#i should just go to bed and shut the fuck up

[sukunasbow]

choso kamo, eren yeager, jean kirstein, jayce talis, katsuki bakugou, rintarō suna, satoru gojo, tetsurō kuroo, theodore nott, viktor, + anyone you want.

ib: the lovely @fawnrowe

cw cnc! read at your own discretion.

thinking about consensual drugging with your boyfriend.

you were at his house for the halloween party he was hosting with all your friends. before the party started, as the two of you were getting all dressed up in your costumes, he suggested the idea and you ended up agreeing.

so, later that night, while everyone was partying and drinking, he pulled you to the side and gave you a bottle of water that he spiked with a white powder, just enough of the drug to keep you asleep for a few hours after you drank it.

fast forward to now, his arm around your body as you wobbly walk up the stairs while he leads you to his bedroom. “careful, baby.” his voice is so gentle and soft compared to what he’s about to do to you. “here.” he pushes open the bedroom door. you wince at the bright lights when he flips the switch.

“mm’ so tired.” you yawn, having to stop your eyes from completely closing while you’re standing up.

“i know, shh, shh. you’ll sleep soon.” he kisses the side of your forehead before bringing you to the side of his bed, carefully placing you down on the soft mattress. “you can sleep now.” he breathes out, tracing a finger along your jawline as your eyes flutter shut.

moments later, he’s climbing onto the bed and spreading your legs apart as you let out quiet snores. he reaches to the side and grabs his phone off the nightstand, then unlocking it and opening the camera app. he presses the red button and aims the phone at you, making sure he is able to record everything he’s about to do to you.

with one hand holding the phone, he focuses the video on your spread legs, exposing your lace panties to the camera. “such a slut, hm?” he coos, just loud enough for the video to pick up his voice. “look how pretty she is, baby.” he slowly drags his free hand up one of your thighs and pulls the fabric of your panties to the side, exposing your bare pussy. he moves the phone angle, giving the camera a perfect view of the lower half of your body. “you’re asleep and she’s still dripping…” his tone is mocking, “filthy girl, probably dreaming of this happening.” your boyfriend brings his hand to his mouth, spitting on two of his fingers before going back to your cunt, slowly gliding the two fingers along the puffy folds. his lips part, shallow breaths escaping his mouth as he feels his dick getting harder. the mix of your juices and his salvia lets the pads of his fingers easily glide along your clit with circular motions. “so fucking hot.” he mumbles and moves the phone directly in front of your pussy, showing off what he’s doing to your unconscious body. the only sound in his bedroom is the low drum of music from downstairs, and now, the lewd sounds of his fingers spreading your slick around your cunt and creating soft squelching noises.

“she’s so greedy, look at her clenching around nothing.” the man grins, once again aiming the phone camera at your tight hole. he stops moving his fingers, instead admiring the video as your pussy pulses in anticipation from the previous pleasure. “should we give her what she wants? hm?” he talks to you through the video, planning on sending it to you later so you can touch yourself while he’s not around. the idea of you getting off on this situation just makes him feel even more hot and bothered, to the point that he starts subtly humping into the bed, soft groans escaping him. while he grinds his hips down, he moves his face closer to your bare pussy, darting his tongue out and delving into your wet hole, starting to tongue fuck you. he moans into you as he devours your pussy, his other hand’s grip on the phone getting slightly shaky, yet he still gives the camera a glance at him eating you out, his jaw flexing with every movement of his tongue. a few thrusts later and your involuntary orgasm washes over your body, your cum spilling out of your cunt and onto his tongue, coating his lower lip with your juices. “so messy..” he turns his head slightly and grins at the phone camera, making sure you can see his face when you climax while watching the video back. “what are we going to do about me though?” he sits up on the bed and wipes his lips with the back of his one free hand, then pointing the camera down at his erection making a tent in the pants of his costume.

he silently gets off the bed, walking towards the nightstand and turning his phone horizontally before propping it up against a lamp. “gonna fuck you so good you wake up seeing stars.” he glances at the phone camera, directly addressing it. your boyfriend walks back to the bed, once again climbing onto it and, this time, hovering over you, caging your upper body down and between his arms. “so pretty.” he leans down to your face and softly pecks your lips, “i’ll take care of you, baby, don’t worry.”

with a few pumps of his hands to his dick, he’s ready for you again, slowly sliding himself inside of your wet pussy. “oh shit.” his eyes flutter shut, “never gonna get used to this, your pussy feels so good.” he carefully thrusts back out of you, then starts picking up the pace, the base of his dick hitting the sweet spot of your pussy with every movement, taking him to the hilt. “taking me so good, yeah, yeah.” he moans out, “fucking take it, slut.” he looks down at your pussy, watching the way you swallow him whole with every buck of his hips, “yeahhh, atta’ girl.” leaning closer to you, he moves his mouth near your tits, his lips grazing against one of your nipples. “so perfect.” he gently bites on the nipple, then swirling his tongue around it. “you’re perfect.” he repeats himself as he sucks on your nipple, then starting to alternate between the two. “gonna cum..shit..” he moves away from your chest, opting to stare down at your peaceful face instead. for a moment he feels disappointed that you aren’t able to actively experience orgasming with him, your usual loud and unfiltered moans not being vocalized, but you just feel so good, and within minutes he’s forgetting his train of thought and spilling his seed inside of you, his dick twitching as his cum stuffs you full. his chest heaves and he groans out, “gonna get you pregnant someday, promise.” he shakily pulls out of you and shuffles closer to your ear, “you’re all mine now, baby, i got you. don’t worry.” he whispers.

[peachycocaine]

namgyu smut..? perchance..?

ABSOLUTELY!! omg i should start writing for other characters too like where is the diversity :/ nam gyus so fine but his character rlly pissed me off but i hope you like the fic!!

Whine n' dine

Pairings: namgyu x fem!reader

Tw: oral (f receiving), language. 18+ minors dni.

During the second game; six legged pentathlon, you had formed alliances with thanos and his group. Solely because there were no other people that took you in, all of them told you off because you were a woman. After the game you started hanging around them more and stuck with them. They were a bunch of pussies who needed to pop pills just to overcome the fear. You knew they'd carry you throughout all the games and thats why you relied on them. Though you hated how they treated the people around them you had to stick with them, for your own safety. Thanos would just be in his own world whereas nam gyu would be occupied being a lap dog for thanos and manipulating min su into voting O. You noticed nam gyus behaviour towards you though, he was always so mean to you but he still kept you close at all times. Everytime you'd go wandering off, he'd follow you around, brushing it off with a "just making sure you don't get lose around here dumbass."

He claimed the bed right next to yours as his, always sleeping on his side facing you. You didn't think much of it, thinking he was just keeping an eye on each move of yours so he's sure you dont betray them. At times you'd hear thanos taunting nam gyu by your name and nam gyu always getting flustered and elbowing thanos when he notices you heard him. He's tried to feed you one of those weird pills they take but you'd always refuse and so would thanos. Thanos always said "dude i don't got enough for the 3 of us!" of course he wasn't willing to share his coping mechanism. You found yourself hanging out around min su more than any other person from the group cause he was the sanest one there. You'd notice nam gyu shooting glares to min su everytime you were talking to him. And of course, min su would cower under his presence. When you continued clinging to min su, you noticed nam gyu acting meaner to min su, always tormenting him whenever he was given the chance to. Everytime you stuck up for him, he'd glare at you without saying a word, which was weird because when you first met, he cussed you out every hour of the day.

After the third game, you decided you were going to vote X. The money had gone up and it was enough to pay off your debts. Yes, it was selfish of you as other people still needed more to pay off theirs, but they were also somewhat selfish for willing to risk the lives of other people who still had so much to live for. You saw thanos and nam gyu eagerly trying to convince min su into voting O. You noticed how pushy nam gyu was being but you didn't bother interfering. You walked up to the voting box, and pressed the button X. Ripping off your bloody O patch and replacing it with the X. The X team cheered as it was now coming to a tie. You saw nam gyu from the O crowd staring you down, you just looked the other way.

It was meal time and you sat down on your bunk on the X side, finishing up your meal as nam gyu came stomped towards you. He hovered over you with a disdained look on his face "you're one selfish bitch you know that? Running away now that you have enough money to pay off your debt." He said through gritted teeth. You just narrowed your eyes at him "and? People like you are the reason so many people are dying in here" you scoffed. "So what? Theyre roaches, why pussy out now? Even if they do get out, some of them would still be in debt. It doesn't change a thing." His words dripped with fury, his temper tipping to the brink. You glared at him before getting up "shut the fuck up and go sit down somewhere" you mumbled under your breath before heading to the bathroom.

Lights out was in 30 seconds, you started setting your bed, dusting off the pillows and blankets. After the lights went off, you got into bed and pulled the blanket over you. You tossed and turned, trying to sleep as horrific memories flooded your head, the way people screamed and ran and begged for their lifes before getting put out their misery haunted you. The faces, the bodies, the blood on the ground knowing you could end up as one of them if the O team wins to vote tomorrow. Your eyes got heavier as your thoughts started getting blurry, you were drifting off to sleep before you felt someone standing behind you. Your body tensed as you tried to gather the courage to turn around, and when you finally did you saw nam gyu standing infront of you. You sat up and looked around, you'd be lying if you said you weren't scared to death right now. The red light illuminated his face, giving you a clear vision of his bitter expression. "What the fuck do you want?" You whsipered loud enough for him to hear. "I want to make you change your mind, princess." He said as he kneeled down to your level.

Your body reacted weirdly to the nickname, your panties getting uncomfortably sticky to your core. "W-what?! What're you doin-" you were cut off as he covered your mouth with his. Devouring your mouth, the kiss was fueled with hunger. His tongue invaded your mouth and for some reason, you couldn't help but kiss back. He pulled away chuckling before crawling onto your bed. He pushed you against the pillow as he began kissing you again, his body pressed against yours. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him in closer if it was even possible. He pulled away, his eyes filled with lust as he began kissing down your neck. Biting and nipping at the soft skin, leaving evident marks. He sunk his teeth into the tender skin of your neck, making you wince. You tugged at his long black hair, tilting your head in an angle that gave him better access to your neck. You hated yourself for craving more.

He pulled away, licking his lips "spread." He said in a demanding tone. Your spread your legs wide as he lowered himself, his mouth leveled to your crotch. He smirked as he pulled down your pants, watching you suck air in through your teeth as the cold air hit your naked pussy. He wasted no time diving in, making out with your needy wet cunt hungrily. His tongue flicked at your sensitive clit, gaining a whimper from you. You tried supressing the continuous moans that were pulled out of you by slapping a hand over your mouth. He ran his tongue up and down your slit before shoving his tongue into your folds, his nose nudging your clit. You grabbed a fistful of his hair, your muffled moans filling the air as he ate you out like a man starved since the dinosaurs. He grabbed your thighs as they were closing in on him, trapping his head between your legs. He kept licking and sucking at your clit eating you out like a full course meal until you could feel yourself getting closer. " 'm gonna cum!" You almost screamed and you felt him grin against your pussy. He started eating you out faster and harder, eager to make you cum. After a few flicks, you came undone on his tongue. Your body twitched and shook as you panted. He lapped at all your juices before getting up and wiping his mouth with his sleeve. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips as he admired your shaking form.

"You know how to thank me doll, vote O tomorrow, got it?"

[decaffeinatedcandycane]

Continuation.... (stalkers!taskforce 141 x reader)

Incorrect quotes.... Let's goo!!!!

Warning: It does get NSFW

*loud arguing from inside the walls*

Y/N yelling from the couch: Can I get a waffle?

*silence*

Y/N: Can I please get a waffle?

*silence*

Y/N: That's what I though.... Suckers.

.................

Y/N: Helloooo

Ghost: It's 4am. Shut the fuck up or we are shutting down the WiFi.

*silence*

Ghost: Finally.

*le several minutes later*

Y/N leaning close to Ghost's ear: Herroooo

Ghost falling of the bed: Fucking 'ell!! It's illegal for you to be this QUIET!!!!

Soap rushing in the room: Simon wh- Y/N!!! How did you get in here? This fortress.. is impenetrable?

Y/N: Door was unlocked

Ghost: Son of a bitch

..............

Price: Okay kid.... I'm gonna put this bag over your head, now. Don't struggle.

Y/N: Why?

Price: So you don't see where we are taking you.

Y/N: is it.... somewhere....in my own house?

Price: Well-

Y/N: In the same house I constantly bust you in?

Price:

Y/N: This house?

Price, impatient: Yes, this house. Now, put this on.

Y/N: Can't.

Price, irritated: Why not.

Y/N, quietly: Tied up.

Price: Right.

Y/N: It's not gonna last you know.... It's not that big of a house. I will find you again.

Soap: Shouldn't WE say that.

Gaz: I feel threatened.

Ghost: We made renovations.

Price: Don't tell her that.

Y/N: So you made extra space.

Price: Maybe...

Y/N: ....And didn't fix the leaking roof.

*silence*

Soap chiming in: I dug holes under the house for the water.

Y/N: You did WHAT?!

Price: Shit. Don't trash around... My duck tape!!!

.........

Price fixing the holes from under the house: Kid, listen. I am sorry for my sergent.

Y/N: Man with your cake shouldn't call me "kid".

Price: My what?

Y/N: I have too many spicy thoughts to consider you a father figure.

Price: Not sure I want to understand that.

Y/N: I unfrathered you soon after our first meeting.

Price: Please, stop.

*silence*

*Price reaching toward his shirt*

Y/N: No, keep your shirt off.

Price:

Y/N: Yeah...Flex them muscles.

Price, frantically looking around: What? Where are you?

Y/N: Don't worry about it.

Price spotting a small camera: Did you put surveillance on us.

Y/N: Shhh.... Keep working bby girl. Do your thing.

Price: Don't call me that!

.......

Y/N: It's a crime I am being stalked but nothing more.

*silence*

Y/N: I said-

Ghost: We heard what you said. We can hear everything you are saying.

Y/N: So?

Ghost: What do you want more? Torture?

Y/N, mischievously: I will send you some clips.

Ghost: Our network is secured. You can't just-

*ding*

Ghost: Okay... Not happy about that.

*ding* *ding*

Ghost: I got it.

*ding* *ding* *ding* *ding*

Ghost: Captain!

Price: Yeah. I got it. Opening now.

Price: Oh my-

Ghost: We are NOT doing that!!!

Gaz: This is deranged.

Soap, stripping: Guess I will take one for the team.

Soap, yelling: Hey lass. If I do that, ya need to put on a helmet.

Price: Don't even think about it!

...........

Soap: It's a very quiet evening.

*silence*

Soap: I will fix the roof in the morning.

*silence*

Soap: Will you just talk to me?

*silence*

Soap, activating his puppy eyes: Your silence is killing me.

*silence*

Soap, angrily: Fine. Be like that. I don't care!

*from another room*

Ghost: Should we tell him, he is talking to a decoy doll for the past 20 minutes?

Price: Nah, let him be. Where is Y/N anyway?

Ghost: Shop? I think.

Price: You think?

Ghost: That's what I've heard.

Price, suspicious: Didn't Kyle say he was going shopping?

Ghost: Yeah.

Price:

Ghost:

Price: Fuck.

..........

*Gaz leisurely stretching on the couch*

Y/N: One down! Three more to go!

*on the other side of the house*

Ghost: Captain! The sergent is down.

Price: Shit. Y/N you will pay for this.

*Gaz laughing cause he can hear them through his ear piece*

Soap, stripping: I will avenge you.

Price: Mactavish! I said no!

...........

*in bed*

Y/N: Wasn't that bad, huh.

Price taking a deep drag from his cigar: Never said it was, doll.

Y/N, scrabbling something in a notebook and whispering: One more to go!

Price: Why one more?

Y/N: Mactavish ambushed me as soon as you feel asleep.

Price, laughing: God dammit.

Price wrapping his arms tightly around Y/N: Now we are never gonna leave... You know that, right? *planting a little kiss on Y/N forehead*

Y/N: I am counting on that.

.........

Y/N, dramatically: You are the last one left. Surrender.

Ghost, tryng not to laugh: Never.

Y/N: There is nowhere to go, Simon.

Ghost: You sure about that?

Y/N: Surrender! Or else.

Ghost: Alright. *drops pants*

Y/N: Shit- How? What do you eat?

Ghost, stretching his arms out: Come 'ere sweetheart.

Y/N, walking backwards toward the door: I think I forgot the bathroom oven opened.

Ghost, walking towards her: No, no. Come 'ere and take what you bargained for.

..........

That's it!

[intothedysphoria]

Do you think if Billy came back to life, Steve and the party would be overprotective of him? Or wary?

The Wheeler kid wouldn’t leave him the fuck alone.

Apparently he was being “monitored”, in that fourteen year old way of “I’m going to stare at you until you justify the conclusion I’ve already reached.” Christ he wasn’t drunk enough for this.

If he’d ever be allowed alcohol again from where he was, lying on a hospital bed with complete mobility loss in both legs.

Billy finally decided to look up and there was three of them.

The wheeler kid, staring at his notebook. Harrington’s cousin, the excessively loud one. Lucas, eyeing him with suspicion.

“Just get lost already”

It was all he could force out, wanting to sound threatening but just on the verge of pathetic instead.

They stayed and continued to visit.

It was never the exact same combination and never with Harrington but Billy’s room was constantly full of kids.

Mike seemed to want to use him as a science experiment as did Dustin. They were always ushered quickly out by the nurse who had become accustomed to Billy’s short fuse.

Lucas and Will, Billy wasn’t sure. They could have been sent by fucking Hopper for all Billy knew. He’d never even met the Byers so Will had no need to visit him and the guilt of how he treated Lucas still reared its head regularly, even after apologising. So he really had no reason to be there either.

But they came in with a chessboard one day and asked to play.

So Billy taught two fourteen year olds to play chess while he should have been moving into a college dorm. They were surprisingly good company. Wheeler and Henderson still left something to be desired but they were a fraction more tolerable.

Max showed her face for the first time early in September. There was a dark bruise under her eye that made Billy feel particularly sick. The fucking bastard.

She sat next to his bed and they talked. They talked for hours. Neil was still going to be an issue of course but she was working on it.

It was said with the dark determination of her voice that made Billy pause. Once he got out of that godforsaken hospital, they’d deal with him together. And Neil wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone ever again.

The girl appeared next. The girl Billy remembered but didn’t.

Hoppers daughter. Quiet and very serious for a girl in her early teens. She smiled at Billy and looked so like Max for a second, Billy decided he was going to spend his entire life fighting for her.

Steve didn’t come to see him for months. Almost Christmas really.

A flood of memories came back seeing that face.

Fighting. Apologies. A first date under the stars. A lot of sex. Breaking up.

Being dragged into the cold.

Nothing.

“Sorry”

God the amount of times Billy had wished he could hear that voice again.

“I guess I just couldn’t believe it.”

The old Billy would have shut him out and screamed until his voice left. Drunk the pain away.

But this was the new Billy. The new Billy looked at Steve’s face and saw someone he loved who’d made an honest mistake.

He gestured Steve over and kissed him before he had a chance to make a ridiculous apology.

“You’re fine Harrington. You’re fine.”

[tateypots]

Uncle Tommy's Mistake

18+ MDNI

Pairing: Dark!Joel Miller x f!reader, Dark!Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word count: 3k

A/N: Part 6 of Collared. Same as before, it’s dark so please heed the warnings and skip if it’s not for you.

Look. I don't know what happened here. This is not what I originally planned for this installment. I sat down to write and this is what came out. Less smut than usual (I'm sorry), also I think I may have gaslighted everyone into expecting blowjobs this chapter (and that is what I planned) but these 3 had their own ideas, I don't know what to tell you. Blowjobs for everyone in the next chapter, I promise.

Summary: Tommy's plans for you go awry.

Warnings: Non-Con, dark Joel, dark Tommy, kidnapping, daddy kink, uncle kink, restraints, oral (f!receiving), joint showering, masturbation (m), cum eating, gaslighting, manipulation, orgasm denial, discussion of blowjobs and training. Let me know if I missed any.

Part 5 Series Masterlist

You had to fight back tears as the lock of your collar snapped shut. Joel had insisted on a shower after your nap and now after the brief reprieve the feel of the metal against your neck felt suffocating. Normally you wouldn’t hold back, you’d let the tears flow but you were trying so hard not to ruin the goodwill you had built with him over the last few hours.

He dressed in silence while you sat on the bed hugging your knees watching him, unable to think of anything to say despite your earlier intimacy. When he finished buttoning his flannel he came over to you, tipping your head back with a finger under your chin and planting a kiss on your forehead. You hated how much that one simple action made you melt for him.

“You’ve been a real good girl f’me baby, Uncle Tommy will be in soon, I know you’ll be good for him too.”

Your heart sank at his words. A small piece of you had hoped that once you’d surrendered yourself to Joel that he’d claim you completely, that you wouldn’t have to repeat the same painful process with his brother. You should have known better.

He stared at you intently, waiting for a response so you just swallowed and give a jerky nod. With a smirk he leant in to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, before making his way over to the door. As he shrugged on his coat you plucked up the courage to repeat your question from earlier, “Daddy, what will happen to me when you don’t want me anymore?”

He finished buttoning his coat before responding.

“You just keep being my good girl and you’ll never have to find out.”

______________________________________________________________

Tommy smirked as Joel exited the cabin and stalked over to him.

“I take it from the way I heard her screamin’ earlier that she was a good girl for you?” he asked as a weary Joel draped himself over the fence of the pig pen, a satisfied grin painting his face.

“She was a real good girl, fucked me within an inch of my life.”

Tommy’s cock twitched in his pants as he imagined you doing the same for him. He almost told Joel to take care of the rest of the chores on his own, aching to be inside you again, to feel you come around his cock. He’d missed it so fucking much.

“She’s a bit sore so might have to take it easy for a little while.”

Tommy’s face fell in disappointment before a grin spread across his face. “That mean I can start trainin’ her throat?”

“Go for it brother,” Joel huffed a laugh, “just go easy on her to start with. Been a big day, don’t want to ruin all our progress.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll behave, promise.” Joel raised his eyebrows at him, disbelief written clear all over his face.

Tommy heaved an exasperated sigh. He knew Joel’s doubt was not entirely unfounded, Tommy had not been known for his restraint even before the outbreak. But he planned to take it nice and slow with your training. He wanted you to love sucking his cock, wanted you drooling from both ends for him. He knew that would be hard to achieve if he traumatised you on the first attempt.

“Look, scouts honour ok. I’m gona do this properly, you’ll see, by the time you get your first go she’ll be givin’ the best damn blow jobs you’ve ever had.”

“Interestin’. You seem awful cocky, care to make a bet?”

“What are the terms?”

“Winner gets her to themselves. Full 24 hours.”

“How do I know you’ll play fair? Could just say it wasn’t the best and take her for yourself for the day.”

“Tommy, if I’m able to think clearly enough to hide how much I’m enjoyin’ it, it won’t be the best blowjob of my life. If it is, she’ll suck all the deceitful thoughts right out through my cock, keep me honest.”

Tommy mulled it over for a second, “ok, you’re on. But I get to decide when she’s ready,” he agreed as they shook on it. “Now, tell me all about how it went down in there earlier, I need something to think about while I finish my jobs.”

Joel gave Tommy an edited highlight of your afternoon romp. He left out the part where you squirted on him. If Tommy put in enough effort he’d find out you could do it for himself but part of Joel hoped he would never make that discovery, that it would stay a little secret between the two of you. He didn’t think he had to worry about you spilling the beans to his brother. He’d had to explain to you what had happened when you’d awoken from your nap, still covered in your dried release. The sight of your confused face scrunched up in embarrassment made his possessiveness flare. He loved how innocent you were despite all he’d done to corrupt your body.

He did tell Tommy about how he’d eaten you out in the shower after he’d washed you, about how red and swollen your pussy was after keeping him inside for so long. He left out the part where once you’d come on his tongue he forced you to your knees and told you to hold your tongue out for him to frantically jerk his cum onto. Because although he’d promised Tommy that his cock would be the first in your mouth, he’d been very careful not to promise that Tommy’s cum would be the first you’d taste.

By the time Joel finished Tommy was rock hard, his dick pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans. Joel took pity on him, waving him away from his latest task of splitting logs for the fire.

“Go on inside, you’ve done most of the work today, s’only fair.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, she’s waitin’ on you anyway.”

Gleefully Tommy handed over the axe and scurried towards the cabin, already working on his belt. Once inside he wasted no time stripping off his coat boots and jeans. You were sat hugging your knees again as he stalked over to the bed, wearing only his flannel and boxers. He flopped down on the bed next to you, gently stroking your shin.

“Lay down next to me princess, c’mon,” he sighed, coaxing you onto you side so you were facing him. He gently brushed your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek in his big hand.

“I know todays been a lot princess but you’ve been such a good girl. Your Daddy told me that you and him had a chat and got some things cleared up. You feelin’ better about everythin’ now?”

“A little bit.”

“Been a hard few weeks for you I know princess. Been hard for me too, you know that?”

You wanted to laugh in his face, unsure what suffering he’d had to endure while still getting to use your body to get his rocks off. Usually several times a day. But your self-preservation instinct had kicked in strong and Joel’s thinly veiled threat from earlier was still ringing in your ears. They wanted a good girl and all out of other options at this point you had no choice but to be that for them. So instead you simply shook your head asked, “why?”

He pulled you in closer to him with his arm wrapped around your back so your head was nestled in the crook of his neck.

“Well because I couldn’t hold my princess like this, couldn’t cover her in smooches an’ tell her what a good girl she is, how proud I am of her. Couldn’t make her come, and I wanted to so, so bad.” He gently pushed you away from him and dipped his head to catch your eye.

“Will you let me make it up to you now princess?”

You wondered what he’d do if you said no. If he would skulk back outside and leave you be. Doubtful. Your poor pussy was aching from earlier but you knew it would only make things worse if you didn’t comply. So you nodded and rolled onto your back, spreading your legs wide for him.

“Oh princess, such a good girl.” He knelt between your knees and pouted as he looked down at your spread cunt. “Oh honey she’s all red and puffy.”

“I’m a bit sore,” you told him honestly.

“Yeah darlin’ I bet. But don’ worry I’m not gona fuck you.”

“You’re not?” you asked gently, genuinely confused as to what was happening.

“No princess, you’re hurtin’ and I wouldn’t be makin’ it up to you if I make it worse. Your Daddy told me he tried kissin’ it better earlier, did you like that?”

You honestly didn’t know how to answer that. When Joel had put his mouth on you down there you’d been slightly disgusted. You still were a little. But you had to admit that it had felt nice so you settled on an honest, “it made me come,” which Tommy took as a yes.

“Ok princess, you just lie back and enjoy yourself then, I’m gona make you feel so good.”

To your surprise he didn’t dive straight for your pussy, instead he leaned over you and latched his mouth over your left nipple, teasing the bud with his tongue until it hardened for him, while gently squeezing your other breast in his large hand. After everything you had been deprived of the last few weeks the soft touches felt incredible, you couldn’t stop the small moans that escaped as pangs of arousal radiated through you.

“Mmmmm such beautiful tits,” he murmured as he trailed kisses across your chest, making his way over to your other nipple. “Gona fuck these titties one day princess,” he told you. You had no idea what he meant by that but before the confusion could fully take hold he sucked the peak of your right nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing it ever so slightly. Your mind emptied and your hips bucked towards him, your clit throbbing and begging for friction, overriding the ache in your pussy.

He chuckled into your chest. “Yeah that’s it honey, feelin’ good now ain’t ya?” He chuckled again when he saw you nod your head. He detached himself from your breast and blazed a path of open mouthed kisses down over your belly and hips until he reached your mound. He inhaled deeply making you squirm in embarrassment underneath him. You felt so exposed with his face so close to your pussy but Tommy seemed completely oblivious to your discomfort.

“Mmmmmm you smell so fuckin’ good princess, bet you taste just as sweet,” he groaned as he gently spread your lips with his thumbs.

“Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he said, almost to himself before leaning forward and licking a thick stripe from your hole to your throbbing clit. Your moans reverberate around the room, hands fisting in the sheets as he repeated the action several times.

You cry out and your hips jolt upwards as he wraps his lips around your clit and gently sucks. You’re still sensitive from all the attention you received from Joel and as Tommy’s tongue starts circling and flicking your clit you feel the tension build within you. You don’t hold back the moans that fall from you, you’re lost in the sensations being lavished upon you. Just as you feel the pressure is about to boil over he pulls away, licking and kissing his way down your seam.

“NOOO!” you cry out as tears start to fall. You cannot do this again, the endless torture of denied rapture and you start to sob and chant “no, no, no.”

“Shhhh princess, it’s ok,” he tells your pussy, lightly teasing your entrance with his tongue, entranced by the look, smell and taste of you. “Don’t worry honey, I’ve got you, just need to enjoy you like this for a little bit longer.” With that he gently pushes his tongue inside of you, edging the hot muscle around your walls before withdrawing and doing it again and again.

You moan and choke through your sobs, distraught and desperate, too strung out to hear and comprehend his reassurances. Recognising he may have pushed you too far Tommy changes tack, working to get you off as quickly as he can, his tongue fucking into you with abandon as his thumb settles on your clit rubbing fast circles into the engorged bud.

Your hips grind into his face with a mind of their own, your body chasing its high independent of your mind which is still lost in a sea of panic and despair. He growls into your aching cunt as you rut against him, his cock throbbing and leaking in his boxers.

You come with a cry, your back arching off the bed as the waves wash over you. Tommy keeps tight hold of your hips, working you through your high with his tongue. As you come back to yourself you wriggle and squirm away from him, curling yourself into a tight ball and sobbing your heart out, more distressed than you’ve been since those first few days after they took you. Tommy tries to coax you into looking at him whilst babbling apologies.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?” Joel booms from the doorway, not bothering to take off his jacket or boots before storming over to the bed and scooping you into his arms. You’re shaking in his lap as your hands fist in his jacket and you bury your face into his chest, mewling a soft “Daddy,” through your tears.

“Did you hurt her?” he spits at Tommy, his fury evident on his face.

“No, of course not,” Tommy rushes to defend himself, “I edged her. I didn’t mean to, I just… she tasted so fucking good and I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t think.”

“Jesus Christ Tommy. After she’s been so good this is what you do to her?”

Tommy could kick himself for being so stupid. He should be balls deep in your mouth right now, not getting a telling off from his brother. He hadn’t thought about the impact these last few weeks would really have on you, too wrapped up in his own annoyance at not being able to feel you come around his cock. He needs to make this right. His dreams of you delighting in choking on his cock and riding him into oblivion are at stake.

And though he’d never admit it, looking at the way you cling to Joel he feels the first pangs of jealousy clawing at his chest. You were a shared resource. You weren’t supposed to favour one over the other. But through his own stupidity he’d driven you straight into his brothers waiting arms. Desperate to redeem himself, he starts grovelling, hoping that now you have calmed down somewhat he can salvage something from the wreckage.

“Princess please look at me, let me apologise properly,” he coos, crouching down so he’s level with you.

Joel coaxes your face out from his chest, “I think you should hear him out baby, I think he’s really sorry.”

You look at Joel for a moment before turning your head to Tommy without responding. Tommy heaves a relieved sigh before launching into his apology.

“I’m so, so, sorry princess. I wasn’t thinkin’ clearly. I was supposed to be making it up to you and I got selfish. I promise it won’t happen again, please forgive me.”

You look at him, bleary eyed and exhausted, chewing on your bottom lip. He looks and sounds sincere in his apology, regret and remorse splashed across his features. Something you had not expected. You also had to give him credit that once he had realised you were upset he had worked to correct it and give you the release you needed at that moment. You realised with surprise that you believed him. This wasn’t another manipulation, another way to punish you, it was a mistake made in the heat of the moment.

“I forgive you.” You ignored the voice in your head that told you it didn't matter either way.

Tommy sighed in relief, plopping himself down on the bed next to Joel, stretching out his arms.

“Come give me a cuddle princess.”

You look up at Joel, not really wanting to leave the comfortable seat of his lap but he leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead before tapping your thigh to get you to stand up and patting your backside in his brother’s direction. You go without a fight and Tommy pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as Joel heads back outside.

As you get comfortable you think about Tommy’s seemingly genuine apology and the way Joel had rushed to you when he thought you were hurt. Perhaps you could be more than just their fuck toy. It seemed like there may be some genuine care in their actions. The thought sent a comforting warmth through your body as you relaxed into Tommy’s chest.

“I really am sorry princess, what can I do to make it up to you?”

“No more today, please Uncle Tommy!” you begged.

“No, no princess, that ain’t what I meant. No more of that today I promise. What can I do to show you how sorry I am?” he asked, choosing to ignore the way his cock twitched as you called him Uncle Tommy for the first time.

You thought about it for a minute before mumbling into his neck, “could you get me a book?”

“A book?”

“Yeah. It gets a bit boring waiting around for you to finish your chores.”

“Yeah princess I can get you a book,” he promises, the green eyed monster within him retreating to its cave as you snuggle into him, “I’ll get you a whole goddamn library.”

______________________________________________________________

I've added some people who showed an interest to the tag list, please let me know if you want to be removed.

@aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @oldloganslittleslut @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal @axshadows @justajoelsreader @ahintofkiwistrawberry @guelyury @rosebuds-and-moonlight @koshkaj-blog @shivispunk @ivoryandflame @tammythr @magpiepills

[prettyboypistol]

Hear Me Out || King Candy x Reader PART 6 18+

You decided not to race in the roster race that night, as you cited that you were far too tired to race properly. Instead, you stood in the stands with a sign that read “Go King Candy!” that was white-iced on a graham cracker. It was a nice snack to nibble on after your king dashed off past you. You had grown rather fond of King Candy, if you were honest. He was kind, funny, and always had a way to cheer you up. Genuinely, it was a bit of a crush you had developed. It was weird, you thought, to crush on a man almost triple your age. Aside from that, it was kind of awkward to talk to your king casually now.

King Candy, of course, got first place. He always did. You cheered loudly from the stands, almost uncharacteristically from your dark aesthetic. King Candy waved to the crowds with a regal and proud smile, but then he spotted you and blew you a coy little kiss. The gesture made you freeze up and blush. 

The flirtatious propositions didn’t stop there. It had been after you jokingly did a “hear me out cake” with your friends outside of the game at Tapper’s. It was meant as a joke, really, but you did kind of mean it (just a bit!), but you put an old newspaper clipping of Turbo. You gushed about how you always like egotistical guys. Of course, word got out VERY quickly about your controversial take. 

You thought it’d be a funny joke to tell King Candy that you put Turbo as your final “hear me out”- after you explained what a “hear me out” was, of course- but King Candy didn’t laugh at first, he merely stood there in slight shock. He quickly recollected himself and waved you off with a little “hoo-hoo!”

“Darling, you weren’t even around to know Turbo!” King Candy explained as he put his hands over yours in an “oh honey, you’re so silly” way, but you decided to make the stupid mistake of defending yourself.

“I- I dunno, sire… Hear me out, he’s kinda…”

“Kind of what?” King Candy echoed with an expression of curiosity.

“Y’know, kinda hot!” You giggled shyly. “I know I never met the guy, but from what I heard about him, he’s like, totally my type of guy! Arrogant, Egotistical, I mean, he was a great racer, right? I wanna be handled like his kart!” You joked.

King Candy didn’t know how to feel about that statement. On one hand, you praised him as being irrationally hot, on the other, you called him arrogant and egotistical. He couldn't tell you who he really was, not in the slightest. You were probably told all about his crimes against the arcade. 

“So, what do you… Like about Turbo?” King Candy felt as if he had to ask.

“I heard about the way he used to race- I dunno, and I heard he was a but rude too which uh- well…” You trailed off as you realized what exactly you were doing. You were explaining why you wanted to fuck a criminal to your boss. “Nevermind, I just think he's attractive- just forget it!”

Ever since then, King Candy had been hitting on you in playful ways. What was his plan, anyway?!

It all accumulated in one night after the roster race, when King Candy called you “sugarlump” as he usually did… But something felt off about the way he said it. There was a lingering purr to his voice that certainly wasn't very PG. There was a slight drawl of invitation as he bid you goodnight. Should you have followed? There was to time to question that however, as your hand was already on the door to his room.

You shut your eyes and opened the door with a flinch, ready to hear him tell you to get out.

“Hey there, sugar.” He hummed as he approached you, your eyes still shut in nervousness. King Candy touched your hand and pulled you softly into his room before he released you. You heard the door click shut and the lock snap into place. Oh god, this was intimidating as hell. 

“Open those pretty eyes for me, won't you?” King Candy asked as he started to guide you to the bed again. “What are you scared of, toots? It's only me. Your pal, King Candy!”

“I know, that's why I'm nervous! I've never- uh-” you trailed off, mortified. King Candy let out a kind scoff and pushed you onto the bed until your back was pressed flush against the spongecake mattress and fondant sheets. 

“Just follow my lead, sweetheart.” King Candy assured as you felt him climb on top of you and pressed kisses against your throat.

“Now, who's the best racer?”

“You are…” you whispered as you felt King Candy undo the fastenings of your overcoat. You felt exposed as your body was slowly revealed to your king. Your skin was kissed and groped- the sensations felt foreign in your code as King Candy mouthed over your nipples, then gave each a gentle touch with his hands.

“Sing whose praises?”

“King Candy's!” You gasped as King Candy suddenly grabbed at your crotch. Your jester hat jingled at the sudden movement you made. 

“Good, you're such a wonder jester, sugar. Now, open up for King Candy~” King Candy grinned- well, you didn't know that for sure, as your eyes were still closed. It sounded like he was grinning, if that made any sense.

You felt as your trousers were removed and tossed aside. A warm, wet sensation lapped at your entrance and you couldn't help but jolted away and shut your thighs together. But two surprisingly strong hands pried your nervous protection apart as King Candy continued to tease you with little licks and an open-mouthed and plunging strike of his tongue inside you.

“King Candy! Good- good god!” You breathed out raggedly. 

“That's it, sugar baby, praise your king while he eats you out.”

“What happened to being rated E for everyone?!” You couldn't help but bring up, curse your memory and need to win!

“Oh, didn't you hear? Word around the arcade block is that E means “explicit”. Now, keep those pretty legs open, doll.”

Whoa, King Candy sounded different when he was turned on. The lisp was still there, but there was a darkness to his voice that made you want to rub your thighs together.

King Candy kissed around your thighs with a smile and a content hum.

“Feel good?”

“Y-yeah.” You mumbled. “Where’d you learn how to do this?”

“I’m old enough to know how to please pretty little sugarlumps like you.”

“I’ll make you scream Tur- for me.” King Candy coughed before he focused in-between your legs again. 

King Candy started to finger you alongside his tongue, which made you squirm and whine. You felt his fingers move deeper and deeper still, then pressed right against the spot that made you thrash and silently scream.

“Oh ho-ho! I found it.” King Candy purred as he started to rub that area inside you deeper and with more pressure, that’s where he ran into trouble- when you accidentally kicked King Candy upside the head in your squirming. 

“Ow!”

“Oh my goodness I’m so sorry-” You squeak out as you finally open your eyes.

“No no sugar, it’s my fault for riling you up so much on your first time.” King Candy responded as he cradled the side of his head with a strained smile.

After a moment, you two stared at each other. You were naked, King Candy was down to his underwear. You made the mistake of looking down- just a peek! That wouldn’t hurt, right?! And it didn’t hurt, until you were accidentally caught staring. 

“Looking at the royal goods, are you?” King Candy chuckled as he scooched towards you with a waggle of his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes with a huff.

“No, why would I-”

“Ah-ah-ahhh, I ought to turn you over my knee for lying, naughty little minx!” King Candy hummed as he playfully swatted at your ass, which made you whine a tad.

King Candy guided you to lay on your stomach with your ass up, your face gently cradled with your arms and a pillow. 

“Now, let’s get you jingling for all the right reasons!” King Candy laughed as he coated himself with a clear sort of jelly. It was cold when it touched your entrance, but King Candy sighed as he pressed the tip inside you. Pixel by pixel, King Candy sank his shaft deeper inside you. It felt like hours before your ass touched his pelvis. It didn’t hurt per se- just felt weird… and full- super full. 

King Candy sighed as his eyelids fluttered shut in ecstasy. 

“Ohhh gumdrop, you’re gonna drive me wild…” King Candy muttered with a little manic laugh that followed. Slowly, he pulled out a tad, then pushed back inside. You both groaned at the sensation. The motion was repeated, and King Candy hissed at the tight grip you had on him. 

The sensation almost made King Candy glitch out- oh fuck, he had to keep it together! He kept his thrusts slow and gentle as he adjusted to the feeling of someone so wonderful around his dick. He bit his bottom lip with a deep groan. When you started to whine in protest at the speed, King Candy took that as a challenge. He bottomed out inside you, then started to piston in and out of you, which knocked your breath out. 

He grit his teeth as he tried to keep himself together- oh god damn it, you were so tight- so warm around him- it’d been years since he gotten any! He wasn’t gonna last long!

“S-so, you ready for the- ah, for the royal icing, dearie?”

Eugh, that made King Candy cringe internally. You dumbly nodded, mouth open and your moans unabashedly that rang out and echoed throughout the cavernous room. There was no doubt that the noise leaked out through the gingerbread doors.

You didn’t know what you were saying anymore- all you knew is that you felt full yet not full enough. You needed to be railed and ruined until nothing mattered anymore. 

“Nnh- oh, sugar!” King Candy whined as he finally piped your insides full. “Oh-hoo-hooooo, that was turbo-tastic.”

“Are you-” You gasped as you tried to regain your breath. “Are you seriously making fun of my hear me out about Turbo now?”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” King Candy responded, his coding running cold at the slip-up. He added to the charade he put up with a teasing smile.

[stollengoods]

Chapter 6

It’s Not Me, It’s You

Myung-gi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of death, & smut.

Summary: You and Myung-gi make up.

————

You and Myung-gi both agreed to pick ‘X’ and get the hell out of this place, but ultimately the ‘O’s won. “Are you guys even listening to me !” The older man from earlier, which you learned to be Player 456, was yelling again.

Myung-gi rolled his eyes, “Fuck, not this guy again.”

“He helped us out during that game, maybe we should listen to him.” You said.

“No, I get that, but it’s useless trying to convince people to leave when the votes have already been casted.”

You sighed, “Yeah, I think he’s just frustrated like all of us.” You looked over at Player 456 as he continued on with his rant, “Do you guys realize what you’re agreeing to with this ? You’re exchanging human life for money ! That’s sick ! Do you have no humanity left ?!”

Myung-gi’s gaze lowered, “Alright we get it dude.” He mumbled under his breath. “I can’t listen to this anymore…” He turned around and walked off, you walking side by side with him. “All he’s doing now is just freaking people out.”

‘True.’ You thought, nervously playing with your fingers. You voted to leave and now that you can’t, having someone point out the obvious was not helping with your nerves.

You guys sat on his bed next to each other, “How are you doing ?” Myung-gi asked, his eyes scanning your face with concern.

You noticeably looked shock, this was the first time since you got here that Myung-gi actually showed that he cared for you. Besides when you held hands during ‘red light, green light’ but you chalked that up as a mixture of adrenaline and shock.

“I’m doing fine.” The lie rolled off your tongue so easily.

His hand instinctively cupped your face as he rubbed his thumb back and forth on your cheek in a soothing gesture. “You don’t have to lie to me y/n.”

You were so used to telling people everything was fine back in the real world that you forgot here you could die tomorrow so there’s no point in lying or faking anything anymore.

“Honestly ?”

Myung-gi nodded his head as he moved in closer to you.

“I’m freaking the fuck out.” Your eyes moved back and forth as you waited for his response.

“Me too.” He spoke softly, before leaning in and attaching his lips to yours. You reciprocated the kiss and it quickly became a make out session. You pulled away and interlocked your hands together before walking up to one of the guards.

You couldn’t tell if it was the same guard for when you were with Nam-gyu, but you strongly hoped it wasn’t their shift today. The guard led you guys out the door, up the stairs, and stood outside the door you and Myung-gi went through.

Once you guys were in, you shut and locked the door behind you. “Are they going to be there the whole time ?” Myung-gi asked his thumb pointing towards the door.

“Who cares.” You breathed, pulling him in by his shirt and interlocking your lips again. One of his hands held himself up on the bathroom wall as his other one cupped your face again.

You moaned into the kiss, pulling him in more until he was practically on top of you. He reached his hand down into your pants, going past your underwear and straight to your clit, rubbing circles on it.

Your hand went to his arm, your nails carving crescent moons into his skin. He hissed at that and inserted two fingers into you, making you throw your head back in pleasure.

You pushed him back quickly, ripping your shirt off over your head along with your bra and discarding your pants with your underwear. Myung-gi stood there watching you with his mouth agape.

You giggled at his reaction, “What are you so shocked for ? You’ve seen me like this before.” You walked up to him and grabbed his hand. “I know, you’re just so beautiful y/n.” He whispered.

You pulled him towards you and turned around having him lay against the wall before tugging down his pants. You heard him groan and you haven’t even done anything yet. You continued to remove his underwear as his cock sprang free.

Your insides clenched, missing the feeling of him inside of you. You wrapped your lips around him and he seemed to forget about the guard outside as he released loud, drawn-out moans while you went down on him.

His hands went to your hair but retreated as he didn’t want to hurt you in any way especially since he just got you back. You came up with a pop and he initiated the kiss this time. He walked you backwards until your ass hit the sink then he spun you around, your hands holding yourself up with the sides of the sink.

He quickly removed his shirt before he lightly caressed your ass and that had you whining in anticipation, “Please baby…” you murmured. You were too much on cloud nine to notice you called him baby but Myung-gi noticed it.

He bit his lip before entering his tip into you, his hands having a strong grip on your hips as he sunk himself into you.

You wasted no time in pushing back against him and he began moving as well. “Fuck, I’ve missed you…” He moaned into your ear.

Your heart was racing from adrenaline and his confession. “I’ve missed you too baby.” You noticed yourself saying it that time because you did it on purpose. Plus when he had you bent over, railing into you, he could get you to say anything to him.

His thrusts began to get sloppy, “Fuck, I’m close.” You saw in the mirror as he closed his eyes trying to delay his release in order to satisfy you first.

“Cum in me.” You moaned, your legs trembling.

His chest was now pressed up against your back, “W-what ?” He asked.

“Please baby.” You clenched around him and he nestled his head in the crook of your neck.

“Oh god… fuck… you know not to say that to me, especially when I’m so close.”

You grabbed his hand from one your hips and placed it on your breast as you kept pushing your ass against him, making his thrust go faster.

“Ahh fuuuck !” He released one last hard thrust into you. You felt your eyes roll back as his warm cum filled you up, making you come undone as well.

His body held onto yours, still inside you, as you both released heavy pants. He kissed your neck, “God I want to stay in you forever.” He mumbled.

You relaxed in this position because, even if for a little bit, you can pretend it’s just you and Myung-gi back in his apartment. There’s no one dying around you, because when it’s just you and him, the rest of the world fades away.

[foxbramble]

.

[thetardisisnotourdivision]

I am unreasonably upset about the fact that I've been forced to accept that Gabriel was a Gerald.

For context, in An Inspector Calls, Gerald Croft is engaged to Sheila Birling when he meets a homeless, struggling Eva Smith in a bar, and essentially in return for a home and money he shows her affection (ahem), then gets rid of her once he no longer has a use for her. Now, obviously this isn't a direct translation, but the essentials are - a Gerald is a character who uses another character, in return for something they need, usually masking the fact that they're using them with affection and love.

And against my will I've had to accept that this is exactly what Gabriel does to Nathalie.

Did I want to think he had potential to be better? Did I think he genuinely cared for Nathalie?? Hell, did I just really really want somebody to care about Nathalie???

Probably all of the above but the point is: he's Gerald. And I cannot - I literally can't unsee it now. Their whole dynamic in S3 is like “oh boohoo I'm sorry I wish you didn't have to use the peacock Miraculous and kill yourself over it but uh I need to use your powers” “yeah no that's fine I'm all good”. Which, given the "Gerald" theorem, I'm assuming leads to the fact that what Nathalie needed, above all, was someone to care about her - and Gabriel came along, as Sheila Birling puts it, "like a fairytale prince", and was so caring and gentle and... Yeah. She fell for him. And. Yeah he genuinely did seem to care like twice. But so did Gerald. Gerald actually admits that he did care for Eva, just not the way that she cared for him, and, uh, not enough to not just dispose of her. So he discards her anyway when she stops being useful.

Leading me neatly to my point.

He starts using the peacock Miraculous the second it's fixed, the slimy bastard, HOWEVER. It runs way deeper than that. Assuming I'm right (which I almost DEFINITELY am), then Gabriel only needed Nathalie while she was useful. She didn't stop being useful in season three - she's still scheming for him, helping him with plan after plan. It's only partway through season 5 that she officially servers ties with him, and starts to actively hinder him.

Nathalie stops being useful when she fails as Safari. And I reckon that's when Gabriel and Tomoe decided she had to go.

(It's painfully, I-was-ugly-crying-over-it obvious in Conformation that Gabriel is fully prepared to let Nathalie die - in the original storyboard, her alliance was encouraging her to sleep, and he's very obviously prepared for this moment - I've made a separate post about it that I'll link if I can find it. However, onto the next bit)

With all of this, there's one thing that sticks out to me - Nathalie didn't see any of it until it was already too late. There could be many reasons for this. But you know who would have seen through it? Whose parents were all loving and perfect until she married the wrong man? Emilie. Emilie, who left behind those videos, which on the surface look innocent, but when you look deeper look like a (love confession???????) AHEM a warning. I reckon Emilie noticed what was going on and realised that Nathalie wouldn't see through Gabriel, so she left those videos addressed to Nathalie (not Gabriel, which surely they should have been - they were about him, after all - unless they were there...) as a warning. I don't think the videos were supposed to be about helping Gabriel, I think Emilie was warning Nathalie to get the fuck out of that house, and to take Adrien with her. Because Emilie knew it'd end like this.

Yes I'm still mad ok give me a break.

[chronicowboy]

actually so low on morale.

[cescalr]

Oooh, definitely glee for the fandom asks! <3

Always with the hornets' nests with these ones, I see! Though i don't think there's a fandom out there that isn't in some way a hornets' nest once it gets large enough... hm. Alright. I'm just gonna be as honest as i can be about this, and tag accordingly.

Glee:

my favourite female character: augh. argh. ouph. so difficult. so hard. Since I'm working off of half-remembered show and half recently-rewatched show... its a tossup. Mercedes, Santana, Quinn. Probably Mercedes. She did nothing wrong ever in her entire life <3 well okay maybe except that one time she smashed kurt's car windows (but it was a banger song, though). Can't say Santana because of the Biphobia TM and other things like excessive use of bigotry-based insults, and Quinn. Oh god girl. Cheating is not cool! Funnily enough! So I find them really interesting but 'favourite' is hard to say. Mercedes. Mercedes for sure <3

my favourite male character: Blaine sam blaine sam blaine sam yes. I am imitating ripping petals off of flowers and coming to a conclusion based on which is the last name i said. So I guess that means Sam! But really this is a tie.

my favourite book/season/etc: Mannnnn idk. I don't like shows for seasons as-a-whole. Also i could not tell you what happened in any given season if you held a gun to my head. I'm not good at that. The only shows i know 'seasons' of are Buffy and Teen Wolf because i've watched them like 100000000000 times (exaggeration) for various reasons (mostly fanfiction research).

my favourite episode (if its a tv show): I can tell you my LEAST favourite episode (blame it on the alcohol, thank you Kurt king of biphobia! this is a persona foible it's not the worst episode in the show. by far. by far. it's kind of an average one. I'm just angry at it.) BUT er. Favourite? Idk. Genuinely some of the earlier Kurt-centric stuff was really well done (his convo with Burt... <3) and the Quinn giving birth accompanied by bohemian rhapsody was obviously iconic, but if I'll be honest I couldn't name any episodes of this show (other than That One previously stated, anyway). And yeah most of the time they were named after song titles and No i don't remember those song titles either. I'm just so bad at this. My memory is that of a goldfish's being haphazardly bounced around on a sieve.

my favourite cast member: it would be really funny if I said Demi Lovato [she counts!] but the truth is N/A: i don't know these people !!! They are strangers!! (i don't. follow celebrities. at all. I couldn't even name most of them. They're just people doing a job and their lives are irrelevant to me beyond their ability to perform that job well. I do not need to know where they live and what coffee they drink. Stalker shit tbh. I'm kind of a very private person myself, so rpf-adjacent stuff just... creeps me out. I've never watched a single cast interview in my lifetime and I'm not about to start!)

my favourite ship: Difficult to say! Grave and obvious lie. Blam. It's blam. Quintana is a close runner up though Santana really needs to stop dating people who cheat on the regular (I'll accept Quinn has grown enough not to do this by the time a Quintana coupling would be viable - and satisfying in terms of character arcs - narratively speaking).

a character I’d die defending: Blaine Anderson did something wrong for sure but like Kurt did it first so shrugs. Cancels out. Bad for each other! Case closed!

a character I just can’t sympathize with: genuinely don't remember if I had one of those the first time around because I was like 10 and just didn't pay attention if I didn't care, but Terri and her racist self take that 'prize' this time, alongside the obvious predator in the room [original choir teacher. Sandy? I forget his name immediately after hearing it. He doesn't deserve to be remembered]. Also JBI is just.... a yikes character all around. I mean, he's a blatant stereotype for one, in a the people who wrote this person don't like jews kind of way. Unfortunately common stereotype too, for the era, so not only is he that, he's also lazy. Just a one-note pervert who's the butt of various antisemitic 'jokes' you've heard from era-peer shows a million times over, tired and awful and a sour reminder of bigotry that continues to this day. Really regrettable character who's lack of redeeming qualities was probably purposeful. (I know Rachel and tina are also jewish, but this comes up very rarely and mostly only when santana needs to say something kind of fucked up, as is her modus operandi, for 'comic relief'. Tina's jewish-ness wasn't even canon for several seasons, because she didn't have a surname or a family or anything resembling complex character depth for several seasons. The one time I really remember Rachel's religion being important was when she was pressuring Kurt into believing in some kind of god, which??? don't do that. Bad example. Trying to guilt trip a friend into faith sucks. I take back what i said earlier Mercedes did that too. Boo. Girls try again that was a bad showing all around. Though i have no idea why Kurt went the acupuncture route as his 'secular' option but i think that has to do a lot with the writers doing literally no research ever once in their lives (you can tell they don't by the way they write the football segments of the show, which make no sense according to football fans who watch Glee, of which there are numerous because real life isn't like fiction where you can only like music or sports. Most of the kids in my school year were doing the most of everything ever if they were the 'popular' ones - we do that differently; popularity isn't really based on who know know; for some bizzare reason literally everyone knew who I was? Even people I'd never spoken to?? - but more about like... how much you can do, I guess. Overachievers, but I'm not saying that negatively; these people were generally - generally - very nice, and surprisingly chill for people who had no spare time whatsoever. I'm not entirely sure when they slept; A* across the board, at least one sport, at least one instrument, several extracurriculars, parties every weekend, dozens of friends and an s.o. . Eh? Way too much going on. Scary lifestyle! Impressive burnout rate, probably. Er. Tangent! Back to the scheduled programming).) There's uhhhh there's a lot of bad characters on the show, but i'd say Sandy and Terri and her equally but more loudly racist sister are truly completely irredeemable ones. Like they're not interesting or anything, they're just there to be narrative annoyances (which, in the case of Sandy specifically, is insane. Arrest that man!!! He has actively sexually assaulted minors!!!).

a character I grew to love: difficult to say because I tend to just make an opinion and stick to it. Also i don't remember who i liked at first and who i didn't, this show came out when i was eight. I didn't watch it until I was a little older than that, of course, but I frankly have spotty memory until my late teens, so! I'm not sure!! Quinn, probably. Pink-hair-era Quinn helped me understand her more, and seeing the moments of kindness hidden behind practical cruelty, when you understand her family and situation, makes things make a lot more sense. It takes a lot to get me to sympathise with a cheater, but I can see where Quinn was getting all turned around in her head about life because of her upbringing and socialisation, not to mention the profoundly negative impact cheerios had on her mentally and that the school's culture in general was not exactly a breeding ground for empathy and optimism.

my anti otp: can you tell (klaine). I don't dislike Kurt!!! Please let him have a fun chillaxed boyfriend in new york with his vogue friends. But also please stop attempting to control other people's diets thank you!! Thank you!! I'm of mixed feelings. Blaine and Kurt both did at least one bad, relationship-ending thing, and proved over and over again that they just weren't on the same wavelength in regards to life goals and ways of living it. They can't even share the same living space, which is kind of required for a functional marriage. I don't know, it just seems like they settled for their first proper, serious boyfriend even if that's not really the best match, and I... wish they'd just got to see more of life first, you know? They got married at like 20! Or something! I'm 23, I cannot imagine getting married at 20. That's a baby. Let them live first!

(same for Santana and Brittney, imo. I also don't really like them together because Santana and Brittney have very different ideas regarding monogamy, which is just never going to go down well in the long run. If your girl cheats on you like twenty times and tells you to your face its not cheating in her view of things, but you think it is, break up with her because you'll just make each other miserable. Brittney sort of seems incapable of feeling guilt but if she were, this kind of moral pressure would be Not Good, and obviously Santana isn't comfortable with the idea and doesn't have to be!! Just move on!!! Find other people!!!! Don't marry your first girlfriend if you've broken up like ten times this is simple!!!! Please!!!! But Klaine wins out over Brittana because - in my opinion, glee fandom please do not persecute me, I am known for this specific thing - I see... interactions that verge on abusive between Klaine that I don't see in Brittana. So. Oof? Ex; use of public perception to disguise attack; deliberately hurting Blaine in a stage-combat fencing match (you are not meant to make actual contact in these) and thus using Blaine's own dislike of making his difficulties common knowledge against him in order to 'punish' him. This is no good! Don't do this!!.[Also just to err vaguepost about a comment.... that is. not. what i would call passive aggressive. Physically attacking someone with a sword - no matter the type of sword, fencing foils hurt just as much, they're just not stab-you sharp... er, these days - is just straight-up aggressive.]).

Note that negative things stick in the mind better than positive ones; on a rewatch I may well alter my opinion!

But also I'm really, really stubborn. So it's not likely. Klaine.

[streatfeild]

these days, playing squash with fergus is more torture than fun for adam :)

[rosicheeks]

.

[hobgobbin]

"Ai art isn't actually bad it's capitalism that's bad and an economic model that's based on working the most possible so you think ai is just taking away your money"

This isn't abt artists mad abt losing a few commissions on the internet this is about large numbers of artists getting their art stolen so people can make something out of THEIR stuff, that they worked for years to create, without permision. AND corporations using free software to steal instead of paying artists properly. You would think with the amount of artists that are like 'hey this is bad and harming me', as well as the whole ass Hollywood-wide strike that happened with AI usage being one of the key talking points you would understand that it's bad and should at the very least have rules put around it.

But actually artists should stop focusing on something they can try to curtail before it gets too wildly out of control and instead focus on uhhhhh dismantling the economy if they're so mad their stuff is being stolen

[seventh-district]

sighs and collapses and disintegrates into the wind

[nexus-nebulae]

ppl always say that autistics don't get jokes but honestly when has a neurotypical person ever clocked the fact that I've told a clearly telegraphed joke like. I'm the one who takes everything too seriously?