#also yes its cropped like that on purpose it looked bad if i cropped too much of the bg so enjoy the pure darkness i guess LMAO mb

[purpeltomato]

just a joke

[mikgreo]

Gojo punishing his puppies!

satoru gojo, you, and his bff 🩷

nsfw minors dni.

au! where everyone is happy no one dies and theyre happy forever

satoru will always be here for his cute bunny!! even if his cute bunny decides to not be so innocent and turn out a cock hungry whore for his bsf, but thats okay! he can always punish you both. ♡

pairings: best friend! gojo x bimbo! reader , geto x bimbo! reader , geto x gojo

characters are probably ooc for the sake of the fic!! sorry..but hot men!!

Warnings: 18+ ,use of pet names, porn with the tiniest of plot, manhandling, degradation, threesome, oral (fem receiving), p/v sex, anal (masc recieving) pussy slapping, spitting, choking, slightest praise if you squint, virginity loss, hickeys, missionary, backshots. bimbo reader, lmk if i missed anything.

NOT PROOF READ SORRY!!😔

You knocked loudly on Gojo’s apartment door. You tried to clean up your runny nose, you did, and you also tried to stop your eyes from tearing up, but you couldn’t, not after you woke up extra early to get all cute for your boyfriend ex. you were supposed to go to a cute date just you and him, but instead you stood there like an idiot as you watched your own boyfriend make out with a girl outside the cafe you were supposed to meet him at.

you decided to show up early to surprise him. Instead he ended up surprising you. You didn’t bother confronting him. instead, you blocked him on everything. you didn’t know what to do, so you called your best friend.

“toru?” your voice clearly trembling from your crying.

“You okay, y/n? What happened, you sound shaken up-”

“Toru! are you home? need you really bad right now..please.” you didn’t know why you were calling him, it isn’t that serious.

“Yeah. ‘m home. friend’s over though, you sure you still w’na come?” he said, sounding unbothered. it was probably something about your boyfriend

“mhm. be there in 5.” you hung up. you wondered, was his friend cute?

here you were, infront of gojo’s door.

“Hey pretty, come in.” he hugged you slightly before you walked in

you bent over to kick your shoes off at the entrance. you only came to cuddle and let him comfort you like no other.

“ m’ so sorry im coming out of nowhere.” you smiled as you looked up at gojo through your lashes.

he was always taller than you maybe by a couple feet. you always admired his beauty, how his hair was so soft and perfectly layered. his blue eyes, the way he looked at you, a way he never looked at anyone else. his pale skin, and his pink perfect li- what am i thinking. you stopped before you got too carried away.

“dont worry sweetheart, its nothing. come, let me introduce you to suguru.” he took your wrist gently and pull you into the living room.

suguru? you thought. a part of you wished he looked as good as gojo.

“Suguru, this is y/n. Y/n this is Geto. I think its funny how both of my best friends have never met eachother.” he let out a slight laugh. so cute you thought.

“hi geto kun.” you gave him a bright smile. slightly crossing one arm to your other to press your boobs together “its nice to meet you!!” you giggled. he was cute, just like gojo, maybe he could be your next boyfriend.

“no need to call me by my last name, feel free to call me suguru, its nice to meet you too.”

he smiled back at you. he didn’t say much but you didn’t mind. he had a soft voice, higher than gojo, but still a tiny bit deep. it made you feel fuzzy.

“go ‘head and sit with suguru, im getting you a jacket. you need to cover up.” he glanced down at your outfit.

you didnt think you were wearing anything bad. a white crop top, tied around your neck by strings, with a jean miniskirt, leg warmers and of course your white toes.

yes maybe you were showing your breasts to much.. and nipples, and stomach. and too much thighs and legs. but you thought it was fine, a part of you wanted to be seen like this.

“hi suguru kun!! watchu watching?” you skipped over to him, making your boobs jiggle on purpose. you caught him looking.

“i dunno, some action movie. you gonna come sit with me and watch the movie, pretty?” he said tilting his head slightly, smiling, while patting the empty space on his left.

you were surprised at his boldness, maybe it was because gojo wasn’t here you thought. you paid no mind and went along with it.

“mhm, dont mind if i do.” you sat next to him, your plush thighs touching him. he was about to place his hand on your thigh until..

“hey, y/n here. i got u some pants and a hoodie.” he was clearly ticked off, jealous maybe?

“I dont wanna!!” you whined, as you got up. feeling geto’s eyes on your butt.

“mm.. theyre to big anyway toru!! and its so hot.” you hugged him as a way to convince him into letting you keep what you had on.

“atleast put the hoodie on, bunny.”

“why should i, hm?” you gave him a sly smile.

“so you don’t seem like an attention seeking whore to my friend.” he flicked your forehead

“ughh, fine.” you were definitely taking this off later.

gojo stared at you looking annoyed, “weren’t you just crying?”

oh. right, you remembered the whole reason you even came here.

“oh yeah, i forgot. I cought shin kissing some other bitch in-front of the cafe he was supposed to be taking me to, its nothing though, you made me feel better.” you smiled at him before grabbing a beer from the fridge. you chugged it before adding on, “i blocked him on everything though.”

“I dont get why you didn’t do that from the start.” he said flicking your forehead. again.

“ouch!!” you pouted

a few hours went by, you had gotten to know geto a little more, and you were pretty drunk, they both scolded you the whole time but you didnt care, you wanted to forget about your ex.

it was around 10pm when gojo decided to say..

“oh yeah, suguru is staying the night, so if you wanted to stay you might as well.” he placed his hand on your head before getting up from the floor where you were all sitting on from the previous board game.

“ i was .. hiccup .. plan- planning on it anyway.” you glanced over at geto, who was clearly staring at you.

you smiled at him before crawling over to him.

“hey. you’re cute..” you tilted your head and smiled. just looking at him made you feel fuzzy..

“hey. you’re drunk. come on get off before satoru comes back.”

“relaxxx~ hes gone! it’ll.. hiccup … take a while.” you scooted closer to him. lips ghosting over his

“dontcha wanna kiss me?”

“cant, even if i wanted too, pretty. your toru’s girl.”

you pouted at this. you didn’t like his rejection.

you quickly got up and rushed to find gojo, who was in his room getting blankets and pillows.

“toruuu!!!” you barged in

“yes bunny? whats up.”

you went up to him and pushed him onto the bed, half lidded eyes tracing over his features. you cupped his cheek.

“did you tell suguru we’re dating?”

“no, i didn’t, princess. why?” he raised a brow attempting to get you off, cleary failing.

“mm.. he wont let me kiss him. he said he cant.. because im ‘toru’s girl’, mm.” your finger tracing over his lips, legs closing in tightly at his waist.

he doesn’t look to happy, you thought.

“y/n, get off.” he said trying to push you off.

“why are you mad? you jealouss?” you were still on him, not going anywhere. you giggled at this.

“no, stop acting like a slut and just act normal for once.” his voice was stern. and harsh. he never talked to you like this, he was really mad.

you unconsciously started to tear up, maybe it was your drunk self, or your horny self, but you knew how to manipulate gojo into giving you what you want. what is it that i want?

“toru, m’ sorryyy..i love you okay? only you..im sorry for this.” you braced yourself. god you hoped your drunk self wasnt going to ruin everything.

“for wha-” gojo quickly being cut off.

there you were. cupping your best friends cheeks and making out with him, inviting your own tongue into his mouth. you grabbed his hand and placed it onto your waist. pushing him deeper into the mattress, gojo now laying down completely.

you pulled away to catch your breath.

“y/n. what the fuck are you doing?” he was confused but part of him liked this. he could never admit it right now though.

“satoru… im tired of pretending i dont like you. i dont wanna ruin anything but, hiccup..i love you. more than best friends.” you kissed his cheek, the corners of his mouth, his forehead and neck.

“y/n, your just drunk talking, you dont mean it.”

“m’ not. i mean it.”

“you’re a fucking whore.” was the last thing he said before yelling at geto.

“yo suguru, come here!” he manhandled you to a position where he was on top now.

“ya called?” geto came in.

gojo leaned into your ear whispering, “since you wanna be a slut, make a show for suguru, okay?”

“toru, i want you. i need you please..hiccup.. pleaseee.” you had no idea what was making you say this but you guessed it was just the horniness making you talk.

“suguru, your gonna fuck her, okay?” gojo glanced over at geto.

“with pleasure.” geto took his shirt off in one go and untied the strings of his sweats.

“t-toru! wait…”

“hm?”

“i want you..and sugu, to eat me out.” you covered your face with your arms.

“is that so, princess?” gojo grabbed the back of your knees and pressed them against your shoulders.

“hold on tight for me, ‘kay bunny?” he flashed you a smile. “suguru, ya ready?”

“let’s see what our puppy tastes like gojo ♡” suguru said kneeling down next to gojo spreading kisses down your thighs and tummy, putting your panties to the side and bunching your skirt up to your stomach.

“h..hurry.. need it, now, pl-please!” you were getting impatient for their touch. you felt like you were about to explode.

almost immediately gojo lapped at your cunt on command rubbing his finger up and down your hole while occasionally sticking his tongue in while suguru sucked on your puffy clit.

“n-ngh! a..hah! sug..toru! more more more..!” you began to blabble already to fucked out from barely any action.

“taste so fuckin’ good, bunny.” satoru said sticking his digit inside your weeping and needy hole. “look how wet she is, suguru ♡” he said pulling out his finger pulling it up so geto could see.

“mm..she’s so pretty, all wet glistening in her juices.” geto grabbed gojo’s wrist and pulled his middle finger up to his mouth, sucking off all your juices.

gojo blushed at this.

“tou..touch me, touch me mor- hah! ngh yes.yesyesyes!!” your head rolling back into the mattress, and you swore, there was stars on the ceiling.

gojo stuck in 3 digits inside your leaking pink hole. “gotta get you niceee and ready, love. don’t want me and sugu-chan hurting your poor cunt do we now?”

he giggled seeing your flushed and confused expression. gojo moved out of the way leaving geto to eat you like a starved man. “h-hah!! wha.. you? sugu?? cant..take..both cant..at once! nghh, suguru!”

“im sure you can, be a good girl and let us stretch you out, hm?” gojo grabbing geto, who wouldve probably never let go of your pretty cunt, by the hair to get him off and fully undressed.

“but before that, im gonna get suguru to stretch you out okay?” he goes to your side caressing your cheek. “you’d like that wouldn’t you? you just love sugu-chan so much you want him to stretch you out nice and good, hm?”

“t-toru!! cant… i..im a ..” you hesitated. fuck it. “virgin! virgin, im a virgin toru toru… ngh!” you could barely talk with how geto’s fingers curved and scissored across your gummy walls.

he laughed. “pfftt, you act like a slut and you’ve never even gotten any action, you’re such a whore.” gojo wrapped his hand around your neck choking you softly.

“Suguru, you okay with fucking a virgin dumb?” gojo flashed him his fangs as he smiled, softly slapping your cheek.

“i’d be more than happy.” he pushed your legs further onto your shoulders aligning himself at your entrance.

he spit on your cunt and gave it a slap, earning a muffled moan from you as gojo bullied his tongue into your mouth.

“breathe, ‘kay? and relax, im ‘bout to go in.” he slapped the side of your thigh to make sure you heard him.

“mm-mhm!!” you mumbled, gojo finalizing the kiss by biting your bottom lip, kissing your forehead after. “get ready, baby. it wont hurt, if you just welcome him in ♡”

geto slowly pushed in your tight little hole.

“n-ngh! hah..big..big!!!” you looked down, realizing this was the first time you saw geto’s dick. it was thick, you would have to guess it was around 6 inches from what youve seen in those porn videos.

“suguru, don’t go easy on her, dont hold back. its her punishment for being such a whore.” gojo said finding his way into the crook of your neck giving you hickeys.

“sorry, princess.. hold your breathe for a sec yea?”

you were confused at suguru’s request, but you complied too drunk to understand. and suddenly-

plap!!!

“F-FUUUCK!!. ngh..ya….hah.. ow, sugu.. too much.. too-t- big!!” you struggled against the two boy’s hold on you.

suguru began to slip in out of you, occasionally stopping to bottom out all his length inside your cunt.

“so! soo good. more!! faster sugu please!~” crossing your eyes, your whole body moving up and down from his thrusts.

“can..feel you! in my tum..my!!..mm” you were cock drunk.

“toru..touch..touch me!!” you looked at him with heart filled eyes, you wanted him to touch you too.

“such a brat. at least say please, ya dog. so nasty and needy.” you slapped your cheek making you shamefully moan. “knew you’d like that, fuckin’ whore.” he slapped your pussy occasionally rubbing your clit.

“yes!! yes so good! toru, sugu! im..im..close closecloseclose..!!” you lolled your tongue out, eyes teary, pools of drool coming down your tongue.

“ya on..ngh..the pill, doll?” suguru said while getting sloppier with his thrusts.

“yeah, she is.” gojo speaking for you, being too fucked out to respond.

“can i c-come..inside, satoru?” geto said glancing over at gojo, him taking notice of geto’s sweaty trembling body knowing he was about to burst.

“go for it, didn’t know ya was a fuckin’ dirty slut just like y/n.” gojo walked over behind geto, biting on his ear lobe lovingly. teasingly.

“fu..fuckk….cant!! cant hold..” geto gave his last thrusts, shooting warm ropes in your cunt.

“hhaa!! so warmm.. ngh..!! good..”

“creamin’ all over suguru’s cock huh, princess? just like the fucking slut you are.”

gojo pushed geto down, making him shift his weight on your tiny body, bending him over making sure geto was still inside you.

“sat-toru? what the fuck.. hey..he-ngh!~ fuck..” geto protested, but getting interrupted by gojo spitting down his ass, wetting his hole.

“punishment for being cock-whores, sugu-chan and y/n ♡”. gojo sticked two fingers inside geto’s warm unopened hole.

“sugu…again..please! so ..horny.” you said cupping his cheeks, lips meeting. eventually sloppily making out as geto started to begin his slow thrust.

you felt his dick twitch as he moaned in your mouth possibly from gojo’s fingers.

“sato…ruu! slow down, cant..focus!! ngh.” geto too overstimulated to concentrate on your pleasure.

“lemme take over then, ‘kay?” he kissed geto down his spine, slowly pushing in the pink tip of his cock inside geto.

“f-fuck!! i..nghhh!!” geto trembled eyes never leaving yours. never breaking eye contact.

gojo wasnt even all the way in when he started to forcefully thrust into geto’s poor hole, making geto move harsher inside you.

“fuckk, so tight yeah baby?” gojo grabbed geto’s hips getting better grip as he slammed into him, projecting his strength to geto, thrusting into your poor overstimulated hole.

“slow..slow down!! suguu…cant take!! it..” you felt like you were going to break having twice the weight on your legs now. barely remembering how to breathe and talk.

“toru!! so ..good~ ahh.. wait!! slow..down!! y/n cant take it..” geto trying to get up forgetting he was leaning half his weight onto you, but immediately being shoved back down by gojo.

“mmm!! m sorry prin-cess!” he shoved his face into your neck moaning into it. you felt his drool slip down.

“..go—ood!! good….mytummy! cant..its com…ing!!”

“hah…look! the bitch can’t even fuckin’ talk no more, she’s so fucked out.” gojo laughed at you.

“toru, just..go sl-ah!!-lower, pl..please!!” geto cried out, as his body was holding on tightly to you.

“ouch..sugu!! too tight!!” you took notice on his grip on you, thinking he was about to break your bones.

you all were clearly about to explode, on the edge of cumming. you couldn’t take anymore.

“come on suguru! just cus im fucking you dont mean you can forget all about our girl.” he gave a harsh slap to geto’s ass making him remember to keep thrusting hard into your poor cunt.

“nyaa!! cummin…d-daddy, toru!!!” how cute. gojo thought hearing you say that, already trained to say his name while cumming despite him not even laying a finger on you.

“me ..too. ‘m cumming satoru!” geto put his hands on both sides of you getting up slightly to give you room.

“fuckk…on the count of three yea? ya slut’s gonna come for me, ‘kay?” gojo fastening his thrusts, also making geto unconsciously move his hips into your pussy.

“one…”

“two…”

“nghhh!!! toru, suguru!!!” you squirted all over geto’s dick and stomach.

“fu..ck. toruuu..y/n.” geto moaned softly as his body slowly gave up, shooting his last load into your cunt.

“atta’ girlll, squirt fa’ sugu-chan.. so proud of you suguru.” he planted kissed down geto’s spine and back, also cumming in geto’s little abused hole.

gojo pulled out, geto slowly following behind.

you curled into a ball, trying to regain your regular breathing rhythm, about to pass out.

“we’re not done yet, puppies. ♡” gojo said as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, white hair sticking to his forehead.

“we’re going all night.” he smirked.

i hope u guys liked it!! lmk if u want pt. 2 :33 this was my first time hehe im sorry if its bad🥲

[gilverrwrites]

this isn't really a request but what draws you to hal jordan? i've always been a jason fan but he's been really interesting me lately and i wonder what you like about his character, and how you put that in your writing? sorry if this is weird, but i love how you speak on the characters you write and your writing in general :3

I appreciate you asking this, and I hope you keep looking into Hal because I do think he's an interesting, and very underrated character at least within fandom space. But this seems an odd question to ask me specifically as I've only ever written one headcanon, and a match-up for him. I haven't written about him enough to have a grip on what exactly about him works for me on paper (or screen).

However, I want to write more about him going forward so i’ll try and surmise what I like about him.

Disclaimers: I am hangging out of my ass rn. A lot of my understanding of Hal comes from pre-2011 and obviously this is just my personal view of the character.

As a Hero, I like that he's kinda different in his orgin to most. He didn't choose the lanterns, they chose him and he embraced it, quite willingly, and I thinks because he's:

a) always chased a sense of purpose.

b) good. Something deep inside him craves to do good.

(not saying he was blindly indoctrinated but I think I know which JL member is most likely to unwittingly join a cult.)

He's often billed as being ‘without fear’ but I don't think thats true. He's often shown to be afraid of things and he’s constantly surrounded by peers and foes that are alien, or immortal, or super-powers, but despite the constant reminder of his own mortality, he still runs toward his fears. He’s not without fear but he is exceptionally brave.

He's flawed. I know that most characters are flawed. His bravery is often driven/over shadowed by his recklessness and thrill-seeking which in my cases I've always considered to be a coping mechanism. Its hard to dwell on your unwanted emotions when you're high on adrenalin, drunkenly hurdling through the sky at 100 miles and hour, you know? (or whatever a realistic speed for a plane is idk)

He's quite a prideful character, he likes to show off the things he does well and downplay his mistakes, but when he does do bad, he always eventually take responsibility for his action. Its a big theme of his earlier stories.

He's got a strong personality, you have to in order to fit in amongst the JL and the likes.

He portrays himself very confidently, some would say overconfident, cocky, abrasively so. Which is a kind of character I've always been compelled to. I like a character with bravado, especially if they’re funny and charming too, which tick and tick.

Despite his pride, Hal also knows when its time to buckle down and get a job done.

(About to start muddling canon and my own fanon now) Yet, in his down time he's kind of a loser? I mean, ACAB to start (yes even space cops). But like, in his off time, when he's back on earth, he couch surfs, or finds someone to shack up with then spends most of his days in his boxers, drinking beer, scratching his balls, watching re-runs of MASH and Miami Vice.

Can't keep a job cause he's not really dedicated to anything but the crop (commitment issues ammiright?)

Gets kinda jealous and defensive when he finds out characters like Bruce and Ollie are also just human, like him. Thought he was special, you know?

There's a lot more going on with his character, I'm barely scratching the surface here, but these are just the first things that came to mind for me.

Oh, and if may add one last thing:

[kkusuka]

HQ Middle blocker kinks <3

@xxxxtanaxxxx​ request  hq kinks but middle blocker version please 🥺

I'm gonna be honest i wasn't gonna do this buuut here it is 

i have a setter one in the works and here is the ace version!

here is the setter version <3

Characters:  Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa,  Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

Mentioned female anatomy, but mostly gn

content warning: consensual non-con, humiliation, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurisms, degradation, bondage, sex toys, cockwarming, edging, soft priamal/prey, mentions of house break-ins, pegging, size kink, overuse of the word Daddy, face fucking, hickeys

i think thats all? 

buckle up, this is gonna be looooong.

Tsukishima Kei

Degradation

This is a given, my mans has a mouth on him, AND HE KNOWS HOW TO USE IT

He says the most vulgar things in your ears (and you love it)

His nickname for you is Cum-dump, and he calls you that so much that you’ve started to respond to it. “Hey, Cum-dump! Come here” “ok Tsukki”

And when he’s cumming? A slew of insults just come out

“You whore, oh, you fucking cum-slut, you’d let anyone do this to you won't you”

And it's not limited to this!

“You're just a hole”

“You only exist for me to fuck, Right? You're just a glorified fleshlight”

“You're only good for sucking my cock”

“I should just leave you chained to the wall so I can fuck you anytime I want, that's all you're good at so you should love it”

It won’t even be only during sex

You could literally be just studying with him and he’ll just lean over and say “ you want to be fucked right now don't you? In front of all these people, I bet you’d love it Cum-dump”

Humiliation

Goes with a dirty mouth

He’ll flip your skirt while walking in front of groups of other students

He purposely sucks hickeys where your uniform does not cover and then laughs at you because you're just such a slut.

One of his favorite things to do is have you wear a vibrator in school, only on days where you have to do something in front of the class

No worries he has the remote and turns it alllllll the way up during the middle of your presentation, you just look so cute all red!

He’ll make it better!!

You can cum in front of the class, let everyone know how much of a whore you are!

Purposeful neglect

He wants you so horny you can’t think

If that means not giving you attention for FIVE DAYS so be it.

No touching yourself and if he finds out you did he’ll ignore you for longer and you don’t want that do you?

You will wait for him to touch you.

He’ll also just ignore you.

No begging, he doesn't care, he doesn't want to hear it.

Don't touch him, stop being a brat or you won’t get off for a whole week.

Bondage

It's all about control <3

Having you tied up and immobile is the best way to show how little you are.

He’ll tie you up and put you on the couch with a vibrator and just watch movies, unable to rock your hips

This seems cruel but he’ll tie your hands up and make you eat dinner with just your mouth <3

He’ll make you watch tv with a ball gag in

He’ll have a riding crop in his hands when you study and he’ll hit your little clit/silt with it every time you get a question wrong

Kuroo Tetsuro

Pet names

Literally any kind o endearment, but mainly switches between Kitten and Baby Girl/Boy(i am swooning right now)

He WILL call you these in front of people and out loud in public

He’s called you them in front of your parents in front of Kenma in the middle of the grocery store.

So you're wondering, why does that matter? People do that all the time!

Well, he calls you them so you remember how he completely ruined your little body and how his cum is still dripping out of you <3

And its cannon that he has a sexy voice, and it drops and gets deeper when he calls you them.

Thigh highs

It doesn't matter in you have the biggest thighs ever or just a bone, if you wear any kind of thigh highs (bonus points for Cat ones) he will be ready to bust a nut

It's not only him that gets off on them, especially when he takes them off

He’ll climb over you and use his teeth to pull them down to your feet and he’ll kiss and bite his way back up to do the other one.

He also will sometimes leave them on to rail you into your bed, when this happens he puts your legs over your shoulders and squishes his head between them.

(kuroo loves thighs, and that's that)

Caregiver

He's taken care of Kenma all his life, and you bet your ass he’ll do it for you

This means he gives the best aftercare you could imagine, I’m talking bubble baths

He’ll cook for you in nothing but an apron, and he’ll tease you when you get all flushed and cute!

You had a bad day? He’ll eat you out for hours until you’re all cuddly and tired.

He’ll fuck you slow where you need it and he’ll kiss all the pain away <3

He just loves having you dependent on him makes him so happy and thankful to have you!

Threesomes

Mainly for Kenma, but he let bokuto have a turn and even convinced Tsikki to give it a try!

He really just wants to show off that you’re his what better way to show you off then let some of them get a taste of something they’d never have.

Favorite position for this? Split roasting/ Eiffel towering

He's the one who you're sucking on, and he’s so far down your throat making him suck you deeper and deeper until you’re drooling all over his balls like a good Kitten

Whoever he sharing you with would be in you following whatever Kuroo tells them to do

Rub your clit? Yes Sir.

Faster. Yup

Slowdown Kittens being bad so she doesn't get to get off <3

Suna Rinatro

Purposeful neglect

Just like Tsukki, he wants you hot and bothered all the time

He will just sit around and scroll on his phone while you’re whining :(

Just let him watch this video and he’ll get you off!

Will never tell you but you just look so cute, all needy and horny for him.

Sometimes he’ll slip you a libido pill and just watch the world burn.

He will wait until you have ruined whatever shorts you’re wearing (and he’ll take them) and THEN he will help his poor needy baby

Cockwarming

Almost every time he games, he puts you on his dick

you already know it’s happening when he takes the controller out

He says it's because he doesn't want to “leave you out”

No moving on him though, if you8 move it could distract him and you do not want him to lose, losing means being pounded into the floor until you can't think, then being ignored the rest of the day “horny sluts can sit on the floor until they need to be used”.

But if all goes well, he’ll go soft in between rounds and will suck on your neck and will let you cuddle into him during the rounds

But when Suna if feeling a bit more adventurous he will put his headset on you and fuck you with all of his friends listening

And if that's not bad enough they all clearly know what’s happening id Osamus soft coo’s and Gin’s little comments (but it's not like they want it to stop anyway)

Edging

Will literally just do this out of nowhere

You thought you were finally gonna cum, then nothing

HE WILL just do things for hours to see you cry and begging or him to just let you cum

He’ll stick four fingers in you and bring you to your climax and just leave you on the edge

He won't even have a reason, you were being good, you let him play his game and he does this?

Que pouty bby

Video/Photography

We all saw this coming-

But he takes it a step further than just having a photo collection of you

He has a personal private story with just you in it where he put videos of you riding him or sucking his dick fo you to “see how slutty you are”

 that's not even it,  he sends you a picture of you naked in the middle of work, with no shame either

Thus one time you were showing a coworker a shirt you had bought and he texted you and the picture showed up. It was awkward for the next few days.

But these don't even compare to how he has an entire Instagram account (private of course) of your nodes and videos of the two of you fucking.

One extra little thing is that you both watch porn together for ideas.

Satori Tendou

(i could make him a post of his own-so so many kinks for Satori)

Humiliation (mentions of pee)

This can range from calling you names to making you touch yourself in public

He’s called you a pillow princess in the middle of class, in front of your teacher

It had gotten so bad they Ushijima had to ask what a “cum-dumpster was” because Satori had called you that in front of the team.

He doesn't even introduce you as his S/O, hw=e would call you an escort or that you were just his personal fuck toy.

This kink goes so far that when you were on a double date with Semi, under the table Tendo had his hand literally in your pants.

**One of his favorite things is to make you hold your pee in until you are almost peeing yourself, isn't that embarrassing that you're a grown adult who’s about to wet yourself?

Overstimulation

He wants to see you a complete mess all over him

The main goal of all of this is to make you squirt or begin to have dry orgasms

He will not stop until he’s happy or you say your safe word (which is rare)

One orgasm just isn't enough for him :/

And it's a big boost of confidence for him!

he‘s proud to know he can make you cum so much you cant even think!

Dacryphilia

This AND overstim?

Good luck

He can't even explain why it turns him on so much.

You just look so beautiful with tears streaming down your face all fucked out

It always hits him at the worst times too, you crying over a bad grade? A pretty tear falling over your soft cheeks. Hard.

Just watched a sad movie, he’s ready to pound you into the couch.

Anal

Oh ho ho

This can be one of two things, he does it because it feels good

OR

He does it as punishment

That means no lube

No adjusting to his dick

And no extra pleasure to help you get off

He’s so mean </3

Taichi Kawanishi

This man screams pornstar

Public sex

This man is unstable

You could just be walking in public and he just decides he wants to fuck.

Who are you to stop him?

Just let him get this out real quick you can shop later.

Exhibitionism

The thought of being in the open? This man loves it

And you don't really have a choice but to love it

Every time you go to the beach he just has his dick in you, in the ocean sitting in his lap while eating lunch

He doesn't even care who sees

Children? Who cares, look away or whatever

Getting caught

It doesn't even matter who it is

If someone walks in when you're doing it he’s cumming

It's just hot

He doesn't need to explain it to you

he also makes u take nudes and had them as his homescreen for a while

Issei Matsukawa

I’d let this man kill me-

Leather/ latex

LEATHER GLOVES

He wears them when he fingers you so he can make fun of how wet you made them.

He dresses you up in these pretty little pastel dresses (gender to heel, he doesn't care, you look hot weather your a boy, girl, or not) and he wears all black (goth daddy Mattsun) and his gloves to fuck you in his leather-covered fist.

That's not even it

He has an entire bin of different colored chokers and leashes just for his pretty baby

Along with that, he has a shelf of latex thigh highs for you to wear and even has an entire outfit for you to wear and show off to him.

Ddlg/b/n-Lifestyle

This is why he has a lot of things that you wear!

He loves to take care of you all the time!

He loves to make his baby food and love to watch movies with you

And you love him so much too!

You would do anything for Daddy!

And he takes you shopping and to restaurants, and if you want literally anything big or small all you have to do is look up at him with puppy dog eyes and a “Daddy, please!!” and boom his credit card is already out.

Size kink

Big dick Mattsun-

This all comes back to the fact that you are so beautiful

And big dick little hole, who doesn't love that??

He sure does, don't worry though he always makes sure to prep you

Except if it's punishment- he doesn't like it he swears! He’d never want to hurt you!

And you’d believe it until your crying on his cock and it throbs ://

But if it still hurts, and it does, he’ll let you go your pace and sink all the way down onto his cock<3

Fun fact the first time he went into your ass he tried to with no lube and you couldn't sit for DAYS

Voyeurism (receiving)

Makki Makki Makki

I would say he was into Cuckolding but its always him doing the watching while Issei fucks you

And Makki loves it too if his constant praises and coo’s said anything about it.

And Mattsun just gets off on the fact his best friend is watching something he’ll (maybe if you're not into it) never fully have

Mattsun also likes having you tied up an watching him fuck a fleshlight of just jerking off

You look so pathetic :)

extra for big dick mattsun, he Shows all of his friends <3

I am a whore for the Seijoh 4

You bet Makki has an entire folder of pic of you, whether they are of you dripping cum or just with your legs open.

Even if he says he doesn't save them, you know Iwa has gotten off you a recording of you moaning and asking for Daddy’s cock

And Oikawa is always asking for more (the little manwhore), he says they are “references” for him, liar, he jerks off to them in his bathroom.

Takanobu Aone

It's always the quiet ones-

I just gotta get these first two out-

Consensual non-con

I can just TELL he like to pretend to break into your house

Pretend you're so scared and you don't like it

Tying you up and listening to your little cries, awwwwweeee

You were just too pretty to ignore

Just let him have a taste, stop crying he knows you want it just as much as he does

Primal/prey

He wants to feel like he earned his reward

A perfect little trophy for him to use as a toy

His dick in your tiny dripping hole is all the reward he needs

It's like you're a pretty innocent bunny and he’s a big fox just waiting for the right time to strike :)

Soft sex/ praise

I know what I said up there

But none of that means he doesn't love just setting you down on the bed with candles and rose petals and just making love

Soft music in the background and worshipping every inch of your skin

You need to be vocal though!

Tell him how pretty he is when he cums, and how perfectly his dick fits in your hole!

Tell him how soft he looks and how he is making your nipples feel like heaven.

Aftercare- bc I am also soft for aone and he is a good guy

Bubble baths and chocolate

Movies and cuddling

All of this makes him so glad that he found you

Especially when you cuddle into him all sleepily and tired.

Shoyo Hinata

oh he is so pretty-

Mutual masturbation

It's the perfect way to experience pleasure

He can see you in all your glory

All of the faces he sometimes misses when he’s fucking you!

He also learns from it!

He sees the angle your fingers go to hit that sweet spot so the next time he’s in you he knows where to aim!

(he is so precious-)

Pegging

You wanted to try it so he almost immediately agreed-

But it felt good!

The two of you reserved what one you wanted so the one he picked was almost made for him.

Plus, you look ridiculously good with the strap on-

And he voices that as much as he can!

And sometimes when he rides the strap he just watches it going in and out and in and out

(you also think this is SUPER hot but won't tell him :/)

Riding

It doesn't matter if it's you or him

Watching you fall apart on his cock without him doing a thing makes him cum harder than anything

Sometimes he gets so excited that he comes before you and makes you stay there until he’s hard again, which doesn't take long at all.

when it's him?

he’ll go for hours just to hear you tell him how good he is and how pretty he looks

Lingerie

Especially pastel babydolls

But nothing you wear could ever make you look bad in his eyes

Ok he likes it when you keep the lingerie on too like he’s fucking you and you till have a little nightgown/crop top on

Lord he will BUUUUUUSSSTTT

Lev Haiba

Size kink

Unintentionally too

He didn't even know it, but he did know that he liked that you were so much smaller than him.

He likes to put your hand to him and just look at the difference and before he knew it he was painfully hard

On the occasion, he makes fun of you saying his dick is just too big for you and you can't handle it, but then you get on your knees and he shuts up real quick

Praise kink

A given

He wants to know how good he makes you feel at all times

It doesn't have to be words either!

loud moans explanations of pleasure all drive him to move faster and faster!

Even yelling “oh god!” gets him off

He makes you feel that good huh?

Wall sex

Just playing on the size kink thing

He loves to just pick you up and fuck with reckless abandon

Gets a way better angle too- bet you didn't think he would realize that

He also likes to watch the combination of your juices drip to the floor-

Shugo Meian (MSBY captain)

Sexiest team-

Daddy/ Captain kink

Just look at him, he screams Daddy louder than you do when he’s fucking you

He takes pride in being Captain meaning he’ll fuck you for hour if the word even falls from your lips

And yes you have said it (daddy) front of the team and he did get hard, and the both of you did fuck in the locker room of the gym for an hour before you got kicked out

Even in arguments you better call him daddy, he will stop and fuck you into the ground for it

Angry or not you WILL use his title

Spanking

Will threaten you with this almost everyday

He just uses it as an excuse to touch your ass

He makes you count after each one and makes you thank him

It would look a bit like this

“Five! Thank you Daddy!” “Good Baby, five more”

But that doesn’t mean when you really deserve it that he won't unleash the wrath of god onto your poor ass

But after he’ll kiss it all better and Daddy will reward you for taking your punishment well

Controlled orgasms

By this i mean that you wont cum unless he says so

And you have to ask

Aka “Daddy please let me cum, I really want to”

And depending on what he’s feeling maybe you’ll get to cum then

And if not you’ll have to wait like a good Girl/Boy and cum when he does, which could late literally forever.

but its better than disobeying his orders, which could lead to him completely pulling out and just jerking off to cum on you :((

Deepthroating/ Face Fucking

Nothing is better to him than coming home to you on your knees and mouth open and ready

But when he’s all pent up from practice and he sees you?

Rip your throat, you aren't talking for a few days

He’ll literally fuck your face no question

He’ll put his dick so far down your throat you could feel it in your stomach

Yutaro Kindaichi

Hate sex 

He just makes everyone angry

And he gets off on it

You look so fucking delectable all red faced and angry

Makes him want to just slam into right then and there

Dom/Sub

Clearly he wants to be in control

Controlling someone is just such a  turn-on for him

Looking all pretty doing exactly what he wanted you too <3

Hickeys 

Wants to show off that you are his 

What better way than marking up your neck with pretty bruises

Plus he likes how you get all shy when people look at them 

[sinner-as-saint]

Power Over Me - 3.

Bucky Barnes x Reader AU

Previous Parts.

Run-through: CEO James Buchanan Barnes is a dominant. And he’s spent the last 5 years searching for his perfect submissive. Then one night, he finds you. He thinks everything will fall perfectly into place now; but he thought wrong. Turns out your unfortunate past which still haunts you to this day, and some of his enemies are, well, connected. Things go wrong. And your bond with your dom is tested in many ways…

Themes throughout the series: dom/sub dynamic, smut, dirty talk, angst, fluff, soft dom!bucky

Bucky held your hand in his and asked you to follow him upstairs. To his study room.

He very rarely used it, but while you and him made your way up – he had found a use for it instantly.

You looked around, and needless to say, this room was just as orderly and aesthetically pleasing as the rest of his house. The color theme of this room was mainly black and brown, with wooden accents all over. Shelves filled with books, comfortable couches, his large desk, reading lamps, and file cabinets. There were a few plants in the corners of the room, and they looked in perfect shape. The room was light and airy, the large windows showed part of the lush front yard.

You concluded that you liked the room a lot. The room gave a very formal, serious vibe, and you didn’t mind it. It was very fitting for a man like Mr. Barnes.

Bucky spoke up.

“Y/N?” he called out to get your attention, even though you were standing just a feet or two away from him. Him calling you by your name instead of the sweet nicknames caught your attention immediately. You turned to face him.

He approached you and took both your hands in his, his thumb caressed your knuckles as he spoke. “I want this room to be an area that you and I use for serious discussions. You’re free to talk here, and you are not required to call me ‘Sir’, you may call me by my name. James or Bucky, whichever you prefer.” He spoke, and you nodded.

He smiled and looked down at your hands in his. “In this room, we’re not just dom and sub. We’ll need to be open, and honest to each other. Okay?” he needed to make sure you understood.

“Yes.” you answered, smiling faintly.

“Good.” He said and stared into your eyes. You could still see remnants of his dominant side, even if he was trying to tone it down. Control was his forte, so you weren’t entirely surprised. “Let’s take a seat, and we’ll talk.” He walked over to his large desk. And he waited.

He didn’t order you to sit. He didn’t point to any chair in particular, he just waited. You walked over and sat across him. He sat down as well. He noticed your head wasn’t hung low, you faced him properly. He liked it.

“Remember, Y/N, open and honest.” He reminded you, softly. He took a deep breath, “Now tell me what you learned during your training with Thor.” He leaned back in his leather seat. And you mindlessly mimicked his actions, and straightened your back.

You responded after a short pause. “I was taught that masters know best. And that as a sub, I should always, always take whatever they give, without ever interjecting. And I was taught that I should be grateful for whatever attention I get. For that, I had to abide by his set of rules, do my chores and everything else.” You ended your sentence abruptly.

Bucky frowned. “What’s everything else?” he asked. He knew he wasn’t going to like the answer to this but he had to hear it once and for all.

You had nothing to hide, not from him. “Please him, sexually. Else I was said to be ungrateful and undeserving of his attention. Sometimes we would go days and weeks without playtime, because he said he was dissatisfied with my... performance.” You replied.

Bucky noticed the change in your tone. You weren’t scared or nervous, you sounded like you were getting something off your chest. You sounded like the more you talked, the more you felt free.

You did indeed.

Bucky shifted in his seat. He knew this was hard for you to talk about, but it was hard for him too. He wanted nothing more than to just punch that excuse of a man in the face. “Did you wear his collar?”

“Yes.” you responded and he felt a weight on his chest. He hated that answer the most.

“For how long?” he braced himself.

“Two years.” You replied.

Bucky nodded. “What else can you tell me about your time with him, and his training?” he asked. This conversation was uncomfortable, but it needed to be had.

You sighed, looking down at your lap with a strange look on your face. You pitied yourself. “He was intense. He didn’t believe in safe words, or limits, or dos and don’ts.” That pretty much summed up the kind of dom Thor was.

“What if you didn’t like, or didn’t want something?” he asked right away. His anger was building again.

You had the same sad smile on your face as you thought about everything. “I wasn’t allowed to not like something. He trained me into thinking I had no say in anything.” You looked up and faced him. Bucky had never felt a bigger need to protect you like he did now. “And, I couldn’t leave him because…” you trailed off.

He pieced it together. “Because you needed a dom.” He completed your sentence.

You nodded. “Amongst other reasons, yes. That too.” You spoke, he frowned.

Other reasons? “What other reasons?” he questioned, bracing himself again. Fearing that he might hear something he hasn’t been expecting.

You looked down again. “He wasn’t just my master. He owned me, quite literally.” You said. Bucky waited for you to continue – a strange emotion picking at him on the inside. You continued, “He didn’t choose me at the line-up, we didn’t mutually agree on it beforehand, he just gave the club money in exchange for me.” You paused. “He bought me.”

Fuck. Bucky swallowed audibly. You looked up at him, but didn’t think much of it. He didn’t say anything, he was too busy feeling terrible at the sad look on your face.

You spoke again, “Then he got bored.” That sad smile was back again. Bucky felt like someone was very slowly piercing a dagger into his heart, making sure he feels the pain for as long as possible. You continued, “He brought me back to the club, and took his collar away.”

Bucky cringed at your words, almost like he had been slapped across the face. Oh baby… he still remained quiet.

“He forced the club to give him a huge chunk of his money back. They did. But then I had to work for the club, to somewhat make up for it and pay back the money they had to return him. I cleaned before opening and after closing time. They did pay me, but they would take most of my salary away each time.” You didn’t look up at him when you finished talking.

Oh, so that’s what you meant when you said you worked for the club? Bucky thought to himself, processing all the new information you had given him. The strange emotion from earlier still gnawed at him. I’m sorry my angel…

He cleared his throat, attempting to ignore the lump which was forming. “Thank you for telling me. I highly appreciate you being honest with me. I know this was a hard conversation to have, but I’m glad you trusted and confided in me.” He spoke softly.

You looked up at him and smiled faintly. “Thank you for not treating me like a burden, or a commodity like Thor did.” You meant what you said.

Bucky smiled, even though guilt, shame and worry washed over him like a harsh wave. He also noticed that you finally called Thor by his name. Guess this conversation had served its purpose after all. “You’re a priority of mine, Y/N. I will never take you for granted.”

You looked up at Bucky like he hung the moon, and for a few seconds he didn’t know how to act. He forgot where he was, he felt something; a pull. Oh…

He was getting overwhelmed by his emotions, so he changed the topic quickly. He got up from his chair and walked over to you and sat down on the seat next to you. You and him had another lengthy conversation about the real meaning of the relationship between a dom and a sub. Some of his words really moved you.

“I’m here to lift the burden of control off your shoulders whenever you need me to. I will treasure and respect your submission. Your comfort and consent is a priority. You are a priority. I will mold you into the best version of a sub that you can be.”

He continued talking, and you looked into his eyes and wondered where he had been all your life. “Your obedience, your submission, the ability to control you, your responsibility and well-being. Having all that is a big deal. I can’t have you be scared or nervous or hesitant around me. Trust and communication vital for our relationship, okay?”

He spoke looking deep into your eyes. He reached out and held your hand in his again. “Don’t you ever, ever forget that I need you as well. I need you as much as you need me. I need you to tell me things, good or bad. Everything, I need to know.”

You nodded at his words. He continued, “You need to trust me without any hesitation. And remember, even when you submit yourself completely to me, you still have the reins in your hand. You have the power, you just hand it over to me in the playroom. And you allow me to control you and be your dominant and give you what you need. But it still is your power.” He explained. His words echoed in your head. “Do you understand, Y/N?”

You nodded. He tilted his head, giving you a ‘really?’ look. You smiled, “I understand, Bucky.”

He tried not to let it show, but his heart fluttered at the sound of his name leaving your lips. He smiled at you. And the conversation went on for a longer while. You had questions, he had answers.

Then the two of you discussed your limits. What you were willing to try, and what not. Dos and don’ts. Hard nos, and maybes.

“No whips and canes?” he wanted to confirm, looking up from his list. You shook your head. Nope. Bucky scanned the list again. “Riding crop?” he asked. And you had an adorable pout on your face as you thought.

“That’s fine.” You said. He smiled and pushed the list towards you.

“Anything else?” he asked, and watched you intently as you scanned the list and did a little confirming nod at each thing you saw in the dos and don’ts.

“Nope, this is perfectly fine.” You pushed the list towards him again. “Won’t you show me your playroom?” you had a spark in your eyes as you spoke.

Bucky chuckled. “Later, I promise.” Honestly, he couldn’t wait either. But he had some work related things he needed to take care of first, then he would dedicate his entire evening to you and catering to your needs.

Bucky stood up, after putting the sheet of paper in a file. He held his hand out, he had missed holding you in the past hour or so, he couldn’t be as affectionate as he would like given the topic of your conversations were rather serious. “Come on, let’s go back downstairs.”

You took his hand and let him lead you out of the room. Once into the hallway, you spoke up again. “Thank you, sir.” You went back to his preferred title.

“What for, baby?” and he went back to his usual nicknames. He tightened his grip around your hand and you mindlessly scooted further into his side as you two walked back downstairs.

“For being so kind, and caring. For not threatening to leave me or return me to the club if I misbehave.” You voiced out your honest thoughts. Part of Bucky frowned at your words, but part of him liked the honesty.

He stopped at the end of the stairs. “Hey,” he cupped your face. “Forget Thor. Forget the club. I know it’ll take time. But you have to do your best and let what happened in past remain in the past. Okay doll?”

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

 Once in the living room again, you blushed when you saw the couch on which you were bent over earlier. The tingly feeling came back when Bucky pulled you on his lap again, purposely sitting on the same very couch where he had spanked you earlier.

He pulled you closer as you straddled his lap. “Now tell me, what do you normally enjoy doing?” he asked, then leaned in to kiss the side of your mouth. “Apart from being a perfect little angel, of course.” he added, chuckling and kissing down your neck.

You giggled. “I’m pretty boring. I like animals, I read, I do love plants and gardening.” You replied and he pulled away to look at you with a smile.

“Good thing I have a library and a sunroom. See? You’re absolutely perfect.” He complimented you again and resumed kissed and nibbling on your neck. “Anything else?”

You nodded. “I love baking! But I couldn’t do so with my previous master because he-,”

Bucky cut you off with a rather irritated look. You immediately avoided eye contact and looked down to your lap, and his.

“Look at me.” He sounded stern again. You reluctantly looked up into his eyes. You could still see the caring Mr. Barnes, but he also seemed strict. “He is not your master anymore. You will call him by his name. I have been nothing but good and lenient to you.” he slid his hand into your hair and gently massaged your scalp. “But if you bring up that vile and cruel, disgusting, excuse of a man again, there will be consequences.” He made sure to speak slowly and allowed his words to register properly in your head.

You gave him an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, sir.”

He immediately dropped the mean demeanor and pulled you closer. “It’s okay baby, now you know.” He spoke and looked down at your lips for a brief moment. For a moment you thought he would lean in and kiss you. You almost whined when he didn’t. “And feel free to bake whenever, just be careful and don’t hurt yourself.”

You two talked for a little while, then he got a call. Something at his office needed his immediate attention so he had to leave.

“The housekeepers will be here by noon. The chefs comes at around 2. Make yourself at home, baby. I’ll see tonight for dinner.” he left to go get ready and he came downstairs in around 20 minutes.

“Be good for me. You can check out the sunroom and the library in the meantime, okay?” he kissed your forehead before leaving. You smiled as you watched him leave. Damn he looked good in suits.

-

You had checked out the library, and marveled at Bucky’s collection. You checked out the sunroom, and fell in love with it.

Then you got bored.

You were fully aware that he had told you he had people for everything, but you still told the chef to leave early because you wanted to make dinner tonight. You were willing to take the risk. Bucky had been nothing but kind and gentle and caring and giving to you. You wanted to somewhat, return the favor.

Besides, he had an irresistible kitchen. Well-furnished, all white and spacious. You looked out the window often as you cooked, and you made a mental note to check out the backyard sometime soon. It looked so lush, and well-maintained. You wondered how the trimmed grass would feel beneath your bare feet.

You were making a fairly easy dinner. Stuffed chicken breasts, tomato soup and garlic bread. The aroma let you know that it would be great. And once you finished cooking, you went upstairs and showered, put on a nice little sundress and waited for Bucky’s return impatiently.

He had asked you not to, but you still made him dinner. Would he punish you? Or was that alright? You hadn’t seen his playroom yet, but still, the thought of being brought to his playroom and have him punish you was rather exciting.

 You were in the living room, curled up on the couch with a book when you heard the front door opening and closing. You waited, your anticipation growing. Then you saw Bucky walk in; his tie was off, few buttons of his shirt was undone and he ran a hand through his short hair as he walked in.

You didn’t realize how much you had missed him these past hours, until the urgent need to run into his arms and hug him took over you. But you stopped yourself. Instead you put the book down and stood up from the couch, smiling at him.

Bucky chuckled. He could see your hands shaking from holding back from him. He knew how much you liked and needed his soft and gentle touches. He extended both his arms out in front of him, “Come here, baby.” And that was all he needed to say.

You rushed into his embrace and wrapped your arms around him tightly. You pushed your face into his neck and breathed in his cologne. You let out a little moan as your relished his touch. He ran a soothing hand down your back. You stayed like that, in each other’s arms, for quite a while.

“Looks like someone missed me?” Bucky teased. You whined. He chuckled and pulled away to look at you. He held your chin and stared down into your eyes. “Hi, baby.” he whispered.

“Hi.” You whispered back. You still seemed a little sheepish, not knowing how he’d react to you making dinner even though he told you not to. He caught it.

“What is it, angel?” he asked, leaning down to gentle kiss your cheek. He let his lips linger on your skin.

You mindlessly played with a button on his shirt while you spoke, “I know you said not to cook but I sent the chef home early and made you dinner myself. I… I wanted to do something for you, to say thank you for being so nice to me, sir.” You reluctantly looked up at him.

He seemed to be deep in thought. But he didn’t seem angry.

He cracked a little smile. “Well, since my angel made me dinner, I better check it out.” He spoke, kissing your forehead.

You were all smiley after hearing that he wasn’t mad about the whole dinner thing. You held his hand and you two walked into the kitchen together. Bucky got himself a glass of wine and waited at the island while you made him a plate.

He watched you intently. Studying your graceful movements, thinking…

 Dinner was amazing. Usually Bucky ate alone, so it was nice to have company for a change. Besides, he concluded that you were a great cook. After you two ate, you placed the dishes in the dishwasher and turned to face Bucky, thinking he’d have the same smile he had throughout dinner. But you were wrong.

He looked at you, sipping on his wine with an unfamiliar look in his eyes. Oh…

He set his glass down and got down from the stool, “Come here, baby.” he said softly, but you could tell that it was the dom in him talking. You walked over to him, by the kitchen island. You didn’t know what to expect.

He leaned in closer to you, and kissed your cheek. Then moved his mouth down and along your jaw. “Dinner was nice, angel.” He whispered against your skin. You knew a ‘but’ was coming. “But you still disobeyed me when I clearly said there was no need for you to cook.” You shivered at his words. Not in a bad way, in a damn good way. “Do you think my words aren’t meant to be taken seriously?”

“I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean t-,” you started out. He cut you off.

“No. I don’t want to hear anything, baby.” He chuckled, his voice sending tingles down your spine – tingles which ended right in between your legs. His next few words made you weak in the knees.

“I think it’s time to introduce you to my playroom, don’t you think so sweetheart?”

-

Bucky’s playroom was exhilarating. You were nervous upon entering the room, but it was a good kind of nervous which heightened all your senses. You took it all in. You did get flashbacks of the past, but then you pushed it aside. This was Bucky. Sweet, kind, caring Bucky. He would never exploit you. He would respect your limits. You were safe. You were safe with him.

The room was darker than the rest of his house. It had darker shades at the windows, it had a darker color theme; black and dark grey with accents of deep red. The walls were dark grey, the modern four-poster bed and the satin sheets on it were all black. And the couch not far from the bed was a deep red. So was the bench next to it – a whipping bench.

You started noticing the equipment around the room. You noticed the large cross on one side of the room, with cuffs on each end of it. The sight of it made you bite your lip instinctively.

You noticed the chains suspending from the ceiling, with cuffs at the ends as well. A fairly large, padded table on the other side of the room. You noticed the hangers with more equipment suspending from it; floggers – suede, leather and fur, cuffs, ropes, paddles – leather and wooden, canes, riding crops, whips, ball gags, blindfolds, plugs and vibrators. You saw something shining even in the dim lights, and you realized those were Wartenberg wheels.

A pleasant tingle danced down your spine.

“Y/N, look at me.” Bucky spoke up, and ceased your imagination which was running wild. You turned to face him. “There are rules that apply in my playroom.” He spoke, softly still and lazily running his hand through your hair. “Each time I’ll tell you to come to my playroom, I want you bare by the bed with your hair down. You understand?” he looked down into your eyes.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He almost smiled. “Now, there will be only obedience on your part in this room. No arguing, no talking back. Disobedience will be followed by fitting consequences. You may use your safe words whenever you feel the need to.” He spoke and lazily trailed a finger down to your mouth and traced your lips. “In this room, all of you belongs to me. You will obey, and submit and most importantly, you will trust me with all you have while I correct your behavior. You understand?”

You were completely enchanted by his voice. You felt lighter. Even in the dimly lit room, his blue eyes put you in a trance. “I understand, sir.”

He smiled this time. “Good girl.” He cooed, and trailed his finger down your neck, amused by how your body reacted to his. “Now, although you meant well, you did disobey me today.” Bucky walked around you and stopped behind you. “I said there was no need for you to do chores, because I don’t want you to exert yourself. I need you to be lively in my playroom, not tired.” He pushed your hair aside and kissed your exposed shoulder. You shivered. “Just because I’m nice and lenient, doesn’t mean you get to disobey me whenever you feel like it.”

You shivered again when he bit your ear lobe, tugged on it and kissed it. “Do you understand why you need to be taught a lesson?” he asked, murmuring in your ear. His voice, his touch, his body heat… it was all too much already. How would you endure his punishment?

“I understand, sir.” You replied, closing your eyes.

“Why so?” he wanted you to say it.

“Because I didn’t listen.” You were surprised at how you weren’t afraid of him. You knew you had messed up a little. Just a little. But you weren’t trembling in fear. If anything, you awaited the punishment. His punishment.

“Good. Now I want you to get undressed and bend over the bench, and wait for me. Can you do that for me?” he whispered in your ear. You felt a tingly and hot and bothered just with his voice alone.

“Yes, sir.” You responded, almost breathless already. He gave you a little tap on the butt, and you moved forward instantly. You walked over to the dark red leather bench and stared at it while you undressed until you were completely naked. You slipped the dress off and positioned your legs properly and bent over it. You waited, just like you did this morning.

But this was different. This wasn’t in the living room, this was in his playroom. You waited, and since you couldn’t see him, you relied on your hearing to try and figure out his movements. You heard the shuffling of clothes and the unbuckling of a belt.

Then you heard him walk over to you. “I’ll be easy on you today, given you didn’t mess up too bad. But you still need to learn, don’t you?” he asked.

You agreed. “Yes, sir.” Oh fuck me already… the thought of being filled with his cock was driving you crazy with need. Your heart raced as you heard him take something off the hangers. Whips and canes were hard no’s of yours, and he pledged to respect your limits. So you calmed down a little. You were still tingling however, as you waited.

Then you felt something, soft against your butt. Something so soft it tickled. You realized it must be the fur flogger. You wiggled your butt as he pressed it further against you. You waited for the impact of the flogger, but it didn’t come. Instead, you felt a pair of lips leaving soft kisses up and down your inner thighs. Mindlessly, you spread your legs further apart and pushed your ass out. Bucky chuckled against your thighs.

“So eager,” he commented, his warm breath fanning your wet folds. He stood up and lifted the flogger up in the air, and then brought it down fairly hard on your skin. You let out a little yelp, not out of pain, but just because you weren’t expecting it.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked, he needed to make sure before continuing.

“Yes, sir.” Your answer sounded firm.

He struck your butt with the flogger again. And again. Then waited, and let a few seconds pass. You waited as well. Then instead of the flogger, he spanked your with his hand, like earlier today only harder this time. You groaned under your breath as the tingles faded into pleasure.

Bucky alternated between the fur flogger and his hand, at some point you stopped trying to guess which one was coming next. You let him do as he pleased. Your soft groans and whimpers turned into loud whines and moans within the next few minutes. And you were dripping; your arousal and need trickling out of you and down your thighs. Bucky enjoyed the show.

“What color, baby?” he asked.

Green. Green. Green, please touch me. “Green, sir.”

Out of nowhere, he slowly slipped a finger inside of you and stroked your walls gently. You moaned wantonly, and he fingered you so slowly that it was both pleasurable and agonizing. “Look at you,” he cooed, “So pretty.” He chuckled when you tried to grind your ass against his hand. “You’re dripping all over my hand.” He commented.

You whined as he slipped his finger out of you and spanked you a few more times. “One of the first things I told you today was to listen to me when I talk. Obey, when I say something.” He brought down the flogger against your butt again. Followed by a spank which made you whimper. “But you did the exact opposite.” Spanked you right in between your legs, earning a loud moan out of you. “What do you have to say for yourself?” he waited, making sure nothing was touching you where you needed him to, so desperately.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whined. “I’m sorry, and I won’t do it again.” You could feel him standing right behind you, looking at you; so exposed. But you didn’t feel the need to hide. You had nothing to be ashamed of.

He hummed, placing his hand on your butt and massaging it a little. “Say it again.” he pulled his hand away and brought down the flogger again. Smack. You whimpered.

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen, sir.” You said, gasping as he slipped a finger in and out of you rapidly just once.

“Say it again. And mean it, baby.” He could feel his own throbbing erection pressing against the front of his pants. He spanked you again, followed by the flogger.

You wiggled your butt and groaned. “I’m sorry for not listening to you earlier today, sir. I truly am. I won’t do it again, I promise.” You were wanton with need. Begging, both verbally and physically.

He hummed again. “Stand up and go lay down on the bed.” He stepped away from you, watching you as you followed his orders obediently. He noticed there was a glow on your face.

There indeed was, because you finally, after so long, felt carefree. Like you didn’t have to bother about what happens next because you left it all on Bucky. And he managed the responsibility of having control over you perfectly. You just followed his lead, and his hums and sighs and comments brought you immense pleasure and you were content. Satiated, somewhat.

You laid on the cool black satin sheets. And it did wonders for the stinging sensation on your butt. You made sure you were right in the middle before lying perfectly still. Bucky was still out of your line of sight. But you could hear him taking off more things from the hanger. Then you heard him approach you, then felt the bed dip on one side.

“What color, baby?” he asked again.

“Green.” You didn’t hesitate in answering. He hummed in appreciation before taking one of your wrists and tying it to the upper right bedpost. He used black ropes, and the knot was fairly tight. Tight enough to hold you in place but not tight enough to hurt you. He then moved to the other side and did the same thing. Once he was done, he came to a stop right in the middle, where you could see him if you lifted your head just a little from the cool pillow.

He didn’t tie your legs to the lower bedposts. Not this time… he thought. But this still left you completely at his mercy. Your heart raced. Your lower region throbbed in need. You needed him, so badly. And the look of hunger in his eyes, and the very obvious bulge in his pants didn’t help either.

Fuck he looked good. Shirtless, but still in the dark pants he wore to work. You noticed the veins down his arms.

“I would say you took your punishment very well.” He spoke, climbing into bed. “So you get to cum tonight. But you disobeyed me today, so you don’t get to touch me.” He hovered above you, staring deep into your eyes. “Which is why I tied your hands. You understand, baby?” he asked. He sounded very strict at the beginning, but by the time he called you ‘baby’, he got back to his usual, sweet and caring tone.

You nodded frantically. “I understand, sir.” Your body was on fire. You were throbbing, dripping. He was so close, so close… his broad shoulders, his tan skin, his muscular arms, your hands itched just holding back from him. But you couldn’t just reach out and touch him, no, he had made sure of that. You whined under your breath. All he was doing was look into your eyes, but you were writhing already.

He leaned down to kiss you right in between your breasts. Not quite where you needed him, but it still felt damn good. His mouth trailed up and down your body. He purposely avoided where you needed him the most.

He kissed down each one of your thighs, carefully avoiding touching you were you were dripping, and waiting, throbbing with need. He chuckled when you squirmed as he kissed over your hip bones. His warm breath fanned your wet folds and you nearly moaned out loud. He kept his hands at your waist as he tortured you lovingly. Taking his sweet time.

He peppered your skin with kisses, trailing his lips from one hip bone to the other, slowly. You were moaning, squirming and burning with desire by the time he climbed up your body again. He looked you deep in the eyes as he undid his pants and lowered it just enough to free his cock. You shuddered at the sight of it.

“What color, baby?” he asked again, smirking.

Fuck…

“Green, sir.” You sounded like you were pleasing, begging him to just take you already.

And he did. He didn’t waste any time in lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist. “You did so good today, baby.” he mumbled, aligning his cock to your entrance. You whined as you felt his cock press against your folds, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He gave you a gentle smack on your thigh. “Look at me.” He whispered, pressing his tip to your opening. “I want you to look at me while I take you, baby.” He whispered a little breathlessly, looking straight into your eyes.

You listened, and stared deep into his eyes like he wanted you to. Slow and steadily, he pushed himself into you. You whined, and clenched around him immediately as you felt all of him. He leaned down to kiss the side of your face and whispered in your ear about how good you were. You heard his ragged breaths as he removed himself out and pushed himself back into you again.

You moaned as he stretched you out perfectly, your body welcomed him in like he wanted it to. All you could focus on was how he felt snug, deep inside you. His warmth, his loving words and how your bodies connected – it was all overwhelming. Your lips parted, you gasped as he began moving against you, staring deep into your eyes.

“That’s it my angel, take all of me,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist and thrusting deeper into you. You whimpered as he sped up a little. He growled and gasped and moaned. You relished the feeling of being in his arms, not worrying about a thing; not the past, not the future, not what would happen next. You were here, with him in his playroom and that was all you needed.

Your back arched off the cool satin sheets as he sped up even more. His hand occasionally brushed against your slightly sore ass and you whined each time he did. Bucky fucked you quicker, harder; making you squirm and tremble under him. And oh how he liked it.

The sight of you tied in his playroom, knowing that you trusted him completely and that you knew you were safe with him here. Allowing him to take control, and correct your behavior as he deemed fit.

He sped up again, rocking his hips against yours at a pleasurable rhythm as his hand reached up to wrap around your neck gently. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you again. You thought he would control your breathing as well, but he didn’t. He just kept his hand there, and you found yourself liking it. A lot.

It was like a reminder; you’re mine.

Your legs tightened around him as you felt a familiar warmth wash over, as the pressure in between your legs got more and more intense. “Ah, you are so good, babygirl.” He mumbled, pushing his face into your neck. Nibbling and biting your skin as he pounded into you harder than earlier. “You’re all mine.” he growled in your ear.

Your moans and mewls got louder. His growls got more frequent. And you could feel yourself slipping away into euphoria. “Can I… can I please cum, sir?” you asked for permission even though he told you that you could earlier. He groaned, and pulled away to look into your eyes again. He could feel you clenching around him and he knew he wouldn’t last long either.

“Yes,” his voice was right between a growl and an involuntary moan. “Cum for me, my little pearl. Cum with me…” he sped up again, fucking you relentlessly. His stare was intense as he watched you come undone under him with a loud moan. Your walls clenched violently around him, milking him perfectly.

He came right after you, growling and gasping loudly as his warm load filled you up. He took a second to calm himself down and then he let go of your legs immediately. He rushed to untie you and cradled you in his arms, kissing the top of your head and your forehead.

“You did so good, my angel. I am so proud of you. You’re such a good girl.” he mumbled over and over again as you let him hold you, your body trembling still. His words made you so happy. Yes, I am! I’m your good girl!

You had a smile on your face upon hearing his words – which was a rare thing for you, after playtime, you rarely smiled in the past. But you were now. This kind of happiness was new to you, but you welcomed it with open arms.

-

Bucky ran you a bath, in the large bathroom he had upstairs, right after stepping out of his playroom. He helped you into the large bathtub, filled with warm water and sat you down in between his legs. From the moment you settled in between his legs, his hands and lips didn’t leave your body. He caressed down your sides, ran his hands along your thighs and kissed down your neck, making you giggle each time he kissed your ticklish spot.

He grabbed one of the detachable shower heads and rinsed your hair first. Then squirted some shampoo in his hands and gave you the best shampoo you ever had. He took his time, massaged your scalp and leaned down to kiss your cheek occasionally. He rinsed your hair then let you lean back against him as he washed the rest of you with the loofah sponge. He paid a lot of attention to your breasts, and your inner thighs. And you were very giggly through it all.

Then you got quiet. “Baby?” he called out, fearing you might have fallen asleep with your head against his chest.

“Hmm?” your reply came. He could tell you were slowly slipping out of the headspace you were in inside the playroom, and he wanted to ensure that you were okay.

“Talk to me.” He sounded slightly pouty. You giggled. “I need to make sure you’re okay, angel come on. How are you feeling?” he asked, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed, relishing the warm water and the feeling of his strong arms around you. “I’m fine, sir. I’ve never felt better.” Your answer was honest.

He smiled and brought his hands up to your shoulder and gave it a much needed massage. He could see how you were calming down at his touch. “I want you to know that I was easy on you today, baby. Should you ever disobey me again, there will be harsher consequences. You understand, my little pearl?” he thought you should know.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He immediately attacked your face with loud, open mouth kisses which made you laugh out loud. He loved the sound of you so happy and safe and carefree in his arms. I will protect you with my life, babygirl…

Although he was content with you in his arms, your head tilted back, leaning against his chest. There was something he still needed to answer to. “I need to ask you something, baby.” he spoke against your sweet smelling, damp hair.

You turned to your side and looked up at him. “Anything, sir.”

How adorable. He took a deep breath and made sure to look you in the eyes as he spoke. “You can refuse me if you want to. But I was wondering, would you want to wear my collar?” he asked.

Your heart fluttered. His collar. Mr. Barnes’ collar. You searched his eyes. There was not an ounce of doubt, or hesitation in his eyes. Just care, and affection.

“Yes sir.” You answered, truthfully. And his heart raced. Oh baby…

He smiled and pulled you back into his chest. “You make me so happy angel, you know that?”

You nodded. “You make me happy too, sir.” You snuggled further into his embrace. And so you stayed until the water got cold.

Bucky helped you out of the bath tub, dried you with a towel and wrapped a fluffy robe around you, tying it securely around your waist. He did the same for himself, and then held you hand and led you to his bedroom. This was the first time you entered his room. And it was just as classy and elegant and organized as he himself was.

“Come here, baby.” he called out and you walked over to him by his huge closet. You noticed something shiny in his hand as you approached. “Kneel.” His voice reminded you of that night at the club, when you first pleasured him. You hung your head low, but then he said, “Look at me.” You did.

He looked down at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes. “This collar represents my control over you. Whenever you have it on, it is your duty to abide by my rules. When you have it on, you are required to trust me with your complete submission. Disobedience will be followed by consequences.” He paused, giving you time to process everything. You recognized some of his words from his study earlier.

He continued. “I will respect you, care for you, and treasure your submission. I will correct your behavior when needed. Your physical, mental and emotional health is my priority. You are my priority. Don’t ever forget that, baby. Okay?” he had that soft look on his face again.

You nodded quickly. “Yes sir.” He was so respectful, and gentle. Your heart fluttered in anticipation.

“Good girl.” He spoke, reaching out to caress your cheek. He then bent down a little to clasp the collar around your neck. It was cold. But you didn’t know what it looked like yet because you were focused on his face. Oh his handsome face…

“Stand up baby.” he said, and you did as he asked. He walked you over to the large mirror in his room and stood beside you in front of it. You saw the collar around your neck in the reflection and you couldn’t help but reach up and touch it.

It was beautiful. Light, bedazzled and pretty. From far, it looked like just a very expensive diamond choker. You stepped closer to the mirror to admire it and see the details. Engraved very faintly on the thin metal strip in the middle section were the initials, J.B.B, so small and faint that one would have to stand very close to you to see it.

“You like it, angel?” Bucky asked.

You looked at him through the reflection. You nodded. “I love it, sir. Thank you.”

He smiled. “You earned it, baby. I should be thanking you for being so good to me.” He stepped closer to you and kissed your head again. You smiled and looked down, all the emotions in his eyes were too much to handle.

“Now, you may not wear it out in public. Or on days when you don’t feel like you want playtime. It’s up to you. But each time I ask you to go to the playroom, I want it on. Okay?” he explained and you nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Then he did something unexpected. He turned you around gently, looked down at how beautifully his collar adorned your neck. He gently held your chin in his hand, and leaned in for a kiss. A proper kiss, on the mouth. Oh…

His lips were soft, and his taste made your heart flutter. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer and wishing neither of you had the robes on. He kissed you deeply, slowly pushing his tongue past your lips and stroking the top of your mouth. You moaned quietly into his mouth. He smiled through the kiss. “You’re all mine.” he whispered against your lips as he pulled away gently. Finally.

“I’m all yours, sir.” You confirmed.

He smiled brightly. “Now come on, bedtime.”

 He held your hand again, and walked you over to your room. He went to find you PJs while you removed the robe. He dressed you; first underwear, then the cotton shorts, then finally a loose t-shirt. He kissed your lips again, once he was done getting you ready for bed.

“Are you gonna watch me sleep?” you asked, teasing him a little since he was still sat in your bed despite having tucked you in for the night.

He chuckled. “No, I’ll go once I make sure you’re asleep.” He cooed, stroking your hair. “Close your eyes baby, you’ve had a long day. You need to rest.”

Hmm, a long but pleasurable day. You thought to yourself. And that was the last thought you had before drifting off to a much needed sleep.

Bucky played with your hair until he heard your deep, steady breaths signaling that you were fast asleep. He leaned down to give you one last forehead kiss. “Good night, my little pearl.” He took another look at his collar around your neck and walked out of your room.

On his way to his bedroom, he thought of the whole day. The revelations, and how you trusted him with your secrets. He thought of Thor, and how upset you were while talking about how the latter bought you and used you.

Then Bucky thought what he himself did recently. I’m sorry baby. I did it for you, all for you. I hope that one day when you find out, you understand why I did it, angel.

[the-navistar-carol]

Intervention

Good God help me I’m back on my Garmari again. AGAIN. Class salt, but not Alya, Alix is neutral (so minor Alix salt?). Chloé redemption, but it’s not mentioned. Also, members of the new team at the end are PV Félix and his Gucci Gang

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Marinette never thought she’d thank Chloé Bourgeois, of all people, for her boyfriend.

Backtrack.

A year and a half ago, their end-of-year class trip was the best one they had had or ever would. Funding, from Chloé’s father, went to a weeklong trip to San Francisco. They toured Alcatraz, the different neighborhoods, the Ghirardelli factory, and walked the Golden Gate Bridge.

None of those events even came close to the Teen Titans’ tower in San Francisco Bay. They didn’t go inside, obviously, but almost every day, in their allotted free time, she found herself at a harborside café, sketching the tower and designs that came to her from it and its team.

It was those quiet times that, incidentally, got her into contact with the team shapeshifter, Beast Boy.

Marinette had been sitting on a dock for a change, doodling idly as her legs swung from a bench — she was still too short for her feet to touch the ground at fifteen. Tikki dozed in her purse, stuffed full of chocolate.

As the sun began to make its way toward the horizon, she got up and placed the sketchbook in her backpack. Then, like the sun, she began to head home.

That journey would quickly be delayed. A man, hood up and all in dark clothes, snatched her purse and took off like a shot.

Tikki!

The Parisian girl sprinted after him, shouting for help. If she had been transformed, perhaps she would have taken him down faster.

But perhaps it was for the better. A green blur shot out of an alley and knocked into the would-be thief with a forceful missile kick, quickly apprehending the man. Marinette skidded to a halt to avoid running him over, and was caught in a pair of dark brown eyes.

Oh, hello there.

He grinned toothily, and held up her clutch purse. “Does this happen to be yours?”

“Oui!” Marinette’s hands flew to her mouth, and she couldn’t help but flush in embarrassment. “Oh! I am sorry, yes, it is.” Despite years of learning English, she couldn’t help but stammer with her accent.

The green boy fished out a pair of cuffs and locked them around the thief’s wrists, and kept a hold on them with his left hand as he held out his right. “I’m Beast Boy. Nice to meet you, though it would’ve been better under different circumstances.”

She shook his hand, and couldn’t help a sheepish smile. “Well, um, if you would like to try again,” Marinette suggested, already flushing, “I will be close to Hyde Street Pier, on the waterfront, close to three o’clock tomorrow.”

His grin only widened. “Can’t wait!” Beast Boy hauled the man to his feet, and glanced back at her. “Oh, hey, by the way — what’s your name?”

“I’m Marinette!”

“See you tomorrow, Marinette!”

That fateful encounter sparked a close friendship, which blossomed into an even closer relationship.

Marinette was grateful that the stars had aligned that day. She wouldn’t be where she was in life without him, if she was being completely honest.

She and Gar were open about their identities to each other, and when he came over on his bimonthly visit via Zeta tubes, they spent their days inside cuddling, watching movies, and playing video games.

The only thing that irked both of them was the fact that their relationship was one-hundred-percent secret from the press, as neither wanted that publicity.

Ergo, they couldn’t be seen in public together.

Therefore, they couldn’t go on dates, no matter how much they wanted to.

At least they had reached a compromise. Until Hawkmoth was defeated, on her own terms, they couldn’t be seen together. Even if her own terms, which would take more time, involved no outside help.

When Lila Rossi entered Françoise Dupont for the first time, Marinette didn’t have to be Ladybug to see through her lies. She claimed extravagant tales of meeting American superheroes on her mother’s travels — of the Teen Titans in New York City, of the Batfamily in Gotham, and of some group she had completely made up — the Gems of Justice, of all names.

Yeah, no. She didn’t have to be a superheroine to spot the bullcrap a mile away.

She tried to keep the whole situation quiet, though, she really did. Marinette didn’t want to burden Gar with class drama. After all, she was well aware that they only had so much time together.

But just like how she had tried to keep being Ladybug from him, that plan fell through in a matter of hours.

He held her when she sniffled over Lila’s threat, and let her slump back into him as she described how her classmates (sans Alya, bless her heart) were riveted by this Italian liar nobody who somehow held their attention.

She held onto the hope that they would all see reason, sometime.

That hope shattered when Alya moved away. Her parents wanted out from the living nightmare of Akumatown, as all four of their daughters had been akumatized at least once apiece.

Marinette sobbed, for the first time alone in the city of love.

It was midnight when she called him on her first night without her bestie, bawling into the phone line.

It was twenty minutes past when he showed up on her balcony, and she almost tackled them both over the railing. She let her emotions pour out onto his shoulder and he held her tight; and when she ran out of tears to cry, he held her until she fell asleep in her bed.

In the morning, he let her sleep in a little bit, and made her pancakes (with green food coloring, of course, because how else would he?). She cried again upon seeing the food, but there were thankful tears mixed among the sad ones.

Marinette left her house with her head held high.

Without her rock Alya at her side, Lila’s digs and jibes became worse. She took the mental hits, took the comments. Snide words turned into sneering faces turned into trips in the hallways, turned into destroyed work.

She resigned from the class presidency, choking down tears.

How could she have let it get this bad?

She should have stood up to it, so it could have stopped before it all began!

Oh, Alya…

Trips in the hallways turned to shoving at the steps, turned into stolen things.

Garfield, in the Titan Tower, had had a slow week. He’d only gone to visit Marinette a few days ago, but when Raven flicked his shoulder and told him he was moping, he headed off to the tubes to pay his girlfriend a surprise visit.

He emerged in Paris and immediately morphed into a bird, flying high above the city. He didn’t want the attention that came with his ability, not today.

As her school wasn’t out yet, Gar soared around Paris, taking in the sights. No matter how many times he came to the city, the views still left him amazed.

And Marinette with him, when they could go to those places, would leave him breathless.

As the hour wound closer, he headed over to Collège François Dupont, and took a perch on one of the flagpoles, content to wait for the time being.

The bell rang to let the classes out, and he shifted on his seat, eager to catch a glimpse of his girlfriend.

There!

She was one of the first out, and he readied his wings to swoop down to her and sweep Marinette off her feet. He was almost in flight when he stopped dead, dread washing over him like a tidal wave.

A tall Asian boy with an undercut and bleached hair hurried after her, his sneakered feet hitting the cement with a self-righteous purpose.

And a pack was following him.

Her classmates — a pale girl with long black hair, a dark-skinned boy with close-cropped hair, a short blonde girl, a tall blonde boy, and more — were in close pursuit.

And behind them strode a brunette, her wedged heels clicking with her own purpose. Green eyes watched all as her lips curled into a deadly, sickly smirk.

All attention was on Marinette, who hurried to go home, shoulders hunched.

He had left her alone like this.

“Hey!” the Asian boy called, and a robot whizzed in front of his girlfriend, bringing her up short.

She froze, and slowly turned to face him. Marinette was dwarfed by his massive frame, and she was terrified of what might happen next.

His hands came to rest on his hips, and he cocked his head in a leer. “Don’t think you’ve gotten away with what you’ve done.”

“Huh?” Her tone was shrill, it was panicked. “Kim, I didn’t do anything!”

An ugly frown twisted his face. “Then maybe you’ll remember!”

Faster than she could react, his hand raised and descended.

But Garfield reacted faster.

In a blink, he took off like a shot and dove down at the Asian boy, then shifted back to human form midair to launch himself at the boy feet-first like a missile. His boots hit the boy in the back of the neck, and man, was he satisfied to see him fall.

“G- Beast Boy?!” Marinette’s panicked whisper told him she was only a hair away from a complete breakdown.

The classmates hurriedly backpedaled, clearing a ring for him in the crowd that was quickly forming.

Gar hauled the boy — Kim — up by his hoodie collar. Despite his scrawny figure, he was lean, and packed a punch.

“I don’t like bullies,” he hissed as his eyes narrowed to slits. Kim quaked in his grasp, catching a good look at his fangs. “And if I catch you even looking at her wrong, you’ll wish you had never met her.”

Someone in the crowd was foolish enough to step forward and speak up. It was the dark-skinned boy with glasses, and his robot had flown back to be at his side. “My calculations prove that there is a ninety-percent chance that Marinette is the one at fault.”

He felt his girlfriend shrink beside him. It was tempting to shift into a tiger and intimidate the lot of them.

But instead his lips twitched into a smile, instead he grinned. The hook in his mouth had never been so cold.

“Then I suggest you check your calculations, buddy boy.” The class flinched back from his tone alone — it flashed knives, razor-sharp and ready to cut.

“All of you better watch your backs, ‘cause I’ll be waiting for an opening.” His voice spilled from his throat in an angry growl. If he had been a tiger, his tail would have lashed.

“I’m giving you one warning. Scram.”

The class took off and scattered, one of them even darting into the street.

Gar didn’t spare them a second glance before turning back to Marinette and hugging her tight. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of her perfume. “I should be there for you, not an ocean away.”

Her arms snaked around his sides and clutched him tight. Her entire body was shaking like a leaf, so he gently rubbed her back.

“Hey, hey. Marinette, let’s get back to your room, okay?” Any trace of the snarl he had bared at her classmates was gone; his voice was gentle now, it was soothing.

She sniffled, and hiccuped once as she tried to get her breathing under control. “Okay.” Her voice was quiet, subdued. There was no trace of the sassy girl he had met who loved life fiercely with all her heart.

Anger built inside him but he dispelled it, thanking Raven for forcing him to learn meditation.

After he picked up her bag, Gar wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “It’s not that far. You can make it.”

Another subdued “okay” was all the response he got.

He led her across the street, ignoring the looks passers-by threw him and even the phone cameras.

Once she was inside the bakery, a shocked gasp let him know Sabine Cheng had seen them. She rushed out from behind the counter to hug her daughter tight, then led the two of them to their living room upstairs.

After he had set down her bag and the three of them were seated on the couch, Sabine with her arm around Marinette and Garfield holding her hand, his girlfriend finally broke down, sobbing into her mother’s shoulder.

“Do you want me to make tea?” he offered, knowing Sabine didn’t want to leave her daughter’s side.

The older woman nodded. “Please. Peony.”

He gave Marinette’s hand a squeeze and got up, finding the kettle and mugs easily. While he waited for the water to heat up, he sat back down next to her.

Sabine looked to him, gray eyes piercing. “What happened, Garfield?”

He told her everything. How he had watched her come out of the school and saw Kim go straight for Marinette on an offense she hadn’t committed.

“It’s Lila,” his girlfriend muttered, her voice muffled by her mother’s shirt. “She’s influenced them all except Alix.”

That didn’t help matters.

“But Alix didn’t defend you,” Gar told her gently. “They all, one way or another, abandoned you.”

Marinette hiccuped, finally looking up at him. A bolt of pain shot through his heart at the face looking him in the eyes — red-rimmed eyes, tear-stained cheeks, and a running nose.

“They abandoned me,” she repeated, her voice hollow. “I have nobody.”

“You’ve got me,” Garfield reminded her, taking her hands and squeezing them tight. “You’ve got two parents who love you more than anything in the world. And, if I called them now, you have the Teen Titans. All of them would stand for you. Every last one of them.”

The kettle whistled, and he got up to steep the tea. He heard Sabine murmur to her daughter in Cantonese, things he didn’t understand but knew the intent. He returned to the couch with three mugs balanced carefully on a tray, and set it down on the table.

“Mrs. Cheng, I don’t know if you’ve considered it, but have you thought of moving schools?”

She nodded, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I have. And I think that it would be best.”

Marinette didn’t even flinch, just numbly nodded. His heart broke to see her so lifeless, and he pulled her into a tight hug. He almost had to blink back tears of his own, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

“Let me help with this, Mrs. Cheng. Please.”

Sabine nodded. “I will. How long are you going to stay in Paris?”

“As long as I’m needed.”

And he did. He stayed.

Garfield was the one to march into Françoise Dupont to deliver the paperwork to Damocles, his chin up and shoulders back. Even if he was at average height — and shorter than a good half of the school — they cleared a path for him, the school yard silent enough to drop a pin.

He didn’t spare them a parting glance.

Gar was the one to walk her to her new school, where she was mobbed by Kagami, Luka, and Chloé. They thanked him, each thank-you heartfelt, and he grinned, knowing his girlfriend was in good hands.

He was there for her first week, and went back to the Tower knowing she had friends to support her there.

And when Hawkmoth was finally defeated months later, with a new team and a new Chat Noir, he pulled Marinette into a searing kiss as the rain began to wash Paris clean.

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Inconsequential

Pairing: Ezra x reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: the not very uplifting product of an existential crisis (do with that what you will), main character death ...or is it?

A/n: listen, I’m not even sure where this came from. One second I was listening to Indifference by Pearl Jam and the next... this. I’m sorry okay? Also, yes, the gif is from Interstellar.

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You’d missed it.

Just barely.

Your last chance to get home from the toxic green moon and you had missed the sling back by minutes. It was Ezra who in his obstinance not to admit you were stranded had tried to chase the damn thing. His efforts were fruitless of course with the beat up and burnt out pod. It was like a row boat trying to catch up with a cruise ship. There was no comparison.

Your fuel reserves were just enough to get you to the freighter. No more, no less. You had never considered the possibility you wouldn’t make it. You hadn’t wanted to. But now you didn’t even have enough to get you back to the green rock that had been your own personal hell for cycles on end. “I’m sorry, dove. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Ezra, silhouetted only by the light streaming in through the window, muttered as the power inevitably went out. You had enough food and water to last you a little while. You were comfortable enough. It was your oxygen supply that would be the issue.

“It’s alright Ezra.” You hummed back but he was already shaking his head. You were stuck, floating in its orbit, so close to the rock it felt like the slightest nudge could send you back.

“No, it’s not. It’s my fault we missed it.” He rebuked, gaze dropping to his feet as he sat on the cot in front of you. Sure it was easy now to count back the minutes and wonder what would have been different if you had just kept walking instead of taking that water break, if you had woken up a little earlier, if you had taken a left instead of a right but none of that mattered now. What was done was done, you had decided. There was no use mourning the loss of a future that never came to fruition. With all the possibilities in the world you would never drag yourself out of bed with that kind of weight on your shoulders.

“Besides, it’s not so bad.” You remark. “We’ve got a view some only ever dream of seeing,” you say gesturing out the window to the moon, so close but so far away and dwarfed by the planet it orbited. That, dwarfed by the emptiness of space beyond it. It was funny how perspective worked that way. The forest had seemed so vast when you were on the ground and yet now it all seemed so insignificant. You couldn’t help but feel you could relate. You had never intended for your life to be quite this short but you supposed that wasn’t your choice to make. “We’re in as much of a home as we’ve ever had,” you go on “We’ve got food and water. We’ve got beds and blankets” you say, noticing the slight chill that had swept over the pod since the heating had gone out. “We’ve got each other...” you say, feeling the words tug at your heart strings when you finally process them. You and Ezra had never thought of yourselves as much more than work partners but you knew you cared for him as deeply- maybe even deeper than you had ever cared for anyone in your life before and you had no reason to believe he felt any different towards you. You had always looked out for one another, taken each other in when you had no place else to go and supported one another when you couldn’t support yourselves. “It’s not such a bad way to go.” You shrug up at him, a weak smile at your lips. “I’ve heard it’s just like falling asleep.” You say and you watch as the tension in his shoulders subsides with a tight sigh.

“You were gonna make a life for yourself though.” He noted, gaze still fixed on his feet. “You were gonna get out. You were gonna learn and travel until you found a place that felt like you belonged.” He reminded you. But those we’re just dreams. Ghost stories you told yourself so you wouldn’t give up too soon. You knew you would have to face them at some point- that reality would set in and you’d have to be prepared to let them slip from your grasp. That’s what you had done as you watched that freighter drift out of sight.

Ezra had never admitted this to you but those dreams- your dreams, had kept him going too. They gave him more hope than he could have wished to muster himself. It was part of the reason he had been a little overzealous on the harvesting front. Why he’d decided to take his time and indulge his greed. For you and him both to stand a fighting chance at achieving it.

“Maybe I’ve already found it.”You murmured, shuffling a little closer to him so your knees knocked against his own as you slipped his hand into yours.

“You don’t mean that.” He said, eyes wet with unshed tears when he looked up at you.

Ezra had given up once before he met you. He had accepted he wouldn’t see old age and he wasn’t convinced he wanted to but by some miracle he had survived. From there he went on existing day to day. It didn’t make much sense to him to try and do anything else. Until you cropped up in his life and all of that changed. Suddenly it felt like his life had purpose. He wasn’t so sure he was willing to give that up again but as he looked around the dead silent pod he finally realized there weren’t any other options. And with the calmness and resolve with which you spoke it didn’t seem so bad anymore. Maybe this was his purpose. To stick it out so you wouldn’t be alone when the time came.

“I’ve lived my life, Ezra.” You whispered, your free hand coming up to brush a rogue tear from his cheek. “This was all it was ever going to be.” You said. In truth, you weren’t sure there was a future for you beyond prospecting. The gamble, the risk, the thrill. They had consumed you. They were all you knew and now that the moon was spent you couldn’t help but feel that you were too. “But meeting you...” your words trailed off. “Meeting you was more than I ever could have dreamed of.” You explained. You could never have hoped for such true companionship. For as much honesty and trust and security as you felt when you were with him. That was‘s something you could have ever anticipated experiencing in your life. With that he sniffed back his onslaught of tears gave a curt nod and it was decided.

You weren’t sure what kind of love you felt for one another as you curled into each other’s embrace. If it was romantic, platonic or just sheer desperation to feel something in the drudged void of space but what you did know was it was strong and uncompromising. Having been drifting for some time now the pod’s insulation never stood a chance without the heating systems functioning. It was now below freezing and enough for your fingers and toes, your lips and the tip of your nose to feel numb as you gripped onto each other in your double layers of blankets. You’d never held each other so close before and you couldn’t help but wonder why now with the way you fit together so effortlessly.

With your ear laid to his chest you could hear each shallow breath and grounding beat of his heart beneath your head. His arm had snaked its way around you, the soft pad of his thumb rubbing circles into the sliver of exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up at the small of your back. Your arms and legs felt heavy now as they tangled around him. He hummed your name softly, voice quiet and slightly hoarse from the dryness of what little air you had left. You both knew today would be the day you would fall asleep with no guarantee of waking again. You knew the air quality in the tiny drop pod had fallen dangerously low and you knew your consciousness wouldn’t remain for long.

It took you a moment longer to respond than usual and for a second his chest contracted at the thought that you may already have drifted off. With your muscles fatigued and brain slightly fuzzy, it took almost all your energy just to lift your chin to look up at him. “Mmm?” You groaned back, eyelids heavy as you pried them open and he felt his muscles relax slightly upon hearing your voice.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his lips pressed to the crown of your head and his breath, soft and warm as it tickled your hairline.

“For what?” You breathed back.

“For making this inconsequential existence feel a little more... consequential.” he mumbled, that honey sweet voice of his rumbling under your ear. You could feel each reverberation as it thrummed against his rib cage, and you felt the corners of your lips pull up into a watery smile. His heart beat picked up ever so slightly as his next words dawned on him but they never reached his lips, his breath growing shallower despite his resistance against the exhaustion tugging at him and threatening to pull him under the veil.

“I love you.” You murmured back, your eyelids falling shut as you focused on the pulse beneath your ear. “Ez,” You said, somewhere on the boarder of consciousness and un when you got nothing in return. “Ezra?” The name was choked as tears threatened to squeeze past your shut eyes. You hoped you weren’t too late for this too as you choked back a sob. You refused to let your last thought be a sad one as you clung to the dissipating heart beat. He heard you, you assured yourself. He drifted off knowing he was loved. That thought was enough for you as you let yourself slip into oblivion. It was soft, gentle and all encompassing, a wave of thin black silk drifting over you and causing your senses to go numb to anything else. You were unsure if the static that rung through your ears now was real or a product of your imagination as you teatered just on the edge, ready to follow in Ezra’s foot steps.

“KP-4N9, come in KP-4N9, this is KP-8F7, do you copy? over.” 

“I repeat, KP-4N9, this is KP-8F7, do you copy? over.”

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OH HERE WE GO LADIES IT’S RIVERDALE, CHAPTER EIGHTY: “Purgatorio”

I’m tuning in to be VERY entertained on the grounds that I missed almost the entirety of S4 and will not understand anything

we open with an incredible analogue comparing the football team to the Army, as men do construct rituals: football players get blown into the sky, etc., in a heartrending mash-up of Archie’s innocence + the American ideal/expectations/pipeline of masculinity

Archie Company is decked out appropriately to storm Hürtgen Forest

that art direction trope where a character’s hearing goes EEEEEEEEEEEEEE after an explosion……...delightful

the Vixens and friends cheering him on from the sidelines as if Archie can only process his unprocessable present through the lens of his past………...hits the spot

distressingly wood-based rifles for our purposes

Archie > Dawson: I don’t mind telling you I felt emotion upon Archie hoisting his war buddy over his shoulders to that quadruple-toned “Chivalric Archie Using His Strength for Good” tune, like when he broke his whole hand busting Cheryl out of Sweetwater River

WHEN HE SAW HIRAM LODGE, I’M TELLING YOU! 

Hiram’s dragon-scale gloves? absolutely savory; he would

“Yonkers” is one of those New York place names I don’t totally buy is real (Poughkeepsie is another)

the sepia-toned light in this hospital room rings true judging by all the Captain America fanfiction I’ve read; I also like the mint-colored hand towels draped on Archie’s bedframe bought, one assumes, using the Department of Defense’s Kohl’s Cash

Archie made Sergeant, which is the best ranking for a fictional character: important enough that they can be a leader, get into trouble; low-profile enough that you don’t have to write them in the room making terrible decisions; probably won’t die immediately, as a Captain or Private might be

Fifth period is AP English: Archie reads A Farewell to Arms to Corporal Jackson, a WWI novel by Hemingway that Jug definitely turned him onto

Christ, Archie looks good in that on-leave jacket thing

I like Jackson’s subtle graph paper-print hospital gown

Gay?!: was Jackson in love with Archie? is he gonna bus to Riverdale once he’s off his pain meds? RAS, is that you in there?

God you know I love that haunted-ass Exorcist wooden bench bus light lighting

how long has the WW been relocated under Pop’s??? I do NOT know what happened to La Bonne Nuit

Sexy, aesthetic Southside: Fangs’ hair? his Tony Stark glasses? the girls’ “I’m a Slave 4 U” Burmese pythons? Toni’s headdress and immaculate glossed lip? 

Sixth period is Intro to Film: the only part of From Dusk till Dawn I’ve seen is Salma Hayek putting her toe in Quentin Tarantino’s mouth but judging from that I figure I’d like the rest 

The female gaze: Jesus Sweet Pea still looks good

Toni’s stage is flanked by twin pillars of melting candles and I would like someone to track those down for my bathroom

if they lay one hand on Pop Tate…

Betty appears to be, on her own, running the FBI training course. Betty is such a freak

Betty’s FBI-appointed psychologist is “Dr. Starling,” wears a great yellow blouse; Betty eats what appears to be a mini-sized Milky Way

her blond FBI trainer-boyfriend (uh) Glen appears to be an unholy fusion of Jimmi Simpson and that one actor with brown hair and really sharp light eyes whose acting credits I can’t think of right now, you know who I’m talking about (not the guy from Vampire Diaries)

I quite like her patterned blouse and I hate his yellow (gold?!) and blue tie

Please protect Betty: obviously we stan the Silence of the Lambs shit even as it remains infuriating Bryan Fuller couldn’t get his hands in it

Betty’s cat’s crying was so disturbingly baby-like that I had to leave the room once I realized it was in fact a cat

I’ve watched the Elisa Lam tape too many times in recent hours to handle this hallway shot

REALLY GROSS LICKING NOISES

the Trash Bag Killer coming at her was scary :(

Betty’s lovely blue knit cardi with the puffed sleeves!

50 Shades of Betty: clearing her throat before the doctor quite finishes her sentence—Lili Reinhart continues to be great at conveying “slightly perturbing subterranean tension”

was Charles a serial killer too??? oh damn!

Betty has been successfully holding off giving Glen a key to her place until now, an era that must come to a close

fellas, “Do I at least get a kiss?” is a bad move

Veronica was rich: Veronica’s new digs: exposed brick, bougiely avant-garde chandelier; possibly an elevator door right there behind the dude?

Veronica has married Hiram, to no one’s surprise

Chadwick looks like Jimmi Simpson and brunet Evan Peters plus a jaw

Veronica’s single-puffled-sleeved gown…..madamn (she has absolutely been taking secret birth control pills)

Summer + Blair = Veronica: of course Veronica would be great at Howard Ratner’s job; I MUST know what “specialty showcase haute couture offense” Vinnie has committed

T-Dubbs’ green jacket

Veronica pretended she was working at like, a department store? but she MISSED the EDGE post-day-trading

their apartment is so expensive that their bedroom is totally exposed

oh my god, Hermione

Best costume bit: please get me these satiny green high-waisted slacks?! and ugh her blouse has shoulder tassels……..she’s flourishing

“That’s threatening to an alpha like Chad.”

yes, they have a private elevator. fine.

Glen and Chad get their ties from the same Men’s Warehouse

“When that helicopter went down on the way to Martha’s Vineyard…”

you know kissing is 4-real when one person cups their hand to the back of the other person’s neck all close

I don’t understand the drop of the Glamergé egg but I appreciate that there is one and that Veronica is like, get this the fuck out of my house

Veronica’s shiny cropped tweed two-piece, Yvonne’s weird feathery coat that matches her bf’s shirt (you know she’s supposed to be “too much” because she’s got big hoop earrings)

God, Jughead is next and I’m not gonna be able to handle it

OH GOD IT’S SO MUCH WORSE THAN I THOUGHT

Alphabet City?! the piano?? the fucking East Coast Beat typewriter shit—the day robe? I’m—READING CLUBMASTERS? FORSYTHE???

OH GOD HE’S DATING ANOTHER WRITER (she has nice pants)

Jughead eats: “that place you like” is a HOT DOG STAND in the middle of SOME GRASS

I’ve seen Brick like thirty times: Jughead wears high-ankle light blue jeans, grey socks, and spectators that blend to create the illusion of wading boots. I’m going to commit a crime

Jughead doubts it: “So did Kerouac. And Hemingway. And Fitzgerald.” 

fuck yes I love Floundering Jughead, and his Pushy Agent who pronounces “career” like “Korea,” and the continuing tradition of Jughead getting kicked out of his house

I like Literary Grifter’s sweater

the Brat Pack, and most of the Rat Pack for that matter, were actors, but I assume RAS couldn’t resist the rhyme 

I was 100% afraid we were about to learn Cora was an uncomfortably-young undergrad

the musical cue as she reaches into her bag is absolutely as if she’s taking out a gun, and it might as well be! it’s the scariest thing in NYC: an unpublished manuscript

showrunners doing a classic I Love Lucy job partially concealing Vanessa Morgan’s pregnancy via medium close-ups, draping black clothes

Cheryl slowly turning to ask if doesn’t she look okay 10/10 icon

Cheryl’s pins: she has either a tiny spider or maybe a tick

Cheryl’s sheaths: the lacy red thing, amazing

why is Cheryl’s left hand gloved?

Cheryl’s a chaos angel from hell: Cheryl’s going to forge a Rembrandt, which unfortunately means she’s my favorite person on the planet (she does not look happy about doing this)

btw is Nana Rose an Immortal?

please tell me about Toni’s eyelashes

EXTREMELY HAUNTED DOLL?!

“Damn good coffee”: Archie’s earnest “Where are people gonna sit for the bus?” slayed me

fuck YEAH Ghoulies party house! terrible music but really good skull spray paint art

Jug looks LOW lol

Veronica’s blouse + buttons, impeccable

I’m writing a scene where it’s gay.: Tabitha/Squeaky

the hellscape semi’s red backlighting and its skeleton’s red eyes

I like Linette’s glossy bomber!

the trucker who’s about to kill her can’t also be the Trash Bag Killer….truckers have to stick to too much of a schedule….but he could be Betty’s meandering serial

I loved this episode

NEXT WEEK: Archie brings the FBI down on some people paying their rent :(

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Sick | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | ZsaszMask

"Hi, this is my first time doing a request from u soo ya. Could u please do number 15 (person A is sick and person B takes care of person A) for victor and roman?" @dragon1d

summary; Zsasz is sick and Roman is worried, although he tries to keep his cool, and takes care of him.

notes; Depictions of sickness (nothing graphic, though, but. Duh); Taking care of an ill person; Domestic Fluff in a way; SickFic; Roman is really trying y’all; Collapsing (because Victor is dumb).

While they were eating breakfast, Zsasz was awfully quiet. He also looked a little off-colour, Roman had to admit. And he often cleared his throat, winced, and then snuffed. Ew. It made him suspicious. Victor never gets sick. So, that couldn't be it. Right? "You're so fucking quiet. Do you not have anything worth saying about business, or anything else to update me on?" Victor just shook his head. "Ugh, whatever," Roman muttered and continued to eat his breakfast. They had a full schedule that day, so if Victor really was sick, it would be fatal. Instead of asking, he just ignored it and hoped that maybe he was just unusually groggy.

Of course, much later that day in the late afternoon, they were just in the middle of a business meeting, when suddenly Zsasz fucking collapsed. One second he was alert as always and the next he couldn't keep his eyes open and was on the floor. It was outrageous! Roman quickly wrapped up the meeting then and made everyone leave. "Fuck's sake, Zsasz!", Roman muttered under his breath, as he crouched down to look at Victor, who was still lying on the floor, out cold. He pressed two of his fingers against Victor's pulse point on his neck, just to check, and was relieved to find it still beating, rapidly even. Not entirely sure on how to proceed, Roman was debating if he should carry Zsasz, or if he should just drag him upstairs. He found that dragging him like he was some heavy sack instead of a human being wasn't appropriate, not for him, not for his loyal lapdog. Sighing, Roman straightened back up and then bent his knees to pick Victor up bridal style. Never in his life had he thought he would be doing this; especially not with Zsasz, but here they fucking were. And fuck, Victor was heavy! Roman struggled to stay upright, while he carried him upstairs to their loft. "Couldn't have fucking told me you were fucking sick, could you? Fucking prick," Roman huffed all the while. Upstairs, he laid Victor down on their bed and undressed him, down to his underwear. Ew, he was so sweaty. Roman had already noticed that he was unusually warm, while he was carrying him. Did he have a fever? Probably. He shouldn't leave him in just his underwear then. The problem was that Victor didn't own any sleep clothes. He always slept either completely naked or just in his briefs. Standing over him like that, he noticed that Victor had started shivering while he was thinking. Great. Roman had to admit that he was overwhelmed by this situation. Usually he was the one who came down with something, and then Victor would take care of him and call the doctor if it got really bad. He knew that even if Zsasz was short of dying, he couldn't call the doctor for him because he absolutely fucking hated that; and Roman respected that. He decided to take care of the most urgent matter at hand, which was Victor's shivering. Roman turned around and went to his walk-in closet. There he pulled out one of his many silk pyjamas. He went back to the bed and made quick work of dressing Zsasz in his pyjama. It was a little big on him, but it would have to do. Then he spread the blanket over his partner, pulling it up to his chin and leaving him there, while he called his doctor and personal chef. When he came back to the room, Victor was still... asleep. He would just have to say that he was asleep, it sounded less deathly. Fuck, he was actually fucking worried, wasn't he? Well, Zsasz really had that effect on him. No one else could make him feel worry and anxiety over their life, their well-being. Roman had asked his doctor what to do and got a few instructions, which he was now determined to follow. His personal chef was also on his way back to the loft to make chicken soup. Roman didn't really believe in its help, but he might have been a little desperate. The first thing he had to do was check Victor's temperature and then go from there. He measured 103°F, which was definitely a fever. Fuck. At least it wasn't doctor-worthy. He was told to measure regularly and try to get it down. Roman dialed up his driver to send him out to get some medications for Victor. While all that was happening, Roman filled a bowl with cold water and brought a cloth, which he soaked in the water and then put it on Victor's forehead, like he was instructed to do by his doctor. He really hoped it would help. A couple of hours later, Zsasz finally stirred and opened his eyes. He went through five cold rags on his forehead and still burning up. Although the last time Roman took his temperature half an hour ago, he only read 102°F, which was definitely some progress. The medication had arrived by then, too, such as the chicken soup. Victor really had chosen the perfect timing to finally wake up. Zsasz grumbled in the back of his throat as he turned his head to look at Roman, who sat next to him on the bed, leaning against the headboard. He looked down at him, smiling slightly. "Welcome back to the living," he rasped, brushing a hand through Victor's short cropped hair. "Sorry, Boss." Victor winced after he spoke. "Don't. Although I'd have appreciated it if you had fucking told me, of course. Does your throat hurt?" Zsasz nodded. "Well, I have a ton of medication waiting for you. Some to lower your temperature, some to help your throat and so on. Whatever symptoms you might have, I probably have something for it, now. Anyway! I had the chef come back in and he made chicken soup, which is done now. So, you better eat that first. I've already read the packaging and the insert of each medicine and most of them shouldn't be taken on an empty stomach," Roman rambled on, as Victor blinked his way to full alertness. "Am I wearing your pyjamas?" Victor asked after a few moments. "Yes. You fucking peasant don't have any, which reminds me that I need to buy some for you, just in case - so I had to improvise and this was the best thing I could think of!" "Thanks." Roman made a noise in the back of his throat in response. Then he got out of bed. "I'll bring you the soup. You better fucking stay in bed, unless you need to use the bathroom, of course. Otherwise, stay the fuck where you are, 'kay?" Without waiting for a response, he went outside and to the kitchen. When he came back, Zsasz had sat up, his back resting against the headboard. Roman put the tray, which was made for such purposes, over his lap. "Obviously, it's hot. So. You know, don't just fucking shovel it in." Inwardly, Roman cringed at how fussy he was over Victor right now. He usually wasn't like that at all. Fuck. Then again, Victor usually didn't get sick. Later, when Victor had taken some medication and was about to fall asleep again, it was already night. Roman had gotten himself ready for bed, determined to sleep in the guest bedroom, which used to be Victor's own a while ago. But when he was about to go, Zsasz made a pathetic little whine in the back of his throat. Roman turned back around to him and was met with the biggest puppy dog eyes and pouty lips he'd ever seen. Sure, Victor always looked like that when he wanted something from Roman, but something about the reddened nose, cheeks, sweaty forehead and glassy, watery eyes just made it that much more pronounced. With a sigh, Roman got back to bed and under the covers with Victor. Despite him being all sweaty and disgusting and, well, sick, he let Zsasz cuddle into him. "Thank you, Roman," Victor whispered and kissed his chest, where his head laid on. "Just get better soon, 'kay, baby?" Zsasz nodded and then his breathing evened out. Roman was still anxious that Victor could wake up feeling even worse, or not at all, but he tried to focus on the other man's deep, even breaths that told him that he was alright and alive. His temperature had gone down by a lot already, the medication helped, the soup might fucking help, too. He just needed to be a little patient, he was sure. Then Victor would be back on his feet in no time. With that thought, Roman finally drifted off to sleep, too.

[rattlemycage]

I Feel Like I Win When I Lose

Hi friends. This is straight up 22k words of pure Henry Cavill smut. Please be gentle--I have not written in over 10 years. Miss Rona’s Stay At Home order made me do it. I’m also like 80 years old at heart and don’t know how to do all of this fancy formating ya’ll have on your fics. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. 

Word count: Just under 22k...I got carried away. 

Rating: NC-17. E. It’s just pure smut my dudes.

Warnings: Dom/Sub undertones, Daddy Henry, bondage (Spreader bar, ball gag, clamps, etc), squirting, spitting, unprotected sex. Pure filth. 

Title comes from Abba because I found it hilarious that I was listening to Waterloo while writing about defiling Henry. 

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You knew better than to test him, and yet you’d done it anyway. That’s how you’d ended up like this-flat on your back at the very edge of the bed with a spreader bar strapped to your ankles, cuffs on your wrists with metal snaps affixing said wrists to your ankles.

 You’d also been outfitted with nipple clamps and a ball gag that had the same baby pink leather as your wrist and ankle cuffs. Pink because you liked pretty things, and Daddy always wanted you to feel pretty. Even when you were getting fucked within an inch of your life.

You hold onto the bar between your feet to relieve the pull on the muscles in your arms, as well as to try and ground yourself. Try, being the operative word. Henry had left you strapped up like this for what felt like hours-in reality, it had been twenty, maybe thirty minutes. You’d heard him puttering about the living room, typing on his computer for a bit before getting up and letting Kal outside through the back door. But suddenly, the sounds of a body living its life had stopped. And then...nothing. Everything became deadly quiet. And that is what made you so tense.

You knew he was preparing for your punishment. You’d wanted it in a way, of course you did, otherwise you wouldn’t have been such a brat when had nicely asked you to give him some space while he finished reading a script that he had let collect dust for the last few weeks in favor of spending time with you. Instead of doing as he’d asked, you’d purposely walked in the room more than a few times, swaying your hips to the music only you could hear, swishing your translucent, powdery lilac robe around you as you moved towards him. He’d barely spared you a glance, and that just wouldn’t do. So you kept at it. You asked Daddy to...help you. Knowing he’d read between your lines instead of the ones on the page in front of him. Yet somehow, he had resisted. Given you a stern look more than once and told you “Daddy is busy, sweetheart. Please do as I asked.”

Your refusal to do so lead you to your current setup, with Henry god knows where in the house, waiting to make his move. Waiting to pounce. Waiting to make you beg for forgiveness before you begged for his cock inside of you. When you start to think that maybe he had actually left the house with you strapped up like this, a thought that made you panic a bit more than you already were, you heard the creak of the door. You startle, holding your breath, waiting for a word to be uttered, or a hand to meet your ass. It all depended on how mad at you he was.

“Look at me” he barks at you. You turn your head to the left, seeing him standing in the doorway, face set in a frown and eyes dark and stormy. Oh. He was very mad.

He sneers at you some more, and then suddenly his face morphs into a smirk. You’re fucked. “So...what do you have to say for yourself?”. You look at him, drool seeping out of the side of the ball gag and down your chin, only to drip off of your cheek onto the plush white duvet that adorned your bed. He’d affixed the gag so tightly that all you could do is whimper in his direction.

“Awww, you can do better than that love,” he taunts as he makes his way over to you, “come on. Tell Daddy what you did.” You struggle again, more spit making its way down both cheeks this time as your head follows Henry’s movements until he rests between your feet, thighs barely grazing the bar between them. He peers down at you, slowly taking in your face, the gag with spit bubbling around it, your nipples red and raw from being pinched between metal. His gaze runs lower still, moving to your wrists attached to your ankles, eyes tracking from one ankle to the other, before finally settling on your pussy. Your exposed, swollen, dripping pussy.

Henry grins down at you, cooing, “Look how pretty you look sweetheart. Wish you could see yourself right now.” You give another whimper behind the gag; he’s being entirely too nice right now for how mad he seemed just a few moments ago. He reaches down for the metal chain laying on your chest, connecting the clamps to each other, holding it gently on his pointer and middle fingers, almost as if he’s admiring the linking and shine. He presses the weight of his crotch, still clothed in denim, against the spreader, leaning into you to bring his face just that little bit closer to yours. And then, he bumps his fingers a twice, not hard, but enough to move the clamps. You full blown gasp this time, the pain sending a zing down your spine and making your pussy clench around nothing. You want to feel bad about disobeying him, but when he does things like this to you, you just can’t be bothered.

He releases the chain from his fingers and moves his hands behind your head, loosening the gag a few holes in the buckle, but not completely undoing it. It allows you to get your tongue underneath the gag; you could push it down onto your chin if you wanted to. But you know better than that. Daddy hasn’t told you to yet. He runs his fingertips on his right hand down your left cheek, collecting the spit that had run down the side of it. He brings those same fingertips down to your nipples, gently grazing the small bit that peaks out beyond the clip, knowing you’re sensitive and aching for any sort of stimulating touch. It makes you roll your body, starting in your shoulders and moving down your spine to settle in your hips, and finishing with your hips rotating from side to side, unknowingly trying to shuffle your body farther down to bed to be closer to him. Closer to Daddy.

“Push the gag down, princess.” You do as he says, using your tongue to lift the rubber ball up and pursing your lips to get the ball to slide out and roll down your chin. While you do this, he undoes the clamps and throws them to god knows where, providing you more relief. You gasp, heaving air into your lungs to try and get the feeling of a full breathe. “Now, let’s try that again. What do you have to say for yourself?”

You gulp, continuing to pant, partially because you still feel at a loss for air, but also because you need a moment to weigh your options. You can drag this out, make Henry even more mad and test the limits. Or you can leave well enough alone. You decide the former will have to wait for a different day, one when you’ve steeled your nerves a bit more to take a...heavier handed punishment. Henry had brought a riding crop home a few weeks ago after one of his riding sessions. You hadn’t thought much of it until you’d noticed it in the bedroom closet, and not in the clutter closet by the front door where his riding boots resided. It was then you’d realized it was meant for a much different hide. It hadn’t made its way out of the bedroom closet yet, but knowing him, it would only be a matter of time.

You look up, making full eye contact with him for the first time since he’d entered the room. He quirks his right brow but keeps his jaw set, expecting a damn good answer out of you. “I-I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted some attention, a little love from you.” He chuckles, then lifts his palm and gently brings it down against your pussy. It’s not a hard slap, but enough to jolt you. Especially when he makes sure his middle finger grazes your clit on the down stroke. Somehow, you manage to feel yourself getting wetter even though you’re already sopping. “Have I not given you enough attention the last few weeks? I haven’t picked up a script since you arrived. And do I not show you love every minute you are near me? I don’t think that’s what you really wanted. I think you wanted my cock. I think you’re just a little slut who wants to be stuffed full with her Daddy’s cock at every waking moment. Isn’t that right?” He slaps your pussy again, making sure his middle finger makes the same trek past your clit before bringing his hand back up, palm facing you and fingertips down to rub light, teasing circles on your clit. His left hand grabs the spreader bar to steady your ankles.

“Yes, Daddy!”, you squeal, “yes, I’m a slut. I’m your slut, Daddy. I’m s-sorry. I wanted your cock in me. I always do. Always want it.”

“That sounds closer to the truth.”

And with that he plunges two fingers into you without any warning. You throw your head back at the intrusion, not expecting it, but enjoying it nonetheless. There’s no pain involved, not with how wet you are by now. You clamp down on his fingers, pulsing your pussy around his fingers a few times for good measure. He takes that as his queue to start moving, and thrusts his fingers out and back in. He picks up speed with every thrust back in, and soon, the clench and release of your insides isn’t a conscious decision. He leans more of his weight into his left hand, in turn pushing your hips down into the mattress to prevent you from moving, forcing you to take his fingers. You’re moaning with abandon now, flexing your fingers to steady yourself again because you have no other way to ground yourself, keep yourself from cumming, with your hands and ankles bound like this.

“Daddy. Daddy, please. Daddy!” You’re begging him now. Begging him for forgiveness. For release. Everything. Nothing. Henry thrusts his fingers back in, all the way to the where his fingers meet his palm, and stills. “Don’t do it. Not yet. You haven’t begged for my forgiveness enough to deserve it.” With that, he keeps his hand inside you, but brushes his fingers up and down, back and forth. He’s so deep inside of you, nearly petting your cervix with his fingertips, and you’re about to lose it. Your eyes flutter shut while your mouth drops open. You’re dripping in more than one way. At one end, tears drip down your face as you beg him to forgive you. Beg him to let you cum. At the other end, your pussy is dripping onto his palm, running down to his wrist. You’re so fucking close. But not yet. Daddy hasn’t said you can cum.

You look into Henry’s eyes again, trying to communicate how sorry you are. He quirks the side of his mouth up quickly before pulling his fingers almost all the way out and pausing for a second. Then, he launches an all out assault. His fingers piston in and out of you, pressure placed upwards on that spongey spot he knows so well with a back and forth motion. You don’t know how much longer you can stave off your orgasm at this point.

“Daddy, please Daddy, I’m so sorry. Please. I’m so sorry, please, please letmecumletmecumletmecumFUCK!”

“Cum!”

Once he gives you permission, all hell breaks loose. Your body is shuddering, your wrists and ankles bouncing against each other and clanging the clasps against the D rings as you try to release the havoc in your body that your orgasm has caused. Your open mouth let’s out a short, shrill scream, and your pussy releases a shower of fluid onto Henry’s fingers, wrist, and forearm.

As you twitch and come down from your high, he pulls his body back, releasing the weight that was keeping you steady, as well as removing his fingers from inside of you. You’re still laying there, barely paying attention to him because you’re a panting mess of liquid limbs at this point. He looks down at you and smiles.

“You really are so good for me. My sweet girl. Even when you act up, I know you’ll always...cum to your senses eventually.” He brushes hair out of you face that had been clinging because of your tears and sweat.

“Now, what do you say?” You look up, giving him your sweetest smile, and say, “thank you, Daddy.”

He leans down again, putting weight on the bar and making your knees and arms collapse inward, to kiss you. It’s the first time he’s kissed you all day, and you’re savoring the moment. You move your lips slowly against his, opening up a little more as times goes on and you move to brush his tongue with yours. As soon as he feels it, he removes his lips and stands up at full height. He reaches up and pulls his sweater up over his head, and then removes his white undershirt as well. You can’t help but run your gaze over him—he’s letting his hair grow out a bit, a curl just starting to form. He’s rocking a five o’clock shadow as well since he doesn’t have anywhere to be, and he’s in between roles right now, so he’s thick, but still muscular. Just how you prefer him.

Henry reaches down and undoes his pants methodically, first the belt, then the button, then the fly. While he does whip the belt out of the loops and lets it clatter to the floor, he doesn’t shuck his jeans and briefs off entirely. He simply hooks his thumbs under the band of both at once and pulls them down to mid-thigh. It’s enough to give you a peek at his cock from your twisted position though, and you can see that he’s obviously enjoying this as much as you are. He takes a step back from you and reaches down with his left hand to grasp his cock. He slides his hand up and down slowly, pulling the foreskin back on the down slide to expose the deliciously red head of his cock. You want your mouth on it. You want it down your throat, or, at least as much of it as you can take. He’s too big for you to deepthroat the entire thing. But that will have to wait until the next time.

Henry removes his hand and holds his palm up to his mouth. He spits into his hand and reaches back down to coat his dick. “Are you ready for Daddy, sweetheart?” You nod your head and whine. He gently smacks the outside of your right thigh and murmurs “Patience.”

He looks down at you again and then bends his knees while grabbing your hips and pulls you back down to the edge of the bed, your ass nearly hanging off, the only thing keeping you on the bed is the way your weight shifts towards the top of your back with your ankles bound in that direction. Once he’s satisfied, he grabs his cock and brings it up to your pussy. He looks you in the eye while smacking the tip against your clit-you can head the lewd sound it makes with each strike as he hits your wetness. “Daddy, please. Please fuck me.” Your voice catches in your throat as you speak, a clear sign that you’re distressed.

With that, Henry looks back down at where his cock is gliding over your pussy, spits on them, and promptly pushes his cock into you fully without stopping to give you time to adjust. His hips meet your ass, and for what must be the millionth time, you’re in awe of how the hell your body manages to take all of him in you. You’d been scared the first time you’d seen his dick, legitimately concerned that it wouldn’t fit inside you.

Henry bottoms out in you, hips meeting where your ass meets your thighs and resting there. He’s still looking down at where you are joined, where you’re stretched around his dick, providing him with just the right amount of wetness and pressure to send him tumbling over the metaphorical edge if he doesn’t keep it together.

He places both hands on the bar and starts to roll his hips, effectively withdrawing and pushing back into your warmth at an even pace. You close your eyes and moan, “Oh god, yes Daddy. Feel so good,” while savoring each thrust back into your dripping cunt.

“Yes, sweetheart. Look so good like this, tied up and taking my cock, taking everything I give you. You’re so good to me.” He speeds up then, leaning forward onto the bar and starting to piston his hips. He’s grunting, focused on getting you off but also enjoying himself in the process. You’re sensitive from the first orgasm, and you’re quickly building up to another one. He’s not unaware of this, judging by the sounds of your cries the faster he goes. He’s testing you, see if you’ll disobey him and cum without permission just after he’s showered you in praise. You start shifting your hips upward to try and meet him, your mouth opening, getting ready to start begging again for him to let you cum. You’re so close. So fucking close. It doesn’t take much for Daddy to wind you up, to beg him for release. Your tongue snakes out to wet your lips, your lips curling inward to form the P in your next uttered word— “Not yet.”

With that, he lets go of the bar and yanks his dick out of you, taking a step back. You clench around nothing; you were so close. You’re in a daze as he formulates the next shape to form your body into. He steps back up to you and unclips your wrists from your ankles, encouraging you to reach above your head and stretch your arms out, releasing the tension that had built in your muscles from both your mounting orgasm, and remaining in the same position for so long. Next, he unclips the bar from between your ankles and tosses it to the ground. Your limbs fall to your sides, absolutely liquid. He grabs your by your waist and rolls you to your left, heaving you up the bed slightly as well in the process The bed’s a California King, so you still have a mass expanse on either side on you. You’re face down, knees scraping the soft edge of the bed. He completely unbuckles the forgotten ball gag from around your head, making it easier for you to push your face into the fresh, white duvet. The duvet that will surely be streaked with black mascara marks in just a few seconds.

“Hands behind your back, sweetheart.” You do as your told, moving slowly to bring your wrists to the small of your back. He climbs onto the bed to straddle your ass and clips your wrists together while muttering, “Good girl. Such a good slut for me, hm? Just wanna make your Daddy happy. You’d do whatever I told you to do, wouldn’t you?”

You go to lift your head from the bed, ready to answer Henry, when suddenly you feel what must be spit land onto your pussy, and then he’s pushing into you from behind.

You scream.

He’s got your legs pinned together behind his his large, muscular thighs. It makes your channel impossibly tighter, and if he hadn’t already had his cock in your stretching you out, he surely wouldn’t have been able to fit in this position. The friction is incredible for both of you, the confirmation of it voiced in the moans you both let out as soon as he bottoms out. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust or steel yourself against his onslaught. He just goes for it. He’s panting, putting his back into it. You can tell he’s trying to get you to break, testing your nerves. Testing your devotion to him, to being his little slut, his princess, his good girl.

He leans down, lower abdomen pushed against your hands, and you scratch your nails against the trail of hair there, giving yourself something to focus on besides the overwhelming need to cum. “Daddy...Daddy, please. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” It’s the only thing you can get out of your mouth at this point is some form of calling out to him and begging him to pound you into oblivion.

He turns his head to nuzzle you, biting your earlobe before whispering, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Go ahead. You can cum, Daddy wants you to cum for him.” Your fingers curl and pull at the hair on him that you’re still scratching, your hips locking up on his next thrust in and then you feel the trap door fall out from underneath you. You black out for a few seconds; you can’t hear anything he’s saying to you or your own high pitched whines and pants. You can’t feel his right hand petting your hip, easing you through it. All you can feel is the molten pleasure as you come, your hips jerking and pushing back into his lap as you spasm around him.

When you finally come back to your senses, you can still hear him muttering a stream of praises into your ear while thrusting even faster and gripping your hip so tightly you’ll surely bruise by tomorrow. Sweat is dripping down from his forehead onto your back. He’s about to lose it.

You turn your head to try and look at him as best you can with his face still smashed against yours. “Come on Daddy, please give it to me. Wanna make you feel so good. Please cum in me.”

Henry roars, hips and breathe stuttering as he empties inside of you, pushing in as deep as he can possibly get. You love this feeling, when he’s finally let go and focusing on his own pleasure instead of yours. You love listening to him. You love him. When his hips finally come to a stop, you feel him let out a laugh against the back of your neck and then slowly withdraw from your vice grip.

He drops and rolls over to your right, landing on his back and smacking his left hand to his pec. You both turn your faces to the right to look at each other, his gaze directed slightly downward to try and make direct eye contact with you. You grin at him. “Henry...could you uncuff me please?”

He yelps, shuffled up quickly to undo the snaps and removes the cuffs on your wrists. You bring them back in front of you, stretching out and rubbing your wrists as he takes the cuffs off of your ankles as well. Once he’s tossed everything on the floor to be picked up later, he crawls back up on the bed, heading towards the pillows at the top. He rests his back against them, and pats his abs while smiling brightly at you. You crawl up to meet him, leaning on your left arm slipping your right leg between his and placing your right hand on his chest to play with the hair there. You lean up, giving him few pecks before settling back down.

“I really am sorry for annoying you earlier. I just...really like being around you.”

“Oh yeah?”, he says in a slightly mocking tone while curling his lips and raising his eyebrow at you. You roll your eyes, pulling the hair on his chest and then giving his left pec a light slap. You lay your head down on his bicep, curling into his side.

“For the record. I really like being around you too. In fact...I love being around you.”

You smile to yourself, and you feel him turn slightly to kiss the top of your head. While you might not be ready to say it out loud yet, you both know that this feeling, whatever it is, maybe it is love, is real. With you, you feel like you’ve won, even when you lose.

[fencesandfrogs]

cloudtail’s daughter — worldbuilding & logistical things

so i've been working on an au re. dovewing being the direct child of cloudtail and brightheart. check out my cloudtail's daughter tag for more info, because i'm basically just jumping in this time with minimal context.

that said, i think this is relatively self-contained. it's mostly thoughts about the world of warriors, lumped in with specific changes for the au purposes.

[3.8k words, 14 min read. section headers, very long paragraphs. paragraphs in parathesis and italics are sidebars that can be skipped. a lot of spelling mistakes because my grammer checker cuts me off after like 2k words. sorry.]

section one: po3

so i've said before i want to minimize the changes made specifically in po3 for the purposes of this au. a) because that means i only have to keep track of 6 books worth of content (i've given myself through bramblestar's storm to get to the point where it could mostly fit into canon, but for reasons that are obvious re. my dovewing/tigerheart take, tigerheart's shadow would be a little weird, but not out of canon. anyway we don't get any tigerheart pov in this so who knows what he's thinking.)

anyway, hollyleaf plays a significant role in the ending three books of the rewrite, getting her own pov in book 4 the forgotten warrior. so she can't go exactly the same way it happens in po3. i need her back in thunderclan by book 2 for beavers, not book 5. also, she still needs to end up mates with fallen leaves. because changing that would count as a major series change that could have an impact on the future continuity and this series rewrite is intended to be fairly self contained.

right. so hollyleaf has her shit a bit more together, but she still kills ashfur and goes into the tunnels. the difference is we're ignoring the entire hollyleaf's story novella. don't get me wrong, it was a really good novella, but she doesn't have that much time. i'm not interested in figuring out the details of what happens, but she returns to the clans either before book one or in book one, i haven't decided. she continues to see fallen leaves fairly regularly, though, including spending irregular nights with him. everyone just kind of...accepts hollyleaf's ghost boyfriend, because no one wants to upset hollyleaf again.

lionblaze's personality is not entirely nonexistant in po3, contrary to popular opinion, but he does have to support an entire book in this rewrite, and it's the weakest book in the arc, so he's gotta have something. i've nudged him to be a bit gregarious and open. you know, big and friendly and warm. terrifying in battle though.

jayfeather ends on much better terms with brightheart. i know he doesn't really end on a bad note with her, but this is also to help story flow a bit.

other changes will, i'm sure, crop up here and there, but those are the three major ones. i've got tonnes of changes i'd like to make, but i'm keeping it minor. (notably, if it were up to me, jayfeather would do his back in time sequence once, not twice, and it would be in omen of the stars. hollyleaf's ghost boyfriend would add more solid ground to it, and that would be established in book 2, but as i've decreed the rules, it is not up to me.

also, dovekit and jaykit would be siblings, and dovepaw would become the medicine cat dovefeather, and jaypaw would be the warrior jaywing. that's a bigger change though for a different au.)

section two: family dynamics & a bit of genetics

so one thing i really like in omen of the stars is how close dove/ivy/white are. it's really cute. cloudtail and dovekit are super close in the first book, and brightheart, dovekit, and ivykit are going to stay close throughout their lives. (cloudtail will also stay close with his daughters, but dovewing and ivypool consistently look to whitewing for support, and brightheart is good for that too.)

i have whitewing as still existing because age wise, i think it makes sense for brightheart to have her younger litter at dovekit and ivykit, than for them to be her first litter and for amber/dew/snow continue to exist. (in my hypothetical jaywing/dovefeather au, this is reversed.)

i'm not keen on her being close with her younger sisters. i do think, for future story purposes, whitewing and birchfall would have amber/snow/dew. this is a super unimportant change because the only part of that litter that matters is that lilykit is fostered so that lilyheart can then foster twigkit and violetkit, and there's 0 reason that whitewing can't be responsible for that.

(be honest, did you even remember that chain of events? did you even remember who raised lilykit? did you even remember sorreltail was her birth mother who died? yeah, that's what i thought.)

anyway, i've danced around the specific genetics of how we get a grey dovekit from a white cloudtail and a red brightheart, and you may think, "matthew, one paragraph isn't dancing around it," and that's because you have no idea how much i care about this and how much i have to say about this. if you don't want to read 1.3k words about cat genetics, skip to the next section. the last two paragraphs is the only part that's even kind of important.

so. i've put a whole lot of thought into this. because obviously dovekit is responsible for being grey to make the whole bit work about her, you know, being dovekit, and dovekit must be dovekit for dove's gentle wings to work. so this is important.

i'm going to walk through the two options: tortie brightheart and tortie dovewing. (*technically, calico brightheart and either for dovewing, but i'm keeping it brief.)

(an aside that's totally skipable: so there is a gene on the extension locus E/e which causes cats born black to turn to amber, which definitely could be brightheart, but it's pretty rare, so i'm sticking with my calico assumptions. that said, in brightheart's official art, there is a black ring around her nose, implying a very specific silver tabby to amber deal. given her kit coat isn't described anywhere i can find it, i'd say it's actually the best description of brightheart. that said, best description is not the most likely. anyway, if this were the case, i wouldn't need all of this write up. so know that there's an easy solution, but i'm choosing to ignore it because of its rarity and because i don't want to check if brightheart could have inherited the silver genes she would have had to for this to work. it's definitely possible, given that frostfur has the same deal as cloudtail, see below, and lionheart could be golden --- as in the formal word for a cat with certain genes, a color linked to silver, but, well, i just can't find it likely. i'll add a short description of how it would work at the very end of this though.)

in either case, cloudtail is the same, so i'll address him first.

so, cats have four genes on the white allele, Wd, Ws, w, and wg. Wd is dominant white, and it could be what cloudtail has, but since he has blue eyes, it would be likely for him to be deaf, and, because it's dominant, there's a low chance that neither dovekit nor ivykit inherit it. is what i would be saying if whitewing wasn't his first daughter. she is also solid white with blue eyes, so to me, that makes me thing he has Wd- (as in, any other gene.)

the other option, Ws, requires him to be WsWs to be fully white, and brightheart to be either WsWs or Ws- for whitewing to inherit WsWs. given that ambermoon and dewnose are not fully white, it seems that brightheart is Ws- and cloudtails is Wdw (or Wdwg) in order for their theoretical image to be correct.

(an aside of even less importance: ambermoon's father was not cloudtail. the short explanation is that she shares one X chromosome with princess, who was XX --- see my discussion of tortoiseshells below, we know princess wasn't one, so she can't be XXo --- and one with brightheart, who's XXo or XoXo. therefore, ambermoon and princess cannot both have accurate canon descriptions because one of them needs to be a tortie. i think it's more likely she was sired by a red tom. yes, it is possible for kits in the same litter to have different sires, and yes, that is necessary, because no one else has dominant white in thunderclan AFAIK. this means making her birchfall and whitewing's gives a bit more wiggle room in all this. a bit. she could also have the same thing covered on brightheart in the above slide, but that's complicated for other reasons.)

brightheart is almost certainly Wsw or Wswg. they're not both wgwg because that leaves no options for ambermoon, who i'm interpretting as not having any white. cloudtail inherits from princess wg because of birman gloving demonstrating on her white paws (there are other ways, but given her description, which fits it almost identically, i'm going with that.) so for white, we have Wdwg for cloudtail and Wsw for brightheart.

ivypool inherits Wswg so she can have her inconsistent white, and dovewing inherits wwg.

now, we don't know anything about cloudtail's father, except that he's white too (or cloudtail couldn't be white.) princess is light brown tabby, which is something i'm having a hard time deciding her genetics for, so we'll work back to that (neither of the obvious options leads to a cat that looks like princess, because of how tabbies work, the combination is likely not to be obvious anyway) if i decide we need her genetics.

right so for dovewing to be solid grey, two things must be true: cloudtail and brightheart must be either Dd or dd (dilution). brightheart, i don't believe, is dilute, because i've seen cream on cats and it's far closer to sandstorm's color than brightheart, so i'm calling her Dd. cloudtail can be either.

dovewing is dd, and so is ivypool. that's how you get light grey.

now, either cloudtail or brightheart have to have a B- black phenotype. (special case included, if you read the aside) and i think it's more likely to be cloudtail. then, brightheart can be blbl, which is cinnamon, and would help hide her tortie-ness. (we're covering that later.)

at this point, dovewing is more or less settled. if you're comfortable with this type of genetics, you can probably work it out. dovekit inherits B-/dd/wwg, and she's everything we need. the fact that she's not a tabby does kind of matter, but not really, because the nonagouti gene is recessive so even if cloudtail was a masked tabby, he can still be Aa and brighheart can be Aa, so she won't show. that makes dovewing B-/dd/wwg/aa, for those following along at home.

ivypool is a tabby, so she'd be B-/bb/Ws-/A-.

okay, we have the core of them settled down. there's a lot more that goes into types of tabbies, but that doesn't really matter here. the last bit that matters is the tortie issue.

as is a somewhat commonly known fact, tortie cats are almost always female, because the phaeomelanin (red pigment) gene in cats is sex linked to Xo (vs X for eumelanin, the black gene). this is expressed as O/o when discussing the specific gene, but since we only care if its dominant, the XO/Xo distinction is slightly faster to type if X means black and Xo means orange.

anyway, these are codominant, if a cat has two, they'll be expressed at random. that's how tortie cats exist. since for the vast majority of cases, only female cats have two X chromosomes, only female cats can be XXo.

(as an aside, that's another reason for the clans to find sol strange. i know the clans have a lot of male calicos, but sol was the most distinctive one, since redtail died in the prologue and i can't recall any others off the top of my head.)

anyway, dovewing needs to inherit XX to be fully black (grey), so brightheart needs to be tortie to pass on one to her and remain orange. alternatively, brightheart is XoXo and dovewing is a tortie. i'm sticking with brightheart tortie because that's actually how i pictured her, so i like it better, but it doesn't really matter, since the cream on dilute torties is actually rather subtle.

ivypool is the same as dovewing, although she could be a tortie if dovewing isn't and brightheart is, something i quite like the idea of.

now, for option 3, the cryptic option in the aside. basically, to summarize, you can get black cats who turn orange over time. the end result is a cat who looks very much like brightheart if they start silver tabbies (like ivypool could be), up to the black ring around her nose in the official art. that makes it the best way to describe brightheart.

however, it's pretty rare, so i chose to ignore it for my analysis. if brightheart did have this gene, then nothing would change about dovekit and ivykit from their canon descriptions, nor would her's change, except for her apprentice art, which would need to be updated as spreading orange over silver.

this is also the only option that gives us fully red ivykit, something i have decreed adorable.

over 1k words about cat colors later, here's my take: dovewing and ivypool with somewhat mirrored tortie spots (they'll never be perfectly mirrored, both because ivypool has white and because its entirely random) is cute and adds something extra to all of that art where they're mirrored.

i'd rather have straight red brightheart because she's got so much art very clearly not calico, and i'd rather have the two sisters match each other for cinematic drama than change brightheart. the accurate thing to do would be calico brightheart because it could be easily hidden by the right genes on the B locus, but i don't want to do that. so. i hope this was illustrative.

section three: clan culture

this here has no impact on plot but i've read a lot of worldbuilding stuff developing distinct cultures for the clans and honestly, that's why i'm so sad book 6 takes place with two shadowclan narrators. unfortunately, dovewing and ivypool are, like, crucial to the success of the clan cats, so they need to be there.

that said, were i to write this, i would certain write novellas for lionblaze and jayfeather.

anyway, i'm going to take what we've come to see as "standard clan culture" as thunderclan culture. they have a good deal of contact not with twolegs but with kittypets (compared to the opposite for riverclan) in the old terretory, so it makes sense they developed a more rigid, militeristic life, less free and less spiritual than the other clans necessarily. they're trying to be tough in front of the kittypets.

riverclan is just kinda...chill. they like flowers and shiny things. they copy twolegs because its fun (cats irl do this because they want to be like you --- being like you seems safe to them, but these kitties do it because its fun.)

so they make, not flower crowns because, no thumbs, but certainly weave flowers into den walls and leave petals places. (to everyone who keeps putting things on cats heads, please try doing that with the most patient domestic cat you know, and then i'll let you quietly correct yourself. i mean, continue doing it for fun, but if you seriously think that's possible...)

i do like the idea of them making wreathes its just, like, no opposable thumbs guys. maybe the medicine cats do it for religious holidays.

anyway, they have patrols far less regularly than thunderclan. they're also the most true to real cat schedules: most active at dawn and dusk. that's when fish are active.

so they're not lazy, sleeping all day, they get up earlier than all but the earliest risers in thunderclan and shadowclan. (windclan wakes up early too, we're getting to them.)

they also make shrines, but they don't really have a ton of weight to them. they're copying what they see.

when cats die, however, the trinkets lining their nests are dispersed to their loved ones, and one or two are added to a collective pile/arrangement somewhere. riverclan has been pretty clear their nests float (although i can't tell you why, considering they just evacuate when that happens and have to rebuild), so the most useful thin i can think of is to preserve the trinkets.

they also are one of the two clans to celebrate proper holidays. there's not a good sense of order to them, but when a celebration is needed, a celebration is had.

that said, unlike thunderclan, the warrior vigil does remain strong in riverclan. this is because twolegs are far more common in their territory, and so learning to be quiet when necessary is important, and the vigil reinforces that. riverclan cats are also really good at sitting still: you have to, to be able to catch fish.

shadowclan is pretty serious, but unlike thunderclan, they're serious about religion. being a medicine cat in shadowclan is a pretty serious deal. they tend to die young. (i'm stealing this mostly/entirely from warrior cats redux because i can't get it out of my head.)

they retain bringing apprentices to the moonpool in the new territory. it was always an important deal for them, whereas in thunderclan it's kind of like "oh yeah make sure that happens," like a mastery project in high school or a first year seminar in university.

they also care a lot about their ancestors. i believe blackstar is the one who called the names of the fallen during every gathering? yeah. that's because remembering the dead is really important in shadowclan.

they've got a lot of nursery tales about ghosts who grew vengeful once their names were forgotten, fading from starclan but not allowed to fully die. so. when everyone dies real fast like that, carving their names into everyone's memory is super important.

(if it wasn't blackstar who did that it is in this au.)

anyway, they've got a good amount of order to their life, like thunderclan, and the camp is also a lot quieter. in thunderclan, kits are under a good amount of danger from badgers and foxes and hawks, oh my!, but pine forests are a bit safer, since foxes are the only serious predetor.

i mean, it's complicated, and i can't really figure out what biome to base this analysis on, but i'm sticking with "foxes are all shadowclan really has to worry about" because it works for me. so shadowclan kits are allowed (suprivised) out of camp much earlier.

i know this contradicts tigerheart's shadow, and my choice was either "shadowclan: militant about protecting kits" or "shadowclan: dgaf" and i'm going with "after brokenstar, they did get real protective of their kits, which is when tigerkit was born and raised, but over time, they've relaxed back to their natural state of chill"

anyway, they're probably the most similar to thunderclan, but dovewing vibes there so much better because there's a real sense of order for purpose, not just because. so there's less shouting about who is going on patrol and who's hunting. the dawn patrol is leaving because if you're up at dawn, you need to secure the territory. etc.

and while she's part of a prophecy, shadowclan revers the prophecy itself, not dovewing. dovewing is not special for being a part of it, she's just doing her role for clan life. her role happens to be different than the usual, but so what? she's just a cat.'

also, they have holidays. namely, the new moon is a big celebration night, but they also celebrate the seasons, and new life. this is part of why tigerheart gets so homesick: even dovewing, his wife, doesn't share this part of life with him, and he misses it.

finally, windclan. i don't know honestly what to do with them. they're supposed to be the most spiritual but that's not reflected in how they're written, even in like tallstar's revenge, so i don't know. i think they're the calm riverclan crossed with the more focused on protocol of clan life thunderclan.

they rise early because rabbits, and their hunting patrols are smaller and less organized. based on the books, they just run full wild after rabbits most of the time, which means they scare off the other ones for a while, so it makes sense to have a mentor and apprentice go out every hour or so during the waking day to grab a bunny or bird than for a bunch of cats to feed the clan for a day.

they do have a lot of respect for medicine cats and leaders. starclan isn't seen as something the average cat has any connection at all with. i have a hard time keeping track of who complains about what in the broken code and avos, but i feel like windclan gets angry at some point about shadowsight's visiosn.

anyway, so a cat like jayfeather is like "oh he real cool" and that's fun for jayfeather. everyone expects great things from him. because, you know, medicine cat and in a prophecy? can you imagine i mean shame he came to be via crowfeather and leafpool but you'd be a fool not to admit he's a credit to his parent's names.

they're also pretty proud. and private. very private. no one knows at all what goes on in windclan. i'd not put it past them to have a secondary camp to move to if they get uncomfortable with so many people knowing where their camp is.

i mean, how else do you explain them keeping the tunnlers secret for so long? i mean, like completely secret, no one else knew about them secret, we found out about them in a super edition secret for so long?

section four: medicine cat shit

this is a short section, but i want there to be the idea, especially in shadowclan and windclan, that medicine cats are really important to the integrity of a clan, so they need to be spiritually pure. this doesn't mean they can't have been warriors, but they can't break the code.

that's why thunderclan and riverclan medicine cats share herbs so much more than the others: if windclan and shadowclan leadrs say no, medicine cats are risking a lot by disobeying.

this is also part of why leafpool steps down when the truth comes out. what she did is bad enough, but it will be far worse for crowfeather if she doesn't step down, and shadowclan and windclan will come for her head.

nightcloud and breezepelt are also angry because not only did crowfeather have kits out of clan, but it was with a medicine cat. that's like having sex out of wedlock with a nun.

and that's pretty much all i have for this. most of it was taken up by cat genetics, because integrity matters to me.

[thewritinggrindstone]

Who Is Your Main Character, Anyway?

Over the last six months, I have noticed a recurring problem in every fiction manuscript I’ve edited and a few other nonfiction projects to boot. It’s a problem that’s both made editing significantly more difficult than the task otherwise might be and it’s killed all of these potentially entertaining novels dead, so permit me to ask you a question:

Who is your main character?

No, really. I’m serious. Do you know who your MC is? Can you point at a single character and definitively say, “Yes, this is my MC”?

If not, you—and your story—might be in trouble.

For reference’s sake, some of the novels I’ve edited since June 2019 include:

A collection of sci-fi short stories tied together with alternating chapters of an extremely and alarmingly abstract, philosophical variety

A contemporary novel revolving around health problems, corrupt management, and struggling teachers in a NYC school

A contemporary novel set in a heavenly courtroom that functioned as a soapbox for the author’s opinions on the current state of the US government

An urban fantasy set in modern-day NYC with trolls, fairies, dragons, and other fantastical beasts

I also edited a memoir about life in Crete during WWII that was told via a progressing series of anecdotes.

All five of these projects, which sound so different from the outside, share the same issue: The author didn’t understand the need for a main character.

But why is a main character important? In fact, isn’t it possible to have more than one MC? I hear the arguments: the MCU doesn’t have a single MC, and look at how utterly lucrative that series has been.

Fair point, and I’ll touch on multi-POV later, but for now, bear with me and treat the idea of a main character as one of the fundamental storytelling rules. And like all rules related to writing, you need to know how it works before you can effectively break it.

So what is a main character?

The typical main character in a novel is, at their very core, the character who both:

Has the highest stakes in the story’s climax

Goes through the most dramatic change themselves (positive/negative arc), or has the most dramatic change on the world around them (flat arc)

If either element is missing from the character, chances are they aren’t actually the MC.

Why is this important?

It’s important because if you don’t consciously determine who your MC is, you’re far more likely to be swayed by other characters who pop up and their respective stories. Suddenly one character has severe anxiety due to a crummy upbringing and all but vanishes after they begin recovering after a failed suicide attempt. Another is stealing medication from the locked nurse’s office to deal with a problem that isn’t quite important enough to actually receive mention in the novel. Yet another character becomes a mouthpiece for a topic the author is passionate about but doesn’t actually tie into the novel’s plot or theme. Suddenly there are characters crawling out of the woodwork, all interesting and unique and playing important enough roles that the author becomes distracted with the shiny and the tantalizing and doesn’t quite realize that they’ve completely failed to mention a character isn’t a human at all and indeed is a troll until page seventy-three. Oh, and there’s no climax to the novel either. Huh. How did that happen?

One consequence of an author failing to identify their main character is that failing to do so often leads to an unfocused story. POVs hop from character A to character B to character C to character D, and somehow we find ourselves at character M before finally circling back around to character A, whose story... I no longer quite remember—or care about, because character G was fascinating and I want to get back to them.

Another consequence is that POV oftentimes is distributed unevenly throughout the story. A concurrent issue I’ve noticed cropping up is the use of omniscient POV in these troubled manuscripts. While that’s a topic for another post, I will say that a lack of main character + omniscient POV = stories that are notoriously difficult to edit effectively because it’s one thick layer of confusion on top of another thick layer of confusion. Trying to determine what the authors want out of those stories requires a frankly outrageous amount of effort compared to a story with a single main character and a limited POV because the editor has to spend so much time and energy guessing what the author truly wants.

On top of that, I’m going to take a wild guess and say that most authors don’t want to tell an unfocused story. Sure, we might want to obscure some facts, might want to leave the occasional little mystery for the reader to enjoy puzzling out, but we want our writing to be understood. We want it to resonate. And it’s difficult for a story to resonate when half its notes are atonal and the other half are outright missing.

Step 1 is to identify who your main character is. Step 2 is to determine what characters are masquerading—temporarily or completely—as the main character. In the contemporary novel set in the school I mentioned above, there were at least eight initial contenders for the role of main character, all with their own unique stories and all with significant POV time, but only one character had any bearing on the climax, and it was a character who didn’t appear until almost a third of the way into the novel but got less POV time than several other characters. This doesn’t work.

This doesn’t work because the reader assumes, particularly in genre novels (excepting romance), that:

the first character we meet, and

the character whose POV opens the novel

is going to be the main character. This isn’t a hard-and-fast rule, and there are absolutely exceptions—such as The Great Gatsby, in which the MC and the narrator are two totally separate characters—but this post is about identifying MCs in particular. Narrator vs MC is a topic for another day.

(In conventional romance novels, the POV is split fifty-fifty between the two love interests. This post doesn’t really apply to conventional romance, but it’s still not a bad idea to check yourself once in a while to make sure you don’t have any characters who are trying to worm their way into being the MC when they shouldn’t be.)

Some of the problems I’ve encountered in the five projects I mentioned above include:

A POV that skitters from character to character, even to characters who have no arc or bearing on the overall plot whatsoever

An unfocused climax or a total lack of climax

Numerous subplots that never resolve and/or never have any bearing on the climax

Significantly lowered chances that the reader will bond with or care about any of the characters

Unsatisfying character arcs and/or plots

Plots that wander to places they never should have gone

Subplots of subplots that have nothing to do with the main character and/or climax at all

Painfully boring scenes that serve no purpose

The author bending the characters and plot to A Message rather than allowing either to exist naturally

The author not understanding what is truly important or interesting in their story

Stories that try to cram way too much information into a single book

The exclusion of details that are vital to understanding the overall story

Before throwing the unfinished book aside, the reader asking the two deadliest possible questions: So what? and Who cares?

That’s a rather terrible and terrifying list, isn’t it? All because each author never chose a single main character for their novel.

So I ask again: Who is your main character? Are they present from as close to the beginning of the story to as close to the end of the story as possible? Are they the most changed (or do they cause the most change around them) of all the characters in the story? Are there other characters around them who have plots or subplots that don’t tie into either the climax or the main character in any way? Is there another character who has more of an effect on the climax than your current labeled MC? More POV time or overall focus?

If you don’t have a main character to anchor your story around, the chances of it wandering, drifting away on every little eddying breeze that comes along, stumbling into dead ends and boring climaxes and unsatisfying character arcs grow with each added word. So challenge yourself to nail down a single main character. Wrap the entire plot around them, tight enough to choke them if you must. Get your facts straight; tie every detail back to them. You might find extraneous loose threads you can pluck out, be they characters or plot elements—but you might also find areas that are weak and need building up. You might even find both coexisting in the same story, because writing is sometimes just like that.

And once you know how to identify and use your main character, you can begin adding other elements to your story, elements that can create a bit of breathing room wherever necessary, all without the story losing its focus or meandering away from you into an area that leaves your reader—or editor—baffled at best, furious at worst.

 That said, of course it’s possible to have more than one MC, but with each MC you add to a single novel, the more work you’re creating for yourself, because each MC needs to have equal stakes in the climax and, preferably, an equal amount of attention throughout the story. Conventional romance, with its lack of a single MC, works because the climax hinges on the two characters who have received equal attention (via POV time and word count) up to that point. They both stand to win—and lose—the same thing, namely their mutual happy ending. Adding in a third main character is possible but tricky. Four? If you can do it, you’re a better plotter than me, friend, and I salute you.

A note: yes, subplots are a great way of adding extra characters or situations to a story that don’t necessarily run through the main plot. Ideally, though, most subplots should be resolved as close to the climax as possible to give the entire climax that added oomph. Again, there are exceptions, and it’s often a per-story situation, but a story can only handle so many notes being played before the sound of it gets muddy. Plot accordingly, and don’t lose sight of who the main character is.

Another note: yes, the MCU doesn’t have a single main character. Even some of the MCU films don’t have a single main character, particularly the Avengers flicks, and discussing how to handle a story that has multiple MCs is not really what I wanted to focus on today. Summarized, those stories are possible but tricky. Please notice the way very few of the MCU main characters get introduced in the big team-up films. Most of the characters get their own films or get introduced as side characters in those films so the audience has to do less work initially investing in them when there is more than one main character present.

[reginaofdoctorwho]

weird shit that would probably have something to do with me in a horror movie

no one wanted this but i’m bored and found a bottle so you’re all getting it. yes these are all true. check the tags, if u think i’ve missed something please let me know!

there was a murder (technically, i don’t really count it as a murder) next door when i was four years old on christmas morning

the weird antique glass bottle i found half-buried in the woods in the woods yesterday with living bugs in it that made no attempt to leave it once i uncovered it

there is a local cult in the next town over. this is not the same as the local cult that was in the other town over where my mom grew up

random completed animal skeletons in the woods behind our house, i’m talking prey and predator, both laid out like in a goddamn scientific diagram. for a while there’d be ones in the middle of our yard, always the same type of animal, always just the bones and nothing else, laid out like it was posed. this has been happening for over half a decade and we have no fucking clue how, why, or who is doing it

the screaming from the woods that i’m going to assume is a fox

my sister almost dated a murderer. his niece or something is in my class

there is a house that is now part of a “local ghost tour” that belonged to my great+ grand parents during the civil war where my great+ aunt died allegedly murdered by her husband who is actually blood related to me. family history says she died of childbirth, which given that it was the 1800s... probably is true

there was an actual murderer in our family a few generations back but he married in and killed his wife and her sister. they didn’t find out about it until they read his journals after he died where it apparently told everything he did and they decided. “well, that wouldn’t look good for the family, and they’re already dead anyway” and just kept it hidden??

the fact we have my great great grandmother’s dress from probably 1890s or 1900s. even more so the fact that i fit in it. if this was fantasy horror (vampires, some immortal thing or ghost) i’d be fucking dead or cursed

fairly certain i was possessed by the ghost of a puritan as a kid

my family seems to have a curse with babies and nurses? my great uncle died when he was born because long story short, hospitals were the new hot thing, he was perfectly healthy, then a nurse dropped him and he died instantly. my sister died when she was a toddler and the hospital actively tried to delete her hospital records to cover it up and ended up getting fined by the state for it. the nurses responsible were not arrested or punished in any way.

my family all has fucked up connective tissue, in my brother it was bad enough he had to get a steel bar in his chest so it wouldn’t cave in.

the many times i have almost drowned, sometimes due to intentional actions by humans (my dad, it was my dad)

this in addition to the other fucked up shit he did before the divorce when he still lived here, including but not limited to: killing my mom’s favorite pet goat, hanging its skull in a tree, and leaving the body in the woods. not letting his kids learn how to cook. anytime someone asked him to cook he’d put as much pepper/hot sauce in as he could (even for like, scrambled eggs) and give it to the youngest person, usually a toddler. this was me at times. taking his kids out to the woods and threatening murder. taking his kids out to the woods and threatening burning. purposely locked the basement from the inside so we couldn’t get the gaping hole in the stairs leading to one of three kids rooms fixed. tearing up pictures of the kids whenever my mom did something he didn’t like. i had more here but i tried to cut it down a litttle

people have threatened to murder me before. one time a girl didn’t threaten, and actually acted like she was starting to like me, but her cousin read her diary or something and found out she was planning to commit a lot of murder, and told her parents and she got sent to a psychiatric ward for a couple weeks

my mom lived down the street from a family that got axe-murdered by one of their two sons when she was a kid. the murderer did get out on an insanity plea and is still in the area. also their neighbor’s mom “lost her mind” (how the story was told) when she had to protect their kids while her husband went over to try to protect the non murderer son when he got home from school and ran over screaming about his brother trying to kill him and had killed their parents

also she knew a girl who almost got kidnapped by this really fucked up traveling serial killer that has his own wikipedia page that is,,, lengthy. the girl had [alleged] mafia ties, and the guy ended up dying shot by police despite them being told to bring him in, which sounds kinda suspicious

long story short i’d probably be the sequel where one comes back

apparently i go to the “bad” school, which i found out in a coffee shop when i overheard two girls talking about how one’s dad went there and how horrible and dangerous it is

school fights are weird. either they don’t happen or they come freakishly close to murder. people slam heads into lockers, stomp on bones, drag people by hair along the ground. one time in my brother’s class a 4′9″ girl sent a 6′2″ football player to the hospital. there was video of a fight a couple years ago that’s still around. it was brutal, but also one of the girls fighting was taking one for the team in it and got the other kicked out

we don’t have a ceiling in all of the third floor, and the cafeteria has 2. this is not relevant in any way, but it’s important to me that you know this

also the guys kept ripping the heating vents/radiators/whatever off the walls in their bathrooms and got almost all the bathrooms locked. including the girls’ ones.

also everyone kept punching holes in the walls so on some of them it’s just,,, metal sheeting down the whole hallway

there are so many fucking shootings in the next town over. literally five years ago it was this nice place where kids would go on history tours, i did when my sister worked for that group. now there is pretty much one business that has not been held up at gunpoint, and if u look up to the serial killer bullet point, it is for v similar ties. it’s a pizza place and if u ever stop by u gotta try it

women in my family have weirdly good intuition but every couple generations we get doubtful. my great grandma didn’t want a hospital birth but decided “hey it’s the hot new thing for a reason”, my mom switched churches based on nothing but intuition and it turned out someone was a pedophile there (found out years later), i instantly could tell my friend’s boyfriend was a pos and wasn’t surprised later when he told her he’d murder and dismember me in front of her, and upon meeting him told him he was a fucking coward and couldn’t do it. he broke up with her a month later.

i was really good friends for a while with two guys that burned a building down. yes they were arrested. i was friends before and after the fire. they’re pretty nice, but this girl they used to date (at different times, they were brothers, yes it was fucking weird and uncomfortable for everyone involved except her but that’s it’s own thing) said some fucked up shit and it was the closest i ever got to starting a fight. anyway i’m still friends with both on facebook. one of them shares a lot of king of the hill memes

speaking of that fight, i 100% would’ve tried to kill her in that moment. u know that john mulaney quote like “i didn’t understand how a person could want to kill another person. then i got cheated on, and i was like ‘oh, okay.’”? that was me, but replace “cheated on” with she told me it was good my five year old sister was dead because she was a waste, and told me she hoped i’d die of covid”. it was mainly the sister thing. i couldn’t move because if i did i’d start a fight with the [way] above mentioned shit.

my family has a literal feud with a local farming family. i mean, we keep farm animals (sheep, goats, chickens), these people have that, pigs, and crops too. the feud was because their great uncle (or great grand uncle, i’m a little fuzzy on the details) published an autobiography (despite not being anyone famous/important) and in it talked about when he was friends with my grandfather and how creepy my great grandfather was (this was the one with the dead firstborn son) because he kept newspaper clippings of the Lindbergh baby’s kidnapping and murder pinned to a board on the wall of his office/basement. also because he was a child of german immigrants who wanted to fight against nazis in WW2 (how suspicious [sarcasm]). members of their family are in my grade. they charged my sister for almost half an extra pound of goods, too, which just revitalized it.

i live by corn fields. i am surrounded by cornfields. (joke one)

i was friends for a while with this girl whose baby teeth,,, didn’t really fall out completely? she was 17 the last time i saw her in person, she’s probably 19 now and judging by her facebook pictures they’re still Like That. she had a very symmetrical mouth/teeth, which made it weirder. just to clarify, she had some of her baby teeth pushed forward and up, so they kind pointed out a little? and all her adult teeth. she was literally so pretty.

a teacher who is v sexual with his female students came into my english class (he is a science teacher) to demand why i wasn’t signed up for his class. we then both became increasingly passive aggressive and he told the whole class where i live with specific directions and landmarks. the guy sitting next to me had to try to tone things down despite being obviously confused as to why it was even happening (me too buddy). he lives down the road from my sister. when my niece had her birthday party at our house i was outside setting things up and he slowed his car down and honked at me. fuckin creep

[corvidshipping]

modern au red/milo dump while i try to get myself together to answer asks nd work on ATJ:

(tw for alcohol mentions near the end, also this is an EXTREMELY long post, its so long that even after i split it into categorized sections each section could be its own post)

CLOTHING

milo absolutely has no sense of fashion. i feel like this is basically canon - for the styles at the time, he dresses fairly basic, mostly focused on looking put together for his job (definitely dresses aimed more towards how he would like to be treated by his peers, despite his actual position - then again our best example outside of the expedition is when he's about to deliver what he considers the most important presentation of his life, so who knows, maybe he usually dresses like a slob). aside from that his main concern seems like practicality and comfort. his wardrobe is dominated by earth tones - beiges and greens set with white and greys. all of that taken into account, i can see him dressing like this in a more modern era:

basically- a lot of cardigans, usually collared shirts or comfortable turtlenecks (since he does still occupy a research position at the smithsonian, even if only in title), big ol' coats, khakis and chinos and slightly stiff dress pants complete with ironed creases. i can see him wearing similar clothes outside work, just more comfortable - jeans and knitted shirts, henleys, more turtlenecks, and comfy cardigans over short sleeved shirts. i dont really see him wearing a lot of prints, i think he'd veer more towards solid clothes in lighter colors, but maybe he has a few. hes definitely the kind of guy to think of wearing the single graphic tee he owns as "bold and wild".

im very married to the idea of him wearing converse though. i cant explain it. milo in converse keeps me going in this world

hes kind of broke so i think maybe he got the converse secondhand maybe? or a gift of some kind. aside from the converse i can see him wearing a lot of oxfords and maybe wingtips

i want to see him in a hawaiian shirt so bad. i am losing it at this thought. he buttons it all the way up to his neck like someones awkward dad. milo wears a hawaiian shirt to "let loose". he wears it with like, khakis. or knee length jorts AHHHHDJHDSGJHDSJGh

a tie??? does he wear his hawaiian shirt with a tie???? does he think it makes it look cooler?????????? i am sobbing

red is the COMPLETE opposite. in the canon 1914 setting, red is already very rebellious for an AFAB person of their era- theyre openly a suffragette, they frequently refuse to wear skirts even in public and dress in mens clothes even before they were openly nonbinary, despite not being accepted into the male-dominated research fields and colleges they continue to educate themself with or without help, they purposely aim for an "unfeminine" silhouette when they dress, refuse to wear corsets, etc. (spoiler alert- there's a clear reason they get on so well with audrey in ATJ)

theyre also easily mistaken by people that didnt know them prior to their transition for being just a very small/young cis man- even though they canonically have a very soft "traditionally feminine" face

so basically, in any era theyre set into, red is always gonna aim to be ahead of the curve- both in their personal beliefs and practices and in their fashion. theyre also very androgynous in their clothes, although they tend to aim a bit more masculine (thats partially due to the era though, and having been forced into skirts exclusively for their entire life- i think in a modern setting where its more acceptable for AFABs to dress and act in a less hyperfeminine way, theyd be more okay with a fluidity in their gender presentation).

all that taken into account, i can see them dressing like this:

lots of baggy clothes, especially baggy jackets and shirts. they like loose fitting high waisted pants like JNCO jeans, cargo pants, etc but they arent averse to pencil legs. they rarely ever wear skinny jeans or drainpipes though. messy hair is a lifestyle for them- their haircut is definitely home-done

you know how in BICSTLY they used to have really long hair before they cut it? in a modern au i can see them impulsively doing the cut at like 3am and waking milo up at his door cause they screwed it up and he ends up having to help fix it (even though hes literally no better at cutting hair than them. worse even)

definitely have an undercut bob- bob on top, shaven on the bottom layer. they might end up growing their hair into a mullet at some point if they get bored. probably dyes their hair all the time out of boredom and then regrets it later and has to use dye remover.

lots of ripped tights and fishnets, leggings with big loose crop tops, big hoodies, safety pin jewelry and homemade jewelry. maybe some sticknpokes.

all that said, they still know how to dress in a professional situation. since its a modern au theres really nothing holding them back from the education and career they canonically want but cant get in the 1910s, so i imagine they would work at the smithsonian as well, maybe their father helped them get the job? potentially in that case they might be his assistant- after all, he trusts their opinion on artifacts more than anyone else's.

at work you can still very much see the punk/skater/grunge/goth style but its more understated- turtlenecks, high waisted and looser dress pants, lots of black, slightly unbuttoned collared shirts with a loose overcoat and no tie

since i elaborated on milos shoe taste i may as well elaborate on red's: they definitely wear converse as well, probably newer than milo's since their father is fairly wealthy and they can afford it. they also have a doc martens collection. they have a pair of demonias but they never wear them and milo is really the only person to even know they own them, let alone see them in them. they really dont like to wear heels much, but they own a few just to play around with. they have a bad habit of wearing any laced shoes untied, but they never trip over the laces. they also use lace code- their most-worn Docs have purple laces on the right foot and yellow on the left. some of their Docs have (reclaimed) pink laces.

has an extensive pin collection including feminism pins, anti-racism pins, punk-related pins, skater-related pins, and pop culture pins (80s music, modern music, old movies, etc)

MUSIC TASTE

milo's into a lot of older music- stuff from the 50s is his favorite. really into jazz and ballroom style stuff. his favorite band is queen, i think- he likes the old-fashioned sound, the jazz-chamber-ballroom influences, the diversity of their lyrics, and the complexity between the guitar riffs, the basslines, and freddie's vocal runs as well as the vocal harmonies.

sometimes he hums good old fashioned lover boy to red and they two-step in the living room in their pajamas :pleading:

also very into rush. yes, he is a rush guy :pensive:.

also listens to a surprising amount of lo-fi? he really likes stuff that remixes older music with hip hop and lofi elements, like earl grey. nearly exclusively into instrumental stuff but also very into louie zong. he listens to it while he works a lot.

knows a lotttt of foreign artists, especially niche ones. fuckin LOVES casiopea

red's spotify is a goddamn mess. everything from 2000s emo, to classic 70s punk, to post-punk and new wave, to 90s pop, to rap. they cant be easily classified at all

their favorite bands are oingo boingo, prince, queen (they listen to a lot of their harder-rock music, but milo knows theyre into the ballads too. theyll never tell anyone else though), doja cat, lil nas, fall out boy, and billie eilish.

red recites the intro monologue to lets go crazy very seriously to make milo laugh, sometimes. they get very into it with their facial expressions. sometimes it devolves into a full air guitar/keyboard/drum and wild dancing session. milo does not know how to participate in this but he loves watching them have fun with it. sometimes they pull him off the couch to make him dance with them, though

they are a huge sucker for dark pop, vaporwave, retrowave, EDM, hip hop, emo, punk... etc etc. anything that combines any two or more of those genres in an original or interesting way gets their attention right away

there's a lot of sharing between the two of them- even though their music tastes are so different, they like a lot of the others taste, and theyre always up to listen to whatever their partner is playing.

red is a huge softie, and milo has found them more than once listening to or humming something he was playing for them the other day because it reminded them of him

speaking of which- in the 1914 canon, red can play piano. i think that carries over to a modern au, where they could play piano and by extension keyboard. i like to think they experiment with a lot of instruments but i doubt they ever really mastered any others. maybe theyre okay at drums or bass?

they learned to play and sing teo torriatte for milo, as a surprise. when they first performed it for them, they had everything set up for when he got home from work- the lights were dimmed, they had candles lit around the keyboard, they draped stuff in cloth to make it look pretty, they scattered flower petals around. when milo walked in and saw it all, he almost proposed then and there- the only thing that stopped him was that he would kick himself for the rest of his life if he did that without a ring.

HOBBIES/ACTIVITIES

milo is still an avid chess player in this, but i like to think hes in some kind of groupchat or text or discord server for it. he doesnt necessarily consider any of the others in the chat close friends, but he does know them all by name

he tries to get red into chess but they never really get it

he tells them all about the stuff that goes down in the games and they just. do not understand. but they love listening to him get excited about it anyway

"red you're not gonna BELIEVE this, eddie played an italian game on star today! i thought for sure she would see through it since everyone knows it but she slipped and he beat her in like, 13 moves! i wouldnt have believed it if i hadnt been there!"

"yes sweetie please tell me more" (barely disguised pained expression)

red is a skater and a regular at the skate park by the smithsonian

most regulars there know them by name, they can spot a newbie a mile away

they have a sticker of a broken tv with a skull inside of it on the underside of their board, its become recognized as a symbol of them unofficially

since theyre so regular and have been going there a lot longer than most of the other skaters that frequent the place, a lot of what they say is kind of just accepted as the rules

they have a bad habit of lecturing new kids who show up without knee/elbow pads or helmets at the very least. all the other skaters enforce it too. kids dont end up showing up without protective gear very often after their first visit

they brought a first aid kid and left it there and everyone has kept it stocked pretty well without them having to have much input. its kind of just a communal first aid kit

they once drew the broken tv symbol on the inside of a half-pipe and everyone started calling it red's ramp after that

they also started calling the bowl at the center of the park the Soup Bowl and now thats just accepted as the name. some of the newer kids genuinely thought that it was called that by the park and were shocked when they found out it was just a random nickname red gave it one day

theyve brought milo a few times but hes extremely awkward on his feet and could never really get his balance on a skateboard, and quite frankly red is afraid of what might happen if he tried even a low ramp, so he usually just sits at the rim of the bowl while red skates around

everyone knew he was their boyfriend before they even met him. a few of the regulars called him by name right away. one of them was certain red had brought him before.

but no

they just talk so fuckin much about him that its like they already know him

aside from skateboarding, red is pretty good on rollerskates/blades

they tried to take milo to a roller rink once but it was a disaster and they ended up going home, changing into pajamas, ordering chinese food, and marathoning movies till they fell asleep on the couch together. so not a total loss

theyre both very into movies. red is deep into horror and milo likes indie/art movies and just Cannot handle horror at all, but they both agree on old movies, from the 80s and 90s to like the 30s.

red has shown milo some of the classic horror movies and the niche old ones (from like the 40s) since theyre not difficult to stomach

every so often when red brings up wanting to see a horror movie milo is like "aw babe we can watch that tonight i promise it wont be bad" and he genuinely thinks he can handle it this time

he cant

he never can

it is always a lie

red ends up holding him every time and talking him to sleep, but it thankfully never causes like a major panic attack or anything like that

they love going to museums together, of all kinds. they love art museums. they also go to aquariums and aviaries

sometimes they like to go to other history museums and criticise the veracity or accuracy of exhibits/translations, all in good fun of course. theyre never actually being mean about it

SIDENOTES/UNCATEGORIZED

they both used to work at starbucks, when they were younger and before they worked at the smithsonian. they worked at separate stores 2 blocks from each other.

milo cant stand soda or carbonated drinks, red can and will chug a java monster in order to survive a long workday if they must. milo is constantly concerned for their health and wellbeing

they r both lightweights when it comes to drinking. they can split a six pack and both be falling-over drunk by the end of the night.

given the changes in beauty standards people DEFINITELY think milo is more attractive than they would in 1914. cmon. hes a lil twinky nerd. you think people wont eat that up?

he never really catches onto the flirting much though

did u think i would forget ki/da and the others? youd be wrong.

i simultaneously like the idea of something similar to the movie happening, but also just like... ki/da just being a regular person living on the surface. in either case they r all friends still

in the case of ki/da just being a regular person on the surface- i like the idea of atl/antis just being A Place in this au, maybe its a bit of a closed off country though? like, not many foreigners live there and to get there you basically need to be there as a diplomat or a scholar

maybe ki/da visits DC as a diplomat? she is a princess, after all

red meets audrey online cause they both yell at the same misogynistic asshole on twitter

they exchange discord names in the replies of the tweet and tell the guy not to interrupt them while theyre talking in his replies

i like to think red and milo are selected to go on an academic visit to atl/antis (to learn about the culture, with permission of the king), and audrey ends up as the mechanic on the ship during the visit and theyre like (spiderman pointing meme) at each other

red and audrey have so many inside jokes that they basically speak a different language. milo gets some of the terms from context and pop culture (they use "so very" in real life- as in "wow, that shirt is so very.") but he is hopeless to learn all of it

one of their inside jokes is any variation of "milo hot girl summer" and they REFUSE to explain it to him no matter how much he begs

milo wears that iconique tank top on the ship and they say it literally any time he bends over, picks anything up, reaches for anything, moves, BREATHES. he is bewildered and at this point concerned

(in truth, the joke came from red taking a really blurry picture of him in a short sleeve shirt where he looked pretty cute and captioned it "milo's having a hot girl summer rn" and they just could not stop repeating it once audrey met him IRL)

they have a minecraft world. i do like to believe that every so often vinny finds a way in- theyre never sure how- and griefs the shit out of them by blowing up EVERY. monument.

this post is getting long bc im enraptured by the idea of an atl/antis modern au so im cutting it off here but expect WAY MORE later

[butterfly-winx]

Zenith

- Do you know about Zenith? No? I mean you own a computer so you must. I hear the whole planet is covered in one large city.

- Zenith lives up to its name, as it is regarded to be the home to the height technological development in the Magic Universe. It houses the more universities, research institutes and engineering testing fields on its tiny surface than Magics and Earth combined.

- Though it is true that the planetoid is covered with a seemingly uniform cityscape, there are patches of untended ground peeking through, mainly the polar seas.  Antitheva and Bitheva may only classify as large lakes elsewhere, but they are perfectly fit for a small planet of Zenith’s size. They even help populations of merfolk at some point in time.

- The overwhelming amount of construction covering the planet’s surface has long become its vice. With no reflective surfaces left and with machinery forced to operate day and night to fuel the latest technological advancements, the whole planet has become a singular heat trap. The seas were boiling and the air was unbreathably hot. What got research going however was the failing performance of their heavy duty machinery, screws sweating and bending out of shape, lasers blinking tired and unfocused. They devised a plan to cool down the surface of the planet by releasing agents to shield them from the thermal effects of solar rays, and achieved the impossible. Zenith’s climate has since then settled on a comfortable average of 250 K.

- The seas froze over and the merpeople disappeared - or maybe they did already during the boiling phase, out of their luck living off already dead fish. Urban development was given final approval and the last patches of earth disappeared from sight, buried under the striving for more.

- Despite its  aforementioned properties, Zenith is no monolith and it would be amiss to describe it as such. Zeniths countries and cultures are diverse, only connected by their burning need for advancement and their fight against the cold. They have a spectrum of governance forms in the different countries ranging from democracy, constitutional monarchy to representative republic and in some cases even direct democracy of people.

- As cities cover all of the planet, it is difficult to determine where individual settlements in a country begin and end. Country borders are the only demarcations, each government shielding itself with force fields, trenches or physical walls from imagined spies and malevolence.

- Techna’s home of Haikar is in a country that still tries to honour the memory of the separate settlements that have melded together. So Haikar is not a separate town as much as it is just a borough with its own town governance, and is considered to be the capital of Transjordan.

- Other Zenith country names with capitals where applicable: Tribilisi (Kandu), Gorgan, Nuzul (Xihat), Tbaku, Navyol, Urzghar

- Most of these countries don’t get along with each other too well. As is understandable, seeing as they are very culturally diverse. Each wants to be the best though and their most bitterly fought battles are usually over patent rights and the tenure of well-respected scientists. As banal as these reasons seem, as brutal are their methods of mutual sabotage to keep the leading edge.

- Transjordan unfortunately is quite small and has many neighbours, so their paranoia and battle readiness is markedly large even on planet. Growing up, Techna went through disaster and terror awareness training regularly, to the point where they could probably recite what to do in case you found a car bomb better than they could explain a simple recipe.

- Oh and are recipes important! As clean edged people think the inhabitants of Transjordan are, there is nothing minimalist about their food choices. They love combining spices and textures and always serve feasts with generosity rivalling Eraklyon’s. Deserts usually have some sort of fruits, nuts AND some preserve in them, the combinations endless.

- While it is true that for the most part, cultures on Zenith value a simple approach to things. If it can be done in a few words, why waste a sentence on it? Bureaucracy is usually a two-click-formula affair, their whole lives are condensed on a sigle digital display ID, shopping comes to you at home. Hell even marriages are just an affair of simple form signing.

- But food is where they really go full ham. It is not seen as frivolous to waste 10 eggs on a cake, because what you are doing creating nutrition and enjoyment. It is simply reasonable and efficient to go to the max when you do that and create an absolute delicacy you can gorge yourself on in one slice or less.

- So if they are so into feasting and enjoying things with purpose, what gives Zenithians such a bad name? Well, it is just that. People of Transjordan for example, like to enjoy things with purpose. They don’t really care much for music or theatre, they are just activities to air your brain out. They will import off-world made products, but there isn’t a lot of room for cultural arts on Zenith because they channel their passion elsewhere.

- Yes you heard right, Zenithinas have passion galore. They just, in the Universe's most efficient move, channel that passion into the work they already do. The majority of scientific discoveries have been made because somebody cared enough to look deep into a topic and push further, because previous answers were unsatisfactory. Children are coached to find something that inspires this level of devotion in them and have extensive education and support networks to get them there.

- On the topic of children: most of them aren’t the genetic descendants of their parents, rather a random selection from the common gene pool. The public gene pool is a hotly debated topic, but a long established structure of procreation that only the very wealthy have the option to contest. (There is a way to gain approval to sire an own baby from just the genes of two people, but it is extremely costly.)

 In some research some time ago it was determined that for the optimal survival of people on the planet, genetic relation to the parents raising the child was not only suboptimal, but actively detrimental to overall population survival. In this “more civilised” approach, parents apply for a baby who is conceived and birthed in bioreactors. This way no people who can conceive are put through undue stress and the public gene pool babies also carry less hereditary health conditions. It is supposedly a win-win situation, yet it leaves a sour taste in most people’s mouth. No wonder less and less Zenithians plan families if that is the process they have to do it by.

- As straightforward as they are, Zenithians often struggle when communicating with people from other planets and not only because of arising cultural differences. Sure any Zenithian would blush and pale when forced into a situation dealing with overly expressive Solarians, but in any other regular case, the Universal Translation Spell is not on their side either. Jordan is a very logical and to the point language and the floralitiy of other languages is impossible to be transferred to it. The UTS instead produces blocky, difficult to parse translations that often leave Techna confused to the intentions of others.

- It is of course evident that the main industry of the planet is electronics production and R&D. Companies on Zenith produce all manners of gadgets, but they are best in creating refrigeration technology (ironic, right?), astronomic instruments, self-propulsion transportation (vehicles) and medical diagnostic tools and applications. The associated application programming industry is also booming with server houses the size of smaller cities. It is no surprise that Zenith’s electricity consumption is through the roof with such a vital sector to support.

- Before their trade for electricity with Solaria, Zenithian people used static electricity discharges to harvest energy. Their planet being covered with one gigantic city didn’t leave much space for utilising the natural resources of their planet. All the mineral ore having been exhausted, no major flowing waters left and stranded with miserable and cold weather the options for energy sources were limited. What they had however was tall buildings and thunderstorms, so they used lightning harvesters for ages.

- With the storm and snow clouds obscuring the sky most days, Zenith is quite dark. The cities illuminate themselves, kind of like year round festive ornamentation.

- Spirituality is an interesting topic on planet that everyone you ask will have a different answer for. Major parts of Tribilisi and Urzghar for example believe in machine assisted immortality. They see machines as superior to biological matter and work towards the unfallability and omniscience of artificial intelligence in which part of their conscience will be able to rest after death. The predominant belief in Transjordan that Techna grew up with is that after death, there is nothing. Based on the theory of energy conservation, what one doesn’t use and convert into heat will be redistributed into the rest of the world. It is selfish to think one could hold on to any energy after death.

- Most people also don’t care for magic. Sure some magic users crop up among them here and there, but they most likely remain untrained. This is why Techna chose a school off planet to pursue their passion and why they weren’t claimed as a Guardian fairy of Zenith after they graduated. (Since this position doesn’t exist.)

- Almost all things on the planet are solved non-magically accordingly. Their transport systems are unparalleled with some regions using small-distance whole structure replication, aka honest to god matter teleportation. The frozen over seas are also fully utilised with air cushion containerships cruising the flat expanse. Along a certain longitude Zenith also sports a unique feature: the longitudinal crust train. A four meter wide segment of the planet, as if cut out of the surrounding cityscape, moves on straight rails around the whole circumference of the planet. It is the fastest mode of civilian transport available.

- They need all the good transportation and radio transmission they can get - by the way, the Universe Wide Web is also a Zenithian invention, who would have thought - as with their living space limited, Zenithian countries have spilled over onto nearby moons, essentially colonising and terraforming those.

- So, you see, Zenith and either of its countries aren’t by far as boring as one might think on the first glance and most of them certainly don’t shy back from showing emotion.

[goat-yells-at-everything]

Is Cuties REALLY that bad?

Y’all saw me. I defended this a few weeks ago when first glimpses came out. I said “we havn’t seen any of it yet so we cant condemn it!”

Its out now so I watched it.

Is it REALLY that bad?

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FUCKING. YES.

I made it 28 minutes into the film. I can not watch more.

In the first half an hour we had multiple pans of YOUNG GIRLS bodies as they moved and “danced” sexually but what made me shut it down? In LESS than half an hour the movie explicitly shows a PREPUBESCENT GIRLS breast. Full on, whole nipple, totally uncovered.

In the first half an hour.

Gawd I feel like I need a fucking shower now.

Why do I keep harping on the first half an hour? Because if thats the level you START at, where the hell do you go next?!

I JOKE about horror movies that “show” “teens” having sex or in sexual situations. Thing is? THEY AREN’T ACTUALLY TEENS. They are adult actors pretending to be teens. While its uncomfortable in a way, its not an actual child on screen.

This? This IS. These are ACTUAL children in this movie.

I can see where the story is going. A young Muslim girl and her family have just moved somewhere (presumably France but I’m not sure). She is “coming of age” in her religion. She must wear a head scarf and attend the serious religious meetings instead of being allowed to play with her younger sibling and the other kids.

She wanders down a hallway after the meeting while her mother is talking to another woman and she hears salsa music playing. She goes to investigate and finds a girl dancing suggestively in the laundry room. You’re meant to think this girl is much older until she turns around and you see her baby face and realize shes no older than the main character. Awkward psudo-lesbian feelings show on both girls faces before the scene cuts.

The next day our main character (no, I’m not invested enough to learn any names here) goes to her new school and sees the “Cuties” for the first time. 4 girls her age dressed in short dresses, crop tops, and tight pants. They do some weird statue BS that I STILL dont understand before the principal yanks one girl off to her office.

MC comes across the Cuties practicing under a bridge and spies on them from above. The girls get pissed for some reason and throw rocks at her. MC is stupid enough to just stand there while they throw rocks and gets one to the face. The next day at school, the girls harass her, call her ugly and stupid, ect. That night she uses her dads phone (which she stole) to look at instagram pictures of these girls and starts taking pictures of herself and posting them too.

Jump forward to next school day shes in the bathroom and listening to these girls talk about pictures of boy parts they have. SHE WIPES HER ASS very purposely for the camera (they dont show her bare ass but she takes tissue and wipes at the back of her butt. its obvious what she was doing) then leaves the stall to look over the girls’ shoulders at the pictures. For SOME reason, the girls dont tell her to fuck off which I’d have expected from this Mean Girls wanabe click but instead invite her into their conversation and start asking about her LITTLE BROTHERS private parts. Her brothers are, like, 5 and <1?! They then happen to see a boy the ring leader likes and dash after him. When he goes into the bathroom the girls dare MC to go take pictures of his bits. So she does. She just waltzes into the boys bathroom (which doesn’t seem to have a door?!) and starts recording him with her phone. When she runs out, the girls are gone, OBVIOUSLY.

Next day head bitch is at MC’s house and criticizes her for not being able to see anything and asks MC “do you even know how to use this?” MC then proceeds to lock her brother in the bathroom FOR SOME REASON and then head bitch breaks into the room they aren’t supposed to be in. They do some CREPPY FUCKING SHIT with gummy bears then head bitch grabs MC’s phone to show her a video.

It starts off pretty meh. Its some tweens dancing in ways they should not even know how to dance but nothing worse than we’ve seen so far.

Then one girl “accidentally” shows her breast for the camera.

The girl is, like, MAYBE 15? MAYBE????

And that is where I stopped.

This was all within the first TWENTY EIGHT FUCKING MINUTES.

If that was their best foot forward and it just gets worse from there? I tasted bile in my mouth at just that!

I am 100% for free speech with only one caveat, that no speech or act violates the rights or safety of another person.

This movie could have been made without actively harming these children. How? NOT USING MINORS. This movie’s story isn’t anything new. A girl from a traditional religious family discovers her body and her sexuality. I could find a fucking DOZEN Hallmark channel movies that do the exact same thing. The only difference was this traditional religious family was Muslim and not Christian. This movie has been done over and over again, and with quite a bit of the uncomfortable shit but its not nearly as uncomfortable because the actors are FUCKING ADULTS.

And whats worse? The basic story about her family and how shes breaking from it, it actually IS interesting. Its not NEW but its still interesting. Apparently her dad decided to take a second wife and her mom isn’t taking it well. Its an interesting look into a new culture and I LOATH that I cant see how this plays out simply because the fucking CHILD PORN that brackets the interesting story.

I thought this was going to be like Gotta Kick It Up or something. I think thats what supporters want people to THINK it is. But GKiU didn’t put literal CHILD PORN front and center.

Also? From a technical perspective? Its just a badly made movie.

There are odd and awkward lines, dead space that serves no purpose, and characters who’s actions make literally no sense. Camera angles are awkward and uncomfortable in situations that you dont have a REASON to be made to feel uncomfortable (funny enough, the scenes they say we SHOULD feel uncomfortable aren’t subject to these awkward angles). Scenes that make literally NO SENSE like the weird statue thing???

Its just. Its just all so badly made! Badly filmed. Badly written. Badly acted.

But what can you say? This movie had bad intentions behind it from the get go. Of course they aren’t going to put effort into the story or the acting. Thats not what its about.

This does not deserve a “goat yells at” tag.

Its just fucking disgusting.

Period.