#even setting aside how bad he wants to fuck his boss

[hesgomorrah]

gonzo gates, in the true spirit of mash, is so bi-coded i almost can't believe it wasn't intentional

[gothcsz]

imagine javier peña as a pornstar holy shit-

gif by @underbetelgeuse | Pornstar!Javier x Pornstar!OFC x Fem!Reader | ~4.5k wc | Explicit. Minors DNI. | Read Part 2 Here | Series Masterlist |

Summary: You're a camerawoman that shoots pornos. Javi's the pornstar you can't stand. So why is it that you're so affected by him during this honeymoon scene between him and his co-star?

Tags: smut, voyeurism(?), unprotected p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), no use of Y/N, reader doesn't fuck javi in this i'm sorry, yes it's steve murphy as the sound guy, unbeta'd asf we're here for the dirty vibes, other shit i’m probably forgetting.

A/N: well my beloved, this spiraled into something i wasn't expecting but i hope you enjoy, hehe 🖤 shoutout to my lovely mutual @almostempty for summoning the threesome demon that inspired me to finish this.

You’re not a prude. Sex isn’t aversive to you. And you suppose it can’t be considering what it is that you do for work.

A camerawoman for dirty films. Not a director, just the lucky girl that points and shoots. It’s not a bad gig, even though sometimes you do wish it paid a little more. Then you’d be able to drop your bartending job.

Recording people fucking all day then tending the bar all night, you rarely ever have time for yourself or any of the hobbies that you’ve attempted to start but haven’t nurtured simply because there aren’t enough hours in the day. 

During your downtime, you’re either sleeping or tending to your shit apartment that’s conveniently located above Lucky’s–– your night job. The only reason you can afford to live in Los Angeles is because of the cheap rent there and well, beggars can’t be choosers.

You hit the button on the elevator, currently taking you to the sixth floor of the surprisingly nice hotel the production company has booked a room in for tonight’s shoot.

Once you make it to room 606, you’re greeted by Steve, the sound guy. “You’re early.”

“Daddy got us a new toy and I wanted to test it out before we shot.” There’s a playful smile on your lips as you carefully show off the brand new camera bag with the device inside.

Steve whistles lowly, stepping aside to let you into the room. Looks very typical. Nice, grand bed in the center of the space. Desk, television stand, blah blah blah, and a bar cart.

You suavely make your way towards it, eyeing the small bottles that littered the glass top.

“Surprised you even got that thing. He’s as cheap as they come.”

You shrug, uncapping the small Fireball plastic bottle and swiftly downing it, the burn familiar and taste delicious. “I know, but considering how much money we’re making him, maybe he’s starting to realize our worth.”

You both share a knowing look then laugh. As if. That man would find any way to cut a corner. It’s honestly surprising how well his pornos do.

“Who are we shooting today?” You ask casually, beginning to set out the camera and all its attachments neatly on the desk.

“Lexxie Gold and…” He trails off, lanky form walking over to where his equipment is half set up, pulling out a tattered notebook that he flips through until he lands on the intended page. “Javier Peña.”

You can’t help the grimace that crosses over your face. Great. You’ve shot Peña a few times, each with a story that reminds you how much you dislike the guy.

Sure he seems to be a good fuck— but man was he cocky, annoying, and so damn full of himself.

Just because you have the biggest dick in the world, doesn’t mean you have to act like one.

“How fun.” Your sarcasm isn’t lost on the blonde man across from you and he doesn’t press— knowing you don’t get along with the star.

You curiously start messing around with the camera, flitting through its different settings, taking random videos of Steve as he finishes setting up while you chastise him playfully from the other side. 

Your fucking around is disrupted by a heavy knock on the door then the familiar voice of your boss and the director, Robbie, and you let him in with a brief hey.

The scene is simple enough: a honeymoon. How romantic. He wants to focus on close ups, hence why he brought the new camera.

“Gotta show them how pretty and erotic it really is.”

“I don’t really think they’re watching for the riveting cinematography.”

He shoots you a look and you raise your arms defensively before shrugging your shoulders and getting back to making some last minute camera adjustments.

Steve helps you finish setting up, making the hotel room look like a lover’s getaway. Rose petals everywhere, moody lighting, it helps that the sun has fully set to really set the scene.

Not long after do Lexxie and Javier show up, his arm thrown around her shoulders, seemingly having met up on the ride up the elevator. She’s giggling over something he’s whispered in her ear, pushing at his chest playfully.

You suppose that’s why he’s so good at what he does— that goddamn charisma that seems to charm the underwear off of any woman, hell even some men, that cross his path. 

His chemistry with his co-stars is what’s made him so popular in the industry. Aside from his appearance: cut jaw, full and fitting pornstache, golden lean body and nice cock; Javier ate pussy like his life depended on it and fucked women into oblivion— he usually ended up leaving set with one on his arm.

You remember one time his prowess had been so magnetizing, that he ended up taking the makeup artist home. The fucking makeup artist.

But things with you are different, somehow. You can feel it, he can too. Maybe it’s because you’re a no bullshit type of person that just shows up to do your job then you’re out.

In the beginning, he had attempted to flirt with you, but you weren’t really in the market to reciprocate.

A shock to anyone who meets him because what do you mean you didn’t jump at the chance to be charmed by Javier Peña?

You don’t mix business with pleasure, no matter if the pleasure seems to outweigh the business. 

And since then he’s made it his life’s mission, it feels like, to push your buttons until you’re lit up like a fucking soundboard.

The flirting, petty comments, sometimes weaponized incompetence just to get you to move the camera into a more desirable position for him— yeah it really irks you.

With it being a simple, smaller shoot today: it’s only you, the director, Steve and the two stars in the room.

As Lexxie finishes doing some last minute touch ups in the bathroom, Steve and Robbie head out to the balcony for a quick smoke, leaving you in the room with Javier as he checks his appearance in the full-length mirror by your equipment.

The shoot is starting with them already half undressed, so he’s got an unbuttoned white collared shirt on, his toned chest on full display, with a pair of dress pants hanging low on his hips. He’s not wearing underwear, so you get a peek of the prominent V of his pelvis and the enticing trail of dark hair leading below the fabric.

Goddamn him.

“Lookin’ like somethin’ crawled up your ass and died, sweetheart. All good?” He asks, no real concern in his voice but the typical condescending tone he uses when he speaks to you.

You ignore him, wiping off the lens of your camera, lowkey wanting to down another small bottle of liquor. 

“It’s rude not to speak when you’re spoken to.”

“What do you want me to say? I’m not exactly thrilled to have your balls slapping against my new camera.”

He smirks at the bite in your voice, “With the amount of times you’ve seen my sack, I figured you’d be used to that by now.” You roll your eyes and bite your tongue because he’s right and that wasn’t the best retort you could have given him.

You’ll admit, sometimes his attractiveness throws you off and that only pisses you off further.

“New camera, huh?” His eyes meet yours in the reflection, thick brows raising in amusement, “Honored to be the one to christen it. ‘Specially with Lexxie.” He whistles lowly, brown eyes flickering over to the cracked door of the bathroom, “She’s a sexy little thing, isn’t she?”

You ignore him again so you don’t get tongue tied by trying to outwit him, breathing out a sigh of relief when Steve and your boss reenter and the older man begins to throw out orders for everyone to follow.

“I want this to feel real. Aside from the close ups, I need some filthy, dirty talk. Sell it, make those horny bastards bust their load over the believable newlyweds.”

Lexxie is leaning against the doorway to the bathroom, a beautiful white lingerie set on her curvy body, obscured by a silk robe.

You’re both jealous of her for looking so goddamn pretty and jealous of Javier for having the pleasure of getting to fuck her.

“We’re not amateurs, Robbie.” 

Okay, so maybe Javier isn’t all that bad and you do tend to overreact sometimes.

It’s just hard not to, he has a penchant for getting under your skin like no other. Kind of like the annoying boys you used to go to high school with that would relentlessly tease you for being you.

No time to project your insecurities. You’re at work, you remind yourself, listening intently as your boss turns to you and begins to describe how he wants you to shoot the scene.

Intimate. Very. Intimate.

He yells action and the scene begins to play out naturally.

Lexxie stands by the window, her white silk robe loosely tied around her waist, revealing glimpses of her smooth, brown skin. The moonlight accentuates her curves, making her look like a vision of desire against the backdrop of the shimmering city.

Javier watches her from the bed, gaze dark with anticipation. He can’t take his eyes off her, the way the silk clings to her body, hinting at the treasures beneath.

She turns to him, a playful smile dancing on her lips, and slowly walks toward the bed, her hips swaying seductively with each step.

Steve holds the boom mic above them, out of the camera’s view, as you follow Lexxie’s movements with careful precision, zooming in on her long legs then panning up to her thick thighs.

As she reaches the bed, she unties the belt of her robe, letting it fall open. Javier licks his lips, the outline of his cock prominent against the fabric of his pants.

She climbs onto the bed, straddling his hips, her hands gliding over his chest.

“I’ve been waiting all day to get you alone.” Her voice is a sultry whisper as she traces her fingers along Javier’s jawline. “I can’t believe we’re finally here, just you and me.”

There’s a lopsided smile on his lips, large hands sliding around her waist, pulling her closer. “You look incredible, baby. Couldn’t take my eyes off you all night. My pretty wife.”

She leans in, her breath warm against his ear. “Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it.” Her words are a teasing challenge, her teeth biting down on his earlobe.

He groans softly, hands roaming over her curves. “I want to touch you, taste you. Feel you shiver under my hands, hear you moan my name.” His voice drops to a near-growl. “I want to make you mine, over and over again.”

You’re on the bed with them, knees digging into the comforter as you hold the camera at eye level, the small screen that extends from it giving it that grain that makes it look even more erotic. 

All of this is beginning to feel too intimate but you block that out, even if it’s fucking hard to. This is what your boss wanted, anyways.

You feel your clit pulsing, heat pooling at your core as you watch them and it’s infuriating.

She smiles, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she kisses him deeply, her tongue dancing with his and you make sure to get a good shot of it. “Then take me. Show me why I married you.” She pulls back slightly, her gaze locked with his.

He pulls her closer, his lips capturing hers in another passionate and hungry kiss. They’re absolutely unbothered by your presence.

“I’m going to worship every inch of you.” His tone is thick with promise, bringing his hand up to wrap around her neck. “I want to hear you scream for me, break that little throat then soothe it with my cum.”

Your breath hitches at his words and for the life of you, you don’t understand why you’re being so affected by this.

While faint, he hears your reaction and you don’t miss the subtle smirk that tugs at those pink, pouty lips of his. 

“Yes. I want you. I need you. Fuck me like it’s our last night on earth.” Her words are a plea, filled with raw desire and feigning love.

A little corny, but what the hell, that’s half the appeal of these things anyway.

Their bodies press together, the heat between them palpable that you can feel it from where you are.

Her fingers tangled in Javi’s hair as she deepens the kiss, her body moving rhythmically against his.

The passion they exacerbate is undeniable, an electric charge that ropes you in as you move the camera closer, igniting your every nerve.

His skilled fingers move to pull down the cups of her bra, freeing her breasts and he uses his hold on her neck to tilt her back slightly, leaning down to wrap his lips around her stiff nipple. He suckles on it, drawing out a moan from the star on his lap as his wet tongue darts out to flick rapidly against the pebbled flesh.

He does the same to the other, you following his movements and your own nipples hardening, the friction of them rubbing up against your sports bra with each deep breath you take enough to gradually turn you on even more.

After lavishing her chest with his attention, leaving her tits glistening with a layer of his spit, he goes to kiss her again and they share more of that porny dialogue that usually makes you cringe.

But not today.

Not as you watch how they touch up on each other, the way he slowly releases his hold on her neck and she pushes the shirt off his shoulders then shimmies down his body, pulling his pants down and revealing his cock.

You’ve seen it dozens of times, it shouldn’t phase you (just as how he reminded you of earlier), but fuck— with the way you’re so heated right now by unofficially being part of this twosome, you can’t help how your mouth floods with saliva at the sight.

It’s got just the right amount of hair surrounding it, looking real heavy and swollen with arousal as she wraps her fingers around it.

You move down to get a good POV shot, bending at the waist and accidentally wagging your ass in his face. 

While Lexxie begins to blow him, showcasing her skill to the camera, Javier’s eyes are glued to your ass and how good it looks in the jean shorts you’re wearing.

You can feel it, his stare heavy as lead, as one of his hands comes down to make a makeshift ponytail of the woman’s curly hair while the other just barely grazes the back of your thighs.

If you weren’t so hyper aware of his touch, you would have missed it. Your hips involuntarily moving subtly and you play it off as you shuffling to get more comfortable to record the oral he’s currently receiving. 

Sounds of her gagging and his grunts fill the room. Steve’s brows are furrowed in concentration, picking up every single thing and you pray that he doesn’t hear how ragged your breathing has become.

You didn’t even notice it until the camera in your hand started shaking just a little.

So unprofessional, this shoot is gonna haunt you for weeks.

But Robbie doesn’t seem to mind, and you wonder if you’re the problem with how Steve and him seem to be so locked in while you’re sitting here, all hot and bothered, trying not to think of Javier despite seeing his spit slick cock slipping in and out of her mouth so filthily.

The director orders them to switch and you try not to be too hasty when you move off the bed, allowing the couple to do as they’re told.

You avoid Javier’s eyes, the ones looking for yours, as he settles in between Lexxie’s spread legs.

He comments on how wet she is, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he begins to kiss her over the lacy fabric of her fancy panties.

There’s an obvious wet spot from both her slick and his saliva. You alternate, panning the camera from his ministrations, up her gorgeous body, then to capture the look of pure fucking bliss on her face.

She squeezes her tits, moaning obscenely as he pulls her underwear to the side and begins to suck and lick at her pussy— wet sounds of his lips smacking against her folds and clit has your own cunt dripping and the rough fabric of your jean shorts rubbing against your underwear is just embarrassingly pleasurable. 

It’s like you can feel his tongue on you as it flicks over her flesh, her arousal coating his face and dampening his mustache.

Javier begins to finger her and the director urges you to get a closer shot of it, which you do and it has you so close to their intimacy; you can smell her pussy.

Your thighs clench.

She cums all over his fingers and he pulls back, traversing up her body slowly, his lips marking their path until he’s kissing her messily again before shoving those sinewy digits into her mouth, and she expertly cleans them off, not breaking eye contact with him.

You lick your lips, practically tasting her, and they’re directed to start off in missionary then end in doggy.

“Put her head on your lap, get a shot of her tits down with his torso in view. Lexxie, scream his name like it’s the best cock you’ve ever had inside you.”

“Won’t be hard to do. It is the best I’ve had.”

You roll your eyes at the smug smile that tugs at Javier’s lips at her words, that statement enough to calm you down as you shift into the optimal position, her head on your lap as Javier strokes his dick and rids her of her panties, leaving her with the cups of her bra still below her tits and the garter belt on her waist.

The white stockings brush up against his thighs as he hitches her legs up on his hips.

He begins to fuck her, each thrust sending her further up your body and you grip onto your camera as you zoom in on the way her body moves, her back arching and needy whimpers pushing past her plump, glossy lips.

Your eyes are glued to the small screen, his toned body looking like a sculpture and a thin sheen of sweat making him glow.

Yeah, this tape is going to fucking sell.

“Get over here and get a shot of her pretty pussy when I push her legs up.” Javier instructs you and you can’t help but drop your jaw at the audacity.

There’s an insult on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be lashed out but Robbie agrees and you fight the urge to fling the camera at him.

Javier senses your irritation and fucking smirks, but you pay it no mind (or at least try not to) as you move away from Lexxie, off the bed, and beside him.

He spreads her thighs and pushes her knees up to her chest, her pussy on full view as his cock continues to piston in and out of her.

It really is so hot. Usually, some stars would have to use lube to get the process going but not Javier. Never Javier. 

He eats pussy so messily and knows just how to treat his girls, they’re usually fucking drenched and dripping by the time he’s ready to fuck them. He doesn’t need anything artificial to help him out.

Lexxie is moaning and spitting out pure filth as he continues to fuck her, you’re doing a good job at capturing it all. 

Suddenly, Javi leans over to whisper into your ear.

“Bet you’d look just as pretty like this, nena.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, camera once more shaking slightly in your grasp and your skin warms. What the hell is his deal?

And why does the idea of being spread out like this for him suddenly so fucking enticing?

Your eyes flicker over to Steve, who both watched that little interaction happen and picked it up on his mic, an amused expression on his face.

You shoot him a look that basically translates to Don’t and he shakes his head lightly, holding back a snicker.

They’re directed to switch again, both stars getting closer to their orgasms, and you use this a chance to take a step back and fucking collect yourself. No doubt that your cunt is an absolute mess right now.

Maybe you’ll rub one out before going in tonight. That is if you have the time. Maybe if you’re not so tired after, you’ll pick up one of the men at the bar and use him to fuck Javier Peña out of your mind.

Now bent over, her ass and pussy are on full display. Javier, once more acting like he’s the goddamn director, moves aside so you can get a good shot of it. You do, bristling as he brushes against you whenever he gets back into position behind her, entering her pussy in one swift motion and beginning to fuck the shit out of her.

Jesus. Christ. It must be because of how fucking weird this shoot has been but man, is he giving it to her good.

A few delicious spanks are brought down to her ass, his large palm making the meaty flesh jiggle and he grunts loudly at how it feels against his dick.

There’s more dirty talk, him telling her how good this pussy feels and that it belongs to him now. Her doubling down and telling him that he’s the only cock she’s ever going to take.

You move below his spread legs, getting a good view of his heavy balls slapping against her clit, his precum and her arousal coating the flesh of his sack, the sound of it smacking against her is for sure going to make some poor soul release their spunk all over their keyboards or whatever it is that they’ll watch this on.

Getting more footage of their full bodies, you maneuver yourself all around the bed, knowing that when this sucker is edited together, it’s really going to feel like an intimate telling of a couple’s honeymoon night.

You’ll give it to Javi and Lexxie— they’re good at what they do.

She reaches her peak first, shouting that she’s coming and her body flails and tenses, squeezing his cock and gushing cum out of her hole.

You make the mistake of looking up at Javier, finding that he’s already staring at you and he growls, stilling inside her and filling her up with his load.

It’s like everything else melts and disappears, leaving just you two suspended in this moment. The way his brown eyes twinkle with something you can’t quite decipher has your entire body quivering and your heart beating wildly in your chest.

What the fuck is going on?

“Get the money shot!” Robbie barks at you, seeing that you’ve been lost in a fucking daze and you shake your head, snapping out of it and moving off the rose petal covered sheets, again moving next to Javier as he pulls out.

Lexxie positions herself sexily, and not long after does her pussy flutter and milky cum begins to seep out of it, an obscene squelching sound as it drips lazily onto her engorged clit then the mattress.

It’s so fucking hot, you’ll admit it. That’s the point of these things, isn’t it? To turn others on. You can’t blame yourself for the way its intended effect washes over you.

Except your mind is still hazy from how Javier had looked at you while coming inside of another woman.

The pornstar shakes her hips erotically, giggling as Javier smacks her ass.

“And cut. Great fucking job team. You guys just made me a whole lotta money.”

You quit recording, licking your lips and moving off the bed quickly, closing the camera and making a beeline to the other side of the room, not being shy about the way you snag up another travel sized bottle of Fireball and shoot it.

“Drinking on the job?” Javier tuts, walking over to you with his soft cock hanging between his legs and you do your best to not let your eyes drop down to it. He’s got an unlit cigarette hanging from between his lips. “Very unprofessional.”

Lexxie has disappeared off into the bathroom again to clean up, Steve and Robbie discussing who knows what.

“Yeah well.” You’re flustered and hate how you’re conveying it. He’s reveling in the sight of you. “I got thirsty.”

“Hmm,” he hums, gaze narrowing ever so slightly, “Camera like what it saw?”

You clench your jaw, turning from him to begin packing your stuff up. You don’t have time for this, for him. You need to leave and get ready for the bar.

“You heard Robbie— just made him a whole lotta money, so what do you think?”

“Let me rephrase that. Did you like what you saw? Like watching the way I fucked her but was thinking of you the whole time?”

You freeze, static in your brain like an interrupted television broadcast and your body feeling feverish. You need to get out of here.

“And you say I’m acting unprofessional.” You scoff, trying to act like you’re not affected by him and his stupid words and that dumb mustache and his fucking bare cock.

He snorts out a laugh, prepared to say something else to grate your nerves but you don’t give him a chance, slinging the strap of the camera bag over your shoulder and grabbing your purse, pushing past him.

“Alright, Robbie I’m out. I’ll swing by the office tomorrow and drop this off after I’ve reviewed the footage.”

You can see Javier from your peripheral, tight jeans up on his hips and moving out into the balcony to smoke.

You feel like you can breathe a little easier now.

“Sounds good. I’ll have your check for it then.”

You nod, saying bye to Steve who has a shit eating grin on his face. “You workin’ at Lucky’s tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll be there ‘round eleven for a beer… and to discuss whatever the fuck all that was.” He motions vaguely and you roll your eyes.

“I’d rather not.”

“S’too damn bad. I drink Michelobs, by the way.”

Your face scrunches up, “I shouldn’t let you in based on that alone.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips at his reaction, but it’s all in good fun.

This little interaction is almost enough to make you forget about… all that. Almost. The door to the balcony slides open again and you take that as your cue to get the hell outta dodge.

“Alright, whatever, I’ll see you then. Hopefully we’re not too busy.”

You say goodbye to Lexxie over your shoulder, briskly walking down the hall to the elevator, looking forward to the cold shower you’re about to take to cool down your heated skin.

[buckyalpine]

Imagine Mob Bucky with his sweet little Bambi. She’s such a shy sweet thing and even though he’s had her countless times, naked and crying on his cock. She still hesitates to touch his most private places and can’t help the way her face heats up with just one look of those blue eyes.

“But-but they’ll hear” she whispers with wide eyes, her hands shaking as he guides her to wrap around his thick cock. Bucky’s thighs were spread wide apart, his slacks pulled down while he guided her under his desk.

“What will they hear pretty baby” he raised a brow while she shifted on the ground, still on her knees. “Are you shy baby? Shy they’ll hear how good you suck me? How slutty and soppy this pretty little mouth gets? Or are you scared they’ll hear what a whore you sound like when you’re stretched open around my cock, which is it”

You whimpered, knowing Bucky’s right hand man was stationed right out side of his office, his best friend of all people guarding the doors of his boss.

“Are you worried Stevie will hear you baby?” Bucky cooed, gentle holding the back of your head, pulling you to his dripping head. “He won’t hear a thing as long as you’re quiet Bambi”

He hissed feeling your soft tongue hesitantly swipe across his silky pink tip, lapping and suckling like a needy kitten as soon as you got a taste.

“Such a good girl for me” he groaned, cupping your cheeks before pushing his hips forward, shoving his length down your throat, “taking all of daddy’s big dick down her throat huh”

He smirks at the way you claw at his thighs while your legs squeeze together, his poor needy princess trying to give herself some relief.

“Bambi, what is it honey, why are you squirming so much”

You shake your head with your mouth full, too innocent to ask for what you want. Which is exactly why he sighs and picks you up off the floor and lays you on his desk, shoving your panties aside before you can protest.

“Daddy, no-daddy!” You slap your hand over your mouth as he stuffs his cock into your pussy, setting in a brutal pace without warming you up first. He grabs your hand away from your mouth, pinning your hand against the solid wood desk with a feral look on his face.

He knows his men are outside, he knows how some of them look at you. Hell, he even knows how Steve looks at you. Bucky wasn’t about to share but he’d give them a glimpse of how lucky he was, moving his hand to wrap around your throat while fucking your brains out.

“Fuckin’ scream! Scream, let them know how much you love my cock!”

“I-I-love I-it!!” You wailed, no longer able to contain your voice, taking every thrust he gave you. “I love it daddy, I love it!!”

“Yeah I bet you do, bet you love knowing my guys can hear you. Bet you love knowing they all stroke their dicks thinking’ bout you huh? Even Stevie’s probably got his hand down his pants thinking about your tight pussy and the sounds you’d make”

Your eyes nearly crossed, voice hoarse from the way you moaned, you’d back arching off the table.

“You act all innocent but you love when guys get all horny for you, don’t you baby. You loving knowing they cum cause they thought of you. Perverted fucks watching my girl, fucking probably jerking themselves right now. Now they’ll know what you sound like. Too bad it’s only my cock that makes you sound like this Bambi”

“Oh god daddy I-I” you slurred, squirting and gushing around his cock without warning, the shut alone making Bucky’s hips stutter.

“Lookit you squirting for me baby, god your a nasty little slut, so fuckin good for me, m gonna cum so fuckin hard for you princess. Gonna fill you up till the room smells of me marking you, you’re gonna walk out of here with my cum dripping between your legs”

Bucky moaned with his head thrown back, possessive over letting everyone know how he owned you.

“Let them all see all the places you let me shove my cock into. That you let daddy empty his cock rigt in your pussy-fuckkk!!”

With a guttural moan he stilled with his cock shoved in as far as it would go, cumming til the desk was a mess.

We don’t talk about how Steve came in his pants immediately after. We don’t talk about how he’s gonna touch himself again tonight. We don’t talk about how next time bucky might let him watch in person while Steve’s handcuffed with his perverted little dick out on full display, leaking and aching while you get railed by his best friend.

[railingsofsorrow]

summary: in which a phone call ruined your day.

... or not, because your boyfriend made sure to be there for you until you were okay again. pairing: s. reid x gn!reader

w.c: 2.1K

warnings/content: reader is reckless and puts themselves in danger (one time); angst; mentions of shutting people out; an argument happens but the fluff comes right after; case-related violence; reader is going through something but it isn't explained; mentions of past bad habits; be aware of spelling errors.

A/N: my finals aren't over but I forced myself to take a break for the night. thus, I'm posting this hurt/comfort blurb. hope you like it.

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“you're mad.”

the day started good. you even got breakfast at home, which is something it almost never works out. but a case only arrived at around nine, so you had time to eat something before leaving.

spencer made toast, crispy, just the way you liked it. you sipped on your orange juice as he took his coffee, hand resting above yours in the comfortable morning silence you liked to partake in.

the day started good.

until things went south really quick.

it all begun with a phone call. not a work call, you were pretty used to those and when hotch called you up to the briefing room, everybody was already filling out paperwork in the bureau.

your mood went sour in a matter of seconds. you think you were able to desguise it from most of the team, though. except for spencer and maybe emily, because emily noticed every eyelash that was out of place, she couldn't even help it.

the news you got caused you to retract back to old habits, shutting people out and drowning in work to avoid thinking about it. you were numb, doing everything on autopilot, but you didn't let it compromise your professionalism. never. that fucking phone call wouldn't make you a bad profiler for a second. you wouldn't let it.

being numb lead you to be impulsive. and you took advantage of that. you'd jump straight into action just to avoid dealing with your problems. just to forget.

“i'm not mad.”

your boyfriend's tone was clipped, short. almost cold, but it didn't got that far yet. it took a lot to make spencer reid mad. but when it happened, and you were the reason, you were always conflicted on whether to let him cool off for himself, give him space, or beg for forgiveness right after you screwed up.

this time, you decided on the former. you don't think it worked that well.

the unsub had a gun pointing at a seven year old child. he was cornered in every way possible. police cars were still arriving at the scene, although five FBI agents aimed at the man, ready to shoot in case he so much as twitched a finger on that trigger.

anxiety ran along the bystanders as they watched it all happen in their neighborhood. you hadn't plan that, in fact, all of you had planned something else entirely. the profile was solid as well as the location and the unsub's endgame.

but people are unpredictable. no matter how hard you've studied the human brain. in certain circumstances, they would be capable of anything. including threatening children's lives.

your boss advised everyone to stay back. that they had it covered. it was only a matter of talking him down, carefully and with confidence.

but the second you heard the sob of that seven-year-old boy, you stopped focusing on the command reaching your earpiece. bulletproof vest and gun set aside, you marched forward, no ounce of hesitation. you knew what you were doing.

“spencer.” you followed him into your bedroom, a tired sigh leaving your lips as you felt your legs wobble slightly. you were exhausted. the day was hell both physically and mentally and you just wanted to take a good shower and sleep for forty eight hours. you wanted to forget it ever happened. you wanted to forget that phone call.

he didn't spared you a glance as he grabbed a pair of clothes to get into the bathroom. there was it. that coldness you hated. it was finally here. “spencer, please. can we talk?” you begged. if there was one thing that suffocated you was sleeping while upset. and your boyfriend was an elite grudge holder. you just couldn't do that tonight.

“of course.” he leaned back from the door just before entering the bathroom. an impassive expression across his featured as he turned to you. you wanted to scream at him. “you've been avoiding me all day, but you want to talk now? of course.”

okay. you deserved that.

did you though? why couldn't he make your life a little easier?

“sorry I was rude to you,” you said, holding back the petty comment wanting to slip out of your tongue. sorry I'm going through something and you're being an idiot about it. “i didn't mean to. I shouldn't have treated you that way.”

spencer's tongue poked around his cheek and you braced yourself for what was about to happen. an argument. in the middle of the night — morning, it must have been past two am.

“i don't care that you were rude the entire day.” spencer clarified as if that would make things better. “i care that you threw yourself in front of a psychopath with a gun, without a bulletproof vest and only your hands to work as a shield.”

“you had my back.” you insisted, recalling the moment the whole team started to shout at both you and the unsub. they were behind you, you had good coverage. “someone needed to talk him down.”

he didn't seem to be on the verge of snapping anymore. his shoulders were slumped. he was tired too. he was exhausted. it has been a long day and you needed to rest. you needed to sleep. you needed to forget.

it had started as a good day.

“we were doing that.” spencer mumbled, softly. he eyed your bitten cuticules, the bandage in your arm and your far away gaze. spencer wasn't stupid. he noticed things. he noticed you. he knew something was wrong from the moment you excused yourself to take a phone call in the middle of the case briefing. you came back into the room a different person. contained. robotic. strictly professional. “why couldn't you wait?”

“it was a child. he was scared.” you snapped, flinching away from him. “he didn't have time to wait.”

spencer pressed his brows together, deciding to not mention the time you did have to do what you had to do. statistics wouldn't help now. “you could have gotten shot in the chest.”

“it barely grazed my arm.”

“that's not the point!”

“and what is?” you yelled back, turning to him, fuming. “there is no point. the boy was in danger. you decided to wait. I decided to act. he's alive. I'm barely hurt. the case is over.”

spencer faltered, seeking something in you that he wasn't able to find. his gaze travelled accross yours in a desperate attempt to make you realise how stupid that single sentence was. one mistake. one wrong move. and you could have been somewhere else instead of in your shared apartment.

a bodybag.

“who called you?” you blinked at him, taken aback by the question. you expected him to blame you further. you even expected him to ignore you for the rest of the night. you would not back down. “i know something happened. someone happened. you're not... you wouldn't do that if you were thinking.”

“so because I'm impulsive one time, you're questioning my judgement?”

“when your judgement makes me almost lose you, yes. I am.” he crossed his arms, licking his lips as he studied you. profiled you. you fucking hated him right now. you wanted to rip his brains out.

“there was an entire team aiming at the guy, spencer.” you scoffed, pressing a thumb against your forehead, a headache brewing. your will to argue has vanished. you just wanted to sleep.

“you were blocking our aim.”

“can you stop?”

“no.”

you no longer had control of your emotions as your sight begins to be blurred by tears. fuck, I can't do this.

the room became silent. as if hearing your inner turmoils, spencer paused. he thought it through, any possibility that might have caused your sudden mood change. your impulsiveness. he thought he had done something, but by your reaction it wasn't that. it wasn't him.

it all shifted after that phone call.

you didn't retract when he approached. you didn't reject his touch or pushed him away. but you remained frozen, locked up in your own cage.

“do you want to talk about it?”

it had started as a good day.

you stood up, brushing your strands behind your ears and swallowing up the feeling of something permanently lodged in your throat.

you didn't turn to watch his expression faltering in disappointment. you didn't had the guts to see it.

“no.” you said. “i'm fine. I'm going to take a shower. I'm tired.” you left to your shared bedroom without a goodnight, knowing it would be pointless since you'd be sleeping alone tonight.

sleeping was a strong word. you closed your eyes, pressing your eyelids so tight that you're seeing stars. tossing and turning for around one hour in an empty bed was enough to leave you upset. the weight of the day and the argument you had with your boyfriend taking a toll on you.

maybe you hadn't been fair to spencer. it's not like he did anything to force your sudden mood change; he had absolutely nothing to do with it, actually. he wasn't responsible for that phone call, he wasn't the person at the other line whose voice you didn't want to hear ever again. he was just the one at the receiving end of your irritability.

your boyfriend, he wasn't one to pry. to force you to speak of things that made you uncomfortable. things you weren't ready to discuss yet. he was the kind of person who would ask if everything was alright and he would make sure you knew you had a shoulder to cry on and a ear to vent if necessary.

spencer was caring and respectful. he knew you needed space just as he did at some moments. so much so that he wasn't sleeping on the couch because he was mad at you — though you had been rude for that to be case — but because being around him, or anyone for that matter, would only set you off.

his curled up frame on the couch, half covered by the blanket and half uncovered to the night air. curls splattered around the pillow he stole from your bedroom when you were still in the bathroom. you wanted to bury yourself into his arms and never leave him again. you wanted his warmth all over you.

standing on the entrance of the living room, you watched his eyelids move incessantly. it was what told you he wasn't in a deep sleep.

he was pretending to be sleeping and you knew he was aware of your watchful eyes.

“i'm sorry.”

you mumbled into the uncomfortable silence, scratching your arm beneath the bandage in nervousness. shifting into your feet, you contemplated approaching him, but remained in the spot.

he peaked at you as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room. he moved to a sitting position, outstretching a hand in your direction. an invitation.

“c'me here.”

you didn't need to be told twice.

“i'm sorry I was rude to you, I didn't mean it. you were just there and I—” he shushed your ramble with a kiss to your temple, arms squeezing you against him the way you craved in bed a few minutes ago. “i'm sorry, spencer. please don't be mad at me.” the last part you let out in a soft whisper but it only made him pull you closer as a form of comfort, to erase the pain you were feeling.

spencer cupped your cheeks so you would look at him “i'm not mad.” he promised, thumb grazing your face lovingly. “i just thought you needed space, but I promise I'm not mad, okay?”

you nodded with your lips trembling slightly. you were fairly certain that if you were to speak anything right now you'd burst into tears immediately.

you did manage to let out i don't want space, I want you. because it was all that you needed right now. always.

he kissed every teardrop that slipped out after that, bringing you closer to lay on his chest as he rested his back against the arm of the couch.

“i'm here, baby.” he whispered, fingers dancing across your arms. “always.”

you turned on his hold to be face to face with him, lifting one hand to touch the side of his face, caressing his jaw where you felt the growing stubble on his chin.

“thank you.” you said, smiling faintly when he pecked the tip of your nose.

he ended up covering the both of you with the spare blanket.

he breathed out as if pretty satisfacted with your current position, even though you both will most certainly be complaining of backache as soon as you wake up tomorrow. “i love you.” he let out, not minding about the pain in his joints in the morning. the only thing that mattered was you in his arms, safe and sound.

the day started good, until a phone call ruined it completely.

or not. because spencer was there and he kind of made things bearable. and if he could just make you feel better for a little while, that's what he would do.

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[stellocchia]

As much as I love the concept of Blue joining Nightmare's gang and getting some healing with them (and I really do, I'm writing the longest fic I've ever written about it) a concept I've been mulling over is that of Stretch joining them in a more canon-adjacent setting.

Like, okay, hear me out, Stretch is the one Papyrus who in most versions of the Multiverse story gets left behind willingly by Blue. Like, sure, there is Underverse where the dude just dies, and that one comic about Blue getting kidnapped by Error, but most of the time not much thought is put into Blue joining the Star Sanses. He just did. And, with the Star Sanses being a mostly positive force, I doubt it was in any way against his will.

He most likely wanted to help out because, well, he's an Underswap Sans, and the Star Sanses offered him a great opportunity for that. Canonically, Blue was always rather social, even in his original universe, but he still wasn't as accomplished as he might have wished. So more so than fame, glory was his other biggest incentive.

Anyway, ramblings about Blue aside, Stretch was left there in his world. Now he's suddenly forced to deal with the resets alone. My guy was already an apathetic nihilist with not that many friends when it all started, going through all of this alone is only gonna worsen that.

I don't think he'd ever admit that he resents his brother for leaving. His brother could never do anything wrong in his eyes. He would try to make him regret it though. Not consciously, of course, and it would start small. Things like: purposefully messing up their story by just not showing up in front of the human, or by letting himself be killed first right after the drop, or even by having the fight going on for an impossibly long time by having his first attack be nothing.

But as none of that seems to work (Blue is not coming back, he's busy saving universes and fighting bad guys) he would get desperate.

I imagine this is where his joining the Bad Sanses would come in. Here's how the sequence of events would play out:

He becomes disillusioned > Starts working on the machine in the basement again to pass the time > Gains access to the Multiverse > Finds out about the group his brother is fighting after going on a few adventures > Joins the group

His joining the group is definitely to spite his brother, but he'd never admit that out loud. It is also a monumentally idiotic idea because every moral he's ever had is strictly against everything that Nightmare gets up to. Unfortunately, by this point, he's sufficiently apathetic to be just morally flexible enough for this to work. After all, he can promise himself that he will not hurt any monsters and will instead just focus on fighting the Star Sanses. The guilt from just letting it happen is still eating at him, but he reasons that he has no other choice (of course he does. But the other choice was to let himself rot back at home in a hopeless timeline and, while it would have been a noble sacrifice, it is not one he's willing to make).

Nightmare on his side, sees the benefit of having a Papyrus on board. He's gonna keep Horror and Dust in line and loyal far more effectively than threats would. After all, he may not look entirely like their brothers, but he's still similar enough to work for emotional blackmail purposes.

It's not gonna go over as well with Killer who definitely tries to kill him at first. A bunch of times. And almost succeeds every time. But Stretch is not there for him, so Nightmare pays it little mind. Stretch is there to keep Killer's attachments from leaving or betraying them, and he's gonna get over it eventually. Possibly. (Killer is not so sure he will because fuck Nightmare and his new toy. He will stop the murder attempts though because everything in his body and soul is against defying a very direct order from the Boss).

Stretch doesn't like any of his teammates at first. He, rather hypocritically, sees them as true monsters for what they've done in their home AUs and for what they keep doing under Nightmare.

Needless to say, the atmosphere at the castle is tense for months with none of these fuckers talking any more than strictly necessary. Even on the battlefield, as they're facing off against the Star Sanses, all the bad guys are suspiciously quiet. Stretch doesn't even have the energy or clarity of mind to answer his brother's questions and pleas to go with him and put an end to the senseless violence. (He also doesn't want to answer because he's still upset and doesn't trust him. Though he will not admit that to himself. He's still in denial about that being the reason he joined Nightmare's gang. My guy is getting through life with the sheer power of denial and emotional repression and it's going horribly for him).

The tension comes to a head eventually when Killer makes a snide remark too many about Stretch's hypocrisy and Stretch punches him square in the face. It's not the most conventional bonding method, but it works for those two. He is still a hypocrite in Killer's mind, but at least he's not a coward and that's good enough for him. Everyone at that castle is hypocritical af anyway, he's not gonna judge. Well, he will, but no more than he judges Horror and Dust for their own little quirks.

From there, Stretch starts to learn a bit more about his teammates. They let him into their little circle of trust, and he learns how to help them take care of themselves. They learn what he needs too (probably some antidepressants) and help him as best as they can. And he notices, for the first time, that Nightmare is very much not in their little bubble. He's one of the threats to it. And, well, there's not much he can do about it at this point, but he vows to help them as much as he can. And he vows not to abandon them like he was. And there is still denial there about how hurt he was by his brother's abandonment and what a Hell it is to live in the castle, but that promise to himself is the first reason he's found to keep going that he's willing to admit to. And that's good enough for now

[mbappeslover]

écoute chérie // kylian mbappé | part two.

kylian mbappé x f! reader.

saw this edit on tiktok by strkvoid!!! they edited mbappé to écoute chérie by vendredi sur mer and… i fell in love. the song is sooo mbappé.

y/n got the job as kylian’s personal assistant. his previous assistant fired for unknown reasons. y/n had heard about kylian mbappé and his terrible attitude. she wasn’t excited to work with him. but, turns out.. he’s actually not that bad.

read part one first.

read finale.

“and then, he says he’ll call me in the morning. like what?”

y/n got home later that night and the first thing she did was call her friend to tell her of the events that went down.

“y/n, relax. i don’t know why you’re thinking so hard when it’s crystal clear.” y/n friend says.

“what’s crystal clear?” y/n asks.

y/n hears a deep sigh over the phone.

“you are such a idiot. it’s clear that he likes you, y/n! he’s interested in you.”

“but, i am his personal assistant. that can’t happen, he can’t be interested in me. do you want me to lose my job? i know i don’t.” y/n whines.

“i don’t know about you, but no regular boss does that to someone he only sees as a worker. an assistant… i’m just saying, if i were in your position, i’d be thinking of things to do when i become a wag.”

“shut up! i am not going to be a wag, i cannot stand you. plus, he literally hates me.” y/n rebuttals.

“again y/n, let’s use our brains. didn’t he say he had a reason. he was flirting with you and you think it’s nothing! you better go to his house tomorrow to find the answer.”

“okay, mom. you better be right about this.” y/n accepts in defeat because her friend is making a great point.

“mhm. i’m so tired, go to sleep y/n.”

“goodnight.” y/n says before hanging up.

you wake up to your phone ringing. it’s 8am.

‘who’s calling me at this time.’ you think to yourself.

still halfway asleep, you answer groggily.

“hello, who’s this?”

“waouh, j'ai mal. pourquoi mon numéro n'est pas enregistré? (wow, i am hurt. why is my number not saved?)”

fuck.

hearing the voice of the caller, you fully wake up immediately.

“no, no, kylian. i do have your number saved, i just, you just woke me up and i was still asleep, so i, i just answered the phone without lookin-“

“relax, i’m just joking. bonjour, y/n.”

even if it was way too early, kylian’s voice being the first thing you heard after waking up; it had to be the best thing ever.

“bonjour kylian, comment vas-tu? quelque chose est arrivé? (hello kylian, how are you? did something happen?)” you greet him back.

“no, nothing happened. i told you i would call you in the morning. i wanted to inform you that i decided to take a day off. so, you also have a day off.” he says.

“oh okay, is that all?” you ask.

“yes, that’s all. i’m outside of your building, get dressed and come down.”

you immediately sit up, removing the sheet off of yourself.

“what?! how are you? why are you…? you know what. didn’t you say today was my day off?” you question, confused.

“who said you’d be working? just come downstairs.” he says before hanging up the phone.

you calmly set your phone aside, before picking up a pillow, holding it up to your face and screaming in frustration.

you didn’t know what you were expecting, it sure as hell wasn’t that.

you hop in the shower and get dressed, wearing a black crop top, with black oversized cargo pants and panda nike dunks. you do a quick hairstyle and no-makeup makeup look before rushing downstairs.

it was a bit chilly in paris today, and you forgot to grab your coat before leaving the house.

you got downstairs but didn’t see the usual all-black van with extra dark tinted windows. it’s the car most celebrities drive in.

‘i thought he said he was outside…?’ you wonder, the wind making you shiver a bit.

you were about to pull out your phone to call him, when a red ferrari 488 pista pulls into the driveway.

the windows were tinted so you couldn’t tell who it was.

till the driver stepped out the car.

it was kylian. and, kylian looked so good.

he was wearing black airforce ones, cargo pants that cuffed at the ankles, a black shirt, with a light brown leather jacket.

you saw him outside of his practice uniform, it was usually athletic clothing, like a nike tech.

but, this?

he was all dressed up, and looked so nice.

“hello, y/n. over here! i knew you’d take a little while so i decided to get us something hot to drink in the meantime.” he said waving.

you walk up to kylian.

“this is yours? you’re so fancy.” you say in a teasing tone, running your index finger along the shiny exterior.

“yeah and rich.” he says confidently. he had his elbow propped up against the car door.

“whatever, you’re just kylian the crybaby in my eyes.” you scoff jokingly.

“don’t get too comfortable, miss y/l/n. i’m still your boss.” he says in a warning tone, of course, joking.

“you’re right. i don’t wanna go back to getting mean mugged all day for no reason.” you say, leaning against the car, crossing your arms.

“you know, you still have to explain to me why i deserved that.” you continue.

kylian just looks at you, up and down.

“where’s your coat? didn’t you know it’d be a bit chilly today? you look like you’re freezing.” he asks.

“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.” y/n says, a little disappointed.

kylian’s pov:

“is it that noticeable? i thought i was hiding the fact that i’m cold pretty well.”

there she goes with the unintentional pouting again, she just doesn’t know how cute she is.

on top of that, she had the nerve to dress so simple yet look so stunning.

he began to take off his jacket.

“what are you doing?” the woman in front of him questions.

“what does it look like i’m doing, cher?” he says trying to hand over the jacket to her.

y/n looked at the jacket, then looked at kylian.

‘please don’t be difficult.’ he hopes to himself

“i’m not wearing it.” y/n says before turning around, making her way the the passenger side.

he follows behind.

“yes, you are. you’re going to wear it.”

she reached to open the door, kylian quickly maneuvered in front and opened it for her.

“i’m going to make sure you won’t have to touch any door when with me.” he says to her, he didn’t realize how close they were to each other.

y/n’s pov:

he always does this. these small moments where they’re saying so much, yet so little.

her heart was beating, fast. abnormally fast.

after an intense stare down, y/n complies.

“fine, give me your stinky jacket.”

“stinky? you’re childish. i could never stink and you know that.” kylian says smirking as y/n slides on the jacket.

“he swears he’s all that and a bag of chips.” mumbles to herself.

“huh, what was that?” he says.

“nothing, what’s the plan for today?” you question, entering the car, kylian made sure you were properly seated, before closing the door for her and jogging to the driver’s seat.

“put your seatbelt on and here, this is for you. i got you some ginger-lemon tea. it tastes amazing.” he says pointing to the cup holder.

you thank him as he starts the car.

you sip on the tea, as you look out the window. you still didn’t know what the plan was today, but, obviously you weren’t gonna ask anymore questions because he wasn’t going to answer anyway.

it’s quiet, extremely quiet. but, it isn’t awkward, it’s quite nice.

why does the world suddenly slow down when i’m with my boss?

it’s ten minutes into the drive and kylian break the silence.

“earlier, you asked me what’s the plan. today’s plan is i’m taking you shopping.”

you choke on your drink.

“no.” you say after clearing your throat.

“no?” kylian questions, taking his eye off the road for a second to analyze your face.

“but, why?”

“why? just because.” kylian answers.

“you’re lying.” you shoot at him.

“yes, i am.” he shoots back.

kylian’s pov:

“what’s your deal?” she questions him.

“i can’t treat my assistant out to some shopping?” he says.

obviously, this isn’t normal. but, he likes y/n. he’s accepted that.

he still feels bad about the way he treated her.

he wants her.

“you’re not fooling anyone. i see right through you, mr. mbappé.” she scoffs.

“it’s kylian.” he replies, smirking.

they spent most of the day together at an extremely fancy mall in the heart of paris. places where only the elite shop: athletes, models, actors. so, the two didn’t need any security or had to worry about running into fans and paparazzi. it was just the two of them.

or at least they thought.

it was around 12 o’clock when they finished going through every store.

kylian bought y/n too many things.

when they first made it there, y/n refused to even set her eyes on anything in the shops because they were insanely expensive.

“we aren’t leaving here till you buy at least three items, please, i wanna do this for you. buy whatever you please.” kylian says to y/n.

y/n sighs before accepting it, she was grateful but she didn’t wanna use his money.

a few stores later, she lets kylian purchase exactly three things for her: christian louboutin so kate red bottoms, jacquemus asymmetric draped midi dress, and the chanel classic double flap bag.

the whole time kylian couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. he felt so happy, seeing y/n wear his leather jacket and him paying for anything that grabbed her attention.

they were making their way back to the car. kylian holding the bags.

“11.9K, not bad.” kylian says humorously.

“stop it, i will literally turn us back around and go return everything.” y/n says, still feeling a little bad for letting him spend that much.

he laughs.

“seriously, thank you, kylian. i’ll make sure to work over time to pay you back.” y/n says observing his face. if y/n had to choose her favorite part of kylian, it’d probably be his eyes. they were beautiful. big and clear. or his personality, he said so much, even when saying little. he had amazing comedic timing.

“pay me back? i offered to do this for you. i wanted to do it. i don’t expect to receive anything back.”

okay. she couldn’t deny it anymore. since day one, y/n was attracted to kylian. no doubt. he’s smart, he’s talented, he’s strong minded, with a strong heart. he’s an inspiration.

she smiled big, opening her arms to engulf kylian into a hug.

it obviously took him by surprise as he stumbled back. but, tried his best to hug her back with the bags in his hands.

they hug for a lengthy time. taking in each other’s warmth, shuffling from side to side. kylian smelled amazing, like a smoky, deep aroma.

y/n backed up, still at a close proximity with both hands on his shoulders.

“thank you, a million times. are you hungry? let’s go to your house. i’ll make you something very good to eat. c’mon.” you say, intertwining your hands with kylian’s sorta dragging him to the car.

you felt like you were in primary school again, having a stupid little crush and being all excited over it.

you two arrived to his penthouse. even if you were here the day before, you were still amazed at the beauty of his apartment.

you handed kylian back his coat, thanking him once more for letting you hold onto it this morning.

“i’ll set these down over here for you.” kylian says, referring to the shopping bag.

you hummed in response. making your way to the kitchen. looking through the fridge and cabinets to see what you’d be able to make.

kylian made his way to the kitchen island and took a seat there, watching you.

you turn around, “how does oven baked chicken and rice sound?”

“good. is there any way i can help?” he asks.

“mmm… no. just sit there and look pretty.”

“you think i’m pretty?”

“go to your room, kylian.”

“you said it, can’t take it back.”

“leave the kitchen, right now. go watch tv or something. the food won’t take long.” you say, shoo-ing him away. he laughs before getting up, plopping himself on the couch and turning on some tv.

he’s always laughing, loud and goofy.

you like it.

it was now 1 o’clock.

the food was ready. this time, two plates and two empty glass cups were set on the island.

“kylian, the food is ready, come eat!” you call out.

he gets up immediately and makes his way to to kitchen.

you see him approach with wide eyes, each second he gets closer, he gets even more amazed at the food.

“you don’t know how hungry i was, smelling the food didn’t help me much either. seeing it up close, is even better. how can you cook so well? i could kiss you right now.” he says enthusiastically, sitting down on the stool chair.

what did he say???

“ok, kiss me, what’s stopping you?” you chuckle, you were joking, but, serious. there was some seriousness in that sentence.

kylian looked up from the food fast, you could tell by his expression he wasn’t expecting you to say that.

“i’m just kidding. oh my gosh. you look like you were about to catch a heart attack, kissing me wouldn’t be that bad, you know.” you say playfully.

“anyways, what would you like to drink? water or orange juice. those are literally the only drinks you have in your fridge.” you ask, changing the subject.

“water would be fine, thank you.” you pour water into the two glass cups. you put the water back into the fridge and make your way around the island to sit next to kylian.

you two eat, sometimes occasionally staring at one another, and laughing when eye contact is made.

again, it’s nice.

you set your utensil down, sipping on some of the water before starting conversation.

“oh yeah, you told me you’d tell me why you treated me that way. i feel like now is the perfect time.”

he looks up, chewing the remaining food—wiping his mouth with some paper before sighing.

“yea i did tell you i would, it’s a long story but i’ll shorten it for you.”

it’s quiet, he looks to be deep in his thoughts. he looks hurt?

he begins, “i had a personal assistant before you. i got along with him very well. i thought we were buddies, we hung out like friends. multiple articles began coming out, stuff like ‘people close to young football prodigy reveals his terrible attitude and large ego.’ my manager and i thought it was just press doing their thing for some clicks and views. till more personal information of mine began to spread.”

he stops, sighing hard again.

“i just don’t know what i did for him to do that… we found out it was my assistant spreading rumors about me. things that were untrue, he got paid to fabricate stories. it really ruined my reputation. and it messed with me, i thought i had a genuine friendship with the guy.”

you pat and rub kylian on the back.

“oh, kylian. i’m so sorry.”

he looks you in the eye.

“no, y/n. i’m sorry. when i got the news of me getting a new personal assistant, i didn’t like the idea of it at all. i didn’t wanna have to deal with something like that again. so to make sure history wouldn’t repeat itself, i was awful to you. to see if you’d ‘rat me out’ to those gossip blogs. and i feel terrible, because you’re so sweet.”

you take his hands into yours.

“i forgive you.” you say, smiling sweetly at the man next to you.

he smiled, radiantly.

“thank you, y/n.”

“no problem, now, if you’re done, let me put your dish in the sink and go sit on the couch. i’ll cheer you up.” y/n says, gently removing her hand from kylian’s while getting up.

he listens, making his way to the couch.

kylian’s pov:

‘she’s perfect. she’s the one for me and she just doesn’t know it yet. i don’t care if she’s my personal assistant, i don’t want to be her friend. i want her.’ kylian thinks to himself while sitting on the couch. the only thing making noise is his mind and the water running as y/n clean the dishes.

y/n’s so patient and polite with him. he wants to build a healthy relationship with her.

his mind was making so much noise that he didn’t register that the girl on his mind, was seated next to him. staring at him.

“are you alright, mbappé?”

“hm? yes, yes i’m fine, y/l/n. so, how are you gonna cheer me up?” he responds.

“i’m gonna put on the dress you got for me, for you.”

‘i have got to be the luckiest man on earth.’ he thinks.

he’s rendered speechless. he didn’t know what to say so he just nods.

he watches y/n grab the bag and make her way to the bathroom.

for some reason, he’s nervous.

‘you’re acting like a virgin right now, loosen up.

you bastard, i am not acting like a virgin.

you sure are.

no i’m not. i am kylian mbappé. virgin who-‘ he says arguing with his consciousness.

he sees her walk out the bathroom.

y/n is the most beautiful person kylian has ever set his eyes on.

he sees she’s shy, kinda reserved as she walks towards him with a small smile on her lips.

“so, do you like it?

‘what sort of question is that?’ he wonders.

“do i like it, y/n? i love it. it hugs you in all the right places.”

he sees her blush.

“you’re cute, y/n. behind all that fiesta girl act you put up, you’re a little sweetheart.” he says, trying to get her to blush more.

it works as her smile beams.

he quickly grabs the remote, going on youtube and typing in a song.

he clicks on the video and the song begins, lyrics filling up the room.

‘j’ai pas fait semblant, j’te jure.’

he makes eye contact with her, smirking.

“it’s our song.” y/n says.

“yes, our song. come here, let’s dance. you look gorgeous.” he says, getting up.

they slowly close in on each other, shy giggles being shared. soft touches being placed.

‘partir, venir, mourir, courir.’

kylian has his hands wrapped around y/n’s waist, y/n’s arm around kylian’s neck. they weren’t making eye contact, but, they were pressed up against each other. in a tight hug as they swayed to the beat.

‘je te dirai que je t’aime.’

kylian lifts his face from the curve in your neck.

“you smell so good.” he whispers in your ear.

a feeling in your stomach began to tumble in at the breathlessness of his voice.

at that time, nothing mattered to the neither of you. forgetting that kylian’s your boss and you’re his personal assistant.

you look at him.

eyes connecting, like always.

“mhm?” you say, looking back into his eyes.

“oui.”

you two just look into each other’s eyes, then at each other’s lips, before the eyes again. their song playing in the back.

at the same time, you two lean in.

‘tais toi, écoute chérie. j’ai pas le temps.’

your lips meet.

one word to describe it: euphoric.

it was intense, but, soft and short. like the feelings they started growing for each other in such a short time.

they pulled back at once, they’re always connected, in sync with each other.

‘courir, partir, venir, mourir.’

kylian is the first to dive back into the kiss with more passion. y/n reciprocated it back. it’s like craving a sweet caramel candy, knowing you shouldn’t eat it because of cavities.

it feels so right, though.

his hands went lower, lightly gripping your bottom before caressing it.

“wait, kylian.” you say backing up from the kiss.

“is everything ok?” he asks concerned, backing up from you to give you space.

“c'était parfait. (it was perfect.)” you answer.

“but, this isn’t right. i’m your personal assistant, kylian.” you continue.

“so? i don’t care about that, obviously. i know this is a drastic change, but i want there to be an us. i’ve been attracted to you since the day i saw you in the psg office. i really wish we could’ve met under better circumstances, but, i still wanna get to know you. we can move at your pace.” he explains, getting closer to you, placing his hand around your waist again.

y/n thinks about it.

‘écoute chérie, c’est maintenant.’

she looks into the eyes of the boy who’s on her mind, all the time.

“i do have a tiny crush on you, sir. we’ll work this out, right?”

“yes, we will.” kylian says, landing his lips onto y/n’s.

a/n (author’s note):

y’all the clutch for this was insaneee, i was so motivated thanks to the kindness i received from dropping écoute chérie part one. i hopeeee y’all enjoy this, it was so fun to write. it’s not completely revised as of rn so if u see any mistakes, it should be fixed in short time. as the saying goes… it’s calm before the storm. ecouté chérie part three is on the way! thank u for reading <333

[lxstfuleclipse]

hello♡

I just want more louis just like you.. so how about something gentle with him, like caring for this cutie after a hard day when he just wants to be in the arms of his beloved?

if the order is bad or not interesting, just ignore

and sorry for my english, it's not my native language, heh

hi!! your english is just fine bae, let's see what's brewin' in the pot for you!

【 summary!! luis comes home not his usual self, his sweet spouse cheers him up. 】

【 content warning!! gn!agent!reader, mentions of workplace bullying/discrimination, mentions of death, slight angst, post-canon RE4 + possible spoilers, canon divergence, kissing, cuddling. a very sad luis :( 】

He didn't know how much more of it he could take.

The staring, the whispers, the dirty looks. .

What else was he supposed to do?

After Ashley's rescue, things seemed to take a turn for the better. He was granted immunity, along with a job as a researcher for the government. He was a proper researcher now, he was going to help save lives instead of standing aside as they were being destroyed.

He wanted to change, he wanted to be a better person. He wanted to try everything to atone for the past, the pain and chaos he's helped cause.

People can change, can't they?

Everyday, he'd walk into the office to make his way down to the lab. He'd catch the stares, hearing the whispers about him made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, and those looks. . those fucking looks.

"Wait- isn't that the guy who was apart of that cult?"

"What if he took out that Saddler creep so he could be boss. .?"

"What's he doin' in that lab? Bet he's making more of those sick parasites. ."

"He's probably the reason the president's daughter almost died."

He thought they'd eventually pass, that it wouldn't matter anymore. He tried his best, he really did. He just wanted to prove them wrong, that he wasn't the cultist monster they thought he was. But, he couldn't help but feel guilty.

He helped create Las Plagas, and by the time he realized his mistake it was too late. He just hoped- no, prayed that it wasn't too late for forgiveness, to pay his retribution.

He sighed, fiddling with his house key. He never talked to you about what was going on, he never wanted you to worry about him, especially about something so trivial. So, he shook it off, took a deep breath, and put on his poker face.

"I'm home, mi corazón!"

A smile on his face, he chuckles as you leap into his arms. Your arms and legs wrapped around him tight, like you were afraid to let him go.

"Ay! Where's all this coming from, eh? I'm sure I wasn't gone that long, cariño." He smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips as he gently sets you on the floor, but his arms never leaving you.

God, he missed you. After another long day, he just wanted to be in your arms, just wanted to be near you. You were his home, his sweet paradise.

"I made your favorite for dinner. Go ahead and get comfortable, I'll make you a plate, babe." You say, pressing a kiss against his cheek before making your way back to the kitchen, so excited to spend the rest of the evening with your boyfriend.

He smiles as he watches you return to the kitchen before sighing as he crashed onto the couch, his hand combing through his dark locks as he finally got a moment to just be. . in peace. He was safe within the walls of your shared apartment, with such a sweet and loving partner like you here waiting for him.

He didn't deserve you. Of all people, why him?

"Luis. . you okay, baby?"

He quickly lifts his head to face you, you looked so worried. Fuck, he didn't want that to happen. How was he supposed to play this off?

He chuckled nervously, nodding, "Yes, yes, of course I am. Why wouldn't I be? I'm here, in this wonderful city with a wonderful partner and using this brain of mine to help people. I'm doing just fine, mi vida." He said, pressing a soft kiss against your knuckles after you set your plates down on the coffee table.

"Lu, honey. . I know something's wrong. You look so tired and. . over it, honestly. Are you sure that you're okay? You know that you can tell me anything, sweet baby." You assure him, caressing his cheek.

He couldn't contain it anymore. He just couldn't.

He sighed, resting his back against the couch. He finally shook his head, "It's. . been a rough few weeks, cariño. I feel like I'm barely keeping it together, if I'm being honest." He said, beginning to fiddle with his trusted lighter.

"Ever since. . you know, my co-workers look at me strange. While I'm on the way to the lab, I hear whispers and rumors, seeing those dirty looks they shoot at me. At first, I understood why. I mean, how would you react if your new co-worker used to work under a cult leader? That I stood by and let it all happen? I don't blame them. ." He sighed, flicking the lighter closed.

"I've been trying to atone for my sins, amor, I really have been. I feel. . horrible for what happened. All I wanted was to get out of that village, somehow, and I thought maybe that would be my chance. . obviously, I was wrong. I want to change, to be a better person. Ever since I was granted immunity, I've made that my mission. So far? It's going pretty damn poorly."

You could feel your heart break as you listened to him, you felt so bad. How could they? How could they just. . make those assumptions and accusations about him without actually asking for his side of events?

Luis was a brilliant man, an amazing boyfriend to you. Sure, he's done some major fuck-ups in the past, but he regrets every last thing. He just wanted to make-up for it all. He looked so sad, he never meant any harm, especially to the president and his daughter. That's why he helped when he did.

"I just. . I just want to help. I've lived a shitty life, and the moment I get a do-over. . more shit comes my way." He sighed, trying to keep his tears. They didn't deserve them, he had to be strong. But, he felt like he was reaching a breaking point.

"Lu. . whatever they say, it's not true. You and I both know that. Yes, you fucked up then, but you're making up for it now, and if they can't see that then they better not ask for your help when shit hits the fan." You said, getting a little pissed about it now. If you could, you'd kick every one of their uppity, government asses.

"You're a wonderful man, you've showed me that during that mission and you continue to show me that. If you truly were the ruthless bastard that they say you are, then you would've let Ashley die, you would've let all of us die." You say, wiping his tear away with your thumb as he looked so lovingly at you.

"Luis, I love you. You're going to help make this sick world a better place, and I'm so fucking proud of you." You say with a smile.

"I-I. . I don't deserve you, amor. Mi vida, la luz de mis ojos. What has this bastard done to deserve such love?" He whispered, finally being able to let go of his tears as he holds you close. You wrap your arms around each other in a warm embrace. He was so happy that you chose him.

"You're you, and that's all that matters, Lu." You murmur, holding him so close to you, wanting to squeeze out all those doubts and thoughts from him.

You loved him for him, and that was never going to change.

"Now, how about we enjoy dinner and some mind-numbing television? Then a nice, warm bubble bath and a movie with yours truly?" You ask, booping his nose.

He chuckled, sighing as he shook his head.

"That would be wonderful, my darling. . how can I repay such kindness and love? Would a massage suffice?" He spoke, smirking as he bounces his eyebrows, possibly hinting to something more.

You giggle, "I'm sure that'll do just fine as payment for my services."

He didn't deserve you. But, he damned sure wasn't going to fuck this up. No. . this was his second chance, and he was going to cherish every minute of it.

【 REBLOGS APPRECIATED!! 】

[hawfstuff]

Who-lahan's your favorite Dulahan?

Short answer, very few aside from my own. Long answer, I'm not a terribly big fan of the Headless Horseman from Sleepy Hollow over shadowing all Dullahans in a pop-cultural sense. I feel like The HH under utilizes the Dullahans more interesting quirks. (no spine whips, no blood throwing, no fear of gold, no name calling, etc) He's fine. Bunch of examples under cut.

First off the classic 1949 Disney Sleepy Hollow

He's a lot of fun but just too simple. No substance other than to be something fast and scary to terrorize Ichabod Crane.

Fun to watch but WHATEVER. 1999 Timmy Burty Sleepy Hollow HH is pretty cool.

like this is fantastic atmosphere, until he finds his head.

Oh cool, a skull.

oh god put it back. This is hideous.

The HH from Fox's Sleepy Hollow is actually pretty excellent.

Making him generally faceless is an improvement.

The shotgun bandolier adds A LOT. I think this is a great Dullahan but it's really hard to find good photos of him online that aren't super underexposed or horribly compressed. I'm also not a terribly big fan of how Dullahans are used in anime, the vibe they give off in anime feels nasty. Celty from Durarara I don't actually mind that much. I think a motorcycle in place of a horse is a good way to adapt the Dullahan to more contemporary settings. But she's like the only GOOD example.

This however is just disappointing.

If I recall correctly this one was used to write a lot of "head gags" around including but not limited to "repeatedly being groped by one of her friends while her head is far away from her body and unable to maintain agency over it"

And I just fucking hate looking at this THING.

Also what's with all the scythes? Dullahans don't fuckin' use those, get that shit outta here. There are more examples but I don't care enough for them to post any more. They're all pretty bad, and they are all harem filler. GROSS. I also wish the Dullahan was used more in games, their depictions are usually pretty cool but it's almost exclusive to Japanese developers. Western game devs are sleeping on the Dullahan and I want to rectify that.

Golden Sun Dullahan is cool but I don't typically think of them as "super tanky armoured dudes", too bulky imo.

Castlevania Curse of Darkness Dullahan has a great outfit, but that sword and shield combo looks worse that the Final Fantasy 14 grapes, awful weapon design. Speaking of FF14

Cool design, but same issue. Far too bulky for my tastes. Dullahan also makes an appearance in SMT

This just kinda sucks. More recently we got one in Dragons Dogma 2

He's alright. And then there's the beloved Horseless Headless Horsemann from TF2.

He's just too goofy, I don't like him. There are also dozens of Headless horsemen in card games, but they all feel like they are just there to pad out the monster menagerie. My biggest issue with Dullahans in games is that they are almost exclusively a throw away boss/miniboss and never get to be a real primary focus of their respective games, despite how cool they are. For these reasons there hasn't ever been a Dullahan in popular culture I've REALLY latched on to. Out of all of these I only really like 1999 Sleepy Hollow HH and Fox's Sleepy Hollow HH, because they are the primary focus of their respective stories but this all keeps coming back to Washington Irving's "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" as it's the only REAL substantive piece of fiction that uses the Dullahan in a strong manner, and even then he only shows up for the finale. A lot of this is pretty surface level, I'm sure there are far better depictions of Dullahans out there but none of them have made it back to me.

[gartenofbanny]

You all know what time it is, time for the review for the most hyped up episode since The Circus!

The Good

Vortex

Vortex, as always is the best character in every episode he's in. As always he's pretty chill and nice around Loona treating her like a person and he's really nice with his girlfriend Beelzebub. There is one scene of Beelzebub talking about fucking Satan despite the fact that she views him as a brother and Vortex just doesn't say anything..and lets Beelzebub say it.

This is honestly reminding me a little bit of Rent a Girlfriend, I really fucking hope they don't make Vortex into a cuck because that'll make me lose respect from the writers and Beelzebub. Not so much Vortex because idk what the hell he's even going to do against Satan when he finds out Beelzebub sleeps with him. The most he could do is leave Beelzebub.

Gluttony Ring

The Gluttony Ring looked pretty creative, it's my 2nd favorite one behind Wrath Ring. Why is it my second favorite? Because the atmosphere and the setting a little bit looks more like Earth than it does Hell. And the location where they're at just looks like a bee-themed tropical beach instead of fucking Hell. This is probably the last thing I would think of when I think of "Gluttony Ring in Hell". It's pretty, but it isn't something I'd imagine that Hell would have. Also, why is it that some places in Hell look fucking disastrous but other places in Hell look like oasis? Is this supposed to be a place where Sinners suffer or just Earth 2.0? We don't know and Viv doesn't either.

Animation

The animation in this episode is pretty solid and looks good which is expected for a Helluva Boss episode, but there are some times when I find the animation to be really weird.

In the beginning of the episode, it shows Demons partying, but doesn't show their full appearances just silhouettes.

And in the same timeframe, Loona and Tex outside has different shading, but once they're inside the shading instantly changes and they have thick black lines around their body. Making their characters not fit with the background. And all this shit happens in the first 47 seconds of the episode, holy shit.

Viv did say that this episode was supposed to be "A grand visual spectacle" but the only grand visual spectacle was the Cotton Candy song which took a significant chunk of time from an insignificant episode.

Yeah, there's not much I actually liked in this episode, so let's move on to the bad.

The Bad

Beelzebub's Design

I don't have any problem with Beelzebub personality-wise. She's cool and surprisingly nice for one of the Seven Princes of Hell. Vortex really does have good taste in women..aside from her wanting to fuck Satan. But I can dismiss that as a joke and pray to God that it doesn't actually happen.

But what I do not like about Beelzebub is her design which I know damn well the animators didn't get paid enough for animating this.

Nothing from this design tells me that this is Beelzebub. I was completely confused on whether or not this woman was Beelzebub until I saw the credits. Beelzebub is depicted in Demonology as an insect, not a hellhound variant. A lot of people and I assumed that Beelzebub was going to be a bee due to the Bee Aesthetic in Gluttony, but we just got Jay Jay recolored and with four arms with miniscule insect aspects.

The second reason why I hate this design is because it's not creative at all. This design without a doubt was heavily inspired by Jay Jay, but it wasn't just heavily inspired it's literally copied and pasted. They copied Jay Jay, gave her Loona's legs, recolored her, added so many unnecessary details, and called her Beelzebub. Looking at Beelzebub and the other furry characters that Viv designed in her past you can see that there's little to no difference between them.

Beezlebub's design reminds me of how video game characters have alternate skins because her design is literally Jay Jay but recolored and with added cosmetics.

Or how in Injustice: Gods Among Us the yellow costume for The Flash is Reverse Flash but he still looks identical to the regular Flash. So different personality, but the same skin just recolored.

My third reason why I don't like the design is that Beelzebub's insect features are so miniscule that you can easily miss them. The only insect like features she has are the bee wings, four arms, and antennae in her eyelids and ears. Aside from those, there's nothing else. Now when she increases her size, Beelzebub does have bug like eyes but again that doesn't really say much.

My fourth and final reason why I don't like the design is that Beelzebub has so many unnecessary additions to her design that it looks pretty overwhelming but at the same time distracting. What was the point of giving her a lava lamp stomach? What was the point of having honey levitate from behind her? Why is her fucking eyeliner dripped as if she cried? I'm most likely going to do a design comparison with another iteration of Beelzebub, but yeah those are just my thoughts on her design overall. It's lazy, but also somehow overcomplicated.

It would fit more if they made her into Cerberus instead of Beelzebub as Cerberus is a three-headed hellhound in the Gluttony Ring of Hell that likes to consume a lot. This design is more fitting for that to me.

Kesha voicing Beelzebub

Kesha voicing Beelzebub was a weird and bad choice not because of Die Young, but because Beelzebub represents what Kesha was running away from in her past. For those who don't know Kesha had a persona called Ke$ha who she describes as a "front for her emotional pain". And there are a few things that conclude to me why Beelzebub and the persona Ke$ha are nearly identical. They both overindulge in partying and drinking since Beelzebub represents overindulgence in those two things and many other things, but that was a really toxic lifestyle for Kesha to go through. There are two differences between the two characters that being Beelzebub also overindulges in eating but Kesha in the past had an eating disorder. She couldn't indulge in eating because as she says "I convinced myself that being sick, being skinny, was part of my job" and having Beelzebub a character who can overindulge in eating but still manages to stay skinny and thin is insensitive and unrealistic. The second difference is Kesha had to go to rehab in order to stay away from all of that and most likely doesn't partake in those anymore while Beelzebub doesn't have to.

Simply put Beelzebub represents the persona Ke$ha and not the person, the same persona that Kesha used to mask her emotional pain and had to go to rehab to fix. I am fully aware that Kesha is an adult and she can make her own decisions, but having someone voice act a character who represents the persona they had in the past is really absurd and stupid, especially on Viv's part.

It's likely that Beelzebub will never appear again or will have a different voice actor. Because Kesha being involved caused legal issues that took almost two years to resolve. If Beelzebub does return then I think she'll be voice acted by her singing voice actor Rochelle Diamante or someone else entirely.

Cotton Candy

After listening to the Cotton Candy song multiple times, I've come to the conclusion that this song is ass. It's not even intentionally trying to be bad either that's the worse and funnier part about it. The words "Cotton Candy" takes up 1/3 of the song, there's an entire video called "Cotton Candy, but only when they say Cotton Candy" and it's 1 minute long.

My problem isn't with the singing the singer behind this is fantastic, but my main problem with this song is the lyrics and beat. This song sounds like a bootleg version of Die Young, I know that was intended by Viv but that doesn't mean the song is good. The lyrics rhyme "Cotton Candy" with "Cotton Candy" Whoever was writing this song just needs to stop.

Also, why is the song about Cotton Candy and not Honey? Beelzebub does have a bee aesthetic around her so wouldn't it make more sense to have her sing about honey. It's sweet and addictive

This video perfectly summarizes my thoughts on this song

Loona barely has a spotlight

Loona was hyped up exponentially a couple of days before this episode came out. From the voice actress stating that she'll return to voice Loona while striking a pose to a Loona plush releasing not too long ago.

While I don't believe Loona was hyped up for this episode in particular she was still hyped up regardless and this episode was assumed to be a Loona-centered episode...that is until Beelzebub. Beelzebub stole the spotlight from Loona due to her character reveal being the sparkly song it was and a lot of people liking her design due to it being flashy.

Even a couple of days after the episode's release I still see more people talking about Beelzebub than Loona, regardless of how I feel about this character Beelzebub stood out more than Loona did to me. It's amazing that Loona was sidelined in her own episode

Slight Tonal Issues

There are some tonal issues with this episode particularly in the middle and near the end. So in the middle of this episode, Loona walks out of the party wanting to leave feeling as if she didn't belong there.

When Blitzo was going to leave, she gets flirted with by some other hellhound and that's more than enough to convince her to stay. So apparently, Loona getting hit on allows her to become less insecure and more sociable. Jesus Christ

Near the end of the episode, Loona places Blitzo on his couch after pouring him some water then all of a sudden Blitzo suddenly has a sad moment saying that he'll die alone old and wrinkled.

I gotta add if you don't want to die alone then stop treating people like shit Blitzo.

But anyway, this scene really just comes out of nowhere because Blitzo didn't express any problem with what happened at Ozzie's before he went to the party. I understand he was drinking all of his pain away but it still felt weird and forced to me.

Then after Loona calls him "Dad" for the second time in this episode, Blitzo suddenly just puked for the sake of comedy...

Jesus Christ, even a filler episode has tone issues. Oh yeah, speaking of filler episode.

This episode is meaningless

This episode isn't a direct continuation of Ozzie's nor does it affect any future episodes. Viv stated that Ozzie's is the true season 1 finale and that this episode is a "grand visual spectacle"

So all of this is just meaningless and what reinforces this is Loona's behavior. Loona went from her taking care of Blitzo to even calling him dad to straight up physically and mentally abusing him just because he wanted her to be nicer to the clients. Seeing Stars takes place at least a few days after Queen Bee so there's literally no reason for Loona to even act like this.

Raises more questions than answers

This episode like all of the other ones in Helluva Boss raises more questions than answers. Hell, I'll even say that it doesn't even answer any of the questions I had. Beelzebub can literally make food from nowhere, so what's even the point of Wrath? Why is Tex and Beelzebub dating good, but Stolas and Blitzo dating isn't? How many abilities does this Beelzebub even have? Does the food she make has any side effects on those who consume it? Like there are so many fucking questions but NONE OF THIS GETS ANSWERED.

At this point, I will be really surprised whenever one of the major questions that the fandom has actually gets answered. Because I'm getting tired of this.

Conclusion

In conclusion, this episode really meant nothing and despite it not meaning anything I didn't like it. Especially Cotton Candy, that song sucks, I don't know why they didn't use Silva Hound's "Monster Ball" it sounds leagues better than "Cotton Candy" plus it's more fitting since Demons are monsters. Anyway, thank you all for reading and I hope you all have a nice day!

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Climb the Walls

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, scared boys, cursing, threats, back stabbing, pissed boss bitch Kells, Dom trying to be comforting, teasing, guns, drinking (not Kells), breaking things, insults, mentions of people as objects, trying to save their people, lost boys, hurt/comfort, past abuse, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: mature

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

“I have no idea what happened! I just went home for the night and when I came back bright and early they were all gone!” The Doctor was shaking where she had sat on their couch since she arrived about an hour before. The moment the couple realized their friend probably wasn't safe they told her to pack her shit and drive over with her wife. Colson was putting her up in the apartment they'd planned to move Dom and Tom into. He owned the top few floors of the Four Seasons so it was a safe house of sorts. She'd been a mess when she arrived with Dorothy in tow, the female Alpha apprehensive and anxious behind her mate. She and Kells had become friends too over the years but an Alpha was an Alpha, even a good one, and none of them liked to ask for help.

The Doc was fighting back tears every time she spoke. She'd come from a bad home like most omegas but had been able to fight her way through medical school and had been part of Col’s family for almost twenty years. She hated that someone found her place of work, they'd been so careful to hide the makeshift hospital. It was their raison d’être to save as many omegas like themselves as possible and to lose even one was a punch to the gut, but ten?

“It's not your fault Doc. You know that. I don't blame you. I'm just glad you fucking texted us and got out.” Colson tried to keep his voice reassuring but he knew he was almost to his limit on stress. He didn't want to cry in front of anyone but he felt his eyes burn when he thought about his people. Because they were that, every person he saved was his. Some moved on to new lives far away but they always knew they could call him. It broke something inside him that anyone would screw with what was his.

“I should have stayed. What if they just went out for food and now they're waiting for me?” She asked but they all knew it wasn't anything so simple.

“I've got the camera feed love, don't worry. If any of them come back I'll know.” Tom soothed as he brought a tray of tea for the room and set it gently on the coffee table. He passed a cup to each of them even if they didn't want it. He knew the fear the other omegas were probably in and it made him sick. He needed to do whatever he could to help. First he served Dorothy and Doc who each asked for something stronger which the photographer happily complied with. He had a small flask of whiskey he passed around, though Dom, Colson, and Mod said no.

The girls were on one sofa while Dominic shared the other with his mate and their roommates. Collette had joined them long enough to hear the news but her and The Doctor had stepped aside and shared hushed words at one point and she'd disappeared after that. Kells had learned not to ask about his mother. “What about the feed? Does it show anything from last night?” The man asked but Mod just shook his head.

“It's been erased, and it's a damn good job. We're working to fix it but it might take time. Sorry boss.” The beta huffed. They were all pissed about the new turn of events.

“Of fucking course. I mean who the hell would do this? What do they want? What's a few mil they might make off them in exchange for me as a fucking enemy because they have to know what's gonna happen now!” Colson hadn't felt so aggressive in a long time. He hadn't realized how much his mate was helping his temper but he could feel it now. The rage inside him made his stomach turn. “This is scorched earth shit. Drawing a fucking line in the sand. No one would stand for this and I won't either. Do they think I've gone soft or something? I'll fucking-” He had to take a breath, the more upset he grew the more the baby threw a fit inside him. “Not fucking now Punk. I'm working. We don't screw with my work.” He grumbled to his stomach but it did about as much good as when someone told him to calm down.

“Col, babies don't listen. They feel what you do. Chill the fuck out before you go into early labor. Doc's orders.” The Doctor huffed and that was like a bucket of ice water on his head. He couldn't handle that on top of everything else. He would not be the reason something happened to his child.

“Babies probably listen but let's be real, this is Col’s kid.” Mod tried to lighten the mood and they all chuckled softly.

“Fairs. Don't even listen to me.” Dom sighed teasingly as he laid his head on the older man's shoulder. He wanted so badly to soothe his child but he knew he wasn't allowed in front of others. He was amazed the guy even referenced the little one or gave them a nickname of sorts.

“That's because you're the bitch. You listen to me. That's how this whole thing works.” Kells explained before a thought struck him. “Are you sure you finished the last asshole off?”

It took the Alpha a moment to process what his mate was asking because the first time it filtered through his ADHD riddled brain it sounded somehow naughty but when he did finally connect the dots he glanced around the room. Two people didn't know who he was. Could he trust them? “Yeah. Believe me luv, he weren't walking outta ‘ere or taking anover breaf. Let alone kidnapping multiple omegas.” When he let his darkness out to play and had time to savor it, he started with the ankle tendons and worked his way up. He nervously played with his hair as he watched the women in the room. They didn't seem to care what they were talking about.

“What about friends? Could he have other people out for revenge? Did you back check the bitch?” Kells wasn't trying to blame his mate but he felt wild with worry and he was terrified it was somehow all his fault.

“I vet them Colson, you know my work better than that. There was no one that cared enough to come after the boy. I think we all know who this probably is.” Tom muttered the last so low that Col barely caught it but he saw the way Mod tapped the other man's leg.

“What? Who? What the fuck are you two not saying? Because believe me, I'll take any answers right now. This won't fucking stand.” His voice broke and his lover held him tighter. He would not fucking break in front of anyone. He was still their leader, pregnant or not, he had to hold it together.

The odd couple shared a few whispered words but finally Tom rolled his eyes and sat forward to meet the other omega's gaze. “Megan. She has to be the one stealing from you. It's the only thing that makes sense. She's been stealing from you and trying to build her own empire for years. She wasn't trying to date you, she wants to replace you. I'm sorry brother but she's trying to destroy all you've built.”

Kells blinked slowly and dropped his palm to his belly protectively. All he built could fall to ruins but he wouldn't give up his mate or child. Not even ‘without a fight’, he just flat out fucking refused. After finding out she hurt him all those years ago he'd already mostly known their friendship had never truly existed but this was on another level. “Guys, she's not smart enough for this shit.” Normally he'd feel bad saying something so catty but it felt true. She was a manipulative bitch but scheming at this level?

“It's not about brains really. Yes, she'd need to hire someone tech savvy to disable the cameras but just to decide to break in somewhere she knows would hurt you most and take the people you save? It's evil but not genius level. Causing someone pain when you know them isn't that hard.” Mod explained softly and it hit Colson like a bullet to the heart. His friend wasn't wrong. Megan had been around since he was a teenager and she'd been part of his inner circle since he came up. She knew all his buttons better than most.

“Bucket?” Dom whispered when he noticed the color of his mate go from rage pink to sickly pale. It frightened him that he couldn't protect his lover from all that pain. He wanted to introduce the bint Alpha to his blades.

“No. I'm good. Not gonna barf. Might shoot someone though. We have to find them, Dom. Some of them are so fucking young. If she sells them-”

“I know. We'll find ‘em. Believe me, I know.” The pleading stare his omega gave him was breaking the boy's heart. It was so strange because he didn't used to believe he even had one but now he knew it was there. It was made up of the man in front of him and their babe and the family they were building together. “I can go looking?” He offered though the thought of leaving them alone made him ache.

“No!”

“Fuck that.”

“No point until we reverse the camera hack.” Colson, Tom, and Mod all spoke at once but at least the beta supplied a reason. The killer just hated sitting around instead of fixing the problem at hand.

“Collette! Couldn't she ask her friend? Maybe the man who Megan thinks is on her side could know something or at least find it out.” Tom offered and Kells shrugged, it was something to do at least. Something to occupy his mind for a moment instead of stressing, though the text to his mother only took a few seconds to send.

“I could kill ‘er. End of. Ain't no more problem wiv ‘er gone.” The Alpha was itching for the chance, he had been since the night he saw her lips lock on his omega's. She deserved to meet his most precious tools. Slowly.

“And then the kids are just gone? Absolutely not. It may not even be her and then you've killed someone for no reason!” The boss knew logically she was already on his lover's list but still a part of his soul begged that she not be that awful. What did that say about his judgment? Could he trust anyone?

“Don't even luv, she been on me list for a long time. I'll give yas tha’ I can't do it now cause she got collateral but she on it. Full stop.” They weren't fighting, not really, but it was hard for the boy. He needed Colson to understand how truly dark she was. He didn't need permission exactly, he'd take out who was needed but he didn't want the man looking at him differently. They'd worked through so much already.

“Mod, call Pete. Tell him to keep an eye out. Ask him if anyone has been hired off the street.” Megan would need extra grunts to pull off something so big, she'd need guards just to keep the omegas in check. He knew most people wouldn't touch the job with a ten foot pole but if she found guys who weren't working for anyone yet they might fold. A lot of people needed money. A good portion of them were already on his payroll, even if just as dealers, but there was always a chance.

“Good thinking. But boss, you know there's a chance she's saying it's for you and getting away with it. No one below our pay grade- not even Pete knows what we actually do. They wouldn't know that's your hospital. If she said this was your stolen shipment and you were just getting them back…” The beta trailed off. It was sneaky but again, not out of the realm of possibility for her to think up.

The man cursed and nodded, a lot of the fight going out of him in a long sigh. “Call him. If she said it was for me he might be so desperate he would do it for her himself. He knows he fucked up last time. Shit!” The teacup he'd been trying to sip went flying across the room to shatter against the wall. He had been doing good controlling his anger but this was too much. At least he hadn't hit anyone. Yet. He hoped the go between would check in with him first but he knew how manipulative Megan could be. There was a chance if he had helped though that Pete would know exactly where everyone was. “Give it.” He snapped when he heard the ringing start.

Dom watched as his mate took the phone from Mod and tried to stand up to pace. He gave his man a gentle push so Col wouldn't feel self conscious and got a playful knee slap in return. “Fuck off.” The omega huffed to him and he stuck his tongue out. He didn't mean to make Kells feel like he couldn't do it, he was just used to helping by now. The other started moving, walking from one side of the room to the other. It didn't take long before an answer came but it was obviously long enough for him to crack. “You fucking asshole! How bad do you want on my shit list?”

Pete was silent on the other end of the line before clearing his throat. “H-hey boss! What's up?”

“What's up? What's up? Oh I dunno. Did you help jack some omegas from a hospital last night?” He tried so hard to stay level and he probably should have asked a different way. Now he couldn't work up to his questioning and he didn't know how to progress if the fucker-

“For you! She said it was for you. Why aren't you happy dude? We got them back!” The other man's voice was tiny on the phone but obviously terrified. Good.

“Oh, it was for me? Was I fucking there? Did I ask you? If you did it for me, why don't I have them?” He tried not to shout, every time he did the baby kicked something else he really needed. “You're all idiots.”

“She said it was a gift boss! Maybe it's a surprise and she's selling them to give you the cash?” Colson clenched his fists so hard he thought he heard something in the phone crack and he vowed mentally to get his friend a new one. He had to be honest, if this conversation kept up how it was he knew it was going across the room with the teacup.

“I don't want that. Listen to me dumbass, I did not ask for this. You and your boys better find them ALL before tomorrow or I'm coming down there.” There, that was calm enough. “I should rip your dick off and feed it to you if you think with it so god damn hard.” Oops. He couldn't say it wasn't for him, he couldn't give away that he lost control of his people, but he knew it was already implied and it scared him. He didn't know how to keep control of everyone and it put him on edge.

“Y-yes Sir. Soon as I can. I mean she had us hand them off to other guys but I'll try-”

“Find them or I'll let my pet psycho off his leash and he'll turn all you bitches into a new batch of omegas.” He didn't mean it of course, it wasn't like they'd be omegas worth saving or selling for that matter. But if Dom wanted revenge…

“What's that even supposed to mean?” Pete asked.

“Believe me, you don't want to find out. Tick fucking tock. Keep me updated.” He hung up by smashing the phone into the wall before walking over to his safe calmly and opening it, taking out a small box, and walking over to hand his best friend a new phone.

“Thanks. You did good Cols. I think you should go rest while you can. No offense but you look like shit.” Mod explained softly and Col nodded. He couldn't even talk anymore he just passed by his lover and grabbed him by the hand to pull him along. He didn't stop until they reached their room and he gently pushed his Alpha to sit. He didn't know whether to crawl into his lap and cry, sleep, or fuck.

“Do you fink he'll be okay?” Dom asked softly. He'd been trying so hard to be a rock for his partner but that small worry slipped out. There had been something special about the boy he saved and he didn't want to see him lost. Not after all he'd already been through.

Kells hurt in his heart as he took a seat next to Dom. He laid down and curled in the boy's lap, soothed when fingers teased through his hair. He craved the other's touch over everything. “I don't know. I'm worried too. If the men they got to were buyers I don't know how we get them back but we will. This is my job baby, trust me.” It didn't even bother him that Dom had taken a liking to the young kid. He was normally selfish with his lover but he could tell it was more of a big brother situation and he'd honestly grown to like the other omega too. “We should have brought him here.” He didn't mean to say it aloud but it just fell from his mouth. He was too overwhelmed for a filter.

“Wouldn't ask ya tha’. We can find a safe place for ‘em. I trust ya Cols, swear. I know you'll save ‘em all. But you do need rest.” Dom soothed back. He couldn't ask for them to take the boy in, it'd be mental. He didn't even know the kid's name yet because he'd been mute since being rescued from his home. They'd get them all back and find a new safe space and he'd take care of Megan before their child was born. Everything would be okay because it had to be. The world owed them both after the way they grew up. “You jus’ rest. I'll watch over yas.” He hummed, one hand petting through his mate's hair and the other over his belly.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 if anyone wants tagged let me know 🖤

Sorry for the plot dump but we're heading to the end. Don't worry, there's already plans for a part two. I like these boys too much. There should be a little more smut mixed in but it's story time. I hope you're enjoying it! 💣🖤

[milkycarnations]

Helloooo! I hope you are doing well :), I was wondering if you could do hcs on how the proxies would react if the saw their s/o with the proxy mark on their wrist ?💪💪

Oooh okay. I've never really thought about proxy marks, so I'll have some headcanons included about those too. Hope you weren't expecting fluff. I love doing asks like this so anyone interested don't be scared to send some in and let me flex my writing muscles.

Proxies with a S/O with A Proxy Mark

Masky

Nani? He's confused.

Though he can be sickly sweet to his S/O compared to the other proxies, he's still mentally ill. He doesn't know you at all, so he's convinced you're some spy or you're a godsent gift made for him.

Regardless of how it got there, that mark is either gonna get you set for life or it will be the end of your life.

Depending on your relationship beforehand, if he thinks you're a spy you may get spared. If he's head over heels, he might decide to be risky, dump your ass out somewhere (literally and figuratively), and disappear from your existence. In every other case, you're probably getting killed.

If he thinks you've been sent to him somehow, you've got a whole new problem to deal with. He already tends to be obsessive, delusional, and whatnot, but now he's really pushing the barrier. He can't risk you getting hurt by anyone and he desperately needs you with him 24/7. You're like his good luck charm.

He's not even considering you to be an actual proxy (if that's the truth). You're either a fake or a sign. If you were a proxy before, that's a past life. Now you're an assignment.

Toby

Toby is also pretty delusional, but much of his delusion comes from a need for self-preservation. It's his self-defense mechanism.

He is highly defensive and almost immediately tries to drop you.

He feels he doesn't have the security or time to risk being with someone potentially dangerous and he probably feels incredibly guilty for being soft for you.

Though he doesn't remember much of his years of abuse, his body does and does everything it can to stop him from getting backstabbed again.

Proxy marks don't just show up one morning, so even if you weren't a spy he'd be convinced you're a huge liar. You'd have to know you're a proxy. You're just a test sent by his boss at best.

Hoodie

Probably the least bothered, although he definitely is shifty towards you.

He keeps going along with your relationship, but probably more for the sake of himself than for you.

He doesn't like to admit it, but he's attached to you. I think he's pretty jaded and isn't bothered by the idea of you backstabbing him. He's played this sort of game before and now he couldn't care less. He just wants to enjoy the ride while he's here.

I imagine him to be a rather narcissistic person, so if there are any bad intentions, he has no problem pushing you aside. He sees no loss in this relationship. Either he hangs around and it's all good or it isn't and he cherishes the time he had before.

He accepts that his way of thinking is kinda fucked up, but he doesn't realize that it causes him to unconsciously be "held back" in relationships.

Don't be surprised if it feels like he's giving you his all in the relationship, but is lacking something genuine.

[xviistrings]

if you had to punt exactly one playable persona character into the sun, who would it be and why?

i have to pick just one? aww...

well, i classify my urge to punt someone as how much i hate and despise and fucking loathe them. but my reasoning behind hating a character is based on multiple factors;

do they have/learn good skills/abilities?

are they well written in the story?

are they well written in their social link?

writing aside, do i like them as a person?

now, the only games i have played out of the persona series are 4 & 5(NOT ROYAL). i read the p1 manga and am only watching playthroughs of the game, so i am not at all in any place to cast judgement on those guys, nor do one of those factors even apply to them... so that already narrows it down a whole bunch. i would never punt a single p1 character. they're all great (except maybe kei just for the 4th one) (but he's great. i love him. i think about him and get sad)

and i'm also eliminating the protagonists for obvious reasons, so we've already disqualified 11 characters. and with that out of the way, we can officially begin...

PERSONA'S PERILOUS PLAY OF PUNTING POTENTIAL!!!! (contains spoilers)

every character will be able to score out of 3 in each factor, and the one with the least amount of points wins the game as the Most Puntable. it's kind of like golf, which is funny, because i also want to punt golf players into the sun.

our first contestant is YOSUKE HANAMURAAAA

now, i was going to grab a fun little image of him to provide this post with visuals but i always forget that 90% of his search results on google are. uh. hm.

well, this is our situation. can i give him a pity point for that?

for number one, i can say...... 3/3. he was ALWAYS on my team during the whole game and i built him up well. like i was raising a son... sniffle... they grow up so fast...

i have to admit, it was a little annoying when he kept missing crits on the golden hand but is that his fault? no-hohohoooooo, it's merely a turn of fate... (and his fault. fuckyouyosukefuckyoufuckyougaaaah)

for number 2, i rate it 2. he's an ooooookay character in the main story, a lot of his harassment of the girls and kanji really tick me off and there's literally no good explanation as for why he does that other than just being an asshole, but. i guess being an asshole is just part of his personality.........?

EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT THERE SHOULD BE GREATER CONSEQUENCES FOR HIS ACTIONS BECAUSE COMMUNICATING THE IDEA THAT BAD PEOPLE GET OFF SCOT-FREE IS TERRIBLE FOR A NUMBER OF REASONS. i don't give 2 shits about fanservice as a whole (in regards to harassing the girls, not the homophobia, that's just annoying) but can we stop making the grounds for it being sexual harassment

number 3 gets a 3! his social link is AMAZING and i CRIED and hes GAY and LOVES HIS FRIENDS!!!!!! if i wanted to do a character analysis on him then i would write a different post, but this is me trying to figure out who i would punt into the sun. so. moving on

number 4......... 1/3. for the previous points in number 2, he is an absolute dickhead and no amount of people-pleasing habits and homoerotic chemistry will make me like him. every person who is mean to him is right.

oh boy, just yosuke's section was reaaaaaaaaaally long... i'll try and shorten it for you, okay?

up next is chie satonaka, my personal favourite persona 4 girl if that sets the baseline for anything.

look at her :] she's so silly :]

for number one, i'm sadly going to have to rate her below 3... like. 1.5? is that allowed? i'll say it is.

she's the party member equivalent of a burner phone. unlike yosuke who's by my side forever and ever, chie is only good until teddie gets a persona and then she's so publicly humiliated that she accidentally misses every single hit. galactic punt YOURSELF MOTHERFUUUUUUUUUCK

number 2, 3/3. no explanation needed, literally just her shadow boss fight and the beauty pageant and her friendship with yukiko and her everything.

number 3... also 3/3. a lot of people give her flack for deciding she wants to be a cop, which i get because acab fuck yeah, but where adachi is a cop just to get attention and a gun, she actually intends to protect people. chie learns to help herself so she can help others... augh... AUGH CHIE I LOVE YOUUUUUU

ahem. number 4, 2/3. she's definitely a sweetheart and she seems fun to be around but i have to admit she's definitely a little annoying sometimes.

and now it's time for chie's bestest friend ever, yukiko amagi!!

she gets a pity point for being a lesbian... not just a lesbian but one having a crush on a straight girl. we've all been there hunny bun. let's watch romcoms and eat ice cream together while crying ok?

number 1..... 3/3 fuck yeah my main healer always coming in clutch!!! after a certain point she stops being the main fire user and the player is supposed to take that role but then she has KICKASS HEALING ABILITIES!! support characters are always my favourites (which might foreshadow my rating for haru.......)

1/3 for number 2. that might sound harsh, but! but but but!

they kind of sucked the life out of her after her dungeon. the only real defining personality traits she has are in her social link, which is unfortunate because so many people hate it!

i don't hate yukiko. never

3 gets a 3. it's a good story actually, and like i said it helps me see yukiko as. like. a person. and a lot of people say it's bad writing that her story ends with her deciding she wants to manage the inn, but let me put a lot of emphasis on 'deciding'. she chose that path for herself after being told she was allowed to do what she likes, and y'know what? i don't think that's bad!

nobody likes being forced to do something. i know i struggled a lot with doing homework because i always felt trapped in those deadlines and expectations, but i didn't just give up on school. improving my grades was my own choice, and i realized that i had potential to change myself despite my situation and succeed! that's what yukiko's social link is about. not giving in to other people's expectations, but thriving in the environment you're given...

i just said i wanted to shorten everything and now i'm ranting. always number 4 is a 3/3 she's literally just a girl and her laughing thing is cute idgaf.

KANJI TATSUMIIIIIIIII

subtracting a point for those shoes. get out.

number 1 is a 2/3. he was cool, but nobody ever compares to yosuke. i mainly used him for his physical skills rather than magic because yu took that role very easily, and when paired with teddie or yukiko he's just a boss. but he's not my favourite party member in the world

number 2, i'll be blunt, 1/3. WHAT THE FUCK DID THEY DO TO YOU MAN. we all saw how yosuke and everyone else and the whole damn story treated him. we all saw the line where he asked naoto to be femme so they could "make him a man". shut the fuck upppppp

number 3 is his saving grace. i know some people don't like that they never elaborated on the sexuality thing (or the... sexism..??) and i get that, having a character who's canonically mspec but only vaguely mentions it once and never again is really annoying and a half-assed attempt at representation. though i interpret his reconciliation with his sewing hobby, an aspect of him that everyone thinks is unmanly and should be shamed, as a metaphor for his own sexuality. similar to daisuke and soccer being a stand-in for his anxiety around romance and girls. in that case, it's a 3/3.

(plus there's the line "it's so cute it'll give you diabetes" and... kanji... *facepalm*)

number 4. he's cutie. a little weird, but cutie. 2/3

and now, a girl who needs no introduction.

god my feelings for her are as mixed as my auntie's desert lasagna. ("let's mix it up," she says...)

i don't have anything against the navigators. they're pretty good. i say 3/3.

however i hate rise's writing. -4/3. negative numbers are cheating? I DON'T CARE!!

her dungeon is a STRONG start to her character, like with everyone else. i love rise reconciling with the fact that there is no "real me" and everyone has different sides of themselves that they need to make it through life... and the fact that it ties in with teddie's conflict of feeling hollow, like an alien or an impostor only pretending to be alive........ oh my god! hiiiiii!!!!! love it!

and then rise's main bit in the story is crushing on the protagonist.......... sigh.

i really really REALLY hate that about her actually. i really hate forced romances. and before you go calling me a hypocrite for liking souyo and not yurise even though souyo has the exact same amount of flirty moments between them, that's because those two are really subtle with each other and have a really good initial friendship to back it up and also ties in with their actual personalities.......???? (we can debate forever and ever if yu has a personality but i say he does. he's consistently portrayed in other adaptations and spinoffs. he's got so much in common with yosuke)

but rise just kind of sees yu and goes "hey handsome. killing shadows all by yourself?" and it's like eeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh.... 90% of the time she's on screen it's to flirt with yu and the other 10% is serious moments or when she's with anyone but yu. there's no moments where she gets to be casual and friendly with HIM, where we get to see DEPTH to their relationship, it's just purely flirting. and i hate that. so much. is this a one-night stand? no? then give me some actual fucking chemistry

and i feel like all of that smushing-dolls-together time takes away from a lot of genuine scenes with rise where she....... yk.... shows off her personality?

the hot springs and the trip to tatsumi port island are held dearly in my heart because rise DOES SHIT. she's silly and goofy and playful and maybe she says some stuff that's a little perverted but it's not to the yosuke degree. i like the idea that rise flirts with ALL of her friends, not just yu; it makes her feel like she's really part of the friend group, which is the investigation team's strongest suit.

rise and yukiko both have any personality ripped from them in favour of dumb bits that aren't even funny and that post of mine analyzing their dynamic during the school field trip is so everything guys they're so great as a duo i need to see more of them pleapelpslepalpelspes.......

...whoops. i ranted.

number 3 gets a 2/3. it's kind of just a rehash of what she learned in the main story, which is fine, but not ideal.

rise as a person is 3/3. absolute silliness all around. love her

KUMA KUMA KUMAAAAA

look at this fucking guy. ridiculous. i hate him. he's so annoying and dumb and he sucks

3/3 on party member he's totally goated

3/3 on main story he makes me feel the whole spectrum of emotions and then some

his social link is automated so technically thats a 3/3 too

3/3 person he might be an annoying little shit but i have 2 younger cousins. i understand yosuke. it's endearing to me

teddie is peak. i would never punt him.

now............to.

entirely honest, i'm on my second persona 4 playthrough to complete the social links i never finished and... naoto is one of those. so i will be unable to determine the rating for one of the factors. but luckily i'm not shit at math so it'll work out in the end

for 1...... honestly they're a good party member as well, but because i didn't get very far in their social link, i didn't unlock that ability where she's able to withstand a deadly blow meaning he would just be constantly dying. like. constantly.

but that's kind of the only thing i like about naoto. i have to rate their main storyline a 1/3. it's absolutely shit and the gender plottwist (ughh) is so badly done. i'm personally thinking up a rewrite for his character because i think they were onto something with the message about misogyny in the workplace but she's so SHITTILY executed that it's just muddied

naoto as a person is..... ok. 2/3. i don't find many things about her that exceptional or fun. i don't think about them often. if this were my rewrite of him it'd be waaaay deep down in the negatives because they are an ASSHOLE but i love them way more :3

and next is ryu.............uh........ actually, this is way too long. much too long than you probably anticipated... um... maybe i'll cut it short, make a part 2 later.

until next time........ on PERSONA'S PERILOUS PLAY OF PUNTING POTENTIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!

[voiceofsword]

do you have any brotps/friendships for rinne or niki ( since they seem to be like . the ones you think about most ) that you particularly like ? aside from the other bees ofc

YEAH!! under a read more bc its a little long :'3

roommates are a given, i think hikari dorm is perfectly balanced (chaotic) in its own way and that even tho the 3 of them are so different they also manage to get along really well. i cant take them seriously at all and i think thats part of their charm lol. they're all such Characters individually that together it just feels Normal. i can imagine the three of them sitting around the bathtub, kanata splashing around while hiyori paints his own nails and rinne gossips. its like if the golden girls were anime boys but theres 3 instead of 4 and none of them are divorced or widowed. so really nothing like the golden girls but im sure u understand...maybe

nihihi dorm is actually tied for my fave with gender dorm god i love them a ton, i think in part because i love nikis relationship with hiiro and how hes adopted him as his own younger brother, but also hinata. i think about niki cooking for them and having them try new dishes and them having movie nights or staying up all night playing games and even tho niki has work the next morning hes like (exaggerated sigh) fine ONE more game...but he loves it

i love both rinne and niki (and crazybs in general honestly) doting relationship on 2wink and im so happy they keep getting collabs .. in case they decide to give us more crumbs... plz. they feel like younger siblings to them. rinne especially makes me so soft because past his initial impression of being a bad influence and generally just pushing his luck on how much he can tease, it always feels like hes looking out for the two

otherwise i also rly enjoy how they both interact within their own circle (i feel like ive been wanting a nikis kitchen tour for the past 2000 years. i hope we get framed picture of izumi in one of the 3*s).

i rly like how rinne gets along with his kouhai both in asobi and craftmonster bc of the attitude he takes on, ive mentioned it in another post but w/ the former especially he rly just allows himself to be playful so much so that it almost takes the kids off-guard bc theyre like what..hes not as scary as we thought he'd be at all. i think the best rinne friendships are the ones where they set those prejudices aside and dont take him seriously at all lol bc that's when he rly starts to feel comfortable. this grown ass man running around playing games and doing arts n crafts with a bunch of 15-17 y/os (and shu i guess) is a funny mental image and it rly feels like he can let himself loose. conversely i also love when he's exasperated with his juniors bc then hes like oh right im an adult i need to set an example.. this is about U chill yellow

on the other hand i like how niki interacts with ppl a lot more "serious" than him i.e ibara, natsume bc he tends to like..soften them? ppl cant help but let their guard down around niki hes just.... himself. like even if theyre initially wary they grow to be like "oh wait this guy's really nice what the fuck"

i particularly like nikis kitchen circle bc its ppl you usually wouldnt see interact with niki but u can tell they want to impress him. its so sweet nikis just some guy who wants to share his love for cooking. also thinking about the difference between how ibara would interact with rinne and niki (harsher with rinne bc hes his Boss whereas with niki he's more accommodating, that one gordon ramsey meme thats like u donkey vs oh oh dear) is funny so even if theres not a lot of interactions for them i want to think ibara would let niki get away with just about anything

AND NIKI AND TETORA...IVE ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS A FEW TIMES THOUGH... i have a huge soft spot for them. ritsu too. they get like 2 interactions (sweets hunter story, craftmonsters recent gacha) but ritsus humor is just so DRY and u can see niki be like (cogs turning in his head) Whar? its really silly ALSO HE CALLS HIM NIKIPYON....IS THAT NOT PERFECT... i need them to be friends

i like niki and mayois friendship, but its admittedly not my favorite; i like how niki feels like he can trust mayoi implicitly and how he tries to make him comfortable too — i think theyre both quite similar irt self image/esteem although they both go about it in different ways. their interactions can be sweet but one thing that stops me from enjoying them fully is how mayoi always seems kind of uncomfortable (and niki seems unaware of how/why he's uncomfortable) ;_; i hope that in the future the writers can let mayoi be more at peace around him, it'd be sweet!!

and atp i feel like ive talked enough about hiiro and rinne for it to not warrant having its own little ramble section here 😭

[hazbinned]

@harteatiing - continued from here!

Angel Dust wasn't always the most in-tune with his own emotions. He could figure out when he was feeling sad, happy, or angry, sure, as well as a plethora of other things, but there were moments (like these) where he was particularly volatile without knowing why. Frustration, probably-- building and building throughout the course of the day (or week), only to come bubbling out in the form of a sharp tongue, irritable stares, and comments that made little to no sense unless you thought about them in depth.

It seemed like Alastor was ready to brave the sea. Surprising! And... frightening, somehow? Angel had been so ready to run his mouth before, blabbing on and on about how Alastor was supposedly doing 'so well' in 'life' while he, on the other hand, was not— but that was all flipped on its side when the Radio Demon decided to approach the conversation with (seemingly) genuine curiosity.

Maybe even some strange desire to help.

Angel nursed his own drink, mismatched eyes heavy with eyeshadow-dusted lids as they flitted away from Alastor. The spider ran a finger around the rim of his cup, and then set it down, arms moving to cross over his chest.

Tightly.

"You want th' honest answer? I see guys like you, doin' fuck-all, smilin' and singin' and..." He lowered an eyebrow. "... I dunno, treatin' everythin' like it's some kind'a game, and I get that envy goin', ya know?"

He didn't know Alastor that well, all things considered. He knew that the Radio Demon was one of the most superficial people in the hotel aside from himself, and that the smile was ever-present in spite of the stag's current bout of emotions. He didn't know why a powerful Overlord like this would willingly work as a lowly hotelier, nor was he too keen on hunting for the answers. In short, though, Angel was able to recognize that, maybe, it wasn't all good for Alastor. It couldn't be.

It was Hell.

But he did know what he saw. The guy was super energetic, his boss was Charlie (THE nicest person Angel had ever met, living OR dead), and he seemed to be thriving and in control the majority of the time that Angel was around him.

Was it so selfish of Angel to be jealous of someone like that?

He snapped his head back up, gold tooth glinting under the dim barlights. The way his hair hung in front of his face, he almost looked crazed.

"You all seem like you're doin' so well compared ta me. I ain't sayin' I want somethin' bad ta happen ta ya or anyone, but... I'm sick of it, Al! It should be me! I don't know what I did in life that's so much worse than all a' you, ta get me livin' like this while you're all..."

Angel cut himself short, gritted his teeth, and clawed at his hair, elbows pressing down on the bartop.

Maybe Alastor wasn't the right person for this.

"Fuck it. Neva'mind."

[nottoofondofgaypeople]

hi hello figured i should send mcd asks to your mcd blog

anyway what’s something in canon that your changing? can be important or not im just curious about your rewrite

Thank you so much for the ask! I literally don't get anything done with this rewrite if people don't ask me about it.

Editors note: I think I missed posting on Tumblr because this post got away from me in the span of five minutes of writing...

I've been having a lot of thoughts about changing canon recently, some that I'm not super solid on. I know I want to change Aaron's death, but I'm not sure how. And I know for a fact I want to change Tu'la pretty drastically, but it's hard to do so with the current cast because so few of them would ever be really connected to it. Those are ideas I'm work shopping right now.

The one thing in canon I know I want to change is Garroth's betrayal. Because Lilian is an illusionist. So like... She could have knocked out Laurance and stole the amulet while disguised as Garroth. And then used the mask she had already used on him to mind control him away from the battlefield and to Zane while she did this.

This means that Laurance thinks Garroth betrayed them just in time for the mind control to properly set in and Garroth can actually betray them. And Lilian plotted all of this out. That's another thing, I'm fleshing out Lilian A LOT because even if she's a barely present character, I find her incredibly fascinating. She's 100% a girl boss and absolutely Zane's favorite that isn't Janus.

I like the idea of Lilian and Zane working together on more things than any other member of the Jury though. She's his most trusted confidant. Because I did something evil. I always thought that Lily, Aaron's dead wife, and Lilian looked similar and had similar names. Suspiciously similar.

Let's be honest, Zane is a petty malicious bastard, he absolutely would have a member of his jury willing to give up their identity to him take on the appearance of one of his victims. Just to taunt another. Man what was I on about with Gene as Arthis, Zane is clearly Arthis Menathil, but his Sylvannas is a man?? Unless Lilian is Sylvannas?? Or wait would it be Kiki?! I should stop going down this path, thinking about WoW only causes trouble.

Hey random aside, Lilian is totally trans, and she's used magic to transition fully. Zane helped her with all of this when she first joined the Jury and confessed to being born in the wrong body. That's all!

Anyways what I was trying to say is that Zane basically asked Lilian to take on the appearance of Lily when she pledged her loyalty to him. She had a different name. It's never clear if she remembers who she was or not, because her life seemingly started when she joined the Jury. Even if Janus is stronger and therefore better at enacting Zane's violence for him, Lilian is the most loyal member of the Jury. Zane knows that he can always rely on her.

And y'know what?? I'm gonna say it. Maybe they were a little in love. There. I said it. Fuck it, I'm gonna make Zane break from canon by expressing a genuine moment of vulnerability when he sees Lilian die because he cared about her. That sort of loyalty may be a tool he uses, but he also just cares about Lilian. How can he not when she's so devoted to him and so genuinely kind? She actually loves Zane, sort of, in a bad way, and he actually loves her, sort of, in a bad way.

Did I just imply that the inner most rankings of the Jury of Nine are actually just Zane's Polycule?? Y'know I can't even be surprised a post that was supposed to be about Garroth somehow turned into a new villain polycule, but I'm still a little amazed I managed to do that...

TLDR: Garroth gets mind controlled, Laurance gets played like a fiddle, and Lilian is a slaytastic girl boss that will surely be missed.

[simplepotatofarmer]

Hi. Sorry. Anon is deranged.

Beast is not "a kind man" his "philanthropy" is ENTIRELY for content and can frequently cause more problems for the people he "helps" than not. Moreover literally all his content in this and most other senses, many of his collabs, etc are things wherein he is getting other people to do the work for him

MULTIPLE creators have had bad experiences with him in terms of his completely disrespecting them and disregarding their safety, comfort, and wishes, most infamous being the way he set up the duel to happen (Techno having much more at stake, not really wanting to do it but being put in a situation where he couldn't really turn it down, trying to hype Dream and Techno against each other) and more recently (actually a few months ago but still) stuff like creators getting suddenly called to participate in shoots Tomorrow and poorly arranging transportation etc. This is not surprising because Mr Beast is a *boss*

He has defended the use of racial and transphobic slurs, he has donated to an antiautistic eugenics agency, and the obnoxiousness and insensitivity of his content aside it's possibly harmful to the people he's fucking using in it it is exploitation – exploitation of the poor his "charity" provides with extravagance they can't pay tax returns on, exploitation of the creators he has repeatedly been shown and alleged to strongarm into his videos and mistreat and disrespect the time of and use his social currency to make it harder to refuse ir criticize him, and yeah, plain and simple capitalist exploitation of his production teams. To boot, his content is founded on the principle of just plain how much money he has rather than anything else. He is a bigot and a businessman whose only claim to fame is really just Being Fucking Rich and I do not know why he is just treated as okay to fucking have around. Well I do it's because of aforesaid social currency. But

Like you cannot fucking fall for his publicity stunts anon I'm sorry. This is COMMON tons of the rich and powerful donate to charity specifically to create these kinds of attitudes that you're holding now. Throwing money at a charity is a good act, yes, but a good act does not a good person make, and with his repeated flirting with (to put it lightly) bigotry and the way people who work with him repeatedly talk about how he uses ppl the way he does . While I am not privy to the calculus going on in ccs' brains ofc and I cannot tell them what decisions to make or why I can, in fact, fucking hate Mr Beast for an extremely deserved rap sheet

YEAH.

see, this is what i was trying to say but i was honestly being too nice about it because i can see why people fall for it, society drills it into our heads that charity is the end all mark of a Good Person and mr. beast's content is especially like.... i don't know. pinely's video explains it pretty well.

but everything surrounding him makes me unhappy and i don't really fault the other cc's because it feels like there's a ton of pressure there and jimmy mr beast has a weird entitlement to people, like. telling people they should move, even as a joke, just rubs me the wrong way.

anyway, thank you for voicing my thoughts without the 'try not to make people upset and be nice' filter.