#my day was fucking awful and this just made it all better

[luvfae]

i have a request for fem reader x thanos

maybe she was a famous singer who would song very provocative and vulgar songs and dress like that as well, like tattos, piercing, etc. but she made bomb ass music im thinking songs like rhianna and stuff. anyway she has s attitude and she unfortunately went down the rabbit whole getting addicted to drugs and hanging with bad people so she moved out of LA to get away from it and to korea where she is then entered in the games and obviously ppl recognize her some are fans some find her awful etc. but thanos is like her biggest fan but she could not care less untill he shows her what he has in his cross if u catch my drift?

STARGIRL

parings: thanos/choi su bong x f!reader

warnings: drug use & addiction, mention of death, squid game stuff, reader is an american popstar, smut, swearing, oral (thanos receiving), i wrote a more cringey thanos this time.

The murmurs started the second you stepped into the dorm.

It wasn’t the usual whispers—the ones laced with fear and paranoia, the ones about people who didn’t make it past Red Light, Green Light. No, this was something else. This was recognition.

“Holy shit, is that her?”

“No way.”

“Bro, that’s Y/N L/N—”

A small group of men gawked at you like you weren’t in a life-or-death game but instead walking a red carpet. Someone even had the audacity to sing one of your songs from your most recent album.

You ignored them. You weren’t that person anymore.

You tugged your hoodie tighter around you, tattoos hidden beneath the fabric. You weren’t wearing designer or expensive makeup, just the same ugly green tracksuit as everyone else. And yet, they still saw you.

The infamous Y/N L/N. The girl who had the world at her feet.

The girl who pissed it all away.

“YOOO!”

The booming voice cut through the murmurs like a gunshot, turning every head in the room.

“Y/N FUCKING L/N IS IN THIS SHIT? NAH, THATS CRAZY.”

Heavy footsteps thundered toward you before you finally turned. And there this stranger was, standing in front of you with a grin so wide it could split his face.

Player 230.

Thanos, he called himself.

You sighed, already tired.

He was built like a bouncer but looked at you like a kid meeting their idol, damn near starstruck. And while everyone else gawked from a distance, he didn’t hesitate to close the space between you.

“I gotta be dreaming right now,” he laughed, dragging a hand over his purple hair. “Yo, I used to bump your music every day.”

“I don’t care,” you deadpanned, stepping around him.

Thanos, not deterred in the slightest, just pivoted and kept pace with you. “‘Bitch Better Have My Money’ got me through some shit, I swear to God.”

You didn’t answer.

“And ‘Disturbia?’ Song of the fuckin’ century.”

Nothing.

Thanos just grinned.

“Alright, I see how it is. You hard to get, huh?” He slung an arm over your shoulder like you were old friends. “But you’re in luck, señorita. ‘Cus I don’t give up easily.”

He smelled like cheap cologne and cigarette smoke. You shoved him off.

“Touch me again, and I’ll break your fucking wrist,” you said, voice like ice.

Thanos’ brows shot up—surprised, but not mad. If anything, he just looked more amused.

“Yeeesh. You really that cold in real life?”

No response.

He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “You were real different in them interviews.”

You huffed, turning on your heel and walking off.

“Yo, I rap,” he called after you. “We should collab one day.”

“Drop dead,” you shot back.

But Thanos just laughed.

The days dragged. The bodies stacked.

And yet, Thanos still hadn’t shut the fuck up.

If anything, he was getting worse.

After the Six Leg Pentathlon, he sat next to you, shoulders touching. He defended you whenever people ran their mouths. When your body ached from the games, he even stole an extra bread roll for you, slipping it into your lap with a smirk.

“You can thank me with a verse.”

“You’re delusional,” you muttered, but ate the roll anyway.

It was strange.

For all his cockiness and big talk, Thanos didn’t feel like the other men in here. He didn’t feel like a predator.

He felt like a nuisance.

An annoying, oversized, rap-obsessed nuisance.

And yet, you caught yourself looking for him more often than not.

—

The lights flicked off.

Instantly, the dorm fell into hushed whispers and rustling bodies. Some tried to sleep. Others stayed awake, tense, knowing what could happen once the room was drowned in darkness.

You didn’t care.

Lying on your back, staring up at the endless black void above you, you felt nothing.

Not fear. Not exhaustion. Not even pain.

You had felt pain before.

But nothing like this.

This was worse.

This was the emptiness that had driven you to that shit in the first place. The late-night binges, the parties that never ended, the highs that barely lasted. The numbing hum that silenced everything else.

And now, here you were. Back at rock bottom.

It almost made you laugh.

“Yo.”

A voice. Deep, hushed.

A shadow moved beside your bunk.

You didn’t flinch.

Thanos crouched next to you, face barely visible in the dim emergency lights. But you knew it was him.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he muttered.

You said nothing.

Thanos just smirked.

“Don’t gotta talk, ma. Just listen.”

You felt something cold press against your lips.

Metal.

Your eyes flicked down.

A cross pendant.

You frowned. “The fuck is this?”

Thanos exhaled through his nose, like he was amused. “Check inside.”

You hesitated, then reached up, fingers brushing his chain.

Click.

The small compartment popped open.

Your breath caught.

No.

No fucking way.

There, hidden in the hollowed-out cross, sat a dozen small pills.

Colourful. Familiar.

Holy shit.

Your pulse spiked. For the first time since stepping into this hellhole, you felt something.

Need.

Desperation.

“You wanna hit?” Thanos murmured, voice smooth, teasing. “Might help that little empty look in your eyes.”

Your lips parted. Your pride warred with your craving.

Thanos tilted his head. “Go on. Ask nice.”

Your hands curled into fists.

“I’m not fucking begging,” you whispered.

Thanos chuckled lowly. “Damn shame.”

He snapped the cross shut.

No.

Your heart thumped.

Your body moved before you could think, hand gripping his wrist.

“Wait.”

His smirk widened.

For a moment, Thanos just looked at you.

He was big. Solid. A walking problem with a loud mouth and an ego to match.

And yet, in the dark, he felt different. Quieter. Heavier.

Dangerous.

Your throat bobbed. “What do you want?”

Thanos leaned in, close enough that you could feel his breath against your ear.

“You know what I want.”

Your stomach clenched.

His free hand reached up, dragging the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip.

A test.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t stop him.

Thanos’ pupils dilated.

His grin turned wicked.

“Fuck, I knew it,” he murmured. “Lil stargirl, is an addict.”

Your breathing quickened.

Thanos’ fingers trailed down, tilting your chin up. “How bad you want it, mama?”

You clenched your jaw.

You had sucked dick for a lot less before.

And right now?

Right now, you needed it.

Your eyes flicked up, locking onto his.

Fuck it.

Without another word, you shifted, sliding down the bunk until your face was level with his lap.

Thanos’ breath hitched.

“Shit.”

Your fingers worked fast, tugging at his waistband.

Boxers down.

His cock sprang free, thick, heavy, already hard.

For you.

For this.

Thanos’ hand shot out, gripping the edge of the mattress like he was bracing for impact.

“Yo, wait—”

You didn’t.

Your lips wrapped around him, tongue gliding over the head.

Thanos’ entire body jolted.

“—Oh, fuck.”

A sharp inhale. His jaw clenched, head tipping back.

You worked him over with practiced ease—hollowing your cheeks, tongue tracing veins, fingers gripping his thigh as you took him deeper.

Thanos twitched.

“Jesus Christ.” His voice was strained, hushed but taut, like he was barely holding on, eyes dark and blown, watching you with something close to awe.

A goddamn pop star.

His celebrity crush.

Sucking his dick in a fucking death game.

For a pill.

His fingers tangled into your hair, grip tight but reverent.

Like he couldn’t believe it.

Like he never wanted it to end.

“Shit, señorita.” A sharp hiss. “You’re really gonna slurp me up for a pill?”

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t stop.

His grip in your hair went rigid.

“Shit, babe—”

His breath hitched, thighs tensing beneath your hands. You felt him twitch, his cock pulsing against your tongue, and then—

Thanos let out a low, shaky groan.

Hot and thick, he spilled down your throat, fingers tight in your hair as he held you there, making sure you took it. Swallowed all of it.

You did.

Because you had to.

Because you weren’t letting a single drop go to waste.

Because you needed that fucking pill.

Thanos exhaled sharply, hand flexing before he finally let go, leaning back against the bunk with a lazy, spent smirk. He looked down at you, licking his lips as he reached for the cross again.

“Damn,” he mused, voice smug and breathless. “Who knew a lil’ American pop princess could suck dick like that?”

You glared.

Pop.

You pulled off him with a slow, deliberate drag of your tongue, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb.

“Just gimme the fuckin’ pill.” Your voice was hoarse.

Thanos hummed, opening the cross pendant.

You reached for it—

He snapped it shut.

Your fingers twitched.

Thanos grinned. “Say please.”

Your jaw clenched.

“Was sucking your dick not enough?”

He cocked his head, smug as hell.

Your nails dug into your palm.

You inhaled sharply.

“Please?”

His smirk turned lethal.

Click.

The pill dropped into your palm.

Your fingers curled around it immediately, bringing it to your mouth, barely hesitating before swallowing it dry.

Warmth bloomed in your chest.

Relief.

Thanos just watched, head tilted, eyes dark.

Then, he laughed.

“Damn, Stargirl.” His voice was a taunt. A tease. Low and syrupy.

“You really would do anything for a hit, huh?”

His grin widened, flashing teeth.

“Good thing,” he murmured. “I got plenty more.”

And that’s how Thanos bagged his sick little addict popstar.

You’re so gone. And he knows it.

[sirxlla]

hi so there's been this gif going all around twitter and i saw a buddie prompt but i was wondering if you could find a way to make it buck x fem!reader instead? maybe reader is away for work and buck is just going insane missing them? just whatever you deem fit. (the tweet: https://x.com/bucksnaturals/status/1883622497956044895?s=46 )

THANK YOU in advance and if this goes against anything just ignore and i am so sorry ☹️🫶

Thinking Of You

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Warnings: NSFW, self-care (him taking care of himself 😉)

Prompt: above but here is the link they are referencing -> the tweet: [request anon] I love this prompt sm. Its so good. 🙌🏻

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Buck always hated when you had to leave for long business trips like this. Why the hell couldn't they just have the business meetings over Zoom like they did during COVID? Fucking hell, it was awful not coming home to you every day and waking up next to you every morning.

"Awwww, there's my man. How was work, Baby?" You asked as you struggled to set your camera up to face time call him, one of Buck's shirts tucked into your silk sleep shorts. You sat back on your bed as you looked at the screen of your iPad.

"Work's really not the issue, Honey. You've been gone like almost a month, and it's just really shitty without you here, and Eddie moved to Texas, so I'm just really feeling so isolated."

"Well, I might, if I get lucky, get to come home early, and it's all we can hope for, right?" You felt really shit for how long this whole entire thing was going on for. A coworker had quit and made everything so much harder for you and almost tripled your work.

"It's hard to sleep without the smell of you. It's just hard to relax without you by my side, you know the weight of it?" Buck held his phone up so you could see his face a bit better after he rolled over in your shared bed.

"I know, Buck. I'm like that, too; sleeping alone has been awful. I'll be home as soon as I can. I promise but I can maybe help with everything else. So my perfume is on my bedside table, I forgot to bring it. Spray it on something, maybe? And I have a weighted blanket in the hall closet. Those should help. Sleeping in your shirt has helped me so much. I bought myself a weighted stuffed animal, and it helps me a lot. I know it sounds dumb-"

"No, it doesn't sound dumb. I really appreciate it, Honey." He interrupted before he saw the clock behind you, noting that it was 3:30 a.m. for you. You should be in bed, and he's keeping you up by bitching to you about missing you; you looked so tired, dark circles hung under your eyes.

"I'll let you go, okay? You look so tired, Hun. I will take your suggestion and see if it helps. You need rest, and I guess I do, too."

"Yeah, it's late. I'll let you go but let me know how that goes. Okay, Ev?" You said as you grabbed your iPad; maybe you could lie down before getting up in a few hours to go back to work.

"I will, I love you, Sweetheart." He smiled as he looked at the screen of his phone and your sleepy face.

"I love you, Buck." You whispered as you struggle to keep your eyes open. "Bye."

"Bye." He whispered back before he hung up reminding himself to remember that pretty and tired face of yours. He went to the closet and grabbed the weighted blanket and the perfume; he opted for spraying it on one of the tank tops you wore to bed, laying it on the pillow beside him before heading to sleep.

Both you and Buck called nightly, and he'd spray your perfume on the tanktop before bed, then he'd be led off to a blissful sleep.

It was the middle of the night, and he panted in his sleep, pushing his hips into the bed to try to relieve the pressure between his thighs. Your breasts pressed against his face as he breathed in the sweet smell of your perfume. His skin felt like it was on fire, his eyes flitting back and forth as his dream progressed into him pounding his hips into yours. This left him tossing and turning until he woke himself up.

Between him, the wind outside, and the moon that crept in was extremely obvious how horny he was.

It wasn't a surprise to him considering that dream. God damn it, he missed you so much and it had been for so long, it felt, and not just the sex but everything. That dream made it unbearable.

Fucking hell, he wasn't one to masturbate but damn it, tonight it was impossible to think of anything else but you; as long as you lingered in his thoughts, then he'd never get a lick of sleep due to his current stiffness.

With his eyes still closed, he reached his hand over to your pillow to that tank top that sat on top of it, bringing it to his nose and breathing it in, which just made the ache turn into a throb. It caused him to let out a deep growl in his throat. His left hand held the shirt to his nose, his eyes closed as he found his right hand massaging his chest like you often did during or before sex. You knew how much he loved it.

In his mind, he pictured your naked body, your hips, the look on your face as you rode him. He moaned as his hand moved down to the space between his skin and his boxers slowly using his thumb to circle the tip of him, the same way you would. He imagined the exact shade and color of your eyes, how you focused on his face when you gave him any bit of intimacy, which made it clear to him that you care for him and how he's feeling.

Buck growled and whimpered into the tank top as his imagination started to feel like his reality. Your hand down his boxers slowly pumping him, your eyes and ears noticing his every reaction and sound. He pumped faster but slowly enough to tease himself the way you would.

You always took him to the edge of oblivion before allowing him to finish. The thought caused him to push his hips higher upwards as he groaned and whimpered at the feeling.

He wouldn't be able to do it as well as you, but he'd damn sure try. Evan continued to think of you, your kisses down his body as you lowered yourself down to his weeping tip, swirling your tongue over it like a lollipop with your eyes open to watch him as your hand pumped him. Your expression eager for him to climax on your tongue.

Before he knew it, he felt white pleasure wash over him, his hand and underwear were covered in arousal, and he felt a lot less pent up.

"I'd've done that if I knew you needed it so bad, Ev." You said as you set your duffle bag down, a smirk in your tone. "It's nice to know you think of me though."

A blush covered his face as he realized he'd been caught pleasuring himself to the smell of your perfume. He pulled his hand from his boxers before swiftly heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

You changed as he was gone, slipping out of the shoes you'd been in all night. That red-eye flight was catching up to you and the only thing you craved now was Evan to be near you while you slept. Changing into one of his shirts and nothing else besides your panties, you flopped onto the bed with a huff.

Evan came out of the bathroom with a look on his face like a kid that got caught with their hand in the cookie jar, his heart hammered in his chest as he came to lay down with you.

"I- I- I can explain." He started with a nervous tone. You knew he didn't usually masturbate, but to you, it was whatever. It was fine; most people do it.

"Shhhh..." You smile as you cuddle into his chest, hooking your leg over his hips. "I'm glad you think of me, Ev. It's kinda sweet."

"Sweet? You just caught me jerking off with your tank top." He was astonished; most women he'd dated were so not into this kinda thing and most definitely didn't think it was cute. They saw it more so as maybe this guy was a creep. He was confused.

"I don't mince my words, Evan. I meant what I said." You said as you cuddled into him. "I'll leave you some better stuff if I go out of town again, okay?" You mumbled into his chest, pulling him even closer than before.

"Alright?" He was still so confused but relaxed, and he felt how calm you were and how steady your breath was, which caused his heart to steady and ease its worry.

"Mmm hmmm..." You mumbled as you fell asleep pressed against your sweet dork of a man.

Masterlist

[gardenia-nettle-first-floret]

Obedience Training: Cracks

Short Fic by Gardenia Nettle

It had been a week since Jack had been taken by the monster. He was fighting against her attempts to break his Terran spirit, but it was getting harder.

The plant had been giving him a mix of drugs, said they were Class-A and Class-G only. No mind fuckery. He didn’t trust the Affini.

Over the week, Jack had noticed his body changing. His muscles lost definition, his skin became softer, his chest had ached and grew, and… and his “equipment” had shrunk. The changes made Jackie— Jack! Made Jack feel oddly better.

“Just some damn plant trick” she told herself… he, he told himself. Those mistakes were getting more common.

“Puppy I’m home~!” Called Raffline from the entrance to the hab.

Jackie felt the desire to race to the hab door and jump around because master was back and— no! He was a free Terran, a captain tasked with ensuring that the Accord would not fall.

“Jackie~ where’s my good girl~?”

Stars why did that make her— his heart flutter.

“Does my puppy need her druggies? Is she mad because her puppy parts haven’t started showing yet~?”

Jack worried about that. She knew of other florets— other Terrans getting changed, having become partial animals. She saw what had become of her engineer and medic. There was no way Jackie would end up the same as them… but— no! No, no, no! Jackie— Jackie! Fuck! Jack was not going to lose to the plants. She was going to fi— to fi— to be a… g-good… dog… and g-go greet her… m-m-m—

Raffline had found where Jackie had hidden herself. She was all curled up with her hands gripping her hair, her longer, smoother hair.

“Aw, was puppy playing hide and seek~? How cute… what’s wrong girl? Are you still feeling dysphoric?”

“Y-ye—“ Jackie forced herself not to answer. She wouldn’t give into the games of the plants. She would— she would— she— she—

“Master, I d-don’t feel t-too good.”

“Aw poor puppy~” Vines wrapped around Jackie, lifting her up and into the arms of her m-monst— master. The strength in his arms made her body melt.

“Looks like your other changes are getting started. I can see your ears are slightly longer than they were before, and your hands have the starts of cute little paw beans~” Raffline’s words were sweet, oddly so as Jackie had only seen her master interested in breaking her.

“Because I’m a bad doggy…” she shook her head. Where had that thought come from.

“Don’t worry girl, I’ll give you something to get rid of the pain~”

Before Jackie could protest, not that she would because she wanted to be a good dog… she— she! She!!! *Sigh* She was injected with more xenodrugs.

The world swam, her body felt like it was on fire, but the pain she had been in all day was gone.

“Th-th-th…” Jackie couldn’t. She shouldn’t. This was all because of master. If master hadn’t helped her— hadn’t given her good class-G xenodruggies, she wouldn’t be happier… what the frost was happening.

“Thank you, master…” The tears that had started to form behind Jackie’s eyes finally fell.

Raffline pet the poor girl wrapped in his arms and whispered calm reassurance into her ears. A smile on his face, a genuine smile unlike any his prior pets could give.

Poor Jackie, repressing who you are because of big meanies is no way to live. At least she has mister Raffline, I think that he’s perfect to help Jackie break out of her shell~

Hope you enjoyed reading~! Make sure you drink your water, take your meds, and take time to rest and just be. -Gardenia Nettle, First Floret

[jessthebaker]

By the Gods

This is for the gorgeous @beefrobeefcal 's Half Bricked, Wrong Time February Prompt Challenge!

I've never written for Oberyn before, this is barely titled, no beta, minimal editing, I don't know if it's crack or serious or both, but I'm yeeting this out into the world and running away again. Enjoy!

word count 1.6k

rating: Mature (duh, it's Oberyn)

“Oh, Seven, not again.” Oberyn mutters as he opens his email and sees a message from HR waiting for him. It’s right at the very top, with the little red exclamation marks to denote High Importance. Oberyn hates those exclamation marks. They only seem to turn up when he’s done something that he deems (personally) perfectly appropriate. But HR never seems to think so.

The head of HR is a man Oberyn loathes but can’t seem to get away from. Oberyn doesn’t hate his job, rather he quite likes it. He likes what he does and he’s good at it. But dealing with HR is another story.

The HR manager, Ty Lane, is an older man with a bad case of resting grump face. He constantly looked as if, if he wore glasses, he’d be glaring at you over the top of them. Quietly, Oberyn thinks Ty looks like an angry, elderly lion.

Oberyn sighs as he skims over the details of Ty’s email. Date, time, place, all the usual. Current infraction: ‘Inappropriate workplace relations’. What else was new? Oberyn has a feeling he knows which particular circumstance this one was referencing.

Last week he had been daydreaming at his desk when he noticed you walking past his cubicle. Of course he noticed you. He found you incredibly attractive; the way you walked, the confidence with which you moved, the defiance in your eyes that said “I’m here and if you don’t like it, fuck off.” Oberyn appreciated confidence.

You were fairly new in the office. He hadn’t seen you around before about last month, yet you had already made a name for yourself though with the quality of the work you turned in. The management were impressed with your quiet efficiency and the way you didn’t overtly call attention to yourself. But somehow you demanded respect and by the gods, you got it.

On this particular occasion, he couldn’t take his eyes off your ass. You’d caught him staring, given him a wink and a little extra swish of your hips as you passed.

So how could anybody reasonably blame Oberyn for admiring such a perfect specimen of a human ass? Yours was perfect. He had to get a better look. You had practically told him to look.

And yet, apparently someone blamed him for looking. Because now he has that damned email from Ty Lane sitting in his inbox, waiting for that Read Receipt, confirming his appearance at the next mandatory workplace training.

He clicks Accept with another sigh. Then he gathers his thoughts for the rest of his workday.

At the appointed day and time, Oberyn finds himself sitting in a half-circle made of uncomfortably straight-backed chairs with a few other co-workers who, he supposed, had been dobbed in for similar infractions as he was. And...you. Why in the Mother’s name were YOU in here too? Oberyn’s mind wandered as he let himself imagine the myriad reasons you might have been called into this awful torture session.

Mr Lane was droning through his PowerPoint presentation detailing all those things you were and weren’t supposed to do in the workplace. And all the things you were and weren’t supposed to do with your coworkers. And...was that...was that? Celine Dion’s voice singing as background music?

Where does my heart beat now? Where is the sound That only echoes through the night?

Oberyn is trying to pay attention, he really is. His mind wanders again. To you. You’re just so...sexy. Confident. So perfect. So sultry as you just go about your day. The unwitting reason he’s in this room in the first place. He tries to keep his eyes to himself, but he can’t resist glancing over at you for a peek. Fuck. You’re openly watching him, not even trying to be subtle. You give Oberyn a wink and flick your eyes forward again. Pretending to pay attention to Ty’s boring slideshow.

Next time Oberyn looks over to you, he’s ready. You’re looking at him again and this time, he drops you a wink of his own. He sees your cheeks darken slightly and your eyes flash momentarily.

Where does my heart beat now? I can't live without, without feeling it inside I've need someone to give my heart to

Oberyn’s imagination strolls off again at what you might be thinking about. He only comes back to himself as he hears someone saying his name. Mr Lane. It sounds as if it’s not the first time he’s said it. Shit.

Oberyn senses a dreadful feeling of his pants growing tight. And he feels the unmistakeable tingling of his cock making itself known.

I feel it getting stronger and stronger and stronger, yeah And I feel inside Hearts are made to last till the end of time

His cock is definitely growing harder and he can feel it pulsing to the beat of Celine’s song. Shit.

Ty is speaking now. “Mr Martell, would you join us to role-play out the scenario we’ve been discussing. Please come up to the front. Your partner will be --” and he said the worst possible choice for partner: your name.

Oberyn’s brain stops briefly. His cock is at full mast and he knows it’ll be visible through the soft linen pants he prefers to wear. There’s no way he should be standing up right now, in front of a room full of people at a fucking sexual harassment meeting of all times. With YOU.

He puts on his most sincere face and attempts sanity. “Mr Lane, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Ty’s eyes narrow. “Oberyn, you are here and participation is mandatory. Get up here.”

“Mr Lane….being reasonable, this isn’t something you really want me to do right now.”

“Martell. NOW.”

Oberyn sighs. “Alright. Just remember, this is what you wanted.”

He stands and walks to the space at the front of the room. Ty’s attention has turned to you now as you walk up to join Oberyn, so he misses seeing the obvious tent in Oberyn’s pants. As you and Oberyn reach the front together and turn to face your audience, a gasp breaks the silence and a few snorts erupt from those watching. Oberyn’s mouth half-lifts up in a smirk.

Ty is not having it.

“People, we are all adults and we are here for a reason. Settle down, please. You two,” He gestures to the two of you with an exasperated wave of his hand. “continue. Now.”

In the scenario you and Oberyn are attempting to recreate, one employee is making unwanted advances toward the co-worker. The other is supposed to be shutting it down and ending the interaction before reporting it to HR. Oberyn expected he would be taking the role of the unwanted aggressor, given his reputation, but you surprise him by immediately starting with that role. Forcing him to take the receiving role.

“Well, hell-oooo gorgeous, how have I never seen YOU around here before? Where have you been hiding this incredible body?” You step closer and riffle the collar of his shirt, which (as usual) was barely hanging on to his shoulders due to its missing top three buttons.

He’s stunned. He can’t tell if you’re just a very good actor, or if you’re being serious. He hopes it’s the latter. His cock desperately adds its vote for the latter too.

Ty is silently shooting daggers at Oberyn as he tries to catch up and deliver his expected lines. “uh, why, hello, I don’t really -”

You continue as if he hadn’t said a word, and take another step closer. “You know, it’s really a shame we don’t work in the same department. We could be spending a lot - more - time - together,” as your first two fingers walk down the front of his buttonband and pause just above his waistband.

Oberyn didn’t think it was possible but his cock is growing even harder. You’re up close in his space, he can smell the scent of your hair, and the gleam in your eyes is practically shouting at him to bed you. He’s so hard it aches. He can’t think straight. What have you done to him? He’s supposed to be the office rogue, but here you are practically fucking him with your eyes in front of a room full of people.

He takes a breath. Finds his control. Takes a step back and grasps your hand and gently moves it back down to your side.

He says the lines expected of him, “This is neither the time nor the place, and I’m afraid you are making me uncomfortable. Please stop.” His voice is serious, but his eyes are locked with yours in flirtatious challenge. His hand is still holding yours and he’s making no effort to let go now that the act is over.

You’ve both fallen silent, standing stock-still, your eyes are still locked onto each other. A frission passes between you and suddenly the tension ebbs as Ty’s voice floats out as if from a distance. “Finally, thank you. You may sit down now.”

You and Oberyn startle back to your senses with Ty’s voice. Your glance flickers down at Oberyn’s crotch and his cock jumps in response. Oberyn squeezes your hand with another smirk. You take the obvious invitation and practically drag Oberyn out the door by the hand. You’ve both bolted so quickly that the door slams and bangs back open, swaying with the breeze of your passing.

Ty stares after you, dumbfounded, while the remaining participants in the room are giggling and whispering amongst themselves.

Poor Mr Lane. He can’t decide whether to follow you both and start proceedings now, or let you get it out of your systems first. He shakes his head and shuffles his paperwork before sighing to himself, “fucking Martells.”

[sixteenthtry]

BEING AWAKE AT 4AM ON A SCHOOL NIGHT FINALLY DID ME GOOD

[reel-fear]

Genuinely so curious who Mike thinks is gonna be buying The Cage or the new DCTL GN bc with the way he tweets as far as he's concerned, it's not gonna be:

The queer people he has actively admitted he will never show any representation of in the games.

2. The POC he has actively fought against representing in his franchise. [Who he also mocked for thinking they would be represented in his franchise]

3. The Bendy fandom which has always been concerned with topics of diversity esp in the sense of queer people since its creation. Who he has responded to really poorly esp in regards to the GN.

4. The fans who critique him. [He blocked me for doing so lol]

5. His fans in general who he tweets about like this currently. [He's being vague about why people were mad at him or sent him 'nasty messages' because if you actually looked into why you'd see he was in the wrong. Either way, a very hateful way to speak abt ur own fanbase.]

Reminder while Mike is trash talking his fans he has always treated them rather poorly. The fans who won the fanart contest for Chapter 5 never got their posters actually in game due to it being rushed. Not only was chapter 5 a big slap to the face story wise, but it was literally so rushed he couldn't be bothered to add in the art his fans gave him for his game FOR FREE. [Meatly blames this on a crazy timeline, reminder him and Mike are the literal ceos of this company. The proposal of future updates here is also pretty cruel considering Mike nowadays happily admits he corrupted Chapter 5's source code and therefore literally can't update it At All currently. Because he is a moron]

At least they got to be in Boris and the dark survival, and by that I mean that was the Only game they got to be in so far, isn't that just treating your fans like you love them? Shoving their hard work into a spin off game almost nobody has played or addresses much. [Hell, who knows if with the Lone Wolf rebrand they'll even stay there. In which case they'll be in None of the games, only in the credits of BATIM]

6. The Bendy fans who just generally disagree with him on stuff. Like the new ink demon design where there is literally a public poll showing people generally prefer the old one.

7. The Bendy fans who can see he is actively lying to them. To their fucking faces.

He says this has always been the case, but screenshots and links to tweets regarding the books being canon prove it was not. Does he really think bendy fans are stupid or something? [Unless he's admitting here he lied to Kress when he told her the books were canon which sounds worse!]

8. Anyone who doesn't like the idea of giving money to a guy who laid off tons of employees then afterwards thought it was a great idea to express his anti-union views! Also brag about how good of an employer he was, according to his employees, he was not!

So in summary; Mike is an awful person who has not learned anything from the awful things he did. I will not be purchasing The Cage because, combined with this and his absolute refusal to take any kind of critique or see any differing interpretation of his franchise, I have no reason to think my problems with the franchise will ever be addressed or fixed. I probably will pirate The Cage along with any future Bendy Products [Including the movie] and will do my best to avoid giving it any kind of monetary support. Unless this changes any time soon, I can't see myself making anymore positive Bendy posts soon.

Mike has just managed to make it so hard to speak positively or optimistically of this franchise when he's so willing to broadcast how little he cares about it or its fans. I'm at the point where I refuse to pull any of my punches with my problems with it. What's the point of trying to play nice with my critique when either way the people creating it don't care?

So with this post, I want to invite anyone who feels similarly about the franchise to tell me, make a post or send an ask talking about how all of this makes you feel. It may not change how things are, but genuinely seeing other people share my feelings of anger makes me feel better. It feels nice to see when other people share our same concerns and worries. I'd also love to know if anyone else thinks they'll be avoiding purchasing Bendy products over this.

I'm not forcing anyone to participate in it nor trying to say anyone who doesn't supports mike but genuinely maybe if we can collectively decide to boycott things like the movie, graphic novel and The Cage... It might at least make the bendy devs acknowledge how much they have destroyed their own fandom's faith and trust in them.

The way Mike tweets about his actions like he had no control over why people were mad at him at least proves to me he takes NONE of it back nor regrets it. If you didn't know about his actions and only went off his tweets, you would be led to believe Mike has been needlessly picked apart by fans over things he couldn't control [or in his own words, had his words twisted and taken out of context]. That is not how you speak about your actions if you have actually learned better from them.

anyway, that has been my bendy dev callout post. This is an open invitation to anyone feeling similarly upset about the way the franchise is going to talk about it. It's genuinely nice to see how people feel about this and the more we talk about the more it's likely the bendy devs are forced to address our concerns. I don't think they will but hey, that's why I'm not gonna support them with my money anymore nor am I gonna be nice to them in any content I make critiquing Bendy. I mean I'm also basically making this post just in case anyone asks me Why I feel this way towards to bendy devs/as a way to respond to anyone who thinks I am too harsh in my critique in the future.

As always, it seems the best part of Bendy isn't actually anything about canon but about what the fan's are creating with the ideas Bendy failed to do anything interesting with.

Also the books, the books slap.

[mutopians]

having another one of those "we used to be so close and now it's like we're barely acquaintances" afternoons today

[loderlied]

sharing some thoughts about deactivating here because it’s been difficult pondering idk.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[a-really-bad-decision]

The fallout show isn’t NOT anticapitalist, but it’s anticapitalist in that way that a lot of recent media goes for, where it makes vague gestures towards ideas like ‘There Is Wealth Inequality, Perhaps’, or ‘maybe a few dozen people having more money than god Isn’t A Good Thing, Actually’. But ultimately it kinda just tiptoes around commenting on anything systemic by offloading the blame onto its shadowy cabal of the ultra-rich, and turning the wastelander underclass into a constant running joke that the audience is expected to laugh along at. Which like. Fine. That’s honestly more than I was expecting I guess. But bad-appling fallout feels like missing the point extra hard, given how much it absolves the US of its role in everything, up to and including literal nuclear armageddon

[hunsa-jars]

Dread be dreading

[butnotbubblegum]

using the tags to vent my current emotional state into the void bc ig story feels like a bad plan for this, read at your own risk.

[gu6chan]

Not to be dramatic and point fingers but why is it that the worst people with no respect towards art or anything that doesn't involve mindless consumption for "the lore" always have to be drakengard 3 and nier fans. like i don't even try to look and search for things to complain about regarding them but somehow every stupid fucking thing in this fanbase comes back to them

[girlivealwaysbean]

sometimes my bestfriend is like an angel in disguise istg

[llatimeria]

processed some trauma i think

[horrorwebs]

why are men literally the fucking worst