#presumed innocent spoilers

[jakegyllenbaalz]

jake gyllenhaal as rusty sabich (presumed innocent, 2024)

[det-loki]

hi hello, these are my thoughts from episode one of presumed innocent

!!!!spoilers below!!!!

• jake loml

• Jesus fucking christ that was a violent death

• Peter!

• ...what was this filmed on? there's a haze that I don't like, maybe it's me, wtf do I know

• you will TRY and be here for him ???

• oops nvm I should listen

• I love dad!jake

• the office politics here is so gross

• "Sounds like something I'd do. Sounds like something I'd enjoy." is a fucking INSANE thing to say oh my god

• this is that jake acting that I've been missing

• the jake gyllenhaal shower scene cinematic universe evolves

• tommy and nico are currently irritating

• michael, I'm a little worried about you bud

• I'm getting prisoners flashbacks with his pinky ring (I'm sorry)

• hey so I need jake and peter to keep working together again

• is he gonna break another mirror

• oh my god Barbara KNOWS?!

• lily! lily rabe! lily I love you!

• this is crazy, pun intended with patsy cline

• I am not gonna say a word (FUCK)

• *Trina Vega* Chicagooo Chicagoooooo

• I really don't like nico, I'm sorry

• I have those kitchen chairs lol

• Barbara is a saint, this is so difficult

• DONT STAY IN AN UNHAPPY MARRIAGE FOR YOUR KIDS, SINCERELY A CHILD OF DIVORCED PARENTS

• but Barbara and rusty seem like they can get through this? its only ep one, so much time to crumble

• jake filmed this after roadhouse and it shows :)

• tweddle dumb and tweedle dumber, iconic

• oh fuck

• oh fuck the fingerprints

• It's like I forgot the entire trailer lol

• Peter's line delivery on 'involved' is so good

• Pregnant!!

• Oh my god

• OH MY GOD

[toxicanonymity]

Presumed Innocent finale

I don't like this at all. I'm actually offended lol

I hate when a twist hinges on the main character having been using Hollywood level acting skills all along

[hollywoodalreadydidit]

Presumed Innocent Episode 8 - The Verdict Review *Spoilers* The season finale of #PresumedInnocent manages to both honor the original book/film ending and create its own lane to perfectly stick the landing.  Bravo. #TVTime #PresumedInnocentSpoilers

[icedteaandoldlace]

The funny thing about Presumed Innocent is,

if it had been an episode of Murder She Wrote, I would've clocked the wife as the killer IMMEDIATELY. But because of the type of movie that it is and because there's so much corruption being uncovered all throughout the film, I was expecting the outcome of the case to be much bigger and more convoluted. You're expecting there to be a big moment where all the dots finally connect and everything fits together in a big tangled web, and instead it's just a bunch of awful people being awful in their own ways, and the killer isn't mixed up in any of their nonsense, she's just a jealous wife who went way off the deep end, and she gets away with it because everyone's so hellbent on convicting a killer fast for political reasons,—and on covering their own asses—that no one even thinks to look into the partners of any of the men the victim was sleeping with.

[charliehoennam]

Yes girl preach!

I think Carolyn made many enemies within her circle so the possibilities are endless here. But I would like to add to the first theory though (unsolicited I know but forgive me 🙏🏽) spoilers ahead!

I personally think it would be far more interesting if Barbara is the one. Im low-key hoping she is and that the only reason she's sticking by Rusty's side is to have a front row seat to his demise. She's stuck the knife in and now she's watching it twist slowly during the trial. If she is guilty, however, I think they might probably build it up in the last episode of the first season and end it with all eyes turning to her in the end of the episode to have that cliff hanger for the second season (if there really is one).

As for tommy, I initially thought the same thing at first but when the fire poker ended up in his place, it kinda doesn't fit? Unless it's someone who found it and is trying to intimidate him with it? Idk but it would be interesting to see the case towards to him as a possible suspect!

As for watching it again, I don't think I would want to. I mean, I barely wanna watch it now because Rusty's cheating ass slightly triggers my daddy issues 😂 and every episode makes my blood boil with rage

So I HAVE to ask!!! What's your thoughts on presumed innocent?!?

HI!!! my thoughts are i love this show because it's so good and i hate this show because it's so good. it's so stressful, i don't even know how i'll survive the finale! but it's so good. my favourite part has to be the way the trailers told us so much yet so little and how most of the more important scenes came up in the first 2-3 episodes so we've had a lot more to discover with the rest of the episodes! so much is intertwined too and the editing is really good. how they transition and/or focus on different characters after important scenes and dialogues is so! wow! i mean, how was i going to hate this? we've seen jake's ass more in this one series than in the last decade. we have been BLESSED. i would have been satisfied with just jake standing there and looking hot with his glasses but the show is really good. the cast is so strong! the story too. i really love it! i don't think it's something i will gravitate towards after it ends, i don't see myself wanting to binge watch this heavy and stressful show on a random tuesday, but there are certain scenes i'll enjoy watching just for the fun of it. i do want to watch it again, but it's certainly not an easy watch. i will definitely miss having new jake content every week and having something to haunt my thoughts in between episodes!

i have so many thoughts about who could have done it, i'll put them under the read more. but i'm curious to hear your thoughts, anon!!! have you watched the show or did you wait to binge all of it before/after the finale? do you have theories??? let me know!!! 🥰💖

i don't know if you're asking about who i think is responsible for carolyn's murder, but i'll just keep on rambling about it. i've stated multiple times how i fall into every single trap they set up before me. i hope it's barbara. she would be the most logical choice although i have no idea how they will target her since she's been so meticulously kept out of people's minds. not a single person accuses the wife who was cheated on for months perhaps longer? who's husband would not hesitate to dump their family to start one with the woman he loves (who CLEARLY does not love him back)? like why? if it was the other way around, with the wife having an affair and killing the other person the husband would be the FIRST SUSPECT. i don't know. it's like the way the show is edited points at barbara yet no one in the room dares to even consider her as an option. it's giving fake feminism as in "women are all fragile and tiny and weak they can't commit bad things". is she going to call herself up to the witness stand like "the people call me hehe" and just go "i kill that woman because my husband fucked her and i want to ruin my husband's life too with this gruesome murder". if she did... absolute boss. i love barbara.

my second theory is tommy. something something he was in love with carolyn she hated him he knew rusty was having an affair with her AND rusty had the job he wanted (and that carolyn wanted as well, sorry for not believing you right away rusty but you were right about that xoxo). easy peasy lemon squeezy. he could have killed two birds with one stone (or well, one fire poker). it would not be as satisfying as barbara, but satisfying nonetheless. this man who is going mad trying to accuse rusty being the one who did it all along? nico would lose his shit eating grin. and they have initiated that possibility with eugenia explaining how the only complaint ever made by barbara was towards him. the door is slightly more open for tommy than it is for barbara.

any other option, to me, sounds less exciting. rusty? pointless. 8 pointless episodes just for him to go "teehee i killed her bc i got angry snap snap <3 but if i had known she was pregnant with my baby i would have hit her with a proposal not a fire poker :(". carolyn's ex-husband? boring. it would be less boring if SOMEONE OTHER THAN RUSTY had started to dig around on carolyn like hello? her son's messed up and she's got no contact with him, the husband looks depressed as fuck. someone! should! have! pushed! this! i'm not just saying this because i disliked carolyn from the start and i made it very clear she was creeping me out, but also because it's so strange how no one is digging deeper about this (the same way no one is thinking of the possibility of barbara doing it). liam reynolds or brian ratzer? so boring. the kids??? hmm. creepy. michael is a strange one, looking up sketchy crime websites to keep up with his mother and THE bunny davis case in particular is... interesting... could the dad have killed her in a fit of rage (he is also capable of snapping! like rusty! carolyn had a type apparently) and the son visited the scene quickly after to finish the job and make her look like the bunny davis case he studied with such interest? hmm. disturbing. but. kyle and jaden are also interesting, kyle has his father's temper and he's a mama's boy. jaden cares so much for her father who's she's really close to. but i don't really think jaden would do this. the kids would be interesting but again, very disturbing.

SO MANY THEORIES AND POSSIBILITIES. i hope it's barbara i want it to be barbara. raymond can give her his title. barbara "the slay" sabich. it has a ring to it.

[when-did-this-become-difficult]

shoutout to jake gyllenhaal getting choked and loving it

[watatsumiis]

wow the justice system in fontaine really rubs me the wrong way what the fuck

edit: FREE MY MAN BAPTISTE HE DID NO WRONG

[muninnhuginn]

ngl mix of annoyed at myself and at the show for that doorway shot that made it look like tianxi was the one to pass on the photo because I knew that clothes-wise tianxi didn't fit at all but I really thought they wouldn't mislead so drastically with such a crucial shot. it would have been so so easy to just either not show a close-up of the face or to just have the reddish eyes showing through the shadow if they wanted to be ambiguous but instead they actively drew it to be tianxi with the fringe and the eyelashes that male characters pretty much never get. but like. at the same time, once it was confirmed that tianxi is mentally much younger than she seems her justification for taking liu min's phone dries up somewhat. if she's older 'mentally' it makes sense as blackmail or a get out of jail card, but we've actively seen tianxi *at* the age she's stuck at and she was in no way manipulative enough to even think of that kinda thing

[anunusers]

Sort of not really but still SPOILER ALERT - Presumed Innocent

you know that part where Barbara asks Rusty if that how sex was with Carolyn and Rusty seems to get almost irritated with the question??? That shit got to me that’s really how it is when you get cheated on.

I remember when my partner cheated and everything little thing would trigger me into asking if that’s how it was with the girl. Anything new that he was doing or when we were first intimate after the whole thing, I wasn’t 100% there because all you can thing about is if this what the other girl was getting from him.

Idk it was a random thought lmao show has me feeling some type of way

obsessed with Jake in this role 😮‍💨

[familyabolisher]

I've walked past the Barbie branded selfie booth, sat through the reel of old commercials that precede the previews, and watched Margot Robbie learn to cry, and I’m still not sure what “doing the thing and subverting the thing,” which Greta Gerwig claimed as the achievement of Barbie in a recent New York Times Magazine profile, could possibly mean. This was the second Gerwig profile the magazine has run. I wrote the first one, in 2017, which in hindsight appears like a warning shot in a publicity campaign that has cemented Gerwig’s reputation as so charming and pure of heart that any choice (we used to call them compromises) she makes is justified, a priori, by her innocence. This is a strange position for an adult to occupy, especially when the two-hour piece of branded content she is currently promoting hinges on a character who discovers that her own innocence is the false product of a fallen world. But—spoiler alert!—the point of Barbie’s “hero’s journey” is less to reconcile Barbie to death than to reconcile the viewer to culture in the age of IP.

“Doing the thing and subverting the thing”: I haven’t finished working out the details, but I think the rough translation would be Getting rich and not feeling feel bad about it. (Or, for the viewer: Having a good time and not feeling bad about it.) One must labor under a rather reduced sense of the word “subvert” to be impressed with poking loving fun at product misfires such as Midge (the pregnant Barbie), Tanner (the dog who poops), and the Ken with the earring, especially given that the value of all these collectors’ items has, presumably, not decreased since the film opened. Barbie may feature a sassy tween sternly informing Robbie’s Stereotypical Barbie that the tiny-waisted top-heavy billion-dollar business she represents has made girls “feel bad” about themselves, but if anyone uttered the word “anorexia,” I missed it. (There was a reason Todd Haynes told the story of Karen Carpenter’s life and death with Barbies, and it wasn’t because an uncanny piece of molded plastic has the magical power to resolve the contradictions of girlhood and global capitalism.) There’s a bit about Robbie going back into a box in the Mattel boardroom, but Barbies aren’t made in an executive suite; they come from factories in China. On the one hand, it’s weird for a film about a real-world commodity to unfold wholly in the realm of ideas and feelings, but then again, that’s pretty much the definition of branding. Mattel doesn’t care if we buy Barbie dolls—they’re happy to put the word “Barbie” on sunglasses and T-shirts, or license clips from the movie for an ad for Google. OK, here’s my review: When Gerwig first visited Mattel HQ in October 2019, the company’s stock was trading at less than twelve dollars a share. Today the price is $21.40. 

Christine Smallwood, Who Was Barbie?

[singleactionjack]

Mh wilds spoilers

I'm genuinely surprised how frequent it seems people are misrepresenting Nata's character arc and saying that they don't like him, every time it feels like they're actively leaving something out. I don't know if it's a lack of critical thinking or failure of narrative comprehension but idk

Like, it's not the most well written dialog but I think the kid has a pretty fleshed out set of motivations, his arc makes sense and none of it felt rushed to me.

Like, kid is in an isolated secret civilization, he doesn't know shit, he seems almost too innocent to be informed of anything. The most he seems to know is that monsters are dangerous, which seems very informed by his experiences in the intro. He doesn't know shit, his village is attacked by a terrifying creature he doesn't know much about, and his elder pushes him out of the village to "find help". His only community being presumably destroyed, everyone he cares about presumed dead, as a kid seemingly no older than 12 or something.

He gets picked up by hunters from the West or whatever, and they start an expedition to the forbidden lands because this kid is the first proof that there is /any/ civilization out there, and this traumatized child is having to be a part of this expedition because he's the only one alive they know who has any knowledge of the land. But the fucked up part is, he doesn't really know the land.

He spent the last few days (?) running scared out of his mind, luckily avoiding anything too particularly dangerous, across lands so large and dense the player needs a super fast dinosaur to navigate. The kid doesn't know much of anything about the land, only hoping he recognizes enough of the way out to see the way back home.

So you have a kid who's scared shitless, having to help an expedition to his home that /no one else/ knows about, through lands he doesn't know anything about, with the implicit expectation that his entire people are dead at the hands of a creature that still lingers in his nightmares. The glimpses of the brutality of Arkveld still plastered in his mind. And it seems until he travels with Alma and the player, this brutality has no context.

As he follows along with the party, he starts to see reasons for the behavior of monsters (which is probably subtly indicating that his home isn't a place where regular monsters live) He sees an ecosystem thriving, a cycle of life and death, things doing things to survive. This further stokes the growing hatred he has, survivors guilt and thinking he's the last survivor of Arkveld. He thinks his people are probably gone, and he can't see any reason why a creature would do that. Narratively, Arkveld isn't a Monster™️, but a Monster, who does things out of maliciousness, cruelty, with no rhyme or reason.

Later, Nata and friends actually spot his White Wraith, attacking the Apexes, draining power from Rey Dau. In this part of the story, this "Villain Arkveld" conceptualization is firm in his mind, a target of revenge for his fallen kin. He is too weak to enact any meaningful revenge, just wishing to stop Arkveld from hurting anyone else in the way his people were hurt. The Hunters he's with prevent him from doing anything reckless, but he's fully in the fuck Arkveld club.

All the while, he's still a child. Optimistic, still has hope. They're able to actually find his home, in Sild, and he (despite really thinking everyone would be dead) still calls out for Tasheen. He hopes that someone else survived the horrors he was saved from. And lo and behold, Tasheen lives, among many others. His people weren't wiped out, many did survive. Tasheen then does something that changes Nata's path directly.

Tasheen tells Nata about his people and their actual purpose/role as the ones who reside and look over this land filled with guardians, artificial monster shaped constructs who only exist to be tools for a civilization that no longer exists. And that the "White Wraith" was simply one of these creations who was behaving erratically, unable to be controlled.

Tasheen specifically does this reveal in combination with celebrating Nata for successfully escaping and getting help as something they were not supposed to be able to do. The people in Sild weren't supposed to be able to leave really, bound by duty and second hand shame from a civilization that no longer exists, but Nata was freed from that cycle of imprisonment.

In doing all this, Tasheen gives purpose for Arkveld AND Nata. No longer just a child, he was supposed to be one of these protectors. Arkveld, no longer a creature without direction, but a guardian who is acting strangely.

This information is given to him with the explicit understanding that Nata's purpose (as ascribed to him) isn't set in stone, and by him leaving and finding help he has already been given agency to be his own person and make choices his people could/would not. In this part of the narrative, the vengeance seeking Nata is largely replaced with concerned curiosity. He knows /what/ Arkveld is, but not why it's doing what it's doing.

They eventually discover a reason why. Arkveld, seemingly too powerful a construct, is attempting to revert to it's original status as the wyvern it was before extinction. Trying to engage in the behaviors it knows it should do, either from instincts or seeing other monsters in the wild. Predation, subsistence. Arkveld, as an extinct predator reinvented, has all the tools to hunt but not all the tools to survive, leading to it seemingly rampaging in acts of violence as it attempts to overcorrect by eating and hunting despite not needing to.

When Nata understands this, his perspective on Arkveld is informed and he becomes very sympathetic to it. It isn't the monster he was lead to believe. It's a creature who's agency was taken from it, that found freedom and sought to behave in a way it felt right over what it was predestined to do. In a very literal sense, Arkveld and Nata /ARE/ the same. Both are children of the ancient civilization, given purpose by people who no longer exist. They are both given opportunity to understand the outside world, and in doing so are given chances to make choices for themselves. If Nata decided to stay in Sild once he knew people were safe, this wouldn't be the case. He was given opportunity to do more and see more and he took it because his horizons were broadened. By Arkveld's attack both of them were unchained by fate.

Nata at this point starts to truly empathize with Arkveld for two reasons: one being the stuff listed above, but also his learned understanding of the ecosystem. Arkveld is just doing what any other monsters are doing. He's seen several environments where the monsters fight and struggle for survival. Arkveld is textually (for Nata) really "just like him frfr". Steeped in wylk, finally able to see the sun, able to eat the cheese (animal flesh) and be their own person.

When it is deemed Arkveld has overcorrected and is too dangerous for the ecosystem, Nata objects, but he does so purely from empathy. Before Arkveld had no purpose in its cruelty, now its cruelty is somewhat overstated and its purpose is no different from anything else. Why must it die for doing what everything else does? Why must it die when it was finally free?(Like Nata himself has come to recognize in himself)

It's very straightforward honestly. None of his arc feels rushed, he is a scared and traumatized boy who is then given new information and hope, and that hope informs his empathy. It's like if a kid grew up in a cult and his whole family got attacked by a knife guy ™️, they escape into the outside world to find out that Knife Guy was actually kidnapped and kept in his cult family basement. Knife Guy only did what they did to escape but now they're too maladjusted to society to not be knife guy other places. I'd probably feel bad for Knife Guy ™️ too if I was the kid who escaped.

[det-loki]

Rusty might have done this!!! But hear me out!!! What about the wife??? Ehhh maybe!! But Tommy is also so suspicious acting for some reason 😮

My mind tonight!!

Rusty 60%

Barbara 40%

Tammy 60%

agree agree agreeee!!! but I'm not so sure on tommy having anything to do with it, but!!! he could definitely have motive for wanting to take rusty out. barbara as well! we shall see!

[silkscream]

creation myth

ੈ✩ caleb (xia yizhou) x reader

ੈ✩ tags: based on caleb's myth and set a little after they escape the lab, lads spoilers? i guess?, afab gender neutral reader, unprotected sex, virginity loss, fingering, oral sex, handjobs, they are icky gooey romantic, religious imagery duh

ੈ✩ wc: 3.2k

ੈ✩ a/n: xia yizhou im sooooo drunk. xia yizhouuuuuuuuuu

divider by omi-resources

When Eve was born, she was close to Adam’s heart. Under the aorta, surrounded by pumping blood. Cut out of his rib – a part of him.

Similarly, you are a part of Caleb. Sometimes, it feels like you only exist within his context. 

Seeing him again had evoked the memory of soft grass and violet skies, the juices of summer fruit dripping down your chin. You say his name in your head and think of it. It feels like your first memory. The first thing beyond clinical white walls and the harsh rubble of a battlefield. 

When Caleb saves you and teaches you what it means to lie with another human being, you drown yourself in all of it. All the affection, all the dopamine. You feel the sun on your skin and it feels like being kissed a thousand times over.

Caleb teaches you about affection very slowly. There’s hand-holding, his thumb caressing your palm. Forehead kisses.

For people who share a close bond, a kiss on any part of their body can be seen as a sign of affection.

It takes him almost two months to kiss you on the mouth. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it. He dreamt of your mouth often, but that was something he kept to himself. It’d be humiliating to tell you how much he thought about the image of you biting into a ripe fruit. The pink pout of your mouth. How much that vision would haunt him even before the two of you had escaped the lab. 

You’re so eager about kissing him that it genuinely disorients him. Your small hands always grip some part of him – his shirt, his hair. Your kisses over the past few months have gotten longer. 

Your touch is the only thing that reminds him he’s not a cold, mechanical weapon. Blood flows through his veins, hard. It feels so good with you. Too good.

He can’t help the rush of blood that floods downward when he thinks about you. Can’t help the feeling when you linger a little too long near his neck. He’s had to scold you for biting the skin next to his jugular, your hands pawing too eagerly at his body like an overexcited puppy.

Caleb likes to calm you down with other indulgences. Swimming is one of them, but you insist on being naked. Cutting pieces of fruit has been good, as long as he doesn’t watch the way your mouth moves as you eat it.

You learn easily. You’re too observant in a way that infuriates him. It’s been months and you’ve memorized all the reactions he has to your touch. You know that the two of you share a close bond because of what he lets you get away with. Kisses on the mouth have gotten to be so much that he has to hold himself back. You notice this. So you play with him. 

You’ve been camping out at your current cabin for over a month. It’s the longest you and Caleb have stayed somewhere. Both of you have come to the unspoken conclusion that you might stay there long term, considering it was an open cabin and there hadn’t been any threats to you both since you first found it.

It’s summer again. Not like it was when you had first remembered it. You and Caleb have traveled far since your escape, far enough that the climate has changed to something more barren. Dryer. Gone are the nights with fireflies and long grass. The two of you are lucky that the cabin you found is near a river. Despite this, the environment isn’t the same. 

It’s fucking hot. Which is why you wear less clothing, opting for nakedness around the house if there’s not much to do. Caleb doesn’t protest, even though he knows damn well that the sight of you has his blood pumping harder towards his dick. The look in your eyes is too innocent. You don’t know any better, he presumes, and he can live with that. Anything to make you feel comfortable in the first year of your life outside of the labs.

It’s an afternoon in July and you’ve gone for a swim. Caleb hates to leave you alone but decides to do it that morning after you stubbornly refuse to wake up early. 

Going into town for some supplies. Be good.

And you are. You prepare some food for later and go for a swim in the river. You’re draped in linens by the time he comes back. 

When he sits up on the bed you share, you settle in his lap without asking. He stiffens, but his hands still automatically go to your waist, circling your sides softly. 

You lean in to give him a wet kiss, more passionate and practiced than before. You’ve gotten better – you were much shyer, more naive a few months ago. Now, you’re more deliberate with your affection. Kisses on the mouth for reassurance. Teeth on his neck when you want something. 

When you nip him, he huffs. 

“What is it? Are you still angry that I didn't take you with me?” He raises a brow.

You shrug, mumble something unintelligible. 

“Can’t I just kiss you? I’m showing affection. Because I like you.”

“I know you like me,” he chuckles, “you don’t have to keep doing it.”

You frown slightly. “But it feels like —”

He raises a brow. “Feels like what?”

“Like you’re not… getting it,” you mutter petulantly. “Like something’s missing.”

It’s Caleb’s turn to frown this time. He caresses your cheek softly with callused fingertips. 

“What do you mean? I kiss you back. Love kissing you back.”

But I want more, you want to scream. You don’t know what more is, though. There are times you get too caught up together, when his tongue prods between the seam of your lips. You always remember the faint flame that seems to ignite whenever things go a little too far. It’s tantalizing warmth, wetness in between your legs.

Your yearning turns to desperation. Your eyes are big and wide as you plead with him silently, unable to form words. 

“Caleb…”

“Yeah, honey?”

“Call me something else.”

“Like what? Your name?”

“No. Like in the pictures we watch.”

The movies. Caleb smiles softly. He supposes he spoils you too much by taking you to see them once a week, but he can’t help it. Each time, he loves to see your face from the side, the way your eyes glow in awe at the lives of humans on screen. They’re ancient fairy tales to the both of you. Despite his cynicism, he can’t take that away from you.

“What? Like baby?”

“Y-Yeah,” you mumble.

“You want me to call you that?”

“It sounds nice,” you huff. “But if it’s weird, you don’t have to –”

“Okay,” he sighs. “Okay, baby.”

He rubs his thumb over your jaw and you preen to his touch immediately, like an eager cat. 

“Kiss,” you mumble.

You’ve been saying this a lot lately. Less as a question, more of a demand. Caleb can never deny you.

He slots his mouth with yours and you respond in kind. It’s soft, like the waves kissing the tide, until it’s not. He feels your tongue tease his mouth with an unexpected aggression and he jolts in surprise. 

Where the hell did you learn that?

“Baby–” he mumbles, but he cuts himself off with a strangled noise. Your tongue is in his mouth again. Naively, bravely. Full of intent.

He can’t help but groan. He can feel blood rushing to his cock already.

He should stop you. He really should. But he doesn’t. It’s not like he’s felt this kind of affection with anyone else, either. He’d been less sheltered than you, for sure, but he doesn’t have the experience to withdraw. He’s too selfish. He’s been waiting for you for so fucking long.

So, he mirrors your intensity. Pulls lightly at your clothes out of eagerness. You tug your sleeves off until your robe drapes halfway down your back. His eyes widen as he pulls back to see the curve of your breasts.

Desire consumes the both of you. While he’s frozen, you attempt to take matters in your own hands by grinding against his clothed cock.

“H-Hey –”

“That feels good, right?” you breathe. “F-Feels good for me…”

“Baby,” he pants, “we should probably – hah – stop…”

“Why?” you pout. Your mouth glistens with sweat. Or is it spit? “Want to feel good. Want you to feel… good…”

Caleb groans. He can’t push you away, not when you’re in his lap like this. He attempts to satiate you by kissing the corner of your mouth. You whine when he pulls away. 

“Where are you going?”

“Nowhere, I just —”

“Don’t wanna kiss me anymore?” You look up at him with wide, wet eyes. Seeing the curve of your mouth makes his skin burn hot. 

“Of.. of course I do. But–”

“You said kissing is a sign of affection,” you mumble. “Anywhere, if \we’re close. And we’re super close, I think, soooo…”

His breath hitches when your hand grazes his clothed cock. Your eyes lower as you bite your bottom lip. Almost instinctively, you palm him with a little more pressure. Enough to make him gasp.

He whispers your name shakily and you take it as encouragement. You free his cock from his shorts and lick the tip, kissing it down to his shaft gently as you revel in the way he shudders.

“Fuck,” he gasps, “you gotta stop–”

You whimper. Your breath on his bare cock makes him shiver. You want to kiss him all over. 

The way he responds makes heat rise in your body. It’s unfamiliar but it feels good. You want more of it. When you sit up to look at him, he captures your mouth in a feverish kiss. You can’t help but fall forward, bracing yourself with your hands on his shoulders while your core is slotted right above his aching cock. 

You rub against him and he moans. It’s like nothing you’ve ever heard from him before.

“That feel good?” you whisper.

“Y-Yeah– oh, shit,” he gasps. 

You mewl, grinding against him as you kiss him once more. Every touch point with Caleb feels electric. He bites down on your bottom lip and you make a small noise of surprise. He finally pulls away to look down at you, pupils swollen at his eyes settle on your chest.

His mouth descends to lick around your nipples, making you gasp and moan like he’s never heard before. The air around you feels so hot that you could melt into a puddle. 

“Nnn – Caleb,” you whine. “More…”

“Mm, more what, honey?”

“Dunno,” you huff, your eyes wet. “More… it hurts…”

You’re referring to the throbbing in between your legs. He knows this. When his fingers brush over your swollen clit, you hiss.

“Hah–”

“Yeah,” he sighs, “Feels nice, hm? Right here?” 

He continues his ministrations on your bud. Watches you moan until you let out a choked gasp from his fingers prodding the inside of your pussy. You’re flooded by fullness, all around you. 

“Oh, Caleb,” you gasp, “that’s –”

“Too much?”

“Nnn – feels good –”

You blush at the sound of squelching from below you. You’re so wet – wetter than when you’ve ever prodded yourself late at night out of curiosity while he sleeps beside you. 

“Hey,” his voice snaps you out of your fever dream desires, “Lay back for me, sweetheart.”

You obey, whining when he pulls his fingers out of you. He pries your legs apart and nips at your supple thighs. When he lowers his head to lick at your slit, your kitten-soft mewl has his cock throbbing against the mattress.

He fills you with his digits again, groaning as your walls welcome him easily. You’re silky and wet inside, smooth like a river bed. The way he eats your pussy is fucking obscene. You grasp the locks of his dark hair to stay grounded to Earth.

“Caleb,” you whimper, pulling his hair. His violet eyes flicker with something darker, something you’ve only seen when he’s competitive. His expression as he sucks on your clit is something else entirely, a version of him slowly unfurling with precedent desire. Something new blooms in your core. Pink-slippered, kissed by the paradise of his mouth.

The sensation in combination with his fingers pumping inside of you is so much that you don’t even register the build up. Your orgasm hits you like an exploding star. It feels as destructive as it is beautiful. You feel rebirthed, almost.

Your hips are still stuttering as he slides up to caress your jaw and kiss you all over your face. Without thinking, your hand extends to brush over the bulge in his slacks, making him groan in surprise.

“What are you doing?” he husks.

“Does it feel good? Your face is warm like mine…”

“Y-Yeah..” His breathing picks up rapidly as he watches you shyly unzip him. His cock is heavy in your hands. You thumb over his leaking tip and your breath hitches when he involuntarily bucks into your hand.

You’re mesmerized by his reactions. You’ve never seen him want so much in the time you’ve been with him. Your stomach churns knowing that all of it is directed at you. 

His hand helps your smaller one pump his shaft. When he feels you grind against his thigh, he moans.

“Please,” you whine pathetically. You could cry from how much you ache for him, your cunt fluttering around nothing. “Need –”

“Need me to fuck you?” he mumbles. He thinks of covering your eyes when you watch movies together. How he taught you how to kiss properly.

Caleb has thought about this exact moment ever since. He’s afraid to take from you when everything else has been taken from you, too. But your eyes are wet and wide, begging for him. As touch-starved as both of you were since childhood, perhaps you both deserve this.

He rolls you over and undresses himself entirely, slotting in between your legs. He bites back a groan when his cock presses against your wet heat. Ever since he took you with him, he’s wanted to be good and selfless. Didn’t want to ruin you just because he wanted you for himself.

This is the first time he decides to be selfish.

He eyes you warily as if to ask permission. You nod, legs tightening around his waist.

When he pushes into you, his mind goes blank. He’s never felt anything so warm in his life. It feels like sinking into the unknown – bliss flooding his insides once he bottoms out. 

“Shit,” he mutters.

“I’m –” you gasp, overwhelmed, “Do I feel good?”

He chuckles. Kisses both your cheeks, then your forehead. “Yeah. Amazing. You’re so tight.”

His voice makes you blush even more. Your core stings with an unfamiliar sensation but it’s a pain you don’t entirely mind. Like pressing down a bruise. He cradles you in his arms as he moves slowly and the pain turns to pleasure.

Caleb can’t help but fuck you in earnest. There are tears in your eyes but your moans are turning him on even more. Fuck, he really can’t help it. You’re all he’s ever wanted.

He gets rougher as he kisses you, tongue heavy in your mouth. Biting at your lower lip hungrily. His forbidden fruit. Your body welcomes him like a flower opening up to the sun.

“Caleb,” you moan. The first name you’ve ever known, even before your own. “Caleb –”

He mumbles into your shoulder in between thrusts. Pants your name and I love you in different breaths like a mantra.

Your back arches as he reaches somewhere deep inside you that you’ve never touched yourself. Your thighs are shaking and it almost alarms him until he lifts his head from the crook of your neck.

He wishes he could take a picture of your face right now.

“Keep doing that, mmnn –” you breathe. “Feels good… I…”

“You like it?” he rasps.

“Yes, yes –”

“Tell me, baby.”

“Love it,” you moan, “Love you. Love you so much –”

God, he could cum right now. His cock twitches as you clench around him.

“You’re perfect, shit. It’s you and me. Always, okay?”

“You and me –”

You cum so hard that the world around saturates with vibrance. Your eyes are screwed shut, phosphenes like shooting stars in your lids. Flung into space with his wings enveloping you with love.

“Oh, God, you look –” he pants, his eyes blown wide. “I love you, fuck!”

You feel his warmth flood your insides like syrup. You sigh into each other’s mouths. Unspoken love letters.

Caleb collapses beside you, chest heaving, one arm draped protectively across your middle. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin as your breathing gradually slows. The afternoon light filters through threadbare curtains, casting golden stripes across your intertwined bodies.

"You okay?" he whispers, pressing his lips to your temple.

You nod, unable to form words yet. Everything feels different now—your body, the air between you, the very cabin itself. The universe has shifted on its axis.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice carries a hint of worry.

You turn to face him, your nose brushing against his. "No. It was... perfect." The word feels inadequate for what just happened, but language fails you.

He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, violet eyes searching yours. "You're perfect," he murmurs. His thumb traces the curve of your bottom lip, and you can't help but catch it gently between your teeth.

"Careful," he warns playfully, but his eyes darken again.

“We should do it again.”

He laughs, the sound warm against your skin.  “Already? You’re insatiable.”

“Maybe.”

"Give me a minute to recover, honey."

You hum contentedly, stretching like a cat in sunlight. Every nerve ending in your body feels alive, sensitized. The places where his hands touched you still tingle with phantom sensation.

"I didn't know it could be like that," you whisper, tracing the line of his collarbone with your finger. "All this time, I felt something was missing. I mean, it was you. Obviously. But this feels like… more."

Caleb's fingers trace the notches of your spine, counting each vertebra like precious stones. You shiver under his touch, still sensitive from before.

"I used to dream about your skin," he confesses, voice barely above a whisper. "Back in the lab. What it’d be like to touch you. How it felt to touch you the one time I held your hand in the field when we escaped the first time.”

“And now you have me.”

“Mhm.”

“Took you so long to kiss me though. I’m sure Caleb from a year ago would have a heart attack if he saw us now.”

Caleb's expression softens, vulnerability painting his features in a way you've rarely seen. "I wanted to give you time. Let you discover the world first."

"You are my world," you say simply. It’s so easy for you to say that it pains him. It sounds naive. He’d warn you of it if he didn’t feel the exact same.

“So are you. This is our little galaxy.” 

“Our little galaxy," you repeat, rolling the words over your tongue like a prayer.

You nestle against him, fitting perfectly in the curve of his body. The cabin creaks around you, a protective shell against the barren landscape outside. In here, you've created something lush and verdant—an Eden of your own making.

[hollywoodalreadydidit]

Presumed Innocent Episode 4 - The Burden Review *Spoilers* Rusty's explosive anger takes front stage, as Tommy and Nico share some very damning new evidence.

[nishayuro]

Dr.Stone Stanley Snyder’s S/O getting harassed by Ibara

A/N: I am back…? Idk i’m trying to get out of a writer’s block again. Been playing a LOT of Minecraft! Me and my friends made a Dr.Stone realms and I’m playing as Xeno lmaoo, we are recreating KoS and the American colony’s base (its big as fuck????) anyways, here’s the prompt I wrote and special thanks to @animeotakuf0rlife for sending in this ask and furthering the idea! I accidentally deleted the ask when I was layouting this post 😭

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warning: Manga spoilers, harassment, Ibara himself should be a warning, violence, use of guns,

Fem!reader (or Fem presenting, reader will be called a girl, use of they/them is still present but Ibara will refer to reader as she/her)

With society back up and running again faster after the moon mission’s success, people have been getting revived left and right. You were part of the American colony back before the 2nd petrification happened and was revived to help out with the rocket for the mission. As time passed, you grew closer with the members of the Kingdom of Science, they’d tell you all about the adventures they’ve been on, sailing the world, and the fights they faced before they set foot to America. You learned that a lot of the kingdom’s members were once their enemy, like Tsukasa, Hyoga, Moz, Kirisame, and others. Quite ironic because at some point, you were also their enemy.

When the people of Treasure Island visited Japan, Kohaku and the others were furious to see a tall, middle aged man with a weird goatee. “Oi! What is Ibara doing unpetrified?!” Ginro exclaimed, pointing at the man with fear. “When did this happen?!” Chrome added, also shocked to see the guy. “Who’s that?” you asked Ryusui who was next to you in the docks, helping unload cargo. “Ibara. The biggest enemy when we were at Treasure island.” he said, voice was void of its usual cheer.

“I’m so sorry! One of the newly depetrified islanders thought he was another innocent person. He’s been tame lately after revival and kind of helping around. But we couldn’t leave him at the island, who knew what he’d do without us to guard him?” A bald man, who you presume is Soyuz from what the others have described, said. You looked up at this Ibara man and saw that he was already looking at you, for some reason, you felt a chill down your spine. “It’d be best if you stayed away from him, y/n.” Ryusui warned, you nodded. “Y/N! Xee needs you in the lab.” your boyfriend, Stanley called out to you. “Oh, alright. Bye guys! Doc called.” you bid farewell, glancing at Ibara who was still eyeing you.

Stanley, who decided to assist in the unloading of the cargo, was approached by Ryusui. “Hey, Stanley!” the sailor called, “I’d look out for that man, Ibara, if I were you. He doesn’t have a good track record.” Ryusui informed. “Huh, why?” answered Stanley. “He petrified their island’s leader and tricked everyone in the island. He has harassed multiple women when the “harem selection” was happening in the island. He’s not one to respect women. And from the looks of it, he has his eyes on Y/N. My sailor’s intuition is never wrong!” Ryusui explained. That made the soldier’s eyes darken. “I need info on the enemy.” Stanley said, to which Ryusui told him everything.

Ibara claimed to have changed his ways, now that everything was too much for him to understand, he claimed to not have interest in ruling the world anymore, which was met by doubts, yet he was still tasked to help around the area with small work. He seemed okay at first, no incidents, no bad things. Your interactions with him were normal to a fault; he seemed friendly, too friendly. You still kept interactions with him brief, remembering what Ryusui and the others told you.

One afternoon in the lab, the science team and Stanley were working on an experiment, Stanley there as the “bodyguard” and you as Xeno’s assistant, like you were back in the modern day. “Y/N, mind grabbing some materials from the storage? Here’s the list.” Xeno asked, handing you a piece of paper. “Sure, I'll be back shortly.” you said, walking out of the lab and towards the storage area, you didn’t realise that Ibara was near and saw you walk into an empty room and decided to follow you. As you were gathering the materials, you heard the door open, revealing the tall man. “Oh, Ibara-san? What brings you here?” you questioned, uncomfortable about the fact that he was in a room alone with you. “Ah, hello y/n-chan! I’m here to pick up some materials for the 3rd floor. “Huh? But you’re on the basement floor, each floor has its own storage unit.” you questioned, wary of his movement.

“The unit upstairs was out of the material, they told me to check here.” he answered, a smile on his face as he moved closer to one of the shelves. He looked to see that your cart was mostly ores, and jars. “They’re letting a pretty girl like you do the heavy lifting?” he asked, a shiver ran down your spine as you looked up to see him staring at you. “Wha- no, it’s normal. I’m working as Xeno’s assistant after all.” You answered, defending yourself. “You have a nice figure y/n-chan~ don’t damage it by carrying heavy things~” He said.

The man moved closer, you started to move farther, trying to focus on gathering your materials. In a flash, the man was directly behind you, body sticking to yours caging you between him and the shelf. He was reaching up the shelf, presumably also gathering materials. You tensed up, and Ibara took this opportunity to hold onto your shoulder. “Why don’t we get to know each other better, hmm?” he whispered into your ear. “Get off of me! I have a boyfriend!” you tried to pry him off of you, as you shouted, hoping someone would hear you. “Kukuku~ back on my island, it didn’t matter if the girl was married.” He said with a smirk as he gripped your arm. “Let me go!” you screamed, thrashed, and tried to move away.

When Xeno sent Y/N to get materials, he didn’t think much of it as it was a normal occurrence as Xeno’s assistant. However, the usual 5 minute wait time became 7, then 9, then 10 minutes. He got concerned, and told Xeno he’d go see what’s taking y/n long. As Stanley exited the room, he bumped into Tsukasa and the others, “Have y’all seen Y/N? She should have been back 5 minutes ago.” Stan asked, “Nah, we just got he-” “LET ME GO!” a scream was heard, a voice familiar to the group which made them run towards the storage area.

BAM!

The door flew open as another man entered the room, “GET AWAY FROM THEM!!” Stanley shouted, his voice booming as he rushed towards the man on you and yanked him off hard, followed by a punch, making Ibara land on the floor. A few other people reach the door, those being Tsukasa, Ryusui, Kohaku, and Sai. “Stan!” you exclaimed, glad to see your boyfriend here. “You dirty piece of shit!” Stan held Ibara down when he tried to get up. “Stan! Not here!” you shouted, holding onto him. “Bring him out of the room, please.” You asked the bystanders, Tsukasa coming in and restraining Ibara. “Bring him to the yard, I'm gonna teach that piece of shit a lesson.” Stan ordered, his commanding voice leaving no room for arguments. “All right, we’ll be waiting for you.” Ryusui answered, leading the group.

Stanley directed his attention towards you, holding onto you and scanning you. “You ok? Did he hurt you?” he started fussing. “Stan, I'm fine. You got here on time.” you said, hugging him with your face on his chest. He hugged you back. “Fuck, I’m glad you’re safe.” he muttered into your hair. “I’ll go back to Xeno, you go handle Ibara.” You whispered and he nodded, escorting you back to the lab door and giving you a kiss before you entered.

“What took you long?” Xeno asked, still focused on his work. You bring the materials to him, “Ibara cornered me in storage, Stan is dealing with him now.” your confession got Senku, Xeno, Chrome, and Suika to look at you. “Ah, well, I wouldn’t mind having a human guinea pig. That is if Stanley doesn’t break him first” Xeno said.

When Stanley reached the yard where they usually trained at, he saw Tsukasa and Ryusui there with Ibara tied up. “You dare touch my partner and think you’d get away with it? Let me get you off your high and mighty self throne. You.are.powerless.here.” Stanley’s voice was cold as he pointed his gun at Ibara, who recognised the item as similar to the thing that shot him back then. Fear crept up his whole being. “N-no! Don’t!” Ibara begged. BAM! Stanley pulled the trigger, but aimed it at the target just behind Ibara’s head. The other man looked behind and saw the bullet hole in the middle. “You see that? that will be you if you dare touch y/n again.” Stanley said. Ibara was panicking at this point, he doesn't want to die. “S-she was giving me signs!” He tried to reason.

That angered Stanley more, sending another punch towards the man, “signs…? SIGNS?! You dare blame them?!” Stanley raged, punching Ibara to the ground, and kicked him hard. He knelt down and gripped at Ibara’s jaw, making him look up at him. His eyes were clouded with pure rage. Not even Tsukasa would want to intervene with this. “You dare touch, talk, or even breathe near them again, I will offer you up to the science team as a gift. And I’ll tell you now, Xeno ain't above using humans for his crazy experiments.” He tightened his grip on the man, “understand?” he asked, Ibara was choking at this point. “un.der.stand?” Stanley repeated, to which Ibara forced a ‘yes’. He asked the others to lock Ibara up for the time being as he talks to the leaders about what to do with Ibara. Stanley let go of him and walked off, but not without his final words to the man.

“Just because you almost succeeded before with taking down the team, you think you’d succeed in taking it down again. I’ll kill you if you try anything else to harm us. And don't take this threat as a bluff, because I can.”

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