and get cleaned up."

You both quietly gather your things and make your way upstairs up both flights of stairs to the Kiszka kids childhood bathroom. You set your things on the countertop as Josh turns the shower on. He abruptly squats down and rummages through the cabinet underneath the sink, way in the back.

He leans back out with a rectangular pink box in his hand, he inspects the package for the expiration date and finds it still good.

"Here. I thought I might find one in here." He hands you the target brand pregnancy test. You look at him with confusion on your face. "Lilly had a scare sometime last year when we were visiting. She asked me to take her to Target so she could get a test and not alarm Jake, and I remembered she bought a ton of them to be sure."

You read the print on the package, the words early detection jumping out at you. 

" I should just take it shouldn't I."

Josh offers you a soft smile in response, letting you make the decision. 

You sigh and start opening the package, careful not to rip the instructions on the box.

"Do you want me to stay in here with you?" He asks from his spot on the floor. You nod, reading the instructions and uncapping the test, mentally preparing yourself to pee on a stick. 

After doing the deed so to speak you set the test down on the countertop and finish stripping your clothes getting ready to get into the shower knowing that the last thing you can do is sit and just wait for the results. Wordlessly Josh follows you into the hot stream of water. He grabs your body wash and squeezes some into his hand, lathering your body. He runs his hands down your arms and across your chest cupping your breasts, before sliding his soapy hands down your stomach. With his front pressed against your back, his hands caress your stomach.

Softly he murmurs," You know you'd look stunning pregnant. A goddess really. I'd worship you."

You bring your hand to intertwine your fingers with his, still pressed against your stomach.

He finishes washing your bodies and he turns the water off before wrapping you in a towel. 

"Are you ready to find out?" He walks over to where you put the test on the counter.

"As ready as I'll ever be."

You lean into his side as he flips the test over so you both can see the results at the same time.

Pregnant.

You realize that this is a happy thing. You are in the most healthy relationship you've ever been in with two amazing men who love so fiercely. 

" I can't wait to tell Danny."

Visions of Danny circling you in his arms and kissing both you and Josh, with joy radiating off of him fill your head. 

Josh wraps you up in his arms kissing you with so much passion and love it steals your breath away.

"Fuck, I'm so happy Y/N. So happy."

"A baby." You breathe.

"A baby."

You can't help the smile on your face as you grab your sweats and put them on, Josh eyeing you carefully as he gets dressed himself. He lowers himself to his knees in front of you for the second time tonight. This time for a very different reason, he pushes up the oversized sweatshirt you have on to expose your stomach before laying light kisses on your skin. He murmurs, I'm your Daddy in between kisses and you feel your heart swell. You slide your fingers against his scalp scratching softly as he continues talking to your stomach. 

After a moment your empty stomach growls interrupting him, he turns his attention to your face," Let's get you two something to eat, huh?" He asks, rising to his feet again before turning towards the door.

"Babe? Can we tell Danny first before the rest of your family? He deserves to know next. "

" My thoughts exactly."

You pack your stuff, including the test and the packaging, back into your toiletry bag and take it with you back downstairs. Once you descend the stairs and wind your way into the living room you spot Jake snuggled on the couch watching a movie by himself. He lifts his arm up, out from under the blanket and wiggles around the weed cart he has in his hand," Welcome to the party."

Josh grabs it from his hand and sits down next to him taking a long pull from the vape. He pulls you down onto his lap, his hands circling your waist and resting on your lower stomach as you get comfortable nestling in halfway on his legs and halfway on the couch in between the two men. He slowly exhales the pale grey smoke waving it away from your face to no avail. 

"Sorry! Sorry!" He apologized in between coughs. 

"Blow it upwards you dick! Smokin her out" Jake laughs, plucking the pen from his brother's hand before taking another hit, " Do you want?" He asks extending it to you. 

"Oh no, I'm okay right now. Thank you."

"Okay, just grab it if you want it." Jake says, making Josh snort and laugh.

"You fucker, I didn't mean it like that!" Jake giggling in between his words. 

You roll your eyes getting up off of Josh's lap," I'm going to go raid your kitchen."

"Ah! Mom plated up leftovers for you guys, she said it's on the middle shelf in the fridge." Jake tells you as you wander into the kitchen. 

After taking the first plate of food out of the microwave you begin to heat up the second one, when you hear bare feet pad into the kitchen. You turn your head to find Jake wrapped in his blanket from the couch heading towards the pantry.

"I'm fuckin starving," he says in an awful British accent reaching for the tub of cheese balls.

You laugh as he struggles to pour them into a bowl without spilling them on the counter," How high are you?"

He looks up a you with a grin and droopy eyes," I'm pretty fuckin high babe"

You then hear the front door open and the shuffling of a coat and shoes being discarded. Danny comes traipsing into the kitchen " Hi baby! Hi Jakey!" He says with a slur coming over to envelope both of you into a hug and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. You can't help the feeling of disappointment as you realize that he isn't sober enough to hear the news you can't wait to tell him. 

"Did you have a good time with your sister?" You ask him muffled by the fabric of his sweater. 

He releases both of you from his hug," We had such a great time! I told her all about you and Josh of course, but she knows him already. She needed to see me because she wanted to tell me first, she got engaged last night!" Danny has a proud smile on his face, happy for his sister.

"Oh that's amazing! I'm excited to meet her." You tell him genuinely.

Danny occupies himself with getting a glass of water. You make your way back to Josh on the couch, you softly say," He's too drunk to tell him tonight." 

"It's okay love, we can tell him tomorrow."

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You stir awake, back aching from the shitty mattress, you go to sit up but you realize you are pinned there by Josh. His arm is draped over your body with his hand splayed over your stomach, his subconscious protecting you and the little clump of cells from the outside world. Slowly you pry his arm off of your body causing him to rise from his slumber. You take the opportunity to sit up in bed as he groggily utters a " Good morning baby." 

Danny wakes too, greeting you with," Good morning loves." As he leans down to kiss your lips before reaching over your lap to brush his lips with Josh's. 

" Did you have a nice time last night?" Danny asks alert and ready to go without a drop of caffeine in his system. 

You grasp his large hand in your own before opening your mouth ready to start telling him the news, when you hear the basement door open.

"Knock knock! Are you guys decent?" Karen asks slowly descending down the steps.

The three of you reply yes in unison. 

She peeks her head around the banister and tells you that we need to get ready because breakfast is almost done. Once she goes back upstairs you all put on comfy clothes ready to eat some homemade cooking. Danny reaches his hand out to open the door when you speak up," Danny, I have a surprise for you after we're done with breakfast. Maybe we can all head out to the porch?"

He throws a crooked smile your way," Ooh a surprise? Sure babe. Can't wait."

The three of you work your way into the kitchen and you're incredibly impressed with the spread of food on the table that Josh's mom has prepared. There's pancakes and eggs, sausage links and fresh cut fruit. It looks like something out of a movie. 

" Karen, I can't believe you made all of this for us. Especially since you're cooking Thanksgiving dinner tonight too. Thank you so much." You tell her genuinely, taking a seat down at the kitchen table. 

"Oh it was no problem, I made Jake help so I didn't do all of it myself." She said with a wink.

" Well, seriously, thank you."

Nerves invaded your stomach as you picked at the food on your plate. You were thrumming with excitement as you continued to picture the little family you had unexpectedly made. How there would be so much love in your house, how happy Josh's parents would be, and you were sure Danny's would be ecstatic as well to have a grandchild. 

Once you saw that they had stopped munching you decided to gather the plates and put them in the sink as Josh's father Kelly told you that guests don't wash dishes. 

You placed your hands on Danny's shoulders and leaned your face down next to his ear," Are you ready for the surprise?"

"Yeah! Let's go." Danny led the way to the porch grabbing your jackets on the way out. 

Zipping up his coat he asks," Josh, do you know what it is?"

" I do." He said pulling the sleeves down over his fingertips. 

You motioned for him to sit on the wicker chair, Danny clasped his hands in front of his body and smiled up at you eagerly. 

You let out a shaky breath, wringing your fingers together trying to settle your shaking hands,"Okay, Danny. Baby. While you were out last night with your sister I uh." Your voice faltered and you looked down at your hands," I discovered that I'm pregnant." 

You looked up from your palms and at Daniel's face. You were met with furrowed brows instead of the warmth and joy you were expecting.

"What?" He rises from the chair," What do you mean you're pregnant? Is this a joke?"

' I - It's not a joke Danny. I have the positive test in my suitcase if you need to see it."

" How did you let this happen? This is your fault. What the fuck!" Danny spits. 

"I-" the trembling in your hands increases tenfold.

Josh quickly comes to stand between you and Daniel," Excuse me?! Her fault? Are you fucking kidding me? You can't be serious Daniel. We haven't been careful and you know it."

" Of course it's her fault, she's the one taking the birth control pills. She probably missed one or something!" 

Josh clenches his jaw hard," No, no. You're not getting out of taking responsibility for this. You accepted the risks and consequences as soon as you stuck your dick in her! Jesus Christ,I can't believe we're having this discussion. We thought you would be as happy as I was Daniel!"  Josh's voice is rising in volume.

Danny tangles his fingers in his hair, pushing back from his face, he lets out a breath of air from his lungs," I can't do this right now, I've gotta go." And he quickly descends down the porch steps.

Josh calls after him, following him into the yard," Danny! Danny just wait. Daniel, hold on!"

You hear the front door open and Jake asks," What's happening? I heard Josh yelling."

You turn to look at him with tears threatening to spill over at any second.

Jake quickly pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms tightly around you," Babe, what happened? Talk to me."

You hear the rental truck start and peel out of the driveway, the sound telling you that Danny is in fact leaving.

The tears start flowing as you hiccup your words into Jake's chest," I - I found out that I- I'm pregnant. Josh is so happy, and- and Danny, well he reacted like that."

"Oh honey." He gently rubs your back.

Jake's genuine niceness and care for his twins partner makes you cry harder.

You hear Josh's footsteps creak up the wooden porch steps," I really thought he would have been happy." You can hear the hurt in his voice.

You try to calm down the best you can and you look Jake in the eyes, hoping he has an answer, " How do I know he's going to come back?"

" You don't, but we can hope he does."

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You spend the rest of the afternoon sandwiched on the couch in between the twins watching holiday movies. Karen wouldn't let you help her prepare the meal, so you laid around with them. Both boys kept your mug full of hot tea, Josh was careful to only give you the ones that were caffeine free as he read online that too much caffeine isn't good while pregnant. 

You snaked your hand into Josh's and squeezed it," I love you."

"I love you too, you know I am still really excited right?"

"I do."

Jake places his hand on your knee and gives a gentle squeeze in reassurance. 

Josh's mom comes over to the couch, her apron covered in various ingredients from slaving away over the meal she was making for her family.

" Honey, when's Daniel coming back? Dinner will be ready in an hour, we decided to do Thanksgiving dinner today so he could come here and you guys could go to Lori's tomorrow for their dinner. Us moms had it all planned out."

You clench your jaw at the mention of his name, not ready to spill your tears and your drama over the holiday cheer.

"Um I'm not-" the doorbell rings interrupting Josh's reply.

"Hold on baby." She extends her pointer finger out signaling him to wait while she checks the front door.

You hear the door open up and his mom greets whoever was there, and then you hear his voice," Sorry I was gone so long, I couldn't find this anywhere!"

Danny was back.

"Oh a pumpkin pie, perfect! Thank you sweetie." 

Danny wanders over to where you are sitting on the couch," Hey. Um. Can we go talk downstairs?" His eyes pleading with you both.

Wordlessly you get up from the couch, knocking into his shoulder with yours as you make your way down to the basement. As soon as his feet hit the landing apologies are spewing from his mouth.

" I'm so, so, fucking sorry. I totally freaked out. I'm embarrassed with how I reacted, I'm sorry I blamed you. You're not to blame Y/N, it's as much mine and Josh's doing as yours. I understand it wasn't on purpose." He turns to Josh, " I'm sorry I reacted so poorly. I'm sorry I wasn't as excited as you were. I'm sorry that I let you down and hurt your feelings as much as hers."

Tears start streaming down both Josh and your cheeks, " We were so excited Daniel. We were fully prepared to love this unconventional family, and be surrounded by love. And the way you acted comparatively makes me wish I knew it was Josh's baby."

Danny's face screws up in hurt," I can't believe you just said that to me Y/N. That fuckin hurts." He points to the center of his chest. 

"How do you think she felt when you told her you can't do this,and you got in the car and left. I ran after you, begging you to not go, and you did. Jake was basically supporting her whole weight as she cried into his chest while you ran away." Josh says pointedly. 

"I can't take it back. And I feel like shit about it. I feel like scum. But I did think about it, and I came back to you."

You sniffled,"Okay?!"

" I talked about it with my sister, and she pretty much yelled at me the way you guys are. And I deserve it. She made me really sit and think about it, about the future, about our end game, because I love the both of you so much. I think eventually our future would have babies in it, and maybe a dog or something. The three of us and the manifestations of our love. I just didn't realize that maybe the next chapter of our story happens so soon. But I want it. I want you, Y/N …Josh, and the little baby we made." Daniel explains. 

You nodded at him and agreed, the love you have for him is strong,but you can't help feeling the sting from this morning. He tarnished the memory, which should have been happy, something to revisit in your mind. But now it won't be. 

"Are we okay?" Danny asks.

" Yeah, we're okay, right Josh?"

"Yeah"

Danny scoops the both of you in his arms, and covers you with needy kisses. 

" I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have this." He croaks, tears finally falling. 

You give him a soft smile." I think that we should head upstairs, dinner should be just about ready."

You walk back into the kitchen to be met with an even more extravagant spread of food than what was presented earlier. Turkey and every side dish imaginable was laid out on the countertops.

You looked at Josh, mouth agape," Is it like this every year?"

He grins, tooth gap on full display," It is! I'm pretty sure cooking is her love language."

" This is incredible," you call to his mom and thank her yet again.

"Y/N honey, you really don't have to thank me every time! I love to do it. Okay, everyone grab a plate!"

Everyone started heaping food onto their plates, and Jake caught up to you at the roast potatoes. He softly asked," Everything okay?"

"Yeah I think it will be." You replied, scooping a helping onto his plate and yours.

You sat in between your loves at the family table, eating and conversing, having a wonderful time at the Kiszka house. As the evening went on you couldn't help but battle the internal feeling of wanting to build an invisible wall between you and Danny. Your instincts tell you to lean into Josh and his unwavering love, but you know that wouldn't be fair. Danny deserves a chance. 

After dinner and the pie that Daniel brought, everyone retired to the living room, and you were treated to Christmas carols Greta Van Fleet style. You loved seeing them play in such an intimate setting, lounging around in comfy clothes scattered on the floor and surrounding couches. All of them taking turns singing and switching instruments, you really started to feel the holiday magic. You realized your life was being weaved tightly into theirs. You once again let your imagination run wild and you thought about what next Thanksgiving could look like. Josh's parents cooing over their grandson, Uncle Jake and Uncle Sam holding their niece, showing her the Christmas tree lights that were already up. Your heart felt so full. You thought about your son having Danny's sharp jawline, or your daughter having an identical gap in her front teeth, just like Josh. You knew for sure your baby would have either man's deep brown eyes.

After a bit you found your eyes getting heavy.

" Getting sleepy babe?" Danny asked, running his hand down the length of your blanket covered leg.

"Actually I am. Had a long day."

 Him knowing about the emotional rollercoaster you've had," Let's head to bed then huh. Are you coming with us Joshy?"

Josh put the guitar he was messing with back in the case," Yeah I'm pretty beat. Night all."

A chorus of good nites came from the remaining of the Kiszka clan. 

The three of you descended the basement stairs to go to bed for the final time this trip.

You snuggled up under the comforter in the uncomfortable mattress with your arms out making grabby hands at your lovers. Josh slid into bed on your right and Danny on your left. Josh kissed your cheek and almost instinctively slid his hand down to your lower stomach resting it over your womb.

"Can I?" Danny asked, motioning to your stomach.

You smiled and nodded as Josh intertwined their fingers and rested them on your tummy once again. Danny tested his chin against your shoulder and murmured," I'm really so sorry. I want to be a good Dad."

You felt your heart squeeze in your chest at his confession. 

"You will be Danny " Josh said with his head propped up in his hand.

" We have a lot to live up to. Our dads are the best. I mean we wouldn't have gone anywhere without their support. We'd still be playing in shitty bars." 

Josh lets out a chuckle and unlaces his fingers from Danny's, and he runs his fingertips across your skin. Goosebumps form under his touch, he traces his fingers up and underneath your breasts that are hidden underneath your oversized t-shirt. 

" Feels nice."

" I know…. I can't wait to see your breasts heavy and your stomach swollen."

You inhaled shakily.

Danny speaks up, his voice low," He's right babydoll. You're going to look so fuckin sexy." He leans over and traps you under his upper body, his face hovering right above yours," Everyone's going to know that you belong to us."

Josh growls in your ear," Little girl always begging us to fill her up. Cum inside that pretty pussy. So much so that we knocked her up. Such a slut for it."

You let out a pathetic whine, you felt like you were prey under a predator's gaze. 

"Keep talking." You breathed. You could feel your body becoming more and more turned on. Your nipples were hardening and the slick between your legs was becoming noticeable.

Danny pulled your shirt off and flicked your nipple with his tongue," I can't wait to see your tits big and round and leaking milk."

Josh slid his hand between your legs, cupping your heat. Shamelessly you grinded up into his hand searching for friction.

" You know sweetie, I never realized how breedable you are."

Your eyes roll back in your head and your hips buck into his hand. They were scratching an itch in your brain that you didn't even realize needed to be scratched. 

Danny leaned down and nipped at your neck, surely leaving little marks,"Ooh, she liked that Josh."

Josh chuckles darkly," Yeah? I'm sure you did. Babydoll likes knowing that I'd pump her full and knock her up again and again because she looks like a fertility goddess."

"I need it."

"What do you need, pretty girl. Need our cocks?" Danny said, grinding his hard length against your stomach.

"Please"

You were a whiny mess and they hadn't even properly touched you yet.

"I think I should spoil your pretty pussy first. Lick up your sweetness."

Danny made his way down your body leaving burning hot kisses on your skin. Once he situated himself above your core he wrapped his lips around your clit, holding her safely in his mouth. He lapped up your juice like he was dying of thirst. His tongue licking and swirling and making a mess of you.

" Fuck honey, your dripping off of my chin." 

A single drop of arousal dripped from the tip of his chin back down to your folds.

Danny dove back in groaning as he made contact with your sopping wetness. Josh grabbed onto Danny's locks and yanked his head up and began licking his mouth and chin, eager to taste you on his lips. Danny rose to his knees and turned his body towards Josh's, needing to make contact with his lover's body. They pressed their chests together as their hands wandered, lips locked together.

"I love you, God let's demolish her." Danny panted in between needy kisses as he grinded his length against Josh's.

"I know you want to, but remember she's a little fragile now. Gotta be nice to her." Josh pushed his hips against Danny's sliding his aching cock against Danny's while anchoring himself to him by his palm on his cheek.

"I'll be nice to her, I promise. Be a good boy." He whispered while nuzzling into Josh's palm.

"Go spoil her baby." 

Danny came to rest in between your legs and Josh sat near your head. He leaned down to kiss your forehead as he grabbed his leaking cock in his hand loosely pumping it.

Danny grabbed his own cock and ran the head through your folds gathering your wetness. You spread your legs wider for him to entice him to nudge into your entrance. You were desperate to feel full of him. You whined and pouted as he circled his tip around your entrance, teasing you.

"What? Do you want it?" Danny pressed himself against you, dipping just the tip inside.

" Does my babydoll want Daddy's cock to stretch her out and fill her up?" He pushed in a little bit further before pulling out yet again.

"For fucks sake Danny just fuck me!"

"Sssshhshhshhh, can't be too loud." Josh reprimanded you. His hand working himself with a bit more purpose. Danny took the opportunity to slide himself deep within you, making you groan. Loudly.

"Looks like I've gotta shut you up." Josh rose to his knees and tapped the sticky head of his cock on your lips signaling you to open your mouth for him. He immediately started fucking your mouth unable to hold himself back anymore. You started moaning when Danny angled himself in such a way that had him grinding against your clit with every thrust. He was pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. 

"Fuck your close, I can feel it. Your pussy keeps clenching around me." Danny mutters through clenched teeth.

You wailed around Josh's cock as you soaked Danny's. Pleasure coming in waves over you.

"Fuck, I'm cumming. I'm gonna fuck it in deep." Danny said into the crook of your neck and he gave you a few last powerful thrusts before feeling his hot cum spurt inside you.

Josh pulled himself from your mouth," Do you think you can take me too sweetie? Not too tired right?"

" No, not too tired, I need all of your love."

"Come ride me then, I want to watch your tits bounce."

You climbed into Josh's lap, gravity making Danny's cum drip from your entrance while you got into position to sit on Josh's cock. Slowly you lowered yourself down until you were fully seated and he was twitching against your cervix. Josh cups his hands around your breasts, thumbing your nipples. You clench around him at the sensation making him curse. 

"I'm not gonna last long." He whimpers, leaning his head back exposing his neck. Gently you start bouncing in his lap, grinding his cock deep inside you against the spots that make you see stars. After a little you feel a stronger full body orgasm take hold of you, your body shaking and writhing in Josh's lap. Your brain buzzes as your body tingles. Josh grasps onto your hips hard and starts thrusting up wildly into your oversensitive cunt. He whines as you feel his hot load flood into your already full cunt. His cum oozing out of where you two are connected with nowhere else for it to go.

Gingerly you get off of him and lay down next to him. You watch Danny give Josh a quick peck on the lips before he licks the cum off of Josh's spent cock. Josh's jaw hangs slack as he watches, if he could get hard he would.

"Fuck, that's hot."

"We all taste so good together." He quickly slides Josh's half hard member into his mouth slurping it clean.

" Let me clean you up too." Danny says crawling in between your legs.

"Wait! Leave her full and messy."

Danny nods and lays down in between you and Josh. Groggily you play with his curls, you feel whole. You were excited for the journey ahead, you knew you were in the most capable hands. Both men are so full of love, they just need to shower you in it. The baby in your belly is going to be born into the most beautiful amazing life full of music and art and most of all love. You run your fingers across both of their chests capturing their attention.

"I love you, doesn't even begin to express how I feel for you, the both of you. I'm so fucking lucky."

Fin.

Tagging my friend because you're gonna want to read it ❤️ @lipstickitty

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[sgiandubh]

Far away and long ago

One thing leading to another, I tried to watch A Princess for Christmas yesterday, prompted by my Peleș/Pelișor Anon answer and I have to say I am grinning as I write this post: it is, after all, a Hallmark movie, isn't it?

Maybe if I were drunk and/or in good company, it would have been easier. I was neither, so it was unwatchable. Even with the bits of personal nostalgia, knowing very well all the sets they used: from the two castles in Sinaia, to the Știrbei (princely) House private chapel in Buftea, to the Bragadiru Palace in Bucharest they obviously used for that ball. I finished skimming on fast forward for S and howled at this bit of Imdb trivia, I believe with all my heart to be wishful thinking:

Not only I do not believe ever seeing/hearing such a thing in all the interviews I have read/watched (of which they are a shameless handful), but it would be completely out of character for 'No Ego' 2014 S to declare such a preposterous thing (correct me if I am wrong, for I truly believe I am not).

Anyways. When it looks low budget, it is a low budget (with Eastern European logistics) D-series thing, despite all their efforts. Plot is downright stupid and the painful cheesiness permeating the slightest line uttered makes it unredeemable. Nuh-oh: not even to kill time, not even on a flight from Almaty to Saint Petersburg. No way.

Low budget is particularly apparent when it comes to costumes. This one, for example...

Her dress is ok-ish (heavily insisting on the -ish, here). But his uniform is an operetta reinterpretation of the Romanian Army's dorobanț (infantry) State Protocol uniform. An exact copy of the 1877 Independence War officer outfit (itself a Second Empire French uniform copycat, but that's just the historian in me nitpicking, of course):

The above is a very recent pic (2023 Remembrance Day festivities at a British War Cemetery near Bucharest). I know that place well, spent all my childhood 1 mile away, my grandparents owned a house in that village. It is a small, forlorn plot of infinite melancholy and a striking sight, with its carefully trimmed grass, among what used to be cornfields, circa 1984. 'This is British soil', my grandfather once told me and that made it both absurd and enticing: an alien enclave of sorts, a city of the dead. He was correct, by the way, and that gave our Remembrance Day expeditions a sort of strange, furtive charm. We always brought flowers and he, a former officer and POW, would always salute, bareheaded under heavy rain. But, I digress.

Both that movie and my recollections were far away and long ago. Mercifully so for S, at least. The difference in demeanor, profile and presence is undeniable, no matter what the Disgruntled Tumblrettes would tell you: some pushed the cheapness up to the gratuitous folly of 'he was a much better actor then'. Well, he wasn't: no chemistry with a female co-star who would clearly be more eager to have a dental surgery intervention. And no presence every time a very tired Roger Moore is around, which makes for roughly three-quarters of his part. But unlike many striving wannabes, he managed to pull out of the Prince Ashton (🙄) typecast and give us a very credible JAMMF, when starts aligned and with a surreal bit of luck.

If he could manage to pull out of the JAMMF typecast, I see great things. Until then, I will stand by my words: this is a guy with tremendous, but completely overlooked/untapped potential, who has been repeatedly miscast. And this is why what would immediately happen after OL is of critical importance. Brace yourselves.

On another, completely unrelated note: should I wait for that US copycat, disingenuous McTavish booze circus tour to end, in order to draw a line and my thoughts on his brand? I think I should, but always happy to oblige to public demand :)

[howaboutcastiel]

On My Command (Steven Grant x Reader)

Summary: You want to wind down after a bad day at work, but Steven is over-eager as always. You decide to take control and set your own pace, presenting challenges for the both of you that require some cheeky solutions.

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ minors DNI

Content: Fluff, angst?? a little, smut (more than a little), handcuffs, afab reader, language is gender-neutral except anatomy.

Word Count: 5.6k

(Once again, not proofread.)

From the time that you entered the familiar open-concept apartment, it was clear that your and Steven's work days had gone very differently from each other. You'd had an extraordinarily stressful day at work—your boss had chewed you out and you'd had to skip your lunch break—and you were tired, pissed, and ready for some peace and quiet with your gentle, darling boyfriend. You figured the two of you could order pizza or Chinese and curl up on the couch to watch a classic movie. 

When you opened the door to your shared flat, though, you knew immediately that Steven had other ideas. He was standing in the kitchen, apron on and tongs in hand, and the smell of garlic and oregano filled the air. He seemed abnormally cheery, humming along to a playlist of show tunes that echoed from his phone by the sink. 

"Oh! Hello, darling!" he said when he heard the lock click behind you. "Just making us some pasta. Hope that sounds good, yeah? My shift ended early at the museum and I thought I'd treat us to a home-cooked meal."

"Sounds great, love," You inhaled deeply as you plopped your workbag on the couch, hoping that the decadent aromatics would ease the tension in your body. It was nice to see Steven so bubbly, and even nicer to see him cooking one of your favorite dishes. Still, you weren't exactly able to work up an appetite considering the verbal abuse you'd endured from your boss. Especially since, for the record, you hadn't done anything wrong. You started toward the kitchen, figuring a glass of water might help you relax enough to stir up an interest in the wildly inauthentic Italian cuisine before you. To be fair, Steven would normally be a stickler for accuracy, but being vegan doesn't make for the easiest adherence to traditional Italian food. 

You pulled a glass from the cabinet above the toaster, swerving around Steven so as to not disturb him while he cooked. You felt slightly more at ease just by being in close proximity to him, knowing that he would easily be the gentlest soul you talked to today, but the music blaring from beside the sink rang in your ears as you filled up your cup. You gritted your teeth as you waited for the glass to fill, but you couldn't stand the almost mockingly jolly song chipping away at your inner ear. You tapped Steven's phone with the pad of your index finger, sliding the volume bar down about halfway. He didn't seem to think much of it, continuing to hum along but eyeing you with innocent confusion. 

"Why don't you go wash up, darling? I'll set us up at the table." Steven seemed obviously proud of his cooking and, judging by the brightness in his eyes, utterly oblivious to your tired and pent-up state. Not that it upset you that he didn't notice. You would hate to burden Steven with your trivial work troubles, especially when he seemed in such a great mood. 

You headed to the bathroom to wash your face and hands, electing to throw your overshirt into the hamper while you were there. You were starting to feel more relaxed, reassured by the thoughtfulness of your partner and his exuberant mood, but the stress was only replaced by a more intense mental and emotional tiredness. You hoped that the meal would help brighten your mood.

When you returned to the den of the apartment, you were greeted by a fully-set table, illuminated by candlelight. He always liked to liven up your dinners together. Just to do something small and special, to show his appreciation for you. Steven grinned up at you as he placed a shallow bowl of pasta in front of your seat, pulling out the chair for you and motioning you forward.

"Bon appétit," he cooed as you both settled in your chairs, "Don't know about you, love, but I'm absolutely ravenous. I was going to get a bottle of wine to have with dinner, but then I got distracted by this little corgi that a lady had tried to smuggle into the shop in her purse."

He giggled as he recalled his afternoon, sparing no details of his witness to a store clerk confronting the woman and her dog. She had vehemently denied it, apparently, despite the little pup being in plain sight of all of the staff and customers. You cracked a smile at his recount of the story, enjoying how his eyes lit up with the mental imagery he was recalling. He seemed weightless, as if he'd lived this whole day in a children's story or a fairytale. It was amazing to you how Steven could be so positive when dealing with everyday life. How he could see adventure in everything, even a trip to the grocer. 

You had nearly finished your plate without even noticing. The food filled you with a satisfying warmth, and you were reminded of just how hungry you had been after skipping today's lunch. Steven saw that you were nearing the end of your meal, and he practically jumped from his seat with a look of sudden haste. 

"I nearly forgot! There's dessert in the fridge. Can't take credit for it, I'm afraid. I bought it pre-made."

He presented you with a tray of tiramisu. You made a noise of excitement as you dug your spoon into the soft, coffee-dusted surface. Of course Steven had bought something for dessert. He never did things halfway, especially not when they were things for you. 

You devoured the confection as fast as you had your dinner. This time, Steven noticed your exceptional hunger, having been only halfway through his own serving of pasta. He tilted his head, reminiscent of the way a puppy might, furrowing his brow in an expression of slight concern. 

“You alright, love?” he prodded, his tone gentle but fairly emphatic. “Never seen you scarf down food like that before. D’you miss your lunch or something?”

You didn’t want to burden him with the semantics of your horrid day. The yelling, the ordering, the frantic damage-control that left you pissed and exhausted hours before the end of your shift. Steven didn’t deserve to hear all that. You couldn’t ruin his mood after the obvious blessing of a day he’d experienced. 

“Yeah, just got too busy to eat. I hadn’t really noticed how hungry I was, I guess. Your cooking is excellent though, my love. It always is.”

You sat patiently as you watched Steven finish his plate. You nibbled at another half-serving of tiramisu, not wanting to stuff yourself in fear of an upset stomach later on. The rest of dinner went by fairly quietly; you weren’t talking about your day, and Steven was too busy eating his own dinner to gift you with any more of his anecdotes from the morning. 

It was hard to stay tense and angry in the presence of Steven Grant. He was so gentle, so goofy, and his demeanor would make anyone feel guilty for bringing down the mood in his wake. Of course, you could always be serious with him when life required you to be. He was just as caring and mature as he was youthful, and he’d had a lifetime of practice being comforting and remarkably level-headed. You felt your grudge against your jackass boss begin to dissipate from your body, drowned out by the warmth and tenderness of the man who sat before you. 

“Can we watch a Disney movie tonight?” You asked him sheepishly as he took his last bite of food. “I just don’t feel in the mood for any of the heavy stuff, you know? I wanna watch something… light. And peaceful.”

“Of course, love.” He responded. “Anything you’d like. I can make us some martinis if you want. Nothing says well-adjusted adult like getting plastered while watching Mulan.”

“I don’t know about plastered, babe, but I could definitely use a drink to loosen up a bit.”

~~

The two of you settled into the soft warmth of the faded old sofa. Instinctively, Steven moved to wrap his arm around your shoulder and you welcomed his embrace with a resigned sigh. It had been such a long day, and you were ready to be free of the commotion and watch a nice, comforting movie with some cheap mixed drinks and cuddles from your boyfriend. 

As the opening credits flashed across the screen, though, it became increasingly clear that Steven wasn’t just in the calm and cuddly mood. Thinking he was being sly, he placed his calloused hand on the fabric covering your inner thigh. You tried not to indicate that you had taken notice of this small gesture. After a few minutes, he started to draw little patterns with the pads of his fingers, testing the waters to see how receptive you were to his touch. 

I’ll just indulge him, you thought to yourself. Maybe it would help to let off some steam. And God, it’s not like I can resist him looking at me like that. 

You weren’t even looking up at Steven, but you could feel his tired, lustful eyes surveying your body as his other hand tightened around your shoulder. You could hear his breathing, slightly faster than it should be for someone lounging around watching a Pixar movie. You knew that as soon as you met his gaze, you would be putty in his hands. As your head and neck were pressed into his chest, you swore you could also hear the measurably over-eager beating of his heart. 

Steven was always excited, borderline giddy when you accepted his sexual advances or offered your own. He perfectly fit the description of a golden retriever boyfriend, eager to please you and to experience your body over and over again. You knew that as soon as you signaled to him that you shared his interest in sleeping together, he would spring to life with an energy so unexpected from his normally tired and somewhat timid demeanor. You hoped that you could temper his enthusiasm at least a bit for tonight, though. God knows you couldn’t handle so much fervor from him after your stressful day, especially if your aversion to his show tunes earlier was any indication of your patience. You pressed the palm of your hand against his torso, running your hand along the cotton surface of his V-neck. Steven sucked in a hitched breath, but he seemed to respond gently enough to your subtle reciprocation of his touch. Finally, you braced yourself for his admiring gaze as you lifted your chin off his chest to meet his eyes. 

Sure enough, his soft brown eyes were studying your frame like a renaissance painting, widened and yearning but also restrained as Steven still attempted to appear nonchalant. His pupils were dilated, and his eyes snapped to meet yours when he noticed your movement upward toward him. He looked at you with a mixture of bewilderment and thirst, as though you were a god to be worshipped but also a prize to be won. You swallowed thickly as he peered into your gaze. You felt some of the stressful tension in your body turn to heat, your short temper from this morning’s castigation converting to yearning for his touch.

You wanted to push Steven onto his back. To constrain him under your weight and devour every inch of his sweet, supple skin. The rigidness inside your bones only transformed your want into an animalistic craving. You wanted to have him, to indulge your every desire surrounding his soft, toned body and his ethereal mind. You drank in the picture of his serene blushing face, allowing your longing to battle your exhaustion and surliness. What you desired from him tonight was so different from the fun that you two normally had. Typically, Steven would take the initiative in the bedroom, physically and mentally dominant though he was always gentle and unselfish. Whenever the two of you had sex, it generally happened at his pace and on his terms. Not that this was in any way unsuitable to you; it was quite sexy seeing the normally innocent and awkward Steven express such a tempered and confident authority. But tonight, despite your contentment with his normal proceedings of intimacy, you couldn’t help but want to take control. Hell, you needed control tonight. 

You decided to let him rile himself up like normal before you asserted yourself. You knew that Steven wouldn’t be opposed to submitting himself to you, though it wasn’t something he did often. You were both so comfortable in your typical roles and it's not like either of you didn’t enjoy yourselves. Still, you wanted to make sure that he was desperate enough to eagerly accept your terms. You would never take advantage of him, but you felt as though the next person to try and tell you what to do today would likely find themselves on the receiving end of your strongest right hook. No, tonight was certainly going to go how you wanted it, and you knew Steven would be happy to oblige, especially if you got him riled up enough.

With your free hand, you grasped a fistful of Steven’s shirt, pulling him forward so that his lips were on yours. Immediately, all of Steven’s constraint was lost as he pushed his weight against you, hands exploring your body as frantically as his mouth explored your own. He was always this eager to touch you, like he was holding you for the very first time, no matter how many times he’d done it before. His own exceptionally cheery day only added to his enthusiasm, evident in the way that he clung to the back of your neck and scarcely pulled away to breathe. You figured that he would have already been tearing at your clothing if your own hands against his chest and shoulder weren’t preventing him from doing so. You kissed him for a long while, trying to coax his frenzied excitement into a more drunken passion. His lips were soft against yours; he never made a move unless he was sure you were inviting it, though he was already so tightly wound that you could feel his muscles straining to hold back. You sank into his grasp, welcoming the familiar disciplined strength until you eventually had to pull away for breath. 

“Steven, honey,” You whispered to him, admiring his disheveled felicity, “I want to try something different tonight.”

“Different?” He raised his eyebrow inquisitively, a shy smile emerging in the corners of his mouth. “Different how?”

“I want…” You surveyed your mind for the right words to convey your thoughts. It seemed so simple, so obvious inside your head. You were never really good at the sweet-talking or at making requests, for that matter. You supposed that’s why this didn’t happen often. Steven had no trouble with that stuff. “I want to take control. I want to… I mean—I guess… I want to be dominant tonight. I want to be in control.”

He took a moment to process your response before a childlike grin grew upon his musing face. You heard a huff of air escape his slightly parted lips, almost reminiscent of a laugh. 

“Like a dominatrix! Oh, that sounds quite racy, doesn’t it?” He joked, and you could feel the heat burning at the tops of your ears. Steven cupped your chin, his pupils dilated with captivation. You couldn’t exactly make out his emotion, but he was certainly on board. The bulge in his sweatpants was evidence enough for that. “If that’s what you want, love. I’m more than happy to oblige. Can’t promise I’ll be the best listener, though. Familiar habits and all that. But I am down for whatever you would like. I’m all yours, darling.”

You liked his answer. Like him, you were skeptical that Steven would be able to surrender control to you completely. He was simply too enthusiastic about being with you. You were determined, though, and you were both becoming more impatient with the layers of clothing between you. At this point, your hands had fallen from Steven’s chest, though his palm still cupped your face tenderly. He stroked your cheek with his thumb, waiting for you to make any indication of how to move forward. Steven was nothing if not patient, as over-eager as he always was. You could feel him buzzing with anticipation, though, like a dog waiting for his owner to throw him a biscuit. You were sure that he would have tackled you by now if he wasn’t so respectful of your boundaries. 

“We should go somewhere more comfortable, yeah?” You unfolded your legs from his embrace, motioning to stand up off of the little couch. You led him to your shared bedroom with one of his hands interlocked in yours and by now he was having to frequently readjust himself in his grey sweats. He seemed as though he didn’t quite know where to put his hands, eager to feel your skin under his but pitifully trying not to move without your command. You turned your head to hide a small smile, as you were amused by how adorably out-of-place he seemed to be. You sat him down on the edge of your bed, grasping his hands and positioning them for him on the mattress at each side of his waist. You stood over him, lifting his chin with your pointer finger so that you could meet his gaze. You weren’t sure if you looked as authoritative as you intended, or if Steven only found your attempt at control to be adorable. Still, you felt an empowering wave of euphoria at the reversal of your usual dynamic. 

“Wait here.”

You could see Steven try not to huff at your command, so desperate already for any kind of contact. You removed your hand from his chin and he allowed his head to fall slightly, causing a few curls to cascade over his eyes. He tried to hide the hitching in his breath as you separated your touch from his body, but his impatience was evident nonetheless in his shallow, jagged breath. Backing away, you felt an unfamiliar response to his frenzied pining: pride. It felt good to have Steven wrapped around your finger. To have his pleasure be on your terms, in your time. Of course you were anxious to please him, as always, but watching him having to wait for it, to wait for your action, was a new kind of excitement. It was intoxicating. 

You stepped back, posturing yourself about a meter from where Steven sat. His gaze fell from your face to your body, filled with lust that failed to hide behind his wide, innocent brown eyes. You took the bottom of your shirt in your hands, lifting it slowly over your torso as he watched. Steven’s eyes darted rapidly between your face and your hands like he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to be doing. Still, he sat obediently with his hands to his sides as you’d placed them. You were having fun teasing him, but you were testing his patience in an unfamiliar way and it would be a miracle for him to surrender himself to you for the rest of the night. You wondered how long he would last. 

Finally, you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing your bare chest to your ravenous lover. You leaned into him for a kiss, and his hands instinctively sprang up to touch your breasts. He snaked his arm around you in an attempt to pull your weight onto him, but you held yourself upright against his grasp. You tsked against his lips, pressing your forehead against his and peering deep into his bewildered eyes. He wasn’t going to get off that easy. Not before the fun had even started. 

“So eager, baby.” You taunted him, grabbing his wrists to lead his arms back down to the bed. “Why don’t you slow it down, yeah? Let me put on a show for you, stretch out the fun. We’re not in a hurry, now, are we?”

He swallowed thickly at the words, obviously struggling to play into the new power complex. A small wave of concern washed over you, raising a thought that perhaps Steven wasn’t enjoying this. Maybe you needed to re-evaluate how you wanted tonight to proceed. The idea brought a weight into your stomach and you straightened your stance above Steven.

“Do you want me to stop, love?” You whispered to him. He furrowed his brow, letting out a breath that bordered a scoff.

“Oh, god no.” He sighed, reaching out to pull you to him before resignedly dropping his hands back down. “Just not used to letting go of it, you know? Of not being in the lead, I mean.” 

“But I want to! God, do I want to. Don’t stop, darling. I’m having the time of my life, rest assured. You know I would tell you if I wasn’t.”

With that, you hooked your finger under Steven’s t-shirt, tugging upward as he raised his arms to allow you to pull it all the way off. You grasped the base of his neck, kissing him deeply as he again struggled against his impulse to overpower you. As you moved your lips to his neck, though, Steven’s intuition overtook him and he again wrapped his arms around you, this time with a feverish strength as he threw his head backward in delight.  

Within a moment, you watched as a small tinge of shame emerged over Steven’s face. He loosened his grip on you, allowing one of his hands to drop but not pulling away completely. You sighed as you motioned to step backward from him, but something stopped you before your feet could move. An idea, a brilliant, fiendish idea lit up in your brain. 

“I want to try something.” You pulled away with haste, causing Steven to whimper and grow alert with confusion.

“How many times can you say that in one night?” A look of concern grew on his face, but it was riddled with far more fascination than worry. 

“Just tell me if it’s off-limits, okay?” You called to him, by now rummaging through the bottom of your closet. You emerged after a few long seconds with a single, small item in your grasp: a brand-new, shining pair of silver handcuffs. Steven’s eyes widened. You weren’t even sure if he’d known that you owned these, let alone that you ever intended to use them on him. 

“You don’t have to if you don’t want, love. I just thought you wouldn’t have to worry so much about control.” Again, you couldn’t decipher what he was feeling from the expression on his face. He looked bewildered, but you struggled to grasp whether he more resembled a deer in headlights or a child seeing snow for the first time. Steven blushed at the sight of the cuffs, but a hint of a smile appearing on his lips indicated he wasn’t going to object.

“Have at it, love.” He murmured, and a surprising image of delight began to grow on his face as he pushed backward onto the bed. Steven looked resigned, as if your suggestion had provided the answer to all of his struggling against his usual instincts. You guessed that it did, in a way, so it wasn’t that odd to see a wave of relief pass over your partner. There was something more than relief, though, as a toothy grin appeared on Steven’s wistful face. Something more cheeky, you could see in his eyes. “You know, I’ve kind of always wanted to try these.”

“No time like the present, baby.”

It was admittedly awkward as you fumbled to cuff Steven to the headboard of your bed. By the time you had positioned him to your liking, the cuffs looped around the middle panel of the frame, the both of you had broken quite a sweat. Still, you were more than satisfied with your work. Steven’s muscles strained against the pull of the cuffs on his arms. His biceps flexing above his head were a sight to see as his breath shuttered in his chest, uneven from his anticipation as well as the slight tension on his arms. He had assured you that it was fine, that he wasn’t too uncomfortable and that it looked to be more of a struggle than it really was. Still, you were attentive to the way he tensed underneath you. You would be more concerned if he didn’t look so ravishing.

Despite his apparent discomfort, Steven looked more than satisfied with his position. His eyes were much more drunken, his cheeks blushed and his lips riddled with an ecstatic delirium. Neither of you had made it very far into the martinis that Steven had made, so his undoing was more than likely a result of his arousal. You could tell that he was painfully hard underneath his sweatpants; he writhed and bucked his hips underneath you in a fruitless attempt to gain some friction and relief. By now, your clothes were all gone apart from your underwear. Steven’s sweats and boxers still remained, much to his dismay.

“Sure you’re okay, love?” You inquired, keys in hand to release him from his restraints at his soonest request. He nodded, breathless, and bucked up at you once more, unable to hide his unyielding restiveness. 

“I’m aces, darling.” He chuckled dryly, “Bit impatient, though, yeah?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that.”

Steven whimpered as you snagged the band of his sweatpants, gasping as you tugged them down over his leaking erection. You made haste in removing them completely, tossing them to the pile of clothes you had removed from yourself moments earlier. He groaned as you pressed your palm lightly to the front of his boxers, curling his toes in feverous restraint as he tried in vain not to buck his hips again. Steven stifled a gasp as you tugged at the hem of the fabric, the cold air stinging his thighs as he sprang free from the final layer of fabric constraining him. He jerked against the cuffs that held his arms, wincing at the realization that he truly was at your mercy now. His anguish was short-lived, however, as you swiftly gripped the base of his length in your hands, taking the now-crimson tip into your mouth.

Giving head was an infrequent occurrence in your relationship. Not that you were unwilling, but Steven would never ask this of you in his normally dominant assumption of command during sex. He tended to give much more than he fought to receive, and he had derived most of his pleasure in more collaborative methods of intimacy. Collaboration wasn’t in the cards right now, though. You saw no better opportunity to focus on his pleasure. Yours was coming anyway, one way or another.

It took all of your strength to hold down Steven’s thighs, to prevent him from bucking into your mouth. Of course, he would never hurt you on purpose, and he was usually a pillar of self-restraint, but the restriction of his hands and arms disallowed him from expelling his energy any other way. He simply couldn’t help himself. You grasped his hips as tightly as you could, certain you were going to leave a mark. After a few moments of hollowing your cheeks, you decided it wasn’t worth it to counteract his strength this way. You elected instead to maneuver yourself so that you were sitting on his thighs. This proved to be much easier, though you had to arch your back more to take him. At least this way you were getting some friction too, as your own arousal was becoming uncomfortable between your legs. 

“Bloody hell, darling,” Steven whined, throwing his head back against the bed frame, “Feels… so good. My God.”

His praises did not ring unusual in your ears, but they held a wildly different meaning than normal. A string of obscenities fell from Steven’s lips as you took him entirely into your mouth. You watched in delight as he writhed underneath you, sweat beading and muscles tensing in euphoric anguish. Your hands explored his chest and belly and you could feel him heaving below them. He wasn’t going to last long like this.

You pulled off of him and sat upright, leaving him quietly whimpering as he craned his neck to stare down at you. You swiftly removed your last article of clothing, sucking in a breath of confidence as Steven met your gaze. Much to his satisfaction, you lined yourself up against his pelvis, your entrance more than prepared for him from your soaking arousal. He groaned, relaxing his neck as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. Steven’s breath hitched in his throat as you bottomed out, your thighs now resting on his hips. You leaned forward, intent on pressing a kiss to his pillowy lips, but you couldn’t help but pause to take in your head-on view of his utterly wrecked state. His damp curls framed his face in odd directions, ravaged by his thrashing as well as the sweat. His face and neck were flushed and his lips were parted as he shallowly panted against you. More than satisfied, you planted a sweet kiss on his mouth. Steven lazily reciprocated, dazed by his pleasure and resigned to his bondage. 

It was unlikely that you would have the energy to ride him properly. You tested the waters by rolling your hips upward, eliciting a choked moan from the shattered man beneath you. You set a slow pace at first, assessing your strength and endurance. Very rarely did you find yourself in this position; Steven was normally the one worried about stamina. Before long, Steven’s praises began to mix with vulgarities as they cascaded off of his tongue. You weren’t as winded as you thought you’d be.

“Feels so fucking good.” Steven exalted, grinding up into you to the best of his leverage. You propped yourself up with one hand, using the other to explore Steven’s skin. You drank in the way he stretched against the restraints, more desperate than normal and so much more vocal. You quickened your pace, chasing your own pleasure with a sovereignty you weren’t accustomed to, and Steven’s words ran together into whimpers and groans. He bucked his hips into you with as much force as he could muster, hitting your sweet spot as only he knew how despite his limitation of movement. 

In seconds, you felt your orgasm approaching, and you tightened your grip on the sheets below you. You whined as you followed your high, struggling to keep your eyes open and on the marvelous sight underneath you. As you tensed around him, though, Steven managed to grind against you with a remarkable pressure, your eyes snapped shut against your will as you released over him, practically screaming. Your muscles constricted rapidly, only adding pleasure to Steven’s experience as you rode out your orgasm. Within seconds, Steven’s hips were sputtering beneath you at a fervent rate, and an unhindered sob escaped his lips as he finished, still buried inside you. 

Both of you were still for some moments, overcome by the intensity of the culmination of your pleasure. You took a moment to steady your breath before gently lifting off of him, bending toward the side table for the keys to his handcuffs. Before you released him though, you took one final second to relish in the mess that you’d made of him. Steven was absolutely wrecked, visibly exhausted and covered in sweat, wrists inflamed from his wrestling against the metal. An exhausted smile sat upon his face though as he was obviously content with the night’s proceedings. 

“Hold still, baby,” You instructed as you unlocked the bars around his wrists. He lowered his arms slowly, partly numb from the tension and immobility they had endured. You took his hands into yours, massaging his wrists gently and surveying for any broken skin. Surprisingly, Steven was fine, though you had been sure that his thrashing would leave more damage on the surface of his skin. You supposed that there might be a small line of bruising by morning, but for the most part, he seemed to be unharmed. Apart from physical evidence, it was apparent that Steven was feeling more than okay. 

“That was fantastic.” He hummed sleepily as he pulled you to his torso and clung to you with exhausted strength. “You’re so… so beautiful, darling. So good. Hmm… so wonderful.”

You giggled softly at his obvious delirium, planting a tender kiss on the base of his collarbone. He sighed with a tempered swallow, bracing himself to sit up against the headboard. Steven inhaled slowly and deeply, trying to regain his ability to think.

“Suppose we should go tidy up, yeah?” He suggested to you, stroking your neck and shoulder, “Had quite the work-out there, didn’t we?”

“I would say so.” You agreed. You reluctantly stepped to the side of the bed, missing his warmth against you as you briefly separated. He followed suit more slowly, exasperated from the unfamiliar change of pace he’d experienced. He followed you into the bathroom, pulling towels from the cabinet as you turned the knob on the shower. You quickly peered into the mirror, marveling at your own ruined state. At this point, Steven couldn’t keep his grasp off of you, having a new appreciation for the use of his hands. You rolled your eyes at the irony, resigning yourself to the possibility that maybe the cuffs had done nothing to tame his eagerness after all. 

Before you stepped into the shower, Steven's words arrived softly in your ears. He was satisfied, for sure.

"We'll have to do that again sometime."

#moon knight #steven grant x you #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight x you #moon knight x reader #masterlist

[theheightofdishonor]

I have a couple more shows on my watchlist and once that's done i think i'll be taking a (probably brief) break from asian dramas to focus on some of the other dozen watchlists i have (anime maybe? i might skip jojo and try daiya no ace again- we'll see though)

I'm hitting the 300 dramas mark soon (that's 300 completed mind you, not counting movies, and not counting things i've dropped) so i'll probably write something later in the year too reflecting on both the shows that've come out this year and the ones i've watched

For now i thought i'd jot down a couple notes about the currently airing shows i'm keeping up with since i haven't had time to do that in a while. I'll be doing this in the order I watch them in.

Middleman's Love- ngl I'm solely watching this for King and Uea. I know some of you like this show but the main couple just don't work for me and the side couple are only mildly more interesting. I'll keep watching it to the end but it's a skim watch.

Twins- A great example of how silly is fine when it's enjoyable. I fucking adore this show right now. This has volleyball in it and I'm a haikyuu!! fan before i'm a person so of course i was going to watch this show no matter how dumb it is but it's great. I'm having a blast. I like the family dynamics, I like Sprite, I like how they're committing to the 'slow' part of 'slow burn', I like all the stupid hijinks, I like that I can watch this show and be like "oh he's a Setter, like Kageyama!", I just like it. Poor First though, doing all this work of unlearning his hatred for Zee for no damn good reason.

My Dear Gangster Oppa- This one used to be first on my list but after the dumb breakup last week, it's dropped down. I hate the noble idiocy trope as @lurkingshan calls it. It's stupid, it's annoying and I don't think this week's episode made up for it. Shame really, I was quite enjoying this show at first. The chemistry's good and cliches are fine when they're enjoyable. If it wasn't ending next week, I would drop it.

Last Twilight- Saving the best for last because a) it's a heavier show with more to think about than any of the above and b) youtube's interface annoys me.Tbh I only started watching this in the hopes that it might rewrite my current reflex of wincing everytime I see Jimmy's face in a gifset but it's such an excellent show. Aof's directing and storytelling is excellent as usual and he really does deserve credit for how handles his actors. Watching JimmySea in this and then vv is like whiplash.

ps. Pit Babe- i'm not invested in keeping up with this show and my desire to do so depends on factors such as the amount of free time I have and how reluctant I am to use youtube to watch Last Twilight. It seems to have inklings of an interesting plot + obviously it's fandom history cuz of the a/b/o but the way they only half lean into the omegaverse aspects of it without explaining anything makes me wonder what people who aren't familiar with the concept of omegaverse think about this show and how they understand it. Like it has to be confusing without context, right? Mostly, i'm just watching for Nut Supanut and Nut Supanut only though it remains to be seen whether my affection for him will eventually be worn down by how annoying his character is. I swear, if it were played by anyone else or if I cared about the main characters to any extent, I'd find Way insufferable. But so far, i'm supporting all his wrongs. Especially when he looks so damn pretty doing it.

#middleman's love #my dear gangster oppa #last twilight the series #pit babe the series #twins the series #i;m not watching cooking crush #thai comedy isnt really my style and the only person id watch it for is nanon #cherry magic started today but i'll put it off til it either finishes airing or i find myself having some free time when gangster oppa ends #re: noble idiocy ive gotten to the point where it's a make or break tbh #like i havent seen a half decent execution of it in so long #the only sufferable examples off the top of my head #is in simr when phob leaves for like an hour and then ends up coming back #and word of honor where it has consequences #and zzs almost dies + gets genuinely pissed off about it #that whole scene was so cathartic tbh #ik there's over a dozen other currently airing shows but those im shoving off to binge #i only have so much free time lmao

[simemeoww]

Horrory night

Author's note: This is based from my character Mateo, who happens to be a yandere. I made a visual novel where he is one of the main characters. If you wanna play my game(to what i will be really happy) here is the link: https://simemeow.itch.io/love-stuck

"Crap! Crap!" - you muttered quietly. “Don’t go there! No, don't ask if anyone is there! Obviously there is! Oh no! He’ll go to her now and kill her!” - your voice was completely disappointed. Is this heroine really so stupid as to make such extravagant mistakes, you thought. Surprised by her lack of common sense, you didn’t notice Mateo’s disappearance. However, the eerie music and the gradually emerging oppressive atmosphere forced you, still without interrupting your gaze from the TV, to look for Mateo’s encouraging hands. The instrumental music became louder, the violin playing in the background sounded like a warning about a creeping screamer.

The popcorn in your hands began to stick unpleasantly to your skin due to your sweaty hands. Sweat came out in drops, as if it was raining.

The next shot showed a slow zoom in on the maniac's face, which was hidden by a disgustingly realistic pig mask. The maniac laughed sharply and ran towards the main character. He swung his ax at the poor girl, who froze because of surprise and could not force herself to show any resistance, even the slightest. Your eyes began to squint on their own, apparently due to growing fear. You turned to where Mateo was supposed to be sitting, but to your surprise he wasn’t there. Just when you needed him badly, he disappeared.

“Mateo-,” you didn’t have time to say, when someone else’s hand touched your shoulder on the left side, this very gesture made you flinch. And what you saw finally finished you off, it was that maniac from the movie with his terrifying mask. You ran out of the hall as fast as you could, leaving only dust behind you. Once in the kitchen, you began to regret your choice, because you had driven yourself into a dead end. But it’s not that bad, you tried to cheer yourself up. Taking a knife, you began to mentally prepare yourself to defend your life at all costs, even imagining that you would commit murder that evening. “He probably killed Mateo!” - it hit you sharply. “It’s okay, I’ll take revenge on him for you!” - you thought.

This maniac slowly walked into the kitchen, seeing this monster, your legs began to convulsively betray you, trembling just from the sight of him. You tried to run towards him to take him by surprise in order to pierce him with a sharp knife. However, you overestimated your capabilities, because he easily knocked you to the ground, although in fact it was hard to tell that he was using force against you. Your face was pressed to the floor, and the maniac himself sat down above you so that you could not stand up so easily. His hands tore the knife from your fingers, and he threw the sharp object somewhere far away, depriving you of your only defense against him.

He lay over you, pressing you closer to his torso, and you felt the trembling emanating from his body. It was a laugh that he tried so hard to contain, but alas, having failed in the task, the maniac found no reason to continue trying to calm himself down.

"What?!" - you said quietly. The maniac took off his mask and Mateo was under it, his eyes were watering, apparently due to strong laughter. He laid down on the ground and positioned you so that you were laying over his torso, your face pressed tightly against his chest. Your ears clearly heard the rhythm of Mateo’s heartbeat, it was fast and loud, all due to your game of “maniac and victim.” At the same time, he hugged you so that you could not slip out of his hands in order to free yourself and hit him well.

“Mateo! You almost gave me a heart attack! It’s not enough to kill you,” you shouted.

“Hahahahahaha! Sorry, sorry! I couldn’t resist!” - he admitted through laughter. “You know, you looked so charming when fear took over you, and how you ran, hoping that you could escape from me! The doors are closed here! Hahahahaha! And the way you took the knife… Your face looked so cute. It was somewhere between seriousness and horror, I just wanted to take you and eat you!” - Mateo continued to tease.

Exhaling heavily, he stroked your head. “Why are you so sweet? I just want to see your different emotions and admire how you will express each of them,” he said.

“And I want to kick you!” - you answered still in an irritated mood. "Sorry Sorry. Shall we continue watching the movie? - suggested Mateo.

“Well, no, thanks. Your prank is enough for me,” you answered offendedly.

“Oh, what a shame. Someone is very scared, and this person does not want to admit it,” Mateo said in a teasing tone.

“How you piss me off!” - you muttered irritably.

Mateo picked you up from the ground and carried you into the hall, he carefully laid you on an old, but nevertheless very soft sofa, wrapping you in a warm blanket. He himself immediately sat closer to you, hugging you with one arm. “Where have we stopped? Oh yes, exactly,” he rewinded the film to the desired moment and put the remote control away.

#lovestuck #lovestuck mateo #lovestuck loren #male yandere #soft yandere #tw yandere #visual novel #yandere boyfriend #yandere male #yandere oc #yandere visual novel #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere

[intercoursefluids]

Well That Happened Chapter 9

When her hair started to glow, Marinette wasn’t sure what to think. She was a little worried about what was happening but Chat seemed a little excited with this outcome so she figured it was fine.

“Oh,” She said drawing out the sound. “-I get it! She’s totally Rapunzel right now!” She said excitedly, lifting up a piece of her glowing hair to check her partner’s head injury.

Chat nodded, letting out a little cheer.

“I was right! I was so right! This is awesome, you’re a Disney princess!” Chat said laughing, pulling out his baton and snapping a selfie with her glowing hair.

Steph joined him for pictures, both of them giggling like little kids as Marinette rolled her eyes and let them do what they wanted.

She had to focus on singing anyway, because apparently that was how her new ‘powers’ worked.

“But didn’t Rapunzel have blonde hair?” Jason asked, drawing everyone’s attention.

Chat nodded, moving away from the impromptu photo-op to explain.

“Yeah, but she only got hit once, not twice. She has some of Rapunzel’s characteristics, like her powers and the style of her dress, but she hasn’t become Rapunzel yet. I’m pretty sure if she get’s hit again then that will change.” Chat explained, almost a little too excited to share what he knew.

“I think she needs to get hit twice in order for the Fairy Godmother’s, that’s what she’s calling herself by the way, powers to fully work. If Mari gets hit again, her hair will get stupid long and blonde and the dress will change from pink to that purple colour she has in the movie.” Chat told the group, practically jumping in place.

During his spiel, Marinette had already finished the song and was waiting for further instructions. She had never seen the movie Chat was talking about and wasn’t sure if she was supposed to be doing anything else.

She had felt Damian (Was his name according to his family, she refused to call him that until he told her himself though.) moving behind her. He hadn’t said anything yet though, so she wasn’t totally convinced he was conscious.

“Hey Chat? What am I supposed to do now? Do I sing again or…?” She asked, looking to him for guidance on the matter. This entire situation was strange to her.

Chat turn to her quickly, almost like he had forgotten what she was doing in her excitement.

“Oh, no it should be fine by now. He should be completely healed if I’m right.” He said, waving her away from Damian.

Marinette moved to stand, feeling Damian move behind her at the same time.

She turned to face him, taking in his new outfit.

“Nice… Denim vest?” She said hesitantly.

It didn’t look bad, but it obviously wasn’t his style.

He looked over at her, running a hand through his hair as he smirked.

“Thanks, Princess.” He straightening up to his full height.

Okay, she changed her mind. He looked great actually. They smirk really pulled to whole look together. Is it hot out here or is it just her?

Marinette cleared her throat, turning away from him.

“Anyway, Chat, does the network know about this? That it takes two shots to lose one of us?” She asked getting straight to business.

Chat shook his head, pulling out his baton and typing on it furiously.

“No, sorry I completely forgot. I just figured it out, like, when I got here.” He explained.

Marinette went to speak when her comm started beeping, signalling an incoming call.

“Hello?” She answered, holding up a hand to quiet everyone.

“Don’t worry about sending that in, Markov already did. Network is updating everyone as we speak.” Pegasus said distractedly.

Marinette could hear the sounds of the war room from his end of the line, the organized chaos reminding her of what she was doing before her partner got hurt.

“Alright, thanks for the update Pegasus.” She said looking up and waving to Markov, who was hovering above the group.

His singular arm waved back.

Marinette hung up, turning to face the group.

“The Network’s been updated already Chat, don’t worry about it. Now, I have a plan and I need to know if you lot are wanting to be a part of it.”

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[finniestoncrane]

I just read one of your Oswald Cobblepot (from the 2022 movie) x reader fics and I need more 😭 May I request reader being flirted on while Oz is not around? She tries to politely put the guy down, but he won't get off her hair until Oz walks in and she clings to him to make a point that she is not interested. Would be great if you could add some comfort afterwards! Thank you so much and no pressure!

anon you're killing me this was such a good idea and it gave me all kinds of emotions while i wrote it u-u ily and pls come back for more and also i'm sorry it's so long i got carried away i just love him tho and here are more of my penguin fics

Daddy's Got You

Farrell!Penguin x Female!Reader, word count: 3.5k request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: use of force, tw for a tiny bit of non-con kissing, violence/beating (deserved), exhibitionism, pet names

Throngs of crowds surged in a strange unison to the music that played over the bass-boosted speakers. You weaved in and out of them, working your way to the bar, only briefly looking up from the floor where you carefully watched your step to see if Oz was in his office, if he was standing by the windows waiting for you to come in. Through the glass you could make out his form, sitting hunched over the desk. He was always so busy with work, and so stressed too. You could head straight up, maybe soothe him, relax him a little bit, but you knew how much he loved it when you brought him a drink. It felt like you were his wife, his stay-at-home little woman who lived to please him when you walked through the door with a glass of his favourite scotch. It was so much more personal than having one of the wait staff bring it, much more intimate.

At the bar, you hover back for a moment, not wanting to seem impatient. You might be the owner’s girlfriend, but you’re just a normal customer like everyone else. Oz didn’t see it like that, but you still did. It was strange to be suddenly whisked above your normal station in life, waited on and spoiled by Oswald Cobblepot, when just months before you had been applying for a minimum-wage, part-time job behind this same bar. And you still weren’t sure why he’d been so taken by you, but you were grateful, because the moment he stepped up to you, leaning against the varnished wood and puffing on his cigar, you developed an intense crush on him. It still didn’t feel believable that the feelings were reciprocated.

Smiling, warmed by the memories of your first meeting, your first date, and a lot of other firsts, you realised you’d been standing back for a while, and the bar was now a bit quieter. Approaching it, you made brief eye contact with a waiter at the other end who began walking towards you. You opened your mouth to speak, but a body suddenly appeared directly in front of you, hand out and reaching over the bar, snapping fingers and loud, brash words.

“Hey, little help! If you’re not too busy doing nothing, can I get a drink? Bourbon, if you can find the time.”

You eased to the side from behind them, catching the waiter’s eye and making a bit of a judgemental face at the man in front of you, shaking your head and gesturing to him so the waiter could serve his first. And although he tried to stifle his smile, the waiter laughed and held up one finger to you before starting on the small order for the asshole who cut in line. Which was a shame, because it obviously signalled to him that there was someone behind him, and he turned to speak, his face turning from blank and practised apology to an uneasy leer.

“Oh…oh! I’m sorry, were you in line?”

“Yes, I was. But it’s fine, I’m not in any huge rush.”

“I don’t believe that, girl like you always has someone waiting for her.”

“Ah, but they can wait patiently, unlike some.”

He leaned in, you tilted your head away from him, but it only exposed your neck for more of his body to move in towards.

“Hm, find it hard to believe anyone could wait patiently for you. Let me buy you a drink.”

You stepped back, turning your body completely away from him.

“That’s fine, it’s not necessary.”

“Wasn’t a question. Hey, you!” He snapped his fingers again. “Quicker with the bourbon, huh? And can I get a…what was it?”

“A scotch and a glass of champagne.”

“A scotch and a- you need two drinks?” You nodded, face blank. “Scotch and a glass of your finest champagne then!” He turned back to you. “You’re welcome. No need to say thanks, I’m sure you can show me your gratitude in some other way. Maybe give me your number?”

“Oh, no thank you. If that’s the case, let me just give you the money.”

“Hey, woah! Ok, maybe that was the wrong approach with a girl like you. Sorry. I’ve seen you around here though, and this is the first time I’ve been able to catch you before you disappear.”

“You’re in here a lot?”

“So are you.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, rolling your eyes as you turned back towards the bar, leaning your body on it. From the corner of your eye, you noticed him lean his body back, eyes wandering over your body, smirking at you as they gazed up and down over your slightly bent pose. You stood back up, soothing down your dress and coughing, trying to let him know politely that you were very aware of his staring.

“Listen, yeah, I’m in here a lot. And I notice you every time. I like your style, and some other things about you too.”

“I’m not interested, sorry.”

“Rude, at least let me make my case here.”

“I’m not being rude. I’d just rather not waste your time. Since you seem so busy.”

“Hey, come on, let me show you what you’ll be missing if you walk away from me.” He moved his hand towards yours, which rested on the bar. You pulled it back before he could make contact.

“Ok, I’ll just get my drinks later.”

“Woah, wait, where you going?”

He grabbed your arm as you walked off, trying to make it to the back of the building where the stairs to Oz’s office were. Snatching it back and shaking free you leaned into him to say some choice words, but chose not to. Instead, you swiftly turned and walked off, not realising he was still following behind until you were at the back of the room and encased in shadows, where the music was quiet enough that you could hear his footsteps, but not quiet enough that you noticed before it was too late. Before he had you cornered, unnoticeable to anyone else, too focused on dancing and drinking. Your back was up against the wall as he approached you, the knuckles of one hand gently trailing down your neck, while the palm of his other found your hip and snaked round to your lower back. You flinched as he leaned his face towards yours.

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

He dove forwards, his head between your neck and shoulder, kissing at the skin while his hands, one around your back and the other pressed on to your hip, held you against the wall, his body doing most of the work in keeping you pinned against it. His mouth, wet and hot, opened against your skin, teeth grazing against you as he forcefully made his way up to your cheek, closing in to your mouth before you were interrupted by someone close by clearing their throat. Looking to the side, you could see some figures, hard to tell in the shadows, but as they stepped closer you knew you could recognise one figure in particular. Oswald. And given that it was Oswald up front, it was a safe bet that the two figures behind him were his goons.

“Hate to break up a party, but what’s going on over here, kids?”

Without looking up from your neck, one hand mercifully left it’s grip on your body to shoo off the three men who stood at the bottom of the stairs.

“How about you lay off, buddy. We’re not bothering anyone.”

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness and you could read the look of solid irritation on Oz’s face, you stuttered some words out.

“I’m fine, it’s ok. It’s not what it looks like.”

“No sweet cheeks, I think this is exactly what it looks like.”

With a snap of his fingers, the two men who stood dutifully behind him, hands clasped in front of their hulking bodies, stepped forward and took an arm each of your assailant. A string of saliva trailed from your neck to his mouth, and your stomach lurched, mouth downturned in shame and disgust. As he was hauled up the stairs, Oz started up behind them, and you followed behind Oz, worried that he might be thinking the worst of you, not afraid for your life but afraid for your relationship, which you valued above everything else.

As you entered the office, your new ‘friend’ was being tossed to the ground, landing hard and smacking his back against a coffee table. The two goons separated off to the side, leaving space for Oswald to approach the pathetic loser who cringed on the floor.

“You mind telling me what was happening, son?”

Realisation flitted over his face, quickly followed by panic.

“Oh my god…y-you’re Oswald Cobblepot, I mean Mr. Cobblepot. Or Penguin? Sorry, Mr. Penguin?”

“How about sir for right now, eh?”

Oz shot a quick look at you, before motioning for the crumpled and significantly more nervous looking man on the floor to continue explaining himself before his audience.

“Yes, right s-sir. Well, sir, it was nothing really. She was flirting with at the bar.”

You scoffed, eyebrows furrowing as your upper lip turned up into a snarl, head shaking at his words. Oz looked at you, nodding slowly. He turned back and took a step forwards.

“Is that right then?”

“Yes, sir. I don’t know if she’s here grifting or not, but she was very willing up until you guys showed up. I didn’t get the wrong idea, I promise. She was all over me right before that!”

Oz took another step forwards, leaning over the man on the floor, smiling wide as he stood back up and moved back to you, standing protectively in front of you.

“No, see that’s not what happened.”

“Sir, I swear to you-”

“Oh, don’t make it worse for yourself kid. I saw you, watched the whole thing. She wasn’t interested in you, it was obvious even from up here.”

“You couldn’t hear though, she really was-”

Oz put his hand up, silencing the man with just the confidence and authority in the gesture.

“Don’t lie to me kid. I saw everything. Besides,” he brushed a loose strand of hair delicately behind your ear, “my princess would never do something like that to me, and especially not standing in my own club.”

“Oh fuck, oh god, Mr Cobblepot, Sir! I’m so sorry sir. I didn’t know, I had no idea!”

“So if you don’t know if she’s with someone, it’s ok for you to have her against a wall against her will? No class in dogs like you, none at all.”

With a snap of his fingers, Oz walked to his desk, sitting down in the leather desk chair, opening the bottom drawer and ushering you over. The goons began dealing severe blows to the man on the floor, who whimpered and pleaded until all he could muster were grunts and groans. Oz poured two drinks into crystal glasses, handing you one and gesturing for you to sit down in his lap.

“It’s not cold, baby, and it’s not your usual drink. But it’ll settle your nerves.”

He drank his entirely in one gulp, setting the glass down and turning his attentions to you completely, ignoring the yelps and thuds mere feet away from you both. You were the only thing that mattered to him the moment, in most moments. He held you close, checking over your neck where the stranger had been so aggressively kissing you. With his large, thick fingers, Oz held your chin and tilted your head in every angle to ensure there were no bruises, no marks he might have missed that would signify how swiftly the man on the floor might meet his end.

Satisfied that you were left unmarred by your encounter, he dropped your chin, hand moving instead to your cheek as he stared deep into your eyes.

“You ok, doll?”

“I’m fine, I’m ok.”

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I didn’t see it happen faster. If I’d known he’d followed you I would have take him out back and shot him.”

“Ozzie, it’s ok. I’m ok.” You offered him a weak smile. You were telling the truth, you were fine. You could handle yourself. But you were still shaken, and something about being sat in his lap, the sincerity in his voice as he tried to reassure himself more than you that everything was ok, had you melting, desperate for him to hold you, considering how bad things might have been had he not been there to save you. He must have noticed the tiny, fleeting moment of fear that crossed behind your eyes, as he was suddenly wrapped around you tighter, holding you close to his chest as he offered a small kiss to your forehead, resting his chin on top of your head while you rested on his chest.

“Oh sweetheart, come here. Daddy’s got you now. We’ll make it all better huh?”

He tilted your head up to him again, where his lips met yours in a gentle and passionate embrace. You leant into it heavily, resting what felt like all of your body weight on his mouth alone, lips tingling against his, the breaths from his nose warming you under him. You opened your eyes, lips still against his, peppering tiny little finishing kisses, looking up to meet his eyes. But he was staring, unblinking at the bleeding and broken man on the floor. The goons had done their worst, and Oz nodded to the door, through which they left in silence.

“Oz?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Are you…ok?”

“I was just thinking we should show this asshole how you actually treat a woman? Might be a good finish to his punishment for him to see someone else take you like he so badly wanted to.”

Before you could ask him if he was sure, checking that he wasn’t just acting out of pure rage, his mouth was clamped over yours again, moaning deeply into you, the sheer volume alone vibrating through your chest as he stood you up, following you, hands around you and over you, fitful grabbing and squeezing on every curve, every part of you he could easily reach as you both stumbled over to the tall filing cabinet to the left of his desk.

Taking hold of your hips, he hoisted you up and on top of it, letting your legs dangle over the edge as he walked back to his desk, wheeling his chair over and sitting down in it in front of you. He lifted your legs up onto his knee, one at a time, taking off your shoes. With them both off, he kissed your ankle, trailing kisses all the way up your legs, onto your knee, straining to kiss at your inner thighs, his large palms on the tops of them as his fingers pushed back the hem of your dress, exposing more and more of you to him, and to the beaten and bloodied man who breathed heavily on the floor.

With one deep, longing kiss against the front of your panties, his groan sending tingles through your entire body, Oz turned away from you, his attention now with new enemy.

“I want you to sit there, squinting through those two black eyes you got, and watch me do what you will never get the chance at. I want you to watch me make her cum.”

He wheeled the chair to the side slightly, offering you in full view to the room, and pulled your pants to the side. The man on the floor turned his head, slowly and painfully, to the ground.

“Oh what, now you’re gonna show a modicum of respect? You look at me! Look me in the eyes you piece of shit.”

When he was certain that the man’s gaze was being held by his own, Oz slipped one large finger between your folds, teasing at your entrance. He pressed it in further and out again, completely, returning it with another one of his fingers, pressed in and exploring your cunt. Wet sounds filled the room as he inserted his digits up to the knuckles, his rings teasing at your lips, cold and hard compared to his warm and soft digits. He crooked them inside of you, pressuring spots that had you groaning under his touch, writing on the top of the cabinet and thrusting yourself into him. At a slight yelp, his fingers ring deep in you, he withdrew them completely, a small trail of your arousal following them. He brought his fingers up and to his face, inhaling at them the way he did his cigars before he lit them, and putting them completely in his mouth, sucking your slick off of it and moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Oz laughed, sneering at the man in the corner, turning his full attention to you. He shifted you forward on the surface, pressing his face against your pussy, at the perfect height to devour you. He pressed his palms against your thighs and rubbed them up, curving around your waist and taking your dress up with them, letting it sit at your waist as he lowered his hands again, fingers dipping into your panties and pulling them down and off, tucking them into the pocket of his suit jacket.

He pressed his face to you, slightly crooked nose making contact first, rubbing against you as his tongue pressed out and in between your lips, flicking up and down quickly, lapping at the already copious amounts of your juices. He moaned in pleasure, looking up at you as you ran your hands through the thinning hair on top of his head, fingers digging into the thicker hair at the sides to pull him closer into you, desperate for his touch and the sounds of approval. As if he was reading your thoughts, he pulled back slightly, licking your lips in between his words

“Baby, tell him how good I am. Tell him…mmm…how good Daddy feels…how nice his tongue is against your clit…how you would never want some disgusting low life…hmm…to touch you when you…oh…when you have Oswald Cobblepot to take care…of you.”

Through your breathy moans you managed to get some words out, stammered slowly as your body threatened to reach an early climax, the threats, the dramatic show of it all, the way his breath, how against you, warmed you from the pit of your stomach to your flushed red cheeks.

“Daddy you feel…so…good.”

“Yeah…god you taste so good for daddy…hmmm…he does it better than anyone else could, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Tell him you’re mine, tell him you’re all mine.”

“You’re all mine Daddy…Please don’t stop! Make me cum, only you can. Please…please…”

At your begging, he flattened his tongue and pressed it into you, his self-satisfied laughter sending waves of pleasured sensations through your whole body. And with his tongue moving to circle your clit, he wrapped his mouth around you and sucked, pressing the bud between his teeth, feeling the different texture of the one golden one against you as he shook his head from side to side, moaning as he buried his face deeper between your thighs. One finger teased at you, legs spread and gaping, and before he had even worked it completely in you, you started screaming out his name, over and over again as you came. Barely any of you touched the cabinet, because Oz was there licking it up, ingesting every drop of you he had managed to tease you. As you shuddered, overstimulation threatening a scream from your lungs, he pulled back, smiling up at you and winking.

From his pocket, he pulled out a monogrammed handkerchief and wiped your cum from his chin, tucking it back in with your panties. He took your hand and helped you hop down from the cabinet, holding you when your legs, still shaking and weak from your orgasm, failed under you slightly. He kissed your forehead, holding you into him.

“Good girl.” He whispered it softly in your ear, a smile audible on his face, though your eyes were closed as you swayed on weak legs in a dream-like state. He held your hand in his and walked you out of the room, stopping before the man for a moment, where Oz spat down at him.

“That’s the only taste of her you’ll ever get, you fuckin’ dog.”

Outside of the door, Oz jabbed his thumb towards the room, sending his goons back in to finish the task at hand. He led you down the stairs, where you could hear the echoes of the pleading, begging him.

“Please Mr. penguin, sir! Please don’t-” but they were stopped abruptly by whatever horrific end was planned for him. Oz led you to the bar, one arm on your lower back, gently touching to guide you through the crowds, the bartenders already pouring drinks at the sight of him. He sat you down on a stool, hand on your knee and brushed your hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek.

“You did the right thing trying to come to me Princess. You know Daddy’s here to protect you, always.” You placed your palm on his chest, and he placed his hand over yours, holding you close as he bent forward to kiss your forehead again, humming in pleasure just from having you near him.

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[darklinaforever]

How does the fact that Namor didn't actually want to kill the queen take away his agency ? Namor does a lot of things on his own during the film, on his own initiative, which have consequences. How could one accident take away all of his agency ?

We are not in HOTD, where the bad guys are reduced to systematically committing crimes BY accidents.

Namor does things by himself, and on his own. God, he decided to attack Wakanda and its people ! An already horrible thing. How could he not have an agency in this movie ?!

By the way, when did I deny that Namor was responsible for Ramonda's death ? It very clearly is, in part. Besides, isn't it also negating Queen Ramonda's agency to blame everything on Namor regarding her death? (Yes, it is)

Then, yes he threw the water bombs. Did I say otherwise ? No. Just be realistic. Nobody would have drowned, if the floor hadn't been GLASS. What Namor didn't know.

It's just a fact.

How on earth was he supposed to know then (as this person says in an obviously very calm way), that the queen was going to drown for sure ?

Oh I know ! He could not.

Also, for a guy who "planned" to kill the queen, he actually looks pretty shocked after that :

Yes, he threatened the queen earlier in the film. But that was in case she revealed to Americans the existence of her people. Which she didn't, so he had no direct reason to kill her. From what we've seen, Namor keeps its promises, even the most horrible. Why wouldn't he have respected this one ?

Also, there is no certainty that upon entering the room he would have killed the queen with his own hands if the bombs hadn't done the job. Find me a single scene that insinuates it ? I know there isn't. It's just a flawed personal interpretation.

Ah, and from the dialogue that follows, Namor still gives Wakanda the choice of being an ally or an enemy. Outside, directly killing the queen of said people, in addition to the offensive attack, would not be very intelligent if he still hoped for an alliance, even forced, with Wakanda.

Yes, he still attacked and killed people in Wakanda. However, here is the context : People of the people of Namor are dead. As a result, he has come to kill people in Wakanda, in order to show what he is capable of. A form of personal justice, stemming from his own twisted moral code as an anti-hero.

Pretty classic.

On the other hand, killing the queen was useless. It went directly against the very words of the character, who always seems to keep his word, as well as his remaining goal of forcing an alliance with Wakanda in the end.

Namor is a god, I think he has a modicum of brains.

Then I will repeat myself, but Namor (again) is an immortal god, who was literally full of rage, because members of his people, (the equivalent of his children) whom he always placed above- above all for centuries, were killed by an envoy of the QUEEN. As a result, it's kind of logical that he wouldn't be any more compassionate than that by the time he realizes she's dead, let alone even react to help her when she's still alive and let her drown. Yes, I dare.

Think for a second, even if it was not his initial goal to kill Ramonda, I remember that he judges that because of her, people of his people, whom he places above everything, died !

It's not impossible that Namor didn't want to kill the queen in the first place, but that resentment and the desire for revenge could very well have blinded him beyond common sense when he saw Ramonda's death happen. It is the heart of the film, I recall, to be blinded and consumed by revenge.

Namor, probably : Oh, the queen is dying ? Well, because of her members of my people died. She really dead ? Shit ! Collateral damage. It's war anyway.

Also, beyond that his face looks shocked at the death of the queen, it also seems fair to say that he seems to regret it.

Then, I think the actor knows a minimum of his character. And what he says is not delusional with what was shown on the screen. So why would that be a wrong take ? Why is this not possible ?

I know why, because it shatters your view of Namor as a ruthless assassin. The thing is, everything I said is true, or at least potentially matches what the movie just showed. So frankly, you can say whatever you want. Write all the messages in capital letters in the world, you won't make me change my mind. Nobody will. 

Of course, you are free to have and share your opinion, that's not a problem, but with a minimum of respect is that too much to ask ? Otherwise, you will find yourself stuck like these people.

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[emeryleewho]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Hello!

So I know you sent this awhile ago and I took ages to get to it, but I just really wanted to do this justice because this is such a big ask and I take my responsibilities as a fan very seriously. I'm also going to have to caveat the fact that "all of the media that I have loved" is too many media to be able to truly answer this question with 100% accuracy, so instead, I opted for

My Top 10 Favorite Characters (In Recent Memory) That I Feel Best Portray What I Love In Characters (But I'm Very Sorry To Anyone Who Should've Been On This List But I Just Kind of Forgot) in no particular order:

Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)

I am sorry to be a basic bitch, but Gojo may be my favorite character in anything ever. I hate that I am so predictable, but the white haired anime character trope absolutely kills me. Also, I am obsessed with a character who is like... too op to function, but also still very flawed. Also characters who are Sunshine Silly Goofs on the surface but so haunted and devastating under the surface. I admire the way he's The Great Protector of everyone but also makes sometimes callous choices, and I am obsessed with the fact that he is essentially the god of their world, but is still just... so very fragile and human. Also, like, he's so hot. Just so hot. That's also important.

2. Daddy Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen)

I literally cannot stand watching this show. Like I want to throw up watching it because I love these bitches so much. Anyway, I tried REALLY hard not to like Nanami. Like I fought it so hard because he was obviously a doomed character from his intro, but I could not stop myself because I love the Sulky Blonde anime character trope for some reason, but also like... he's so hot. I want to watch him do my taxes. Also like... he's so relatable. Doesn't want to work overtime. Doesn't want to keep playing this shitty game where everyone dies young and bathes in the blood of teenagers, but also like, what? You expect him to work in corporate hell? Just let people die? He's not gonna fucking do that. He's that voice of reason every anime group probably needs, but he's also so hot, and like so grumpy but so kind, and so Responsible and Mature, but also so soft, and I love the way he takes care of those damn kids, okay? I just... *runs away sobbing*

3. Kurapika (HunterxHunter)

My favorite trope when I was younger was the "looks like they could kill you but is actually a sweetie" thing, but as I've gotten older, I've really come to appreciate what it is to be fully capable of being an all-powerful, cold-blooded killer and just... choose not to do that. Kurapika is the epitome of "character I just want to hug and protect forever" because he's been through so much and it's only made him stronger, but also like he shouldn't have to go through all that? And I adore that he's so mature and so strong and so capable and he protects everyone and puts villains in their place and all that jazz but he's also just a sweet kid who loves his friends and I love him so much oh my god.

4. Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow)

(See above regarding Kurapika) I have talked about Iron Widow as one of my favorite books of all time, but while Li Shimin is just a fabulous fucking character who once upon a time definitely would've been my favorite, Gao Yizhi stole my heart by just... being pretty... like soft pretty boy but also don't look at him too long because the devil burns behind his eyes and he will kill you. That is the finest of aesthetics, but also like... this man is so concerning. I would not trust him for a moment. And yet, he is just whipped for Wu Zetian, and that is literally what everyone should look for in a boyfriend.

5. Dazai (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Speaking of concerning, I first fell in love with Dazai because I loved how much he wants to die (don't call the cops, this was like a decade ago, and I am better now), but tbh I love how cute and silly and flirty he is on the surface to cover up the fact that he is just a downright nightmare of a human being. This man is a menace. He could kill literally anyone. And in another life, he probably would have, but now he's just chilling, taking care of his kids and fucking with his ex, and I love that for him. He is literally the perfect villain, and yet... he's not really doing anything that bad anymore. Go figure.

(Also, sidenote, I recently read No Longer Human, and not only did it give me a profound appreciation for Osamu Dazai as a person, but it really put his character into context that makes me adore this show even more, so yeah.)

6. Shinobu (Demon Slayer)

She is so mad. She is so angry. Yet she is a cutesy little girl in butterfly garb floating around saving people, I--yeah, it's very clear from this list that I have a type, but whatever. I love Shinobu because she's small and tiny and sweet, but she's also a major badass who can and will kill you. She's the only hashira who's physically too weak to decapitate demons so she kills them with poison, like??? This girl said "the gods didn't make me powerful, so I made me powerful", and that is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. She's surviving on spite alone, and she's whooping everyone's asses that way. An icon. A true hero. I adore her.

7. Vanitas (The Case Study of Vanitas)

This one's back to my roots, but I love a tragic character like Vanitas. I just... I love a man so broken you have to wonder if he's even a person anymore. I love how wretched and painful and horrific his past is and how divorced he feels from humanity, and also like those little claws get me every time. Idk. I know, I'm weird. Whatever. The flippant, antagonistic, flamboyance on the surface to cover an empty, wretched, devastated soul underneath just struggling to survive? *chef's kiss*

8. Scorpion King (Word of Honor)

Scorpion King is basically the opposite of all my above examples, but I love him for the same reasons. This is a man who is heartless, ruthless, an absolute murderer. He kills for fun. He has no regard for human life... EXCEPT HIS FUCKING GODFATHER. Like this is a villain who could easily have burned the entire world with his cunning and power and literally all he wanted was for his dad to fucking love him??? He would have broken himself down day in and day out just for that affection, and that's the sort of sick, twisted, vile love I want to see in a villain. Just the sort of absolutely poisoned, twisted, abusive affection that makes me absolutely feral. He could have been the ULTIMATE villain, and he was absolutely DESTROYED because he just wanted to be LOVED. Delicious.

9. Muichiro (Demon Slayer)

This is a BABY. Just... A BABY!!! Literally a tragic character, but what I love about him is just how casually perfect he is. He's supposed to be weak, pathetic, useless. He is NOT. He comes off kind of airheaded at the beginning, but he is truly just... the most impressive. I want to protect him always, but also, everyone should be scared of him. (Except me, I am good to him so he will be kind to me in turn :))

10. Crowley (Good Omens)

Once again, an exceptional villain. Or, you know, could be, except he fell in love with an annoying fucking angel so now he's barely a menace, mostly just kind of a fool who wastes his time around a bookshop all day (both relatable and kinda aspirational, ngl). I love Crowley both because he is so not evil that it's actually kinda funny despite having all the evil energy and aesthetic, but the thing I love MOST about him is the way he just absolutely spits in the face of gender. Gender who? He wouldn't know. He is all gender. He is no gender. He is the divine lord of gender, and I worship at his feet in the hopes that he'll give me a little gender as a treat. Just truly a trans icon AND a menace at the same time, and I can think of nothing better. (Also, I have a thing for David Tennant. Always have. His accent does things for me so this doesn't help. Whoops.)

Anyway, yes, this concludes my Top 10 Characters [blah, blah...] List. If you are not familiar with any of the above media, I highly recommend them, but also like... these are not Wholesome(tm) and simple media. I like weird shit. If that was not obvious from my talking about these freaks, now you know. Be warned.

Also thank you for the ask!!!

#this was the hardest post I've ever made ngl #I appreciate the challenge but also my brain is tired lmfaoooo #asks #fandom #anime #c dramas #books #fiction #characters #blorbos

[tacogoats]

I keep thinking about this.

so I need to test this on another char to see what happens too as I am in the middle of doing another redeemed Durge run, but I find it super fun (but wait there's more) how my pro-bhaal durge got a different narrator bit in the Orin confrontation, But my redeemed/rejecting bhaal one got a much longer one. the video looks like it was cut fast because I noticed it was different IMMEDIATELY. more under cut. rambling.

This is where I start ranting despite being happy it was different.

Like, having done my redeemed durge run first it's kind of insane doing the evil-er route and seeing just how much the game lacks in content for an evil run. I've seen ye olde 'but Larian said evil players would get rewarded materially!' and oh my god that is a fuckin' lie. You get way more goodies for doing quests with surviving NPCs most of the time lmao. I apparently will not get an epilogue with this dark urge in the above video because I plan to do the evil ending as well. I get why, but it still sucks the evil runs are basically given nothing.

Coming from SWTOR (Star Wars: The Old Republic) it kinda drives me nuts with how some games tackle morality systems - SWTOR also fell victim to the same thing sometimes, but overall I liked seeing what the writing team noted as 'evil' and 'good'. Even when it was just plain weird and frustrating it was fun to pick at.

My most favourite examples are the Black Talon flashpoint.(flashpoints are basically dungeons - so instanced areas that you play with others. Black Talon is also the first flashpoint for Imperial players.)

The jist of Black Talon is that you are on a ship (named the Black Talon lol) that is a transport ship, but you are called upon by the Grand Moff (basically big naval military leader) to board a Republic ship and capture a defector who is going to spill lots of beans. The Moff basically doesn't leave you the option to refuse, and the crew doesn't like this at all. You fight your way to the bridge and can commandeer the ship by a) killing the captain who disobeyed the Moff's order or b) basically telling the crew and captain to listen Or Else

This is obviously a dark/light option but it's not the one I'm about to pick at. The one I want to pick at is after you've basically ripped your way through soldiers boarding the Black Talon, AND boarding the enemy ship yourself, you find the defector.

He is a high-level military leader (simply named 'The General' by the Moff. The name is apt as he tells you he was a general once) who defected because he's 'seen too much' and realized both sides in this war were going to destroy each other. He gives you a lot of cryptic words about and even adds if you'd seen what he's seen you'd understand. He thought that he would perhaps be able to cause a stalemate, but it's too late, actually. He is also actively dying.

He tells you he won't get to an escape pod in time with his stomach bleeding out, so what will you do with him and his cybernetic implant full of secrets? (This is important for later!)

You have two choices.

a) Take him into custody. Where, he remarks, 'I'll be tortured and executed" and if he's lucky, he may instead live the rest of his life in a cell.

b) you can kill him.

Guess which side is the Dark, and which is the Light?

There are options that happen sometimes where you are performing a mercy-kill, they're rare, but they happen. This is not one of them lol.

I would really argue that taking him prisoner is the much worse option here. The more you play of the game, the more you learn that handing him off to Imperial Intelligence (which is basically secret service of the Empire) is the worst possible thing you can do to someone. You learn this especially quickly if you play as an Imperial Agent, one of the four starter classes SWTOR's Imperial faction offers.

If you know anything about Star Wars - even if you just know the movies - you know the Empire is pretty brutal, but honestly it's a whole different degree of insane when you go to Old Republic era because you get all that additional context *playing* as someone part of it. You see what your own Dark vs Light decisions are and what tools are available to Imperial Intelligence.

Remember I said the cybernetics was important for later? In the Agent storyline you come across a young man who has cybernetics, and you have the option to basically crack them open and grab what you need directly from his brain. This is after you bring him near to death and he very briefly begs you not to; but... someone else who just wants the job done - a man who used to work with Intelligence and was subsequently discarded by them - just wants you to do it because it's quicker and he can do the hard work, anyway. He will actually say that it's lucky they found a cyborg.

Dark options are often 'do bad thing, get reward faster' in SWTOR. Sometimes they'll make your job harder because you did a stupid thing, but usually it's the former.

Anyway, it's absolutely horrifying how you can literally just jam a USB into this guy's *brain* and basically grab what you need - all the while the victim is in excruciating pain - and it does so much damage you basically turn his brain into mush. Again, you can leave him like this or mercy kill him. I have to go back and look because I don't remember what was Light or Dark in this. IIRC, your companion is very unsettled by it. (Kaliyo, the companion, is a violent anarchist and is very 'Dark' leaning but IIRC this upsets her.)

So knowing this; and knowing the General has cybernetics... The Light option being to spare him sounds bizarre, doesn't it? The Moff actually gets very annoyed at you when you simply kill him, but overlooks it because at least the military secrets aren't in enemy hands, and he's in a good mood so why not.

SWTOR often has the ye olde "Save someone's life so it's the good option" but rarely takes into account the morality issue of prolonging their death - which is interesting, because obviously there's the whole question of someone *asking* to die or not, which is probably part of it honestly.

Situation two also has to do with cybernetics and is a bit juicier.

Once again in the Imperial side of things: you are tasked with storming a rogue Sith's compound to find a missing unit of soldiers on the capital world of Dromund Kaas. The sergeant pleads with you to find them, and she adds she's quite close to 'her boys'. She wants them home safe.

You do not find them in any thing resembling being able to come home 'safe'.

Grathan, the rogue Sith, was conducting experiments on them. Specifically, stuffing their brains into cyborgs - and he had succeeded. I have a video of this I myself recorded (11 years ago, wow):

You find the last of the unit, somewhat alive. He has also been shoved inside a machine and remarks he can see his corpse across the table. He explains to you that despite having no will of their own anymore (which he stammers out between fighting the programming trying to squash whatever is left of his free will), they are all very much *awake* and aware; so you are given two options as always. Light: Kill them. Dark: Have them be taken by the Empire and used as soldiers anyway.

So this is a mercy kill for obvious reasons - and the remaining soldier *asked* you to put an end to them. The sergeant later will be upset but thanks you for not letting them suffer if you do this. If you do the dark option, she is also upset but for different reasons and remarks she will have to contact the families.

So these are just two options in a massive, MASSIVE game but I find it interesting that BG3 kinda follows the same idea of 'do bad, get quicker reward' but the reward is. just. moving to the end of the game faster. I really can't think of many instances where the 'Bad' option nets you a better reward than the good option either, except like... Getting the +2 STR potion for making Astarion bite Araj, or letting Ethel live if you choose to confront her. Or the Slayer form, I guess. Which isn't that great depending what class you are anyway...? (I definitely don't need it on a cleric lol)

Also let's look at Minthara for a second. You are trading Halsin for her, and if you continue doing Evil route options - you also lose Jaheira and Minsc. It's weird. BG3 makes me feel like I'm having a shorter, less content filled run by playing evil - and while SWTOR's morality is mostly on par, it never made me feel like I was missing out on content by doing the evil run stuff.

Part of that is probably due to it being a MMO but man.

I've been hammering this out at work so I may add more to it later but I am really itching for games to tackle morality systems with more branching options than this. KOTOR 2 did some fun things with turning your allies to the Dark side but it was still very 'I kick puppies' levels of evil choices.

If you have suggestions please leave any :)

#bg3 critical #sorta #like it's a gameplay difference but im also shaking my fist #bg3 dark urge spoilers #swtor critical #just lots of rambling sorry adkjfhdafh

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5, 18, 27, 33, 74 for the ask game?

5. tell us some funny drunk stories.

oh god do i have many! my weird quirk is thinking its a lovely idea to message people when im drunk. im sure several of my mutuals and irl friends have gotten random drunk messages from me.

my favorite story must go to when i was about 16 or 17 in a foster home. for some reason, my foster mom thought it was a nice idea to have an unlocked liquor cabinet just there, even after knowing i formally had some minor alcohol issues. so one night i snuck some whiskey and one shot turned to two and so on. i ended up ordering a lifesize cardboard cutout of pat sajak from wheel of fortune. already funny, but apparently i never got around to changing the shipping address from the apartment my family moved out of like 2 years ago and is rented by someone else now. well i forget about the order and some poor guy got lifesized pat sajak just show up to his house. scrolling on facebook a month or so later and this guy i didnt know posted something like "what in the world just showed up to my house" with a picture of a lifesized pat sajak cutout. congrats sir.

18. can you drive?

i sure can! i actually didn't get my license until i was 20 tho.

27. what was the last book/movie that really impressed you?

this depends. are we talking rewatches/rereads or are those disqualified.

if rewatches count i obviously have to say out 1 (1971). i rewatched it with a friend and i just... god... every time. idk that film just scratches an itch deep in my soul.

and if we're only counting things ive seen recently, ive got to give it to person (1966). this film went far above my expectations. whole time i was just immersed in it. its not something i would have expected to enjoy so much but the tone and vibe of the film was just perfect.

33. something you're good at?

oh god idk. i guess poetry is kind of my thing. its been an outlet for me since i was really young and i kind of expanded on that into adulthood. a lot of people are surprised i enjoy such a hobby as i am actually dyslexic and neurodivergent in other forms as well. however its a very strong passion of mine. ive been certified in poetry therapy for i believe 6 years now. i don't do it as much as i used to but ive taught one on one and group classes for disabled. neurodivergent, and otherwise struggling kids to learn how to express themselves through poetry. as you can see, im very proud of it.

74. favorite candy?

i love fruity gummy stuff. swedish fish are my BELOVED>

#ask game #god i rambled sorry #thanks for the asks so much!!!!