#(with the whole going from a closed off character who does everything himself to working in tandem with everyone in the finale)

[vaguely-concerned]

the more I play the more I think lucanis basically knows it's illario who betrayed him right from the beginning (he's had a year in the ossuary to think. not that many people knew where he was going. when you ask him 'did Illario know you'd be on that ship' his only answer is the hardest flattest 'yes' you ever heard). so it's not so much about figuring out who the traitor is (because that's ludicrous. we all know. immediately. they didn't really bother to hide it lmao) as about methodically closing off every single avenue of denial lucanis has clung to that whole time with as much or little gentleness as you might prefer until he has no choice but to admit it. because the moment he has to admit it, he'll have to do something -- feel something -- about it. and that's such a catastrophic event in lucanis' inner landscape (he has had TWO people in this whole entire world up until now and will do anything to hold on to them with a heartbreaking child-like desperation, even at and especially through the detriment of his own self) that he'd rather just. not. what if we quite simply. didn't. what if we just stayed here in the emptiness where we can both pretend you didn't hurt me in a way I should never forgive. I have so much practice in that with caterina already it's always worked out great for everyone so far. (press x to fucking doubt but that's trauma logic for you lol)

after everything illario did, so much of the storm of lucanis' emotions around it is 'what the FUCK did you get yourself tangled up in this time and how do I get you out of this mess safely'. what's worse: the fact that your brother murdered you, or that he put himself in horrible danger doing so and thus exposed you to the risk of losing him forever. lucanis' heart certainly has an opinion here and it's fucking unhinged (affectionate)

the themes of dissociation in lucanis' character in general makes me feel nuts. allllll these contradictory messy things he needs to cut off from each other because they can't coexist or be easily reconciled inside him. but all remain stubbornly true separately anyway and will have their due one day. love and resentment. tenderness and fear and rage. terror and longing. love and freedom don't coexist. the burned out golden child anthem is playing in the background. he was always caterina's favourite and he has to keep striving to deserve that dubious honour with every breath he takes and then, presumably, mercifully, some day he will die and be excused and can rest. and until now he's suppressed all the -- natural, healthy, protective! -- negative feelings that threaten the few attachment relationships he actually has, at the cost of ever actually having his needs for connection and safety met and leaving his core self imprisoned and compromised. and spite goes 'what. no. that's dumb fuck that' (*spite voice* I do not understand that and even if I did I would not respect it) and does not allow him to fall back into that, which I think is what saves his life, ultimately. it took being possessed by a demon for lucanis to even contemplate telling anyone he loves 'no' in any way, but hey. whatever gets you there right lol

lucanis is dealing with the freeze response allll the way down baby. and he was even before the ossuary, that just turbo powered it and brought it to a breaking point way before it could happen naturally. but something was going to break eventually no matter what, and I'm just glad that in the end, through the power of friendship and also pure spite, it doesn't have to be him

[coffee-fueled-cookie]

The Eltingville Club as parents

Josh Levy

Is a girl dad through and through (trust me guys, all fat guys should be girl dads)

Probably grows up to be a big fan of anime, but they'd both share a love for Star Wars. They watched the spin-off cartoons and movies, and she definitely dragged him to the new movies

He has tried to sit and watch through her animes, didn't like the cutesy magic girl ones until he actually sat down and watched Madoka Magica

Does enjoy Dragon Ball Z, so trust he put her on that

As for his collection, there are still important pieces that he keeps in cases, he probably has a space dedicated to them, maybe his office, but if something just simply won't gather value overtime then he for sure passes it off to her

This resulted in him crying over a chewed up Darth Vader doll (she was teething)

If his daughter grows up to wanna do cosplay he's definitely gonna have to straighten up about hus behavior, if he imagines guys like Bill talking about girls like his daughter??? Oh god, he'll have a heart attack

Took her to her first comic-con and basically hovered the whole time. Did, in fact, knock the mask off some pervy storm trooper

They've definitely had the problem about him being so stifling and protective, he feels a lot like his mom amd thinks about her a lot

Jerry Stokes

Oh brother, like father like son, those two are absolute dorks through and through, his clone basically popped out of his wife

As soon as his son is old enough, Jerry is hopping on making him a character sheet. He's teaching him Magic the gathering, painting him little miniatures

Was the dad that made his kid pick a Pokémon starter on the 1st birthday

Jerry has since found his place and enjoys the friends he has, but having someone so close that he can understand him and vice-versa is refreshing, especially since it's his own kid

They go to ren-fair for sure, the costumes are suuuppperr dorky, but it's fun

Jerry definitely struggles with his kid growing up and going off and doing his own thing. He definitely worries about who his kid is making friends with

He just doesn't want his kid making the same mistakes he did, even if his kid has proved that he can make good choices and make good friends

Bill Dickey

Oh god, everyone run, it's Bill, but a girl

Yeah, he has a daughter. No one knows how tf it happened, but it did

She's super bossy, super particular, and it's hell on earth, especially because he ends up wrapped around her pinky

Divorced dad core, definitely not married to the woman that had his girl

Surprisingly very present though

She's into Star Trek and mostly everything he's into, but on top of that, she's probably doing amazing academically

Raising a feminist, and he can't give credit to himself

Probably got it from mom

While she's terrible and has his nasty attitude, they actually get along too well

Bill, at some point, finally drops that femoid crap, it's hard to unlearn but it happens

Does that mean he's a feminist? No.... They still fight as much as they get along, especially because he can kinda put her down and doubt her a lot, doesn't help she's his kid

'I know better than you' mindset, it's not good

The fights don't even get resolved, they just choose to forget and next thing you know they're bonding over some old ass show Bill watched as a kid

It's exhausting but hey, they make it work somehow

Pete Dinunzio

(If this shit went accurately, he probably pumped and dumped, so he wouldn't be raising his kid)

BUT LET'S IMAGINE OTHERWISE

The dad that picks up his son every other week/weekend. It's always awkward the first half hour, but usually, he lightens up

He has for sure fought with mom about the stuff he keeps in his house

It's mostly posters from rated r films and the occasional prop from Sick Mofo

Finally, he just throws all the shit in one room and calls it an office, as for keeping it locked? He doesn't think that far

"The fun parent" or rather the enabler. He kind of encourages bad behavior, the guy to be like, "You can drink/smoke as long as it's at the house."

If his kid ends up into the shit he's into, then awesome for him, if not? He's kinda indifferent

Fell asleep once while watching his boy as a toddler, woke up to the police at his door and holding his kid (he didn't lock the door and the toddler ran out)

If they all met up again as parents, the other kids would probably be advised not to hang around him

Not because he's like a predator, he's just a bad influence, and his boy probably grew up alongside those influences and wouldn't be very nice or sympathetic either

[chronosdawn]

I love the whole reverse isekai Caleb thing and I think I need more of it (Caleb or the other LIs). Thank you for that post🫶

Hi anon, I'm really glad you liked the reverse isekai Caleb post! Reverse isekai and isekai are some of my favourite tropes so I spend a not insignificant amount of time thinking about them. Because Caleb and Xavier are my top two faves, I have the most thoughts on them at the moment so here are my reverse isekai Caleb and Xavier headcanons (I will have a think about the other LIs and try to post about them at a later date ;) ).

Warnings for canon-typical Caleb behaviour and some mature implications in Xavier's section.

Also just for anyone who's not familiar with the term, reverse isekai is where a fictional character ends up in the "real" world. My take on it for Love and Deepspace is that the LIs have been able to percieve you as the player with MC effectively acting as their link to you in game before suddenly finding themselves in our world.

Caleb

As I alluded to in this post Caleb WILL basically take over when it comes to household chores. It's pretty hard to stop him as by the time it occurs to you that you should vacuum the floors or do the laundry, he's already doing it. He also makes it a point to learn what your favourite foods and in no time at all, he's making them to a higher standard than most restaurants.

Caleb wants to know everything about you, your likes, your dislikes, who you're close to in this world, your quirks, etc. He tried to glean as much as he could from the other side of the screen but now he's no longer confined to the game world, he's going to take advantage of it. He's very observant when it comes to you so he picks up on a lot without you ever actually telling him, meaning you don't necessarily catch on until you one day realise he seems to know you better than people you've been friends with for years.

If you have a good relationship with your family, Caleb will 100% want to not only meet them but also ingratiate himself into the household. He doesn't push, but if you mention going to see them, he'll suggest he comes along (he wants to make sure you get there safely and isn't it easier if you have someone along to carry your luggage?). It doesn't help that when he's making an effort to be likeable, Caleb's honestly pretty difficult for even the most stern parent to dislike. He's good-looking, very helpful around the house and so obviously dotes on you that chances are even if you insist the two of you aren't dating, you will then be faced with some level of doubt.

Speaking of which, basically everyone you end up introducing Caleb to (which is almost everyone you know because he is extraordinarily good at inserting himself into your life—dropping off lunch for you at work and meeting your colleagues in the process, getting you to introduce him to your friends when he comes to pick you up after a night out or after he encourages you to invite them over) will assume you're together because there is no other way to explain how he acts around you that makes even a single bit of sense.

On the subject of dating, Caleb absolutely does not push for it all, especially if you appear to have no interest. It's not that he doesn't want to be involved with you like that, he really, really does, but he's honestly just so happy to finally be in the same world as you, to able to take care of you like this, that he doesn't want to jeopardize that. You'll still be able to catch the longing in his eyes when he looks at you though.

Xavier:

This man is a complete menace in a reverse isekai setting and only about 50% of it is on purpose.

Do NOT leave Xavier unattended in your kitchen. He WILL try to cook for you and he is just trying to be helpful but he WILL almost burn your house down. If you like cooking for yourself, he'll also want to join in, you can get around this by giving him simple tasks that are far away from any sources of ignition.

While you're out at work or college during the day, Xavier will spend his time napping and making his way through your book collection. This doesn't sound particularly hazardous and it isn't unless your book collection contains any romance books featuring spicy scenes. If it does, then when you get home, expect to be met with the sight of Xavier lounging on your furniture, heavy lidded blue eyes looking up at you over the top of a book you recognise all too well as he asks whether you like that sort of thing. Unless you want to be part of a very enthusiastic re-enactment later on, you'll need to tell him a firm no.

In terms of the positives of suddenly having Xavier living with you, if you have a poor sleep schedule, he proves pretty effective at fixing it. As it turns out, it’s much harder to put off going to bed when you have a man with the face of an angel asking if you’re staying up because you don’t want to cuddle with him.

While he’s far less coddling than Caleb, Xavier’s also pretty good at picking up on your moods and acting accordingly. If you seem down, he’ll softly suggest you go out somewhere. If you’re worn out, you’ll find yourself being drawn into a nap on the couch.

If you introduce Xavier to any of your male friends, he’s not outwardly rude to them but prepared for him to subtly position himself between you and them while you’re talking, along with much more obviously linking his fingers with yours.  Also if you have any Love and Deepspace merch of any of the other LIs, maybe put it somewhere out of sight unless you want to have a hard time walking the next day.

[amplexadversary]

I'm going to say something horrible and I hope you forgive me for it

But I think you just worked out what Chibodee's homestuck/sburb classpect is.

He's a Maid of Hope

(Though I could also see an argument for Heir. )

Chibodee's position as a symbol of hope conflicts with his struggle to stay optimistic without some sort of external encouragement, like his fans have hope because of him, and he in turn only has hope because of them, in this essay I will

[glitchinginthegarden]

Woke up with thoughts so here we go:

Johnny’s behavior early in the game makes 100% sense and I support it because it fits his character writing and situation.

I've been seeing a lot of newer cyberpunk players getting onto the "Johnny is an absolute piece of shit" / "why would anyone do anything for this douchebag" soapbox and they're entitled to that opinion BUT...

Coming from the perspective of having completed the game multiple times and done plenty of digging into the ttrpg stuff, it fits. We also have to keep in mind the unreliable narrator factor but that's another thing all together.

In the beginning (after the nightmare night), Johnny is playing the face of cool dude who's suddenly on V's side while actively attempting to manipulate them. This tracks for his character, yes, but also for Night City.

If their positions were swapped, I know for a fact my V would be doing the same exact thing to her unwilling host. Which, when you break it down, is simply an attempt to regain control over a situation where she has none.

I don't blame Johnny in the slightest for that at that point in the plot. It's in human nature to fight tooth and nail for survival. Why would that not extend to someone who's been trapped in soul prison for fifty years too?

He's just "escaped" Mikoshi only to wake up imprisoned (again) in the mind of a complete stranger. Can you blame him for trying to find an angle he can work there?

Because I don't.

Everything tells us yes, Johnny is an asshole who historically has generally only looked out for himself. But not that he's been actively or maliciously intent on causing harm to the people around him. He doesn't behave the way he does for the hell of it, he does it (in my opinion) because in the past, his flavor of manipulation has worked and usually gotten him what he wants.

Which brings me to another thing: I've also seen some comments about how he doesn't tell V certain things depending on how you talk to him. That he withholds more if V is nice than when they're more mean to him. And that also tracks for his character.

Now, I will say that I haven't played a lot of "be mean to Johnny" runs, but if he does drop more info for that, I'm not surprised. Case and point: the oil fields.

Johnny is a person who won't take shit seriously unless he gets a kick in the ass for his behavior. V has to call him on his bullshit to get that sweet approval boost for Don't Fear The Reaper. So, it ultimately it makes sense for him to cough up more information along the line if V isn't being nice about getting it or calls him on being a dodgy fuck. Johnny doesn't fuck with weak people unless he can use them, that's not a secret.

He's playing his cards close to his chest for the most part and it makes sense. He has sparingly few hands to play after 50 years in soul prison. Why would he show his spread to someone who, depending on where you are in the plot, ultimately wants to end him again and scrape him off their brain? He's trying to survive.

He's a disabled man with a grand total of eighty something years of untreated ptsd and people wonder why he's not forthcoming with what he knows? Of course he's not. It's unreasonable to expect that, and especially from a character like his.

The point I'm trying to get to here, I suppose, is that I support Johnny’s wrongs because they're in line with his character and that's part of what makes him so well written. Yes, he's an asshole. Yes, he manipulates and lies and cheats to serve his needs. But, c'mon, look at the whole picture. Look at the setting and the other players on the board, and tell me it doesn't make perfect sense.

[0viraptoraskblog]

Any headcanons about how btd/tpof characters would sleep with mc or without?(if they even let them sleep.) and also if they snore

Oh yes!!

Strade- He doesn’t move around much, but he might put an arm over you if you’re sleeping together. He does snore, and he sleeps pretty deeply— you could probably sneak out of bed and then come back without him knowing.

Ren- (canon answer) he’s quiet, but always moving and kicking in his sleep. I also think he clings a lot. He needs to hold onto you or nuzzle up against you. Sometimes it gets to the point where you can’t even get up to use the bathroom because he’s latched onto you.

Lawrence- Gato only said that “Lawrence sleeps like the dead” normally. That’s why at first, he’s kind of tense having someone else in his bed with him. He just kind of lays there and stares, until he finally lets himself calm down a little. He might gently hold/touch you if you don’t pull away. Once he falls asleep though, he clings. He doesn’t know he does that, but he locks onto you like his life depends on it. Don’t expect to get up before he does.

Sano- Sano sleeps pretty soundly. He’s quiet and for the most part stays still. Sleeping with an MC would depend on the situation— meaning, are you a doll, a regular MC that he liked, or an MC controlled by one of his centipedes? A quick rundown: Regular person/partner or one of his centipedes: clearly the centipedes are as sentient as a normal person (I’ll go into that when I release my Sano fan fiction I’ve been working on), so he’d treat them the same as any partner. He sleeps close to you, maybe spooning with you. Doll: He’d always tuck you in first, making sure everything’s perfect, and then get into bed himself. If he does cuddle you, he’d be careful about it. He knows you’re not exactly delicate, but he wants to keep you in pristine condition. He views you a little differently than just any other person.

Akira- I think he does toss and turn a bit. He’ll start out by holding your waist or something, and wake up on the whole other side of the bed pressed against the wall some days. I think he has a lot of intense dreams due to his job. And then some days he doesn’t move at all; he’s unpredictable. He only snores occasionally and it’s not very loud.

Rire- Simple. He sleeps soundly (and yet seems to wake up immediately if he ever needs to. You can’t sneak anything past him). Maybe the occasional hand resting on you, but that’s it.

Cain- Sleeps quietly. Looks too pretty in his sleep, more than he should be allowed. He would lay close to you, and maybe spoon if you ask nicely (and are behaving well).

Vincent- doesn’t move a ton, but does roll over in the way that pulls the blankets off of you while he’s sleeping. He might cuddle you, it’s more likely if you initiate it. I think he does snore sometimes. Farz would probably shove him a little to make him stop.

Farz- pretty basic. Mostly quiet and still, but will occasionally move around if he’s dreaming.

Derek- Pretty quiet. He doesn’t snore, but sometimes comes close (like, his breathing changes, that’s all). He’s more or less a ‘pretty sleeper’, surprisingly. If you’re sleeping next to him he doesn’t full on cuddle you, but he might put a hand over your stomach or something. Not a super heavy sleeper— I think he learned that from his siblings sneaking into his room to do who knows what when they were younger.

Celia- Quiet sleeper. She’s become more still due to a disconnection with her husband. When sleeping with you, she does like the physical touch, but she’d rather have you lean against her than spooning or something. That might change as she grows more attached to you, but who knows.

Mason- definitely snores. I don’t think he changes much sleeping with you or on his own. He doesn’t move much.

Fox- Same as Ren, but he doesn’t kick around as much. He definitely still hold you in his sleep.

I loved this ask ^^

[wisteria-lodge]

the problem with 'who would win in a fight' hypotheticals is that they never establish what Universe everyone would be fighting in. which changes everything. I will now use Superwholock to discuss:

SUPERNATURAL

Magic exists in this universe, so Sherlock would absolutely be able to make magical bombs and tracking spells with like three blades of grass and a shoe. HOWEVER, since he would be hit by the general film-noir ness / Kripke edge-lord energy, he WOULD also be actively relapsing, and sleeping on John's couch because he just got kicked out of the British Men of Letters. BUT, depending on where we are in the show's run, Sam and Dean might actually be doing worse, so that's a wash.

It wouldn't matter though. because in the Supernatural Universe the Doctor is 100% a mad angel-variant who in an authentic attempt to protect Earth, accidentally destroys and replaces God.

WINNER - DOCTOR

SHERLOCK

No sci-fi or fantasy elements, so the Doctor is now Mycroft's really high powered friend, and the fact that he seems to know everyone and work for every organization is a running joke. (Sherlock is convinced he's a con artist.) Considering both a higher budget to show longer and more complicated fights AND the trick shots people in the Sherlock Universe manage to pull off - I think Sam and Dean both get much luckier and more competent. (I get coerced-into-working-for-Moriarty vibes from them.)

They won't be able to beat the Doctor, who will have Deus Ex Machina powers, and Sherlock will definitely be able to trick them. BUT the Winchesters will probably go down taking Lestrade or some beloved secondary character with them.

WINNER - probably still the Doctor, but it's close.

DOCTOR WHO

The only universe where I don't see a straightforward fight happening, because that's not really how the Doctor likes to solve problems. When he does, he'll be poking fun at the concept by fighting with a spoon or while wearing pajamas or something. But Superwholock can still be in conflict, that's fine.

Sherlock and the Winchester brothers are both on the track of the Doctor (Sherlock is still a detective, the Winchesters are conspiracy theorists.) I think Sherlock would be cast in a 'skeptic' role, to contrast with Dean Winchester's 'believer' .... and I honestly don't like Sherlock's chances. The Doctor Who universe is too earnest for the narrative to treat skeptics well long-term. Dean honestly has 'Companion' written all over him, although it probably wouldn't be very long before he got himself killed in some heroic sacrifice, and he'd STAY dead in this universe. At which point Sam either becomes the Master, or is revealed to have been the Master the whole time. And Villain!Sam is pretty formidable even in his own cringefail universe, so... I can't say I love the Doctor's chances.

WINNER: TPK. No one walks out of there alive.

[jaehaeryshater]

Ygritte and her daughter Bael Whitewolf

art by: @nautieval

I am so grateful that my oomfie worked on this commission for me. This is literally my fifth Ygritte commission 😭😭😭 at this point I’m her biggest fan. I think that it turned out so beautifully. It’s also the first art I’ve paid for that includes Ygritte’s daughter beyond the fashion sheet Nata made me for the entire House in December. I love Ygritte and I love Bael, I’m so happy to see them together and see Ygritte as a mom. Obviously she has many faults and is a violent person, but at least with small children she canonically does have a soft spot and I think she would have loved being a mother so long as she didn’t have to compromise who she was a person.

This is from my AU where Jon becomes King Beyond The Wall before he abandons the Freefolk. The AU predicates on the theory that the Others will only negotiate with a Stark and that all other attempts to get rid of them will fail (obviously I don’t think this is true canonically but the AU is if it’s true), based on the very first chapter of AGOT where the Others were communicating over Royce, perhaps they were wondering whether he was a Stark, which would mean they should capture him instead of killing him. It actually isn’t all that relevant if it’s true, only if the Freefolk believe it is. Mance wants the best for his people and he wants them to survive, so he passes his metaphorical crown to Jon. That’s when Jon forms House Whitewolf and he marries Ygritte since he decides he will try to negotiate with the Wall instead of going back to them entirely (his need to feel important and needed of his own volition, especially since his brother was also King, is also a factor as to why he stays). Please please please, I am begging you, don’t complain that he’s married to Ygritte instead of Val. This all occurs without the Battle of Castle Black and with who Jon is as a person, the responsibility he feels he owes, and the fact that he believes he is in love with Ygritte, is the reason that in an attempt to maintain as close of a character as he was in the books, he marries her. If you want an AU where he marries Val, I encourage you to make it because it is quite fun to do. Back to the timeline, Bael is born on the march down to the Wall, where Jon is hoping he can get the Freefolk through. They don’t stop for long for her birth, only during Ygritte’s labor, then they continue, as time is of the essence. Bael is Jon’s heir until her brother is born three years later, which is a foreign concept to the Freefolk as they previously did not pass Kingship on that way. But she shares Jon’s blood and should Jon come to pass, she would be their only hope of ever communicating with the Others. She’s also important in the negotiation with the Wall as Alliser tries to coax Jon into giving up all his demands and surrender himself for execution as long as they let Bael and Ygritte through the Wall.

Ygritte is a very good mother and protective of her daughter. She loves her with all her heart, as does Jon, but as Jon is incredibly busy, she does have a special connection with her oldest child. She raises her up like a Freefolk woman and she’s as soft with her as a quencher of the Freefolk could be expected to be. She’s so proud of the human she’s created and that she has fulfilled her ultimate person from the Old Gods. When Jon is off in battle, she serves as a regent in her daughter’s best interest.

I have a whole headcanon post for this AU and House Whitewolf, if anyone is interested. I posted it on either November or December. I cover everything from Bael to the rest of the children, the children’s hobbies that are influenced by indigenous cultures. I talk about where the Freefolk eventually settle as well as what changes Jon makes to their culture and how him being King is different than Kings of the past.

I cannot think @nautieval enough, they honestly got this out really fast for me and didn’t need a lot of references. The art is super pretty, their commissions are open as of now so I of course encourage anyone and everyone to reach out and purchase a commission from them.

[danasevans]

wait ok im still thinking abt wilde west au. How do all the characters fit into the town??

tysm for asking bc i have THOUGHTS. this will be a hopefully brief crash course, some of them are more fleshed out than others but...

Robby: traveling doc who comes to help out a small town and gets more than he bargains for

Dana: owner and manager of the saloon, one of the pillars of the town. does most of the town's medical stuff by default, a lot of patching up day-to-day injuries and plenty of midwifery too. can treat a concussion with an ice pack and a shot of whiskey bc it's like 1938 who cares

Jack: the only doctor who lives in the town. came back shell shocked from ww1 with an amputation to deal with, too. keeps to himself, has a lot of bad habits thanks to Everything about having PTSD in the 1930s. Robby brings him out of his shell by being a stubborn asshole about it

Heather: town sherriff as she DESERVES. not super sure about Robby at first which leads to some very fun tension. immediately thinks he's hot which unfortunately for Robby makes her even more initially hostile

Frank: owns and operates the local general store. went to college, has a business degree, used to be insufferable about it but more chill now. he's a great husband and slightly overwhelmed dad

bonus - Abby: has to handle a lot of upkeep of the general store while also raising five children. will have a very important arc pretty early in the story because five kids is more than enough, thank you, and she and Dana show Robby that sometimes the less official, more under-the-radar medicine is what the patient needs

McKay: one of Myrna's working girls. first came to town when Harrison was a baby, running from the law after shit went down with her ex. hates men when she's off the clock. fast friends with Dana bc Dana is a girl's girl!!!!

putting the rest under a cut bc this post is getting long rip

Mohan: she's a farmhand but she bounces around between farms. she helps plan fields and markets and everything. when she first came to town people were skeptical but in the Dust Bowl economy someone as bright as her to help with the penny pinching is invaluable

Mel: works at Langdon's store in exchange for room and board. she and Becca live in a small attic apartment but they're close with Frank and Abby and are often invited down for meals. Abby appreciates having Mel for extra hands and Mel appreciates not being the only one there to watch after Becca

Santos: Trinity is the reason Dana and Myrna have beef. she came to Myrna's when she was WAY too young to be doing all that, and she already had plenty of trauma from the path that led her there. naturally Dana just fucking adopted her. Fourth Evans daughter. it takes Robby an insanely long time to learn Trinity is not, in fact, biologically related to Dana (she also works at the Saloon now, one of the few people Abbot tolerates)

Whitaker: his family owns a cattle ranch so that takes up a lot of his life. but he's kind and he's smart and he's gentle so he helps out Dana and Jack with some of the harder injuries-- he has a knack for setting bones or tying slings. when Robby comes to town he struggles between wanting to pursue medicine more or staying loyal to his family when they need him

Javadi: her father is the pastor, and her mother is very influential in town. she's fascinated by some of the crazier things going on but doesn't want to get into trouble. she gets super curious about the medicine and Robby and Abbot's whole Vibe when they show up. Eileen is exploding Robby in her mind bc of this

Perlah & Princess: work with Dana at the saloon. responsible for keeping the town gossip mill flowing-- a crucial job!!

Mateo: farmhand who's friends with everybody. I'll probably let him and Javadi get together bc I'm a sucker for sweet romance

I intend for most of the side characters to make appearances too but this is what i have so far!! came up with a lot of this while writing this post lol. thank you for asking bc i am Insane over this au

[jillvalentinezxo]

I will never forgive re6 for getting Chris so wrong <3

I have supporting evidence in the form of two things that happen in his introduction to Chris' campaign. 1. The sexist comment 2. The whole premise of Chris drinking his pain away instead of doing smth about it.

1. You might be like 'why is number 1 a big deal?'

In my opinion, it shows a fundamental misunderstanding of the character on a small scale that makes it easier to prove a point than trying to tackle the whole thing. I will only be addressing 2 points right now because they are fresh on my mind but they are INDICATIONS of the writers FUMBLING THE BAG.

When has Chris displayed language anywhere close to this? Twice. One in that scene, and another in a letter.

"Me? I just got back from a date with a hot chick. Bet you can guess what we got up to under her extra-large umbrella."

In this instance he's talking in code, and Claire finds it weird enough that she drops everything to try and find him. She specifically says that it doesn't sound like her brother.

Speaking of Claire, Chris raised her after their parents died. He clearly was good at it since she is so close to him and goes and risks her life twice for him. He only tries to keep her away because of her lack of training and her being his onlu remaining family, but when he realizes she can take care of herself he doesn't fight her involvement in things.

Jill is his partner in everything, they started the BSAA together and he trusts her full heartedly to take care of herself. He believed in her so hard that he was like "that girl ain't dead" even when it was very plausible that she was. His instinct is to protect her when she's weak but when she tells him to save the world he respects her wishes. Up until 6 he exclusively has female partners and never sexualizes or belittles them even jokingly ie Leon . Jessica THROWS HERSELF AT HIM and he actively unsexies every single thing she does or says.

He also trusts Rebecca back at the mansion to take care of herself too. He is the epitome of the man who is just unquestionably respectful of women and he doesn't make a big deal of it. It's shown through actions.

So when he said that I felt like it was out of character. It's like they were writing a scene for Leon and then the other team was like "we wrote a scene for Leon too and it actually has a presidential assassination in it which is cooler, you should change lanes".

It is way way more consistent with Leon's behavior from the line in question (I don't think he's misogynistic but this line wouldn't be that out of character for him) to the drinking himself silly. It just doesn't line up for Redfield.

2. Speaking of the drinking to Forget it is SO out of character for him.

Chris doesn't give up. He is like a hunting dog that can only ever be thrown off a scent for a little bit before he finds it again. This dude does not ever back down. He chases his work and goals *relentlessly*. He doesn't ever give himself a break. From the mansion incident he immediately takes off to chase a lead. And from there he does work against bioterrorism until he loses Jill and then he relentlessly attempts to *find* her even after she was declared dead. Realistically, outside of his sister, losing Jill would be the most devastating loss he has left but it didn't break him. The BSAA searched for her for a pretty long ass time and even after they gave up Chris didn't.

And I think that while Chris is burnt the fuck out the thing is that he always *chooses* to go back. It's a sort of twisted vocation. The difference between Leon's motivation and Chris' is crazy because Leon *didn't * choose this. Chris continues to. Leon's coping mechanism is drinking off his nightmares, and Chris' is throwing himself at impossible odds until he succeeds or it kills him. He's just been very lucky that it hasn't killed him yet. Chris doesn't cope by escaping..he copes by trying to fix everything even when its unrealistic. So in my opinion 6 doesn't do Chris justice. They seemingly don't understand what drives him, which i believe is a hope for justice/a better world and maybe a little bit of a harmful coping mechanism.

I think a counterpoint to this argument might be like "it was the point that he wasnt himself" but i think that could have been done in a better way. Specifically overexerting himself to the point of injury or dissapearing again to do something dangerous by himself. While two characters in a franchise can have the same vice, it would be preferable for stronger characterization to make it consistent, especially since Leon's alcoholism has been a documented part of his character since the 90s.

Thoughts? Xo

[imomnba-x07]

i hate the thunderbolts being the new avengers and i side with sam since i saw the post credit scene (i didn't even like the movie tbh) but i wanted to ask one thing.

when you said "Kamala isn’t assembling a team of child traffickers, murderers, and self centered people unlike a certain other team. Kamala is assembling people that Sam would also choose in a heart beat" are u talking about all the characters in the group? i agree the kamala team is going to be better than the "new avengers" cause they are not going to work with the gov. however, hating the thunderbolts doesn't mean (at least to me) that we have to pretend ppl like yelena and bucky weren't murderers because they had to. ava was a victim too suffering since she was a child.

my problem with the new avengers (other than they shouldn't be avengers) is that they are going to redeem characters like red guardian and walker. red guardian should have died imo and the thunderbolts should have stayed the thunderbolts and help sam's avengers in doomsday like the guardians did in infinity war.

I know you probably mean well but im sorry I can’t take anyone seriously who feels the need to be like “but you don’t mean Yelena Bucky and Ava, right🥺?” We shouldn’t have to constantly declare the recognized victimhood of these characters in order to hate on the team as a whole. Everyone knows they were brainwashed and exploited. Can we move on?

With that being said. “Murderers and child traffickers” mainly refers to Walker and Alexei sure, but when Yelena and Ava were free from their brainwashing, what did they do? They turned right around and continued to do acts of violence for a pay check. I get that it’s the only skill they know, but that doesn’t make it excusable.

“self centered people” refers to ALL of them.

Prior victims of human experimentation should know better than anyone why letting Val walk free was the absolute WORST thing they could have done. She faces no repercussions and got off scott free to continue heading the CIA. And every member of the thunderbolts team was complicit in that.

What makes that choice incredibly selfish and self serving is that they did not let Val walk free out of the goodness of their hearts. No, they let her walk because they wanted shiny tech toys and a cushy set up. “We own you” means nothing when Val can still easily do all the illegal shit she was doing behind closed doors, not when the thunderbolts are now under government control and have to do what they are ordered to. Their actions were selfish because it completely ignores any of Val’s victims in order to serve their own interests. Which they didn’t need by the way, a group of highly skilled assassins could have absolutely made do on their own if they truly cared about helping people, they did not need government support, they wanted it. And that makes them incredibly selfish when it goes against not only their own histories but completely ruins any relationships outside of the thunderbolts that these characters had.

Nat, Sam, and Steve fought against the government having any control over the avengers, and when Bucky and Yelena completely disregard everything their loved ones fought for in order to serve their own interests? That’s selfish.

When Bucky lets Val, the woman who targeted Wakanda and its vibranium (the very people that out of the kindness of their hearts helped free Bucky of his programming) walk free, he not only disrespects people he should be indebted to for life, but he also does it to benefit himself. That’s selfish.

When the thunderbolts demand that they be recognized as the new avengers for saving the day ONE time and believe they have the moral standing because they have government backing and show little to no regard for Sam Wilson (THE MAN WHO HELPED BUILD THE VERY LEGACY THEY FEEL DELUSIONALLY ENTITLED TO) they put their own interests first to feed their own need for desperate approval.

That’s. Fucking. Selfish.

[iwritejustforfun]

Coconut scented ꩜ .ᐟ (part 2)

part 1 👈

part 3 👈

Chishiya Shuntaro x reader

Word counts: 1.2k

Summary: Reader was a hairdresser back in the normal world, when she met Chishiya, she was determined to take care of his hair.

Warning: The second part of this series. It’s a whole lot of fluff, just declaring Chishiya’s feelings for you. I used different colors to distinguish each character’s words.

Writer's note: English is not my first language so i'm extremely sorry if my grammar is not correct, feel free to correct me, thank you and enjoy 🫶

It's not wrong to say that Chishiya slightly regrets not stopping Kuina from instilling confidence in you, because the way that you’re walking around in that tiny bikini is driving him crazy. Luckily for him, that doesn’t happen too often, you still want to protect yourself from crazy perverts – like Niragi, to be exact. But the thing is, it's not just the fact that you're wearing a bikini that distracts him, it’s everything that you do. He can’t pinpoint the exact moment when everything changed, but now, every word, action, and smile of yours makes his heart flutter. He can’t help the feeling of wanting to get closer to you.

But what drives him even crazier is the fact that he had never felt these feelings before with any other woman, so why you? Even though in the back of his mind, he knew that he was falling in love, because that is how love is, you can’t control it, nor you can control who you fall in love with. But he just can’t bring himself to accept it. He’s in denial that the cold hearted Chishiya is developing feelings, he didn’t want to feel attached to anyone, especially in the Borderlands – where anyone could die tomorrow. Although that man is overly confident in his intelligence, he suddenly became stupid in love.

He had tried to stay away from you, but never succeeded. Occasionally, he still lets you take care of his hair, and he would always console himself with the fact that he only does it because you’re really good at your job (not because he actually loves the way you touch him).

And now, you’ve gained a new hobby, which is practicing makeup on Kuina. Every night you two would leave him behind and hide in the room to have your own fun, doing makeovers and putting up fashion shows with the variety of clean bikinis that you found. The truth is, the two of you did invite him, you said something about how makeup would suit him really well, but he pretended not to be interested, because he don’t think he could control himself if you get that close to him. Until one day, you both managed to lure him into being your judge for your little show. You and Kuina will compete to see who gives the other person the best makeover.

You are the first one to show off your skills, a few days ago you found a sailor hat along with a really cute sailor bikini laying around, it must be one of The Hatter’s kink (ew), but you decided to wash and keep it anyway because you know it’ll suit Kuina really well. You make her change into the bikini, then take off her pony tail and turn her dreads into low pig tails so you’ll be able to put the hat on her. For the make up, you gave her thick eyeliners with a blue under eye that matches her outfit, then you draw on a tiny anchor on her right cheek and finishes it off with a red lip. Damn, you’re so proud of your work, she is drop dead gorgeous, you’re for sure going to win this.

Next it was Kuina’s turn. Now some people might mistake her for an absent-minded person, but she is actually quite sharp. She knew that Chishiya has a big fat crush on you, and it’s so funny that someone as perceptive as you can't figure it out, cause come on, he makes it so obvious. So with this opportunity, she has decided to mess with him. And lucky for her, the day before she found a leopard print bikini in the unused pile, it was tiny - perfect.

Saving the best for last, she starts with your make up, deciding to give you smokey eyes with some freckles, brown lip liner and gloss. Then she tops it off with some chunky gold jewelry that she had collected around The Beach. For the hair, she just let you wear it down. Satisfied with her work, she thrusts the bikini into your hands and pushes you into the bathroom to change.

When you took a good look at the bikini, you were shocked at how small it was, so you called out to her – “Kuina, this is tiny!!! I can’t wear this!!!”

“If you don’t then you’ll just have to admit your defeat” - she challenged, knowing that you're a competitive person.

At first you were hesitant, but thinking that you could show off to Chishiya, you confidently stepped out, wanting to see what his reaction would be. And let me tell you, that man’s eyes almost fell out, jaw dropped to the floor. Damn, you have him in a chokehold, he’s so thankful he had agreed to this. He wishes that you could always dress like this, but then again, it’s not really a clever choice in this environment (and it’ll be a big distraction for him).

So without any hesitation, he chose Kuina as the winner, his reasoning was because he likes cat. That is such a stupid excuse, but he doesn’t give a fuck, you look good and he isn’t going to lie about that.

Kuina jumped for joy when she knew she won. But you were not buying it, you outfit was AMAZING, how could you lose??? “I want a rematch” - you said, with a displeased look.

“Chishiya, let me do your make up”

“What?”

You then walk over to him and push him down on the bed – “I’ll show you that you’ve made the wrong decision”. Without saying another word, you climb on top of him and strangle his body in between your legs, making him sit still.

Oh, this is going to be interesting.

He tries resist a little but is now pinned down by your body, he could clearly feel the way your skin was rubbing against him, making the blood rush straight to his …ahem… so he stops moving, afraid that if you push down any harder you’re going to be able to feel him.

He is now completely at your mercy.

So you pull out your make up bag again and begin your revenge. You decided to give him smokey eyes that matches yours and cat-eye eyeliner to enhance his sharp gaze. Then you put on some light contour and blush to make him look absolutely snatched. Finally, you finish off his look with a pink-ish gloss and accentuate his beauty mark. Done, you then give him the mirror so he can admire your work.

When he saw his reflection, his jaw dropped, even Kuina standing next to him was surprised. Damn, you have done a really good job, he has never looked so fabulous in his life, and he can’t even deny that he’s feeling himself. So with a nod from Kuina, he admitted that he made the wrong decision, you are the true winner.

As soon as that was said, you cheered in joy. You were celebrating your victory when you realized that you were still sitting on top of Chishiya, so you awkwardly cleared your throat and quickly moved away from him, but still continued to celebrate your victory, making him instantly miss your touch.

But when he saw how happy you were, the way you playfully teased Kuina and how your bubbly laughter instantly lit up the room, he knew. He knew that he couldn’t push back his feelings any longer, he’s long been lost in your eyes, captivated by your lips and lovely smile, never wanting to escape. He can feel himself painfully yearning for you, and he will willingly do anything, anything, to be able to call you his.

You have to belong to him.

[nerdlordofnerds]

Alright now here is gonna be my long post about Maomao and Jinshi and stuff. It's mostly just a massive longwinded ramble about what I love about them when compared to each other and how the story goes. I'll let you know when a part of it is getting to spoilers from the Light Novel and stuff

K hi there so:

MAOMAO.

The legend herself who does not want to be legendary but is anyway.

My first prefix of this: I love her so much because quite frankly, she is me. Emotionally repressed with incredible smarts and memory that only apply to things of direct interest without considerable effort otherwise. The biggest thing however that should be understood, she lies to herself about everything. She knows what would be troubling and avoids it if she can help it, but in her case this is a necessary survival mechanism.

We know where she grew up, treated and taught of the upper and lower classes and sexim of the society she lived, people and their services given prices and values in the eyes of those above them. She views every single interaction of her life in this transactional mindset that's further established by the brothel she grew up at, and puts herself as low as she possibly can at any time without bringing herself to danger as much as possible. She cannot clearly express her emotions, which frankly I know he's a great guy, but Luomen has some blame for that with his attempt to teach her not to speak out on guesswork and assumptions. As such she only has two modes of doing things, 100% or 0% (Or at least as close to 0 as she can manage). Clearly of course evident in her adoration of medicine and inability to control her bouts of manic excitement. This note however brings me into the other blorbo:

JINSHI

The prince imperial brother who so desperately wishes he could throw it all away.

Apothecary Diaries does a fantastic job of speaking on class inequality and leadership. Jinshi was told and taught and shown In his life that he is above everyone by those around him. Blessed with perfect looks by the heavens themselves because why wouldn't he be right? However Jinshi is not stupid. He grows up and learns many of the exact same survival and coping strategies that Maomao uses despite being complete opposites in societal class. He cannot express his desires true because his words carry so much weight. And yet the whole country would look to him as a divine being above them so he must fulfill that role as best he can. 0% or 100% in his due diligence, but different from Maomao, he does this to try and earn true respect, find his place. People all over swoon for him on his looks alone and he knows that. He sees right through their shallowness, he's not stupid. He uses it to his advantage. But at his core he cares so so much more about the people he's supposed to be above than someone in his power should, he works himself to the bone with all of his tools when he sets his mind to something when a large number of the other higher people in the show always hand off tasks to other people who excel at them more. And he does this too, it's what he was taught, but what he wants more is his own identity, his own path to work on and feel proud.

Anyways character screaming aside, let's get to the two of them across the story and how feral they make me.

Of course the beginning is what you'd expect, he finds someone whom is seemingly unfazed by all of his gifts and tactics that cause everyone to swoon and fall in line. Naturally it must go further, the teasing, the badgering, the growing curiosity. For the first time in his life, there is someone in his orbit whom has no desire to be involved with him for power or looks or anything. So he tests the grounds and learns more about her and he realizes something. Maomao is someone who steadfastly has found where she wants to be. The world is rarely so simple as that but someone just like him, who will give everything they have at what they do, and has found their calling in it. He learns about how she operates, her past, her family, and his intrigue and curiosity grow into more vibrant feelings, which ultimately causes him pain. He doesn't want to be above her. He doesn't want to hold the whole world on his shoulders. He will do what he must because he cares so much for people as a whole, but ultimately he's been carrying it so long that he wants to throw everything away. Becoming Jinshi in the rear palace, despite being another task set before him, was a huge escape for him, and now he, through learning and seeing in truth the perspective of Maomao, realizes the world is so much more than his beautiful box he's been stuffed into. But of course he knows that's selfish, he can't make her carry his burdens with him, he doesn't want her to suffer like he has. So no matter how selfish he wishes, how he wished he could pluck her up like a flower to take home, to care for and nourish forever, keep close, suffocatingly close, he ultimately knows that if he does he'll end up strangling her to death in the box with him. He's seen it in the rear palace, the strife and struggle and conflict of that life, he couldn't bear it, it wouldn't be worth the short term joy of having her as painful as it is for him.

But now let's talk Maomao on this. She sees herself as incapable of feeling love, of being anything other than selfish. Everything a transaction, every relationship for a price. Even her friend in the rear palace, she convinces herself that she's nice to her for information, to get knowledge when she needs and nothing more. So when of course she is dragged into situation after situation by her so called superior with nothing to show for it, she's frustrated and annoyed. But she can't refuse, she knows, it's the way that's been drilled into her since birth, classes and structures. Yet still when she has to get it done, she goes 100% on the task. It's survival, despite her never wanting to stand out, she has to do her best to avoid punishment. However the nature of it changes, Jinshi will tease her and play around, so she responds in kind. A transaction of sorts. It becomes familiar to her. The dragging into tasks changes into rewards, into favors, into genuine help she wants to do for others, but she will never admit it. She's just repaying her debts and doing what she's told in accordance to her own value from her perspective. Nevertheless however she convinces and lowers herself otherwise, she learned from her sisters a great deal about pride. She has so much pride built into herself that sometimes it overflows into the negative. When she cares, she cares so so much and won't stop until she's satisfied. Internally however, this backfires on her and she never realizes it. Maomao is also not an idiot, she sees Jinshis feelings and developing attachment to her. However, she cannot escape her transactional mindset, and she instantly without any thought determines "I cannot pay him back for that, I cannot give him what he wants, I need to find something else instead so I don't hurt him or myself" and continues to ignore every sign, every clue, every thing that would drag her deeper and deeper into it. This also backfires on her, to Jinshi it's like he's been starving his whole life, and she's the only food he can see, but she keeps stepping away every time he tries to get within reach. It's survival for her though, she doesn't want to be devoured, and thats exactly what she assumes is going to happen because she's seen it all before in her environment growing up. Love and hate destroying people.

This next bit is gonna have some Spoilers for the Light novels and stuff. So yall anime and manga only folks can finish reading here if you want, thanks for stopping by!

But anyways, this whole culmination explodes on its head with all the events with LN5 and LN6. The party that is politically charged with an intent to get Jinshi involved with other nobles to find him a bride. Maomao wants it to go through because she sees her self as the worst option for him, she wants someone who can give him everything. She wants him to get what he wants and needs and be happy because she cares about him albeit she won't admit it to him, they've known each other a good while at this point in the story. But of course her continuous attempt to remove herself from the path only makes him try harder, he has to go 100% when he wants something after all, and leads of course to the scene afterwards. The turning point for both of them, where he tries with everything he can and is eruption of emotion to show her that he's serious, that he will not back down no matter what. She complains continuously in her head about it too, about why does her want her? How she is convinced she cannot repay his feelings. But she responds in kind as best she can, it's a transaction, and she had learned what to do from her sisters, albeit as a sort of fallback safety mechanism in her head to avoid being vulnerable in the moment. But after that is becomes increasingly harder for her to justify to herself about how she feels towards him, and the same likewise is it hard for him to express to her in ways that she expresses to him. All in all, it's a mess that develops and buds throughout the rest of the series.

It just makes me insane, even the characters in the story know and see, if Jinshi wants her so badly (and he does), he has all of the power to just take her. Even Maomao herself expresses how it would be so much easier for him to just take her as a concubine and not have to worry any more about how she felt about it. But Jinshi won't do that, he knows how torturous that would be to Maomaos spirit and pride. So instead he will work and work himself to near death to create a situation where they can both finally be happy, which sort of unexpectedly helps Maomao sort her own feelings to, because she cannot hide how much she cares for him in making sure he rests and doesn't overwork. She convinces herself otherwise near constantly of course. But yeah, it's an incredible slow burn because the characters both try to protect the other from harm, in their own ways at least, and in doing so they protect the other from being with them because they understand they'll cause each other pain if they do it before everything is right, both internally with their own thoughts and emotions, and externally with their world and the society they live in, and it makes me so insane.

Anyway yeah, I love these dorks who love each other so much that they try to not love how they do because love is pain and they cannot bear to hurt the other on purpose like that.

[snow-in-space]

Why Stan’s Winning Against Ford (Respectfully):

(This post is clearly all my opinion, so it’d be really cool to hear from Ford fans if you disagree or not!)

Originally I was just going to reblog @skipppppy ‘s poll about who the better twin is, but I got caught up making these joke bulletin boards:

And now, some joke bullets:

I want to make it clear that I love both characters, but I also need to tell you that I have a favorite, and it’s Stan. I don’t know how to explain it exactly, except that one of these men will make a “my aim is getting better” joke at a very poignant and dramatic moment to one up a mentally + physically abusive demon that has been violating his bodily autonomy for weeks on end— the other will make a “her aim is getting better” joke at the completely wrong time because he thought it was really funny. Although the stakes are so much higher, Ford ‘wins’ his interaction in a sense, and Stan ‘fails,’ leading him to harass children out of loneliness until he gets the lake police called on him.

I don’t know why that speaks to me more, but it does.

- Ford is fascinating as a man both made and destroyed by his own ambition, and Stan punched a dinosaur in the face for his niece’s pet pig.

- Ford took the advice of a literal demon over the concerns and fears of his oldest friend— Stan habitually robs businesses and anyone who lets him into their home without thinking twice about it.

- Ford is a loser who likes DD&D despite having seen creatures beyond most people’s imagination first hand— Stan sells people “a rock that looks like a face” only because he knows they’re dumb enough to buy it.

- Ford guts aliens and monsters on crazy, wild adventures— Stan runs a humble, small town business where he glues dead animals together for a living.

- Ford is wanted across the multiverse for committing crimes to take down Bill (he writes Stan off as a selfish criminal most of his life, despite justifying all his own crimes). Stan is a wanted man because he has committed “llamacide.”

- Ford grew up a genius and prodigy, lived his dream, gained a close friend and a ‘muse’— then squandered it all on accident by being a little dummy dumb who ignored all the warnings because he wanted to be famous (and not just FAMOUS, but unsurpassably famous, which is why he wouldn’t settle for anything less than his research and the portal). He spends the next thirty years dedicating his life to destroying Bill, because it’s for the greater good (and revenge, and is another high stakes goal for him to chase). Stan grew up to be a criminal and con artist, lost everything and everyone, worked endlessly and thanklessly for thirty years to get his brother back— for nothing more than that— and he still ships pugs in barrels across the Mexican border just because.

- Ford is a nerd facing nerd-like cosmic horrors and consequences. Stan is a man who has suffered earthly horrors and endorses child labor, but also gets his hands dirty in unearthly horrors because of said children.

- Ford shocks his brother by being hella buff and capable and involved with the demon bringing about the apocalypse. Stan shocks his brother by stealing his house, name, and everything else, and then committing more crimes.

- Ford felt stifled by other people and only wanted sidekicks he could project himself onto (he’d sooner fight god than come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t discarded/betrayed by the people he cared about, but instead mistreated them. Luckily he’s fought god and now he has no other excuses). Stan’s support system threw him out as a teenager and he’d blamed himself ever since. He’s alone until Soos and the kids come into his life and doesn’t take them for granted.

- Ford was further isolated and taken advantage of by Bill, facing great personal damage as a result. Stan takes advantage of countless others, but can’t click with anyone enough to cause any personal damage.

- Ford’s whole story feels so polished, dark, mature and professional— very fitting for a horror novel or sci-fi protagonist. Stan’s story is largely told through crude jokes in a children’s comedy show, but is still so rough on a closer inspection that it doesn’t get lost in its oddities.

In summary, it’s up to preference, but there is an interesting distinction in experience:

Liking Ford = a thoughtful analysis of an interesting man that makes me say, “lol, why’d he do that?” when he does something cute or stupid.

Liking Stan = asking myself “lol, why’d he do that?” every minute or so, and realizing I wasn’t ready for the thoughtful analysis that would take over my brain, but not change the absurd mess of his actions whatsoever. He has the comedy AND tragedy on lock.

[gothicpaperback]

MARKED FOR THE ROLE | PART THREE

{< PART TWO: LIGHTS,CAMERA, DRAMA | PART FOUR: COMING SOON > }

wc: 2,7k | rating: 18+ for eventual smut | Dieter Bravo x You | O/B/E Universe

summary: working for alpha Dieter Bravo is like surviving a never-ending ego parade, he's loud, arrogant, and always wearing sunglasses for some reason. I’m his assistant, not his fan club. But everything implodes the day I get tested and find out I’m an omega… and worse, that Dieter is my soulmate. Now I’m stuck between wanting to strangle him and wanting to climb him, neither of which I’m proud of

while the story is first person narrative, the OC female character is YOU. she is not named and barely described aside from being able bodied, late twenties and having hair long enough to grab.

tags/warnings: o/b/e universe, alpha/omega, boss/employee dynamic, bisexuality themes, mentions of mental illness, smut, sexual tension, knotting, enemies to lovers, mentions of blood/needles, mentions of drugs and alcohol. i will add more tags as they become relevant.

MARKED FOR THE ROLE | PART THREE | BEHIND THE CURTAIN

I've been in my bedroom just staring at the wall for the last hour, my head still spinning with the information that was given to me. How can this be possible? How can I be Dieter Bravo's fated mate? 

And more horrifying than that, how is it that I have lived my life and as a beta when I've been in Omega this whole time? The foundation of me is rocked, everything I thought I knew about myself is erased. What's my identity?

And Dieter Bravo's soulmate? Fated mate? Whatever they called it. 

Being a fated mate doesn't mean anything, it's not like he and I could ever be together. Not only is he a huge Megastar, I'm someone who's never even been in the spotlight aside from the events I've trailed after him at, fixing his tie before he goes off to be greeted with flash bulbs. 

It's not what I want for my future. I don't know what I want my perfect match to look like but I do know that being an Omega isn't the life I want. 

I buy a journal that same day and I start scribbling my thoughts down, my anger. My frustration, my fears, my longing. I write about my shock at Dieter being my mate, my confusion about how that's going to work in the future.

How can I be with a man like Dieter when all he does is think about himself? 

Maybe it's unfair to think that. But I'm furious with him right now. He was just as to blame as me for what happened that day and he's been radio silent. 

How will I move on in my life knowing that I can never be with my fated mate? Will I just stay single forever? I fill the entire book up and then I place it under my bed. 

Will Dieter want to pursue something with me? Why does that thought make my stomach bottom out? I have too much to think about, too much to focus on. 

The next morning I show up to my parents unannounced. My stomach quakes as I step up to the door and knock. My mother greets me none the wiser pulling me into a tight hug.  

But she notices that my response is stiff, my smile not reaching my eyes. She steps back surveying me as my father comes to the door.. 

"Come in," he says with a jovial smile. "We're just making waffles. Your favourite."

I can barely even look at them I'm so angry. I won't be staying long. And yet this small pathetic part of me is praying that this is all a mistake. 

"Am I an Omega?"

I inwardly hope that they'll laugh and assure me that nothing could be further than the truth. That I am their beta daughter and the medication really just was for anxiety.

But the thunderstruck look on their faces lets me know that there was no mistake with the blood samples. It's true I am an omega. And my parents have been lying to me for the past 29 years. 

"So it's true," I whisper.

Neither of them speak but they exchange a sad look with one another before looking back at me. My mom is the one to finally answer. 

"We never wanted you to find out." 

My world is crashing down on me. My eyes close, trying to block out the strained look on both their faces. 

"I don't know how this happened," my mother says with tears in her eyes. "Your father and I are betas. Our entire lineage are betas. I didn't know what to do with an Omega child. You were an anomaly."

"A freak you were ashamed of."

"No! Never!" My dad cuts in. "We have loved you unconditionally since the moment you were born."

"Then why did you hide who I was? Why keep it from me?"  

"We were terrified of what this meant for you," my mom says. "You know how terribly omegas are treated in society." 

"So?" 

"So we didn't want that life for you, petal," my dad says with a sorrowful look my way. My father, the man I always thought I could trust. 

"You could have told me," I say blinking back tears. "You could have given me the choice when I was old enough." 

"We thought we were doing what was best for you." 

I feel so betrayed, unmoored, my safe place now demolished. I have nothing left. 

"The medication?"

"The doctor recommended it when you were born," my mom says quietly. "They ran the tests they do on all babies and when it came back Omega he could see how worried your father and I were." 

"But those pills, how could you get them?"

"They're over the counter," your mother says, smoothing her hair and shooting your dad a look. 

Of course they are. With Omegas all over the world suppressants and blockers are common place. I'd just never thought to look. 

"Our family doctor suggested you start them when you turned about twelve. You were acting so strangely, so anxious and... I didn't want you feeling like that." 

"You've had me on drugs my entire life," I say, swallowing a bubbling sob in my throat. "You made me numb."

"We wanted to to be safe."

I know that what they were doing they thought was in my best interest. But I can't get over the betrayed feeling, the now shaken belief that my parents would always keep me safe. 

"I need you to not contact me for a bit," I tell them. 

My mother goes to oppose this request but my father touches her elbow patting her gently. 

"She needs space." 

I leave their home and go wandering through the neighbourhood in a daze. I don't want to go back to my small apartment and I don't want to go to work like this so what else can I do? 

I pass my old neighbours, waving listlessly as I move. My shoes slap against the asphalt, my hairline dampening with sweat. 

My phone plays a familiar melody in my pocket and I answer it, my voice detached.

"Hello?"

"You need to come to the house." 

Is Mel. 

I can feel my throat tightening, anxiety washing over me. "What? Why?"

But I know why. Dieter has clearly learned the awful truth as well. 

"I'll explain when you get here. Can you come?" 

I debate whether or not I should hang up on her. But then I think of the severance she gave me, and the sad look she had when she had to let me go. 

"Okay. I'll be there."

Dieter, Mel, Thomas and Travis, Dieter's agent, are all in the kitchen when I arrive. All of them look grim. 

Dieter is at the table, his palms on either side of his skull, fingers planted in his hair. When he hears me come in he sits up straight, gaping at me. 

"We got a call from Bondline yesterday," Mel explains with an inhale. "Did they contact you too?"

I nod, wrapping my arms around myself. I'm uncomfortable with all these sets of eyes on me. "Yeah."

"So you know...?"

"Yeah." 

Travis utters a soft "fuck" under his breath. I can see Thomas pinching the bridge of his nose. Mel just keeps shaking her head, muttering to herself. 

Dieter just sits there looking shellshocked. He's clearly just as thrown as I am. Probably even more disappointed. I can't help but notice how his nostrils flare as I approach them. 

It takes me back to him pinning against me in the hall. Fingering me. Carrying me to his bed. Whispering the filthiest things. My thighs press together. His nostrils flare again and for a humiliating moment I wonder if he can smell how wet I am. 

Travis motions to a new figure that has just walked in, a short balding man that, introduces himself to everyone with a brisk hand shake. 

"Pleased to meet you. Owen Trask."

He has one of those Hollywood smiles, bright white and far too large. He indicates for me to take a seat at the table. 

"Can I get you anything to drink?"

"No, thank you."

 I feel like I'm on display in a museum, all of them on the other side of the table and all of them staring at me.  

"As we all know, thanks to Bondline we have discovered many truths. One is that you are an Omega, which I'm sure has been a great shock to you," Owen tells you with the kind of faux sincerity that makes my skin crawl. "And you have also learned that Dieter Bravo is your fated mate, your soul bond, whatever term you prefer." 

I don't say anything to that. But I do sneak a look at Dieter, seeing his dark eyes swallowing me up, watching his nostrils flare. 

"Why can't I smell you like before?" he asks, diverting the conversation from Owen.  

I glance around to feel everyone's eyes on me and I sink a little further in my seat. I can't believe I'm having this conversation in front of a crowd. 

"Back on my medication," I mutter, humiliated. 

Dieter's face is hard to read but I see his lips press together. 

"As I was saying, " Owen says before Dieter can reply, "our team has gone through the data with a fine tooth comb and has deduced that the results are in fact legitimate."

"This explains... What I ran into that day," Mel says with a grimace. "I should have known something else was going on."

My face burns and I have to look at the table to avoid her eyes. Everyone at the table probably knows what happened. 

"Because you were a perfect employee before that," Mel quickly amends. 

I don't say anything. 

"We know that this must be a shock to you," Owen says sympathetically to me. "And obviously we would like to keep the information to ourselves." 

"Sure." 

"We also know there is an emotional distress associated with this experience. You thought you were going to find your soulmate and begin a life with them. Obviously this cannot happen."

Something claws at my chest when he says that and it feels an awful lot like disappointment. Again my eyes flick to Dieter, but he's looking at the table now. 

"Due to these numerous burdens we are willing to pay you the sum of one hundred thousand dollars to help you move forward. And you will need to sign a new NDA attesting to that fact. In exchange we would require your discretion." 

So that's why they wanted me to come here. That makes sense. They're worried I'm going to go running to the press

If I'm honest, I feel humiliated. Not only does Dieter obviously want nothing to do with me, he's actually willing to pay me off to make sure. 

I sit quietly absorbing this information. My life feels surreal, not quite my own. And even though he doesn't want me, my eyes still go to Dieter. 

He's gazing back at me, looking troubled. When our eyes connect I feel that zing. I have a feeling if I weren't back on medication it would be debilitating. 

"This is insane," Dieter informs the room suddenly, jerking to a stand. "My soulmate isn't my fucking assistant." 

Quiet falls over the room. That feels like a slap in the face when he says that, his disgust palpable. It hurts more than I want to admit. 

"I'm not your assistant anymore," I tell him angrily. 

"You were a month ago," Dieter sneers. "I need a drink." 

We all watch as he stands and grabs a bottle of vodka from the freezer. He pours himself a large glass, throwing it back and of course in true Dieter fashion doesn't offer anyone else a glass. 

I can feel myself almost vibrating with anger. Where does this asshole get off? He acts like he's so much better than me because he plays dress up in front of a camera for a living? 

"Just so you know, Dieter, I have no interest in being tethered to you," I tell him sharply. "I'm very happy not having an embarrassing, alcoholic, sex addict for a partner." 

To my immense pleasure, Dieter looks a little stunned by my response. Mel sucks in a hiss as she and Thomas exchange looks. Owen is sweating anxiously and he tries to redirect us. 

"Of course we would also provide counselling if you desired it." 

"I didn't even want to do this Bondline thing in the first place," Dieter says, ignoring everyone but me. "You were the one who said I should!"

"How was I supposed to know this is what would happen?!" I say, feeling my hands turn into shaky fists. "I didn't even know I was a fucking Omega!" 

Dieter throws his empty glass to the floor, ignoring Mel's gasp of surprise and Travis telling him to calm down. 

"This is all your fault!" He says. He's lasered in on me, stalking towards my chair with a predatory gleam in his eyes. 

"If you'd only kept you fucking opinions to yourself," he growls. "None of this would have happened."

He's standing over my chair now, big and imposing. And fuck, I shouldn't want to touch him but I do, even as I feel caught in his glare. 

He's warm, the scent of his cologne and body invading my senses. It's a suffocation mixed with comfort. A pain I want to lean into, like pressing on a bruise. 

"That's enough," Mel snaps from across the table and I finally feel like I can jerk my eyes from his face. 

I suck in a gulp of air, cool and refreshing. I feel tears prickling the back of my eyes and I need to get out of here. I spin back around, taking the pen from the table and scribbling my name on the contract.  

"I'll sign whatever you want and you can keep your money," I say to Owen. 

Owen points at the parts of the contract I need to sign and I do so hurriedly, feeling Dieter staring me down from behind. 

I stand quickly, pushing my chair back into him harshly. He grunts, moving back. 

"Take the money," Dieter says, rubbing at his calf. 

"I don't want anything from you." 

For a fraction of a second I see his eyes go soft and hurt. But he recovers instantly, derision dripping from every word. 

"Then leave." 

"In case you forgot, you're the ones who asked me to come here," I snap at him. "This is the last place I'd ever want to be."

I pivot on my tennis shoe and head for the front door, but not before throwing one last comment over my shoulder. 

"Don't fucking contact me again!" 

Tears are streaming down my face as I make my way to the bike. No, I didn't expect Dieter to sweep me up into his arms and proclaim his undying love. But I sure as hell didn't expect a response like that. 

By the time I ride back to my apartment, my tears have dried and turned into feelings of fury. Dieter is the reason that I had the blood work done, the reason that my life is upended itself. And he's acting like it's my fault! 

And he was so harsh today. Yeah, he could be an asshole before but it was usually in that harmless, spoiled way. Today felt cruel. 

And the worst part is I'll never find another soulmate. You only get one. He was it and that's over. I'll never know that earth-shattering bliss that comes with an Alpha and Omega binding; the sex that is supposed to be out of this world. I'll never know that primal connection I've heard about.  Any man I do find I'll know in the back of my head wasn't really destined for me. 

I've always been somewhat of a romantic and knowing I'll always be with someone not quite The One hurts to think about. 

And I'll have to do it all with Dieter's smug face staring back at me from magazine covers and movie screens. That asshole. He's just landed a role in a DC series and Hollywood is obsessed with him. 

He stole my future from me. One thing is for certain as I lay myself down to sleep that evening. 

I hate Dieter Bravo. 

do people still like this story? or should I focus on my other ones?

[flowerandblood]

The Taste of Shame (3)

[ dom!modern • Aemond x friend sister • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, oral sex, smut, angst, domination and submission kink, butt slapping, cock warming ]

[ description: Aemond works as a professional dom, fulfilling the various fantasies of his female clients - however, he guards his privacy and does not enter into any relationships with them, recognizing that he does not want or need it. It turns out that what he wants and what he doesn’t no longer matter when he meets his friend’s younger sister for the first time. Slow burn, sexual tension, doubts related to sex work. ]

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* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Never before in his life had he been so thrilled and terrified at the same time as the day she was to visit him − it was the first time he had ever invited anyone to his flat and the first time in four years he was going to have sex with anyone without signing a contract.

It was liberating in a way.

Of course, he had researched the area beforehand; she was someone who was completely inexperienced in these matters and was surely horrified by her idea of what he dreamed of doing with her, so he tried to reassure her that they would just talk calmly first.

He wasn't going to rush her, nor was he going to jump out with tying or toys when she was so unsure and scared. He was about more than domination − he felt something for her and had layers of tenderness towards her that made him look at the whole thing differently.

He also assured her, to comfort her in some way, that he too had his limits or certain things that made him uncomfortable. He explained to her that he felt out of sorts when a woman suddenly touched him or held him tightly during close-ups, it made him feel trapped and threatened.

She, on the other hand, liked the closeness of a man and touched him involuntarily, so she was afraid that it would make him feel frustrated − he reassured her that this was why they were talking about it, to know what to expect and to meet halfway, to offer something in return so that each felt fulfilled and safe.

When she told him she was taking the pills, he made an appointment for a medical check-up to make sure he wasn't carrying any disease, despite the fact that he had always protected himself well. He breathed a sigh of relief when the test results were negative, dreaming only of reaching his peak inside her.

On the day she was due to come to him he felt like a happy little child and didn't know what to do with himself. He cleaned up his flat, changed his bedding into fresh ones, put glasses of water and wet wipes by the bedside table.

Everything was ready.

When she knocked on his door he was afraid to move from his seat for a moment − only after a while did he walk over and open it for her, letting her in.

She stepped into the hallway of his flat and stood still, looking at him with big eyes, her lips tightened, her cheeks red, her shiny hair loose, on her body a light dress fastened in front with small buttons and trainers, on her shoulders a small backpack.

She was terrified.

"− come in −" He said softly, warmly, not recognising himself and surprised at how he sounded.

The tone of his voice towards his female clients was always polite, but cool and matter-of-fact at the same time.

She nodded, pulling off her shoes and stepping deeper, glancing around his living room and dining room, looking everywhere but at him.

"− would you like a drink? −" He asked out of politeness, feeling his gaze involuntarily escape to her bare thighs, wondering if she had underwear on beneath her dress.

She shook her head, swallowing quietly, her hands clasped together in front of her in a defensive gesture.

"No, thank you." She said quietly, and he felt his heart squeeze at the thought that she was sacrificing herself for him, that she feared she would neither like it nor live up to his expectations, that he would be disappointed in her.

He felt that he was faced with the challenge of proving to her how wrong she was.

That it was all just a matter of understanding the other person's needs.

"− do you want to get to the point? −" He asked bluntly; she looked at him quickly, swallowing hard, and lowered her gaze, embarrassed and abashed.

He hummed under his breath, delighted at how humble and sweet she was, feeling what he saw in his trousers.

That he could fuck her right now, on his dining room table.

But he had plans for her.

He approached her slowly − she flinched as he reached his hands into her backpack and slowly slid it off her shoulders, placing it on the floor. He grasped her cheek in his fingers and leaned against her − her pupils dilated in desire, her lips parted involuntarily revealing to him what she wanted.

He had never kissed his female clients, but her lips he had craved to taste in every way possible ever since he saw her for the first time.

"− if you have any doubts, tell me −" He whispered looking at her feeling his heart pounding hard, her skin under his hand seemed so soft he felt his fingers sinking into it.

She looked at him for a moment breathing unevenly; he could see that she was struggling with herself, that hundreds of thoughts were running through her mind at once.

"− I − I think I'm a little scared −" She muttered so innocently and so uncertainly that he felt a tightness in his throat. He grasped her cheeks in his hands and pressed his forehead against hers, soothingly stroking her warm skin with his thumbs.

"− tell me what you're afraid of −" He whispered softly and felt surprised at how he sounded − he had never spoken to anyone like this before, he had never cared so much about making someone feel safe with him.

She licked her lower lip, all dry from stress, letting out a quiet breath, looking at him with big eyes. She shook her head, letting him know that she wasn't able to get it out of her.

He knew what she was thinking about.

"− I won't hurt you − I won't cause you pain − I'm going to watch your and your body's reactions − if I have any doubts about whether what I'm doing is giving you pleasure, I'll stop myself − okay? −" He asked in a calm, warm voice. She nodded and smiled gratefully − he felt a squeeze in his heart and heat in his lower abdomen at the sight.

"Can I touch you?" She asked in a whisper, her voice trembling slightly in excitement and uncertainty. He smiled lightly and nodded, her hands immediately reaching for his face.

He pulled her to him and sank into her puffy mouths, murmuring lowly, feeling how full and moist they were. She moaned softly making his cock throb painfully hard in his trousers, reciprocating his kiss with a wet click, her fingertips trailing over his cheek, scar and jaw, making him feel goosebumps.

Despite the obvious subtext, there was something innocent in those kisses, some promise of peace and slow, tender fulfilment that he so longed to experience with her despite his idea of the night. He pulled away from her and ran the tip of his nose over hers before grabbing her hips and lifting her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist and throw her arms around his neck.

They continued to kiss, lightly brushing against each other's lips as he unhurriedly headed with her to his bedroom. Only his night light was on, surrounding his room with a pleasant, warm glow − he laid her down on his bed and stroked her cheek.

"Do you remember what we talked about?" He asked calmly, feeling how fast his heart was pounding, how aroused he was − she nodded quickly, swallowing hard, all red.

"What's your safeword?" He continued slowly undoing the buttons of her dress, feeling her body tremble at the contact of her bare skin with his fingers.

"Peach." She said with embarrassment, and he smiled under his breath and hummed.

"That's right. Can you say it even when I tell you to be quiet?" He asked, lifting his gaze to her, and she nodded quickly.

"Exactly. You can say it anytime, even if you don't want to stop and just feel uncomfortable. Then we can have a quick talk about what happened and what I shouldn't do to make sure it doesn't happen again. Agreed?" He asked softly, involunarily licking his lower lip as he saw that, true to his assumption, there was nothing under her dress but her beautiful naked body.

"Yes." She whispered softly in a slightly trembling voice, her lips plump and glossy, slightly parted in an accelerated breath.

"Keep your hands above your head as you are now, be quiet and don't move. When I ask you something you are to nod or shake your head. Can you do that for me?" He asked softly and she nodded, looking at him with a trusting gaze from which he felt a tightening in his throat and a throbbing in his trousers.

He wasn't sure he'd ever been so turned on in his life, his heart pounding like crazy.

"− good girl − just let me take care of you −" He murmured, leaning over her face and kissed her lazily, tenderly, lingeringly, her lips parted before him and reciprocated his caress with her quiet sigh.

"− easy now −" He whispered, going his lips slowly lower, to her chin, to her neck. She smelled wonderful, of girly shampoo and shower gel; he knew that, like him, she had taken a bath before their meeting and he barely restrained himself from immediately sinking his face between her plushy thighs.

He did, however, want to become thoroughly acquainted with her body beforehand.

He felt a louder breath escape her lips as he pushed the material of her dress aside with the tip of his nose, revealing her naked breast to him, trailing his warm lips over it before pressing them to her hard nipple and beginning to suck on it.

He felt a shudder pass through her as she restrained her reflex with difficulty, wanting to touch his hair, to press him closer, but her hand returned immediately to its place.

"− you like showing them off, hmm? − when men can see your nipples through your fucking shirt −" He growled warningly, pressing his fingers tightly against the soft skin of her thigh, playing with her nipple in his mouth. He felt a huge shiver go through her − she stifled her moan that wanted to escape from her throat, shaking her head.

He gasped with satisfaction at seeing this, sliding his hand down to her thigh, trailing his fingers along the inside of it, the tip of his tongue teased her nipple before he began to suck on it again − he felt her body move beneath him, heard her press her lips together, knew she was dying of desire.

"− just like that − breathe deeply through your mouth −" He instructed her and she nodded, beginning to pant quietly as his hand slid down between her thighs, with slow, light movements of his fingertips teasing her puffy clit.

She pressed her lips together and stifled the quiet quiver that broke from her throat − he looked at her with a furrowed brow.

"− quiet − if I have to reprimand you again, I'll slap your butt so hard that you won't be able to sit on it tomorrow − do you understand? −" He asked lowly and she nodded, swallowing with difficulty, arching her eyebrows in despair as his fingers began to stroke her with more pressure, rubbing her clit in low circular motions, making her body shiver.

"− don't move ���" He reminded her coolly, and she immediately froze, her thighs shaking, spread before him in a gesture of obedience.

He released her breast from his mouth with a quiet plop, trailing them lower, down her belly, until he reached her hips, leaving wet, hot marks on them. He heard her draw in a loud breath as he grasped her thighs in his hands and spread them wider in front of him, leaning over what was between them.

"− fuck, little one − so much has flowed out of you already −" He gasped approvingly as he ran his rough tongue over her hot, throbbing slit leaking from her moisture, her body arched, a sigh escaping her lips.

"− lie still −" He remarked to her, clamping his hand painfully tight on her buttock. "− this is my last warning −"

He growled, then leaned down, pressing his face against her womanhood and slipped his tongue deep inside her, unable to hold out any longer, eating her like a starving man.

He heard her whimper loudly and she covered her mouth in a helpless gesture to contain any sound − his hand slapped her buttock with all his strength, a squeal came from her lips.

"− be fucking quiet −" He hissed, rubbing the tip of his nose against her swollen bud, his tongue teasing and pressing the spot hidden between the muscles inside her again, he could feel her walls clenching around nothing, his mouth all sticky from her wetness.

"− what is it? − my sweet little girl is close already? −" He asked teasingly looking up at her − she nodded in shame and involuntarily moaned as he accelerated his pace, his hand again slapping her buttock with all his force, leaving a big red mark of his palm, which he massaged reassuringly immediately afterwards.

He pulled away from her, rising on his knees, unzipping his trousers quickly, feeling that he would go mad if he didn't feel her soon, his cock all swollen, leaking from his precum.

"− you're doing so good for me, baby − can you hold on a little longer? −" He cooed, grasping her hips in his hands, trailing his throbbing erection over her hot, wet folds, her body trembling − he hummed with satisfaction when she nodded her head, swallowing loudly, her sweet lips slightly parted.

He stroked her thigh with his hand, with the other guiding pink, leaking head of his cock against her heat, sliding into her a little, teasing her and himself for a while, panting hard − she pressed her lips together closing her eyes and stifled a cry.

"− tell me what you want − use your words −" He commanded lowly, rocking his hips, not sliding fully into her, pressing deliberately with the tip of his manhood the spot inside her from which her whole body was twitching.

"− p-please − please, deeper −" She mumbled in despair, and he knew it was over, that he couldn't take it anymore.

He tightened his hands on her hips and pushed himself all the way into her, her fleshy walls resisting him, clenching against him greedily, intensifying his sensation. They both moaned loudly, surprised at how intensely they felt each other.

"− oh fuck −" He muttered, with painfully slow thrusts of his hips stretching her fleshy walls apart, opening her wide on his cock, a whine escaping her lips each time the thick tip of his manhood rubbed the wonderful spot inside her again, his large hands stroked her smooth thighs in a tender, circular motion, knowing how much she needed his touch now.

"− I know, baby, but we have to take it slow − shhhh −" He hushed her, rooting into her with increasing ease, his cock slick with her moisture − he watching with delight as his length sank into her again and again, her hips trembling in his hands each time he slipped out of her almost all the way just to fill her with himself again.

"− so good − you squeeze my cock so fucking well −" He praised her, feeling the heat in his lower abdomen, their bodies slapping loudly against each other with the sticky click of her moisture, her cheek pressed against his pillow, her fingers clenched tight on his bedding, her eyes closed, her lips parted in absolute delight.

"− p-please − I − mghmm −" She mumbled, her hips coming up to meet his every thrust, her thighs spread wider in front of him, allowing him to enter her deeper.

He licked his lips seeing this, delighted, feeling that he was surprisingly close to fulfilment − he stared at her, focusing only on the heat inside her, her face welted from exertion, her cheeks wonderfully rosy, her lips puffy and shiny, her hair lying in disarray.

"− so pretty − my babbling little baby, hm? −" He hummed, clenching his fingers tighter on her hips, involuntarily starting to slam into her faster, panting with her louder and louder, his cock twitching with pleasure inside her − she was hot, tight and sticky, squeezing him so well that he closed his eyes, trying not to let himself cum too quickly.

"− y-yes −" She mumbled softly, sweetly, and he sighed hearing this, feeling a strong shudder pass through him.

He lost his temper and began to act instinctively, his cock stretching her with every thrust of his hips faster and more aggressively, her babbling turned into mewling, her mouth parted wide in surprise at how intense the sensation was.

"− oh God −" She cried out, panting loudly with him − he licked his lips feeling how hard she squeezed him, pounding into her with sure, violent slaps, not letting her escape, they both began to pant as they were fucking each other like crazy.

He sped up involuntarily, rooting into her like a madman, moaning loudly along with her, feeling shivers run down his spine each time he forced his fat cock into her tight interior again.

"− m − m gonna cum −" She mewled and after a moment her body arched in orgasm, clenching greedily on his cock, sucking it inside, her mouth parted wide in loud, surprised moan of pleasure.

He leaned over her and kissed her greedily, pressing his tongue deep into her throat, panting loudly, rooting his cock into her, heedless of her desperate whines, her insides oversensitive and sore from her fulfillment.

"− no, baby − just a little longer − I need to fill you − thaaat's it, there we go, oooh, fuckkk −" He gasped, coming hard at least, trembling and clenching his eyes shut, a helpless groan of relief escaping his lips as his semen finally spilled inside her.

"− oh God, baby − so fucking good − you did so well for me −" He praised her, placing tender, lingering kisses on her hot cheeks and neck, rocking his hips inside her for a moment longer.

She looked at him with misty eyes, swallowing loudly, breathing hard.

"− can − can I touch you now? −" She asked in a trembling voice, all hot − he smiled lightly and hummed, kissing her again, tenderly and softly.

He murmured contentedly when her arms immediately wrapped around him and pressed him against her naked body − he reciprocated her embrace and snuggled his face into her cheek, trying to calm his breathing.

He wanted to slide out of her, but was stopped by her hand gently gripping his buttocks.

"− can we stay like this? − just for a little longer −" She whispered embarrassed − he felt hot in his heart at the thought that she wanted to keep feeling him inside her.

He returned to his previous position and embraced her, lying down with her on his side, entwining their hands and legs, pressing his forehead against hers, gently teasing the tip of her nose.

"How do you feel? Are you all right? Did you enjoy it?" He asked tenderly, stroking her bare shoulder with his palm, wondering if he'd gone a tad overboard for their first time.

She nodded, swallowing loudly, her body pressed tighter against him, sweaty and hot.

"Yes. Can we take a nap now?" She asked in a whisper and he chuckled under his breath, kissing her nose with delight.

"You can nap at my place all night." He murmured and felt her move as she threw him a surprised look full of hope.

"Can I sleep here?" She mumbled and he snorted, running his nose over her cheek.

"That question assumes you have any choice. I have no intention of letting you out of my arms tonight."

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