#the actors they chose were so fucking spot on

[asena-queenslayer]

WHEN I SAW THE S&B TAG TRENDING I DIDN'T FUCKING EXPECT TO SEE THAT IT GOT CANCELED WHAT THE FUCK

[evanchantingpeters]

How I met Evan Peters (Fanfic - Part 2)

Pairings ─ Evan Peters x Y/N (fem reader)

Genre ─ Smut/fluff, Romance

Summary ─ Y/N is fresh in East Hollywood, LA. After a major life overhaul, she’s ready to dive into a new chapter. So, when she hits the town for a night out with friends, she unexpectedly crosses paths with none other than actor Evan Peters. Y/N tries to keep her cool and act all nonchalant, but damn, Evan’s interest throws her for a loop. Their first meeting? Total tension and flirtation, hinting at an evening full of surprises.

Warnings ─ Obscene language, semi-public, dry humping, oral (both receiving), fingering, overstimulation, nipple teasing, spanking, vaginal sex, rough sex, extra smutty—you guys know the drill ;)

Read Part 1 here.

Word count ─ 4K

18+ This is ADULT content. I’m not your mummy to supervise your net access. If you’re a minor, do NOT read!

@evanchantingpeters — All rights reserved. Please do not modify, translate, or plagiarise my content.

If you were told ten minutes ago that you’d be straddling Evan Peters, skin-on-skin in the driver’s seat of his car, grinding your soaked pussy against his solid rock hard-on while your tongues explore each other like it’s a competition until your lips get swollen, you’d be like, “Yeah, right, when pigs fly.”

But here you are, parked in some dark, secluded spot near the club you’ve just met. Your moans bounce off his car windows as he hungrily fondles handfuls of your body. You do love you some manhandling, truth be told.

You have your friends’ blessings about leaving with someone. Though, the chances of them believing you’ve pulled and bagged Evan Peters as your sneaky link for the night are slim to none, especially after you lecture Adria on the celebrities-normies combo being far-fetched. But it’s fair to say you didn’t choose the night with Evan Peters; the night with Evan Peters chose you.

His veiny hands on you and his gravelly voice against your ear trigger a muscle memory, recalling the heat you felt—but never vocalised—during Murphy’s close-ups on Evan’s hands in the Dahmer series and his viral ‘Relax, I just wanna take some pictures’ line. His baritone in that unsettling scene still gives you chills.

“Damn, miss...you’re something else,” he rasps out with a sly smile. You become his Roman Empire as he worships the sight of all of you on top of him, eyes devouring your entire body as you move gracefully, biting your bottom lip.

He groans deeply as his hands knead your tits and waist all the way down your thighs. With a cheeky squeeze of your ass, he draws you closer, a little squeal escaping you as his raging erection rubs harsher against your wet centre.

“I’m dying to fuck you,” he huffs after your lips meet again, his eyes imploring as he buckles his hips against yours. The friction sends your arousal flying. You just know he’s the type who promises to rail you until your guts rearrange and actually delivers. Better hold on tight.

With a coy grin, you reach down and caress his bulge straining under his jeans. “I can tell,” you whisper, your hot breath making him shudder as you mischievously trace his upper lip with your tongue.

Evan sucks in a sharp breath and bucks against your touch with a choked grunt. You can feel his length convulsing beneath you, your wetness still squishing against him.

“No...for real, Y/N. You’re insanely hot...and while I wanna bang your brains out right now, I don’t wanna objectify you. I respect you an—”

You cut him off mid-sentence with another steamy kiss. The urge to sit him in front of a mirror as he unravels his feminist, anti-alpha male stance, all while you jerk him off before riding the shit out of him, is stronger than ever.

“Aren’t you a sweetheart, Evan? So virtuous with your strong values and morals,” you praise his ‘golden-retriever’ and ‘husband material’ nature, delicately caressing his cheek. “But let’s cut to the chase—I’m here to hook up.”

With newfound energy, you attack his neck with eager kisses as you roll your hips against him more vigorously. Your fingertips roam over his sculpted Greek-God chest, travelling down to the contours of his divinely marbled abs.

Body is damn bodying.

You go on full “pick-me girl” mode as you purr, “I’m thirsty” and playfully toy with the buckle of his belt, hinting at your intentions. You can’t let that mound on his jeans go unnoticed; it’s practically screaming for your attention and attentive care.

He lets out a dark chuckle against the crook of your neck as he nibbles his way up to your jawline. “How can I quench your thirst?” he murmurs, now nipping at your pouty lips.

“You’re the best refreshment around,” you hush before swiftly shifting to the passenger seat and bending over, knees near your head and ass pointed skywards in a tantalising display he can’t resist.

You begin to pepper mouth-watering kisses along his chest, sliding down to his boner. Your tongue stumbles over the ridges of his abs as you venture lower, your moaning mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He cocks his head to the side with a knowing smirk, admiring the view that the curve of your ass provides, smacking it along the way.

With practised ease, you undo his jeans, palming the damp patch of pre-cum on his boxers. Glancing up at him with a crooked smile, you coo, “Eager, are we?” before sliding down his boxers.

His head lolls back, muffled moans escaping him as you swipe your tongue along the underside ridge of his hard, red-tipped cock. His breath rushes out in laboured, choppy huffs like his life depends on you. The way you take him deeper, double-fisting him, becomes his lifeline.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he manages to utter under his breath as he tenses in your grasp. You mewl softly around his cock, sending vibrations rippling through his body like shockwaves.

You’re insatiable, sucking him up from taint to balls, coating him in your saliva as you pump him harder in your mouth. Your swollen cunt is aching for him as you feel his head harden and twitch in your mouth with building pressure, forcing gagging moans out of you.

Gripping your hair in a messy ponytail, he watches intently as he fucks your mouth with increasing intensity. His free hand brushes along your clothed slit, his sturdy fingers running up and down your soaked panties. You gasp at the stimulus, clinging to the door handle for support.

“E-Evan,” you slur out as he applies more pressure on your throbbing heat, your words faltering as ragged breaths escape you.

“Yes?” He whispers, feigning innocence, though his arched brow and smirk betray his true intentions. He knows he can edge you with minimal effort, making you cum in his hands on the spot.

“Don’t stop,” you plead through your desire, your hips swaying in harmony with his rhythmic in-out motion.

“Keep sucking, baby girl. You drive me nuts, but I wanna see you multitask,” he challenges, no pun intended with his nuts reference.

As he tucks aside your lacy panties, he begins to circle your arousal, teasing your slopping folds. A low grunt slips off him as he feels how wet and ready you are for him. “Jeez, I need to take a dive in those Niagara Falls,” he chuckles and keeps fiddling around your throbbing clit.

Before you know it, he plunges two fingers in your begging entrance, eliciting a whimper from your lips that’s louder than you expect. The way he expertly curls his fingers inside you, hitting all the right spots, sends bolts of pleasure through your core.

Soon, the sound of your moans blends with the wet squelching of your pussy, echoing throughout the car.

The faster his fingers pop in and out, the louder you moan in delight as you suck his dick relentlessly. When his thumb joins in, smoothly rubbing against your clit with no mercy, your thighs begin to wobble.

His fingering inevitably loses momentum as he tightens his grip on your hair. You giggle quietly as you realise he’s about to hit his climax, his head striking against the back of your throat, causing your eyes to well up with tears.

“Fuuuck, I’m gonna burst, Y/N,” he growls, delivering a sharp slap to your ass. His fingers dig into the sensitive flesh of your thighs, leaving faint red marks on them. He lets out the cutest, most contrasting sounds—something between a low groan and a high-pitched whimper—as his hips thrust harder each time.

With a wicked grin, you intensify your suction on his tip, sending him over the edge with a primal groan. His hot cum spurts into your mouth, filling it with its salty sweetness, before trickling down your chin. You eagerly lick his shaft clean and swallow his juices with greedy gulps, savouring his taste with a satisfied hum.

“Told you, you’ve freshened me up,” you chirp, playfully wiping him off your face. “You’re okay?” you ask with a bashful smile, reaching out to brush back the sweaty curls that have clung to his forehead.

He throws his head back, his chest still heaving with shallow pants as he stares at you with hooded eyes. “Damn, you’re good...I’m wrecked,” he breathes out.

Grinning lazily at you, he buries your face in his hands and grazes your cheeks with his thumbs.

“If you need a dopamine boost, I’ve got just the cure for you,” you coo and lean in close, twirling a strand of hair around your finger.

“Oh, yeah? What’s the prescription, doc?” he teases, his eyes dark with lust as he bites his lip, his hands massaging your ass cheeks. It’s a silent prompt for you to climb back over him as his mouth desperately fumbles your skin.

You peer into his lustrous eyes with a sly smirk. “Sure, I can give you a ride, sir,” you purr, your fingers tracing tantalising patterns through his locks.

His grin widens as your sex alights on his crotch that’s twitching eagerly at the prospect. “I’m all for it,” he murmurs, pulling you close for another heated kiss.

His arms envelop you as you bend together towards the compartment by the passenger’s seat with shared anticipation. Your hands remain entwined around the back of his neck as you sprinkle kisses across his flushed face.

He delves into the container, rifling through its contents. “Shit,” he hisses, clicking his tongue in annoyance.

“Houston, we have a problem?” you ask, your voice deep with desire.

“Mission abort...out of condoms,” he admits, his eyes meeting yours with regret.

“Consider it solved, let’s head to mine.”

You fling open the door to your apartment, ushering Evan inside with a goofy grin. “Come on in and behold the fortress of fun!” you announce, gesturing grandly to the vibrant interior.

He giggles and steps inside, taking in the cosy yet funky vibe of your place. “Dang, this place’s dope,” he compliments, nodding approvingly at the eclectic mix of pop art and rococo décor.

You beam proudly. “Thanks! Gotta give props to my housemate, Mayra. She’s the mastermind behind all this coolness,” you explain as you lead him down the hall towards the living room, giving him a quick peek into your room.

“Ah, gotcha. She’s got skills,” Evan comments appreciatively as you both shuffle back to the living room, clearly digging the ambiance.

He scans the space more thoroughly this time before turning back to you. “Is your housemate around?” he inquires casually, hands in pockets.

You shake your head, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Nah, she’s living it up in NYC for work. Won’t be back for a while,” you reply with a shrug, not missing the mischievous shine in Evan’s eyes as he looks you up and down.

His gaze darkens slightly as he inches closer with a smug smile that grows with every step, pinning you against the wall next to a small table stand. “Just you and me, then, huh?” he murmurs, his voice coarse and velvety just like it turns you on.

You affirm him with a smirk. Your fingers tangle in the soft strands of his hair as he closes the distance between you with a soft kiss that rapidly turns into a full-blown makeout session. What begins as sensual brushstrokes—your lips caressing softly—soon morphs into a heated exchange, your tongues kicking off a seductive twirl.

With a breathy moan, you shed his jacket and tug at his shirt, balling it up with a scrunch as you press his chiselled body firmer against yours.

“I like your lips,” he rasps out between kisses, a broad smile etched on his lips.

“My horizontal or vertical lips?” you toss out nonchalantly with a smirk, seemingly unfazed by any potential consequences. As if that isn’t daring enough, your gaze pierces into his eyes, radiating a sexual intensity that tips him off the edge.

He reciprocates your challenge with a devilish grin, as it’s his turn to strip you off your jacket and dress. His gaze is hungry as he takes you in. “Let me do an audit down there first, assess the vertical ones, and I’ll come back to you,” he mumbles as he drags sensual kisses down your boobs.

You moan softly as he latches onto your perky nipples, giving them a tantalising pull that only worsens your wetness down there.

His mouth trails down your body and sucks onto your hip bones until it finally presses against the fabric of your thong, right on your clit. You instinctively arch your back and grip the edges of the table as he kisses and inhales against you with a hum of delight.

“Where’s my boy dinner?” he teases, staring up at you. He stretches your panties down and leaves a kiss on the peak of the mound between your legs, causing you to squirm in his firm hold.

You shoot him a sultry grin, your voice tinged with desire. “Where do you want it served?”

With a swift movement, he flips you over, offering deliciously tingling love bites on your ass cheeks. As he rises to his full height, his lips shower your neck with fervent kisses.

You instinctively rest your head onto his shoulders, granting him easier access, and you can’t help but moan lightly as you feel the firm press of his hardness against your lower back.

“You see that couch over there?” he coos. You’re quick to grab onto his belt and tug him over there without breaking the kiss. You both let out muffled moans and smile-kiss as Evan finds his leg ensnared in the folds of a blanket, miserably fighting to wiggle himself free.

You slump down on the couch together, him on top, and instantly dive into a deeper kiss. His groans fill your mouth, assaulting your senses. You playfully suck on the tip of his tongue as you feel his stiff cock on your stomach, eager to set free.

“I’ll lick my plate clean, I promise. I just want you to feed me,” he begs, flashing you an imploring look.

“How do you want it?”

“On my face...only for me to feast,” he grins, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss while groping around your thighs all the way up your tits.

Lying on your back, you watch as he stands beside you and slowly chucks your thong away. His eyes fixate on your slick sex with a mix of awe and hunger, his fingers itching to dig in and explore.

You spread your thighs wider, inviting him closer between your legs, hands on his chest. He positions his head under you, his warm breath tingling your skin. His mouth brushes along your inner thighs, leaving tender kisses as he moves closer to where you want him to be.

And then, without warning, he savagely stretches apart your dripping pussy and licks a long stripe along your slick folds, making you squeak with pleasure. Groaning with delight at your taste and the slimy texture, his lips begin to suck on your clit.

You gasp and instinctively clutch his biceps as his tongue starts to glide against your slit, forcing choked whines from deep within you.

“Fuck, I could eat you out all day long,” he moans against you, his hands gripping your ass tightly as his licking becomes harsher and more aggressive. Damn, even his voice alone can make you squirt in an instant. There’s nothing about him that can give you the ick.

Your mind goes all foggy as his nose lightly nuzzles your clit. His tongue tirelessly laps back and forth against your sobbing red pussy, twirling along your gummy walls. He lifts you up by the hips, his tongue sinking deeper each time as he pulls you down onto his face. You drop your head back, a string of moans spilling from your lips.

Your toxic trait is believing that this is just a hook-up, and you won’t catch any feelings. Even when you’re riding Evan Peters’ face, receiving head so good your coochie can explode.

Well, why toxic? E v a n P e t e r s has you seeing stars as he works his magic on your clit and jams his tongue inside you like there’s no tomorrow. And there may not be a tomorrow, so why not just enjoy him on you, next to you, under you, or in you while it lasts? He makes you feel like the hottest and luckiest chick on earth (sorry, fandom), that’s just straight facts.

Reconsidering, you set off a swirling dance on his face to keep up with his pace, your legs getting all quivery. The knot in your stomach stiffens as your high builds, hitting you like a train wreck.

“Evan, fucking hell... I’m finishiiing,” you almost scream shakily as you fight for breath, your vision getting hazy. Your legs involuntarily tense around his head, and your knees tremble, while small, punchy sobs slip off your lips.

You catch him staring at you, a triumphant smile spreading on his lips as you writhe and wriggle back and forth under him, the throes of your orgasm in full glory.

He draws comforting circles on your stomach and plants sweet pecks on your thighs, giving you space to catch your breath. Your hand cradles his face as your vagina keeps throbbing, making you giggle from the tingly sensation.

“I want more,” he cries out, his lips curving downwards in a mock frown as he presses a few more gentle kisses on your heat before you climb off his face, your steps unsteady.

“Then, make sure you tone down your clit game. Most men act like it doesn’t even exist,” you scoff as you throw shade, shooting him a teasing grin as you clean his chin from your juices and his saliva.

“How can you take away the tomato from tomato juice? Same goes for Evan and a woman’s climax when I eat pussy,” he retorts, flexing his muscles with an arrogant smirk.

You playfully roll your eyes, ready for a comeback. “Sorry to humble you, but for us ladies, it’s mostly a mental process. Too many tricks won’t cut it,” you counter, picking up your underwear from the floor.

He raises a sceptical brow and narrows his eyes at you, his tongue sliding against his side teeth. “Oh, really? Care to see my tactic and put that theory to the test?”

“Be my guest,” you smirk with a provocative flair, motioning towards your bedroom with a sweep of your arm.

He seizes your arm, pulling you close, and melds his lips with yours in a fiery kiss. As his tongue enters your mouth, you can still taste yourself on him, making your cunt pulsate for him tenfold. You’re so turned on that you’d fold no matter what he asks you to do.

“Challenge accepted, you’ve been warned,” he quips, wagging a finger at you before scooping you up his arms and carrying you to the bedroom.

There you are, sprawled out in the middle of your bed, all bare and irresistible, sensually touching your body as your eyes lock onto his.

His imposing figure looms over you as he unzips his jeans, instantly giving you heart palpitations. With a lustful half-smile, he tilts his head and lets his eyes linger at your legs, testing his rizz.

Realising he’s only zeroing in your glistening cunt, you deliberately part your legs, granting him a sneak peak into your “inner world” up to his appetite. “Here it is, baby Ev, all yours and ready,” you grumble, a bright grin stretching across his face as he observes your marvellous pussy.

Talk about a man who sticks to his promises! He said he’d take on your “inside work” while chatting you up at the bar, and here he comes, offering in-house service.

With ease, he sheaths himself in a condom, his gaze never leaving yours as he crouches down on you, propped up on his toned forearms (veins popping all over, goodness me). Pressed flush against you, he peppers eager kisses along your face, neck, and tits, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine.

“I wanna take good care of you,” he whispers, his hands travelling on your body.

Wrapping your legs around him, you let out a needy moan in a desperate attempt to get him inside. Your tongue pushes feverishly into his warm mouth, and he sucks on it gently, eliciting more soft whines from you.

He pulls away, tut-tutting softly against your lips. “Not yet, baby girl. First, tell me how much you want it.”

“Like mad,” you reply with a fervent nod. “And give it to me hard.”

With his throbbing length poised at your drenched entrance, a shared gasp brings smiles to your faces before turning into exhilarating groans. His eye contact never wavers, and from that missionary angle, he looks so Lana Del Rey “West Coast” coded, goddammit.

Your bodies mesh and merge together quicker than a click. Each thrust is a slow and agonising burn, as if he does it on purpose for you to beg him for more. You ache to explore every inch of him, but he just prolongs his torture by leaving only his tip nested inside you.

That’s until his gaze sears into your soul, and you feel him plunge back deep in with a force that sends you reeling, flooding you with ecstasy.

Your body jolts at the abrupt fullness, a raw wail of satisfaction ripping out of your lips as you dig your nails into his shoulder blades.

Taking the reins, he captures your hands above your head, lacing your fingers with his as he sets a relentless pace. He shoves his tongue into your mouth, and before you know it, the room reverberates the sound of skin slapping mingled with your mutual moans.

He releases one of your hands, fingers tracing patterns of comfort on your wrist as he slams in you faster and rougher. “Fuck, you feel amazing, Y/N,” he grunts hoarsely as he watches his cock disappearing into your dripping heat, a satisfied grin plastered on his lips.

Your body responds eagerly to his rough ministrations, hips rising to meet his with a desperate need to go harder. The rush of your pleasure overwhelms you as you yelp his name.

He meets your gaze with a cocky smile as his hand brushes along your lips, his hot breath a tempting tease on your face. Driven by your unhinged horny ass, you delicately snatch his ring finger into your mouth, licking and sucking on it as he grumbles joyfully, driving deeper into me.

“Evan...” you whimper, momentarily squeezing your eyes shut to handle his magnitude.

“You like it rough, baby girl?” he asks in a raspy tone, and his throaty chuckle rings in your ear, sending bolts of electricity down your spine.

“I do,” you gasp chokingly as you look up at him with imploring eyes. “Just right there.”

With a gleam in his eyes, he lifts your legs, draping them loose over his shoulders to penetrate even deeper. The slimy walls of your cunt grip onto his dick like they’re about to devour it, throwing him to the edge.

Your foreheads press together in a feverish intimacy as he pushes you closer to release. His hungry eyes fixate on the jingle of your boobs, his groans of delight mixing with the frantic rhythm of your heartbeats.

“Let me cum inside, Y/N, please. I need to feel you around me,” he begs, his voice strained with desire. His words hang heavy in the air, laden with raw desire as he gazes at you with an intensity that makes your heart race. Your lips meet in a fiery kiss, your tongues moving in sync.

Just as you’re about to cave, a sudden loud crash echoes from the hallway and shatters the air, causing both of you to freeze in place.

His eyes widen with alarm, mirroring your dread, and you instinctively cling to his arm for support.

Wide-eyed and tense, you exchange worried glances, his typically zen demeanour replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. “What was that?” he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

“I-I... I don’t know,” you stutter as you smooth out your hair.

A second loud thud breaks out, and it’s louder than the last, making your shrill in terror. Sensing your tremor and the urgency of the situation, Evan scoots closer to you and muffles any incoming outcry by gently covering your mouth with his hand.

“Shh.. easy... I’m with you, Y/N,” he mumbles, kissing the crown of your head. “Okay, let me throw on my clothes and go check. You stay here,” he instructs in a hushed tone, giving you a soft peck as he scrambles near him to pick up his scattered shirt and boxers.

Still nestled in his embrace, your grip tightens on his arm as he makes a move to stand up. “No, Evan,” you protest whisper-shouting. “Let’s go together.”

He hesitates and sighs in exasperation at your refusal to stay in safely. But, ultimately, he nods, his jaw set with determination.

You hastily slip into your satin robe, ready to face whatever danger lurks in the shadows. Hand in hand, you both venture cautiously into the dimly lit corridor as you stand behind him, your senses heightened in anticipation of what you might find.

The tension is palpable as you switch on more lights, illuminating your path as you dive deeper into the unknown.

After scouring every room, you return to the living room, puzzled. “There’s no one in, so we can rule out a break-in or th—” Evan’s words are cut short by a series of loud bangs resounding from the balcony, forcibly pulling your focus to the final frontier in your quest for answers.

“Promise me you’ll stay in. I got this,” he mumbles with a determined gaze. You nod silently with a bated breath, unable to utter a single syllable.

With resolve, he steps outside, the night air is thick with suspense as you watch him while biting your cuticles. Meanwhile, you pace nervously, your mind spiralling through disaster scenarios.

Suddenly, his voice pierces the silence as he calls out your name, giving you the jump scare.

“Evaaan?” you howl frantically as you sprint to the balcony, your heart racing and your hair whipping in the wind. 

Relief washes over you as you spot him pointing to a twisted chunk of neon metal lying on the ground, bathed in the moon’s glow. The gusty wind continues to slam the panel against the sliding door, confirming your suspicions.

You lean over the balcony, verifying that the fallen piece has flown from the drugstore sign banner next to your apartment—just a harmless casualty of the night. “I’ll drop it off for repairs tomorrow,” you mindlessly assure Evan as you share a chuckle that mixes nerves with relief.

His grip tightens around your waist as he suggests heading back inside. You both retreat indoors, leaving the metal piece by the balcony door.

“Water?” you offer, and he accepts with a grateful nod, his gaze softening in appreciation.

As you saunter to the kitchen together, you catch him checking you out as you bend over the counter and reach up on your tippy toes to grab a glass.

Just as you’re about to stride out of the room, your cleavage skimming his chest a bit too long, he swiftly corners you against the glass kitchen door.

“Where you think you’re sneaking off to?” he whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as his hands wander over your upper half.

Your eyes flicker across his face as you struggle to draw a breath, your heart pounding with anticipation. “Out?” you manage to squeak.

He inches closer, his voice dripping with suggestion, “We’ve got some unfinished business, don’t we?” he murmurs as his stubble grazes against your jaw, intensifying the pool between your thighs.

“Remind me?” you tease, your lips curving mischievously. You’re in your villain era; if not Evan Peters fucking you, why even bother?

He slides a hand under your loose robe and tenderly tweaks your nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. A gasp escapes you at the sensation as his fingers find their way to your clit, setting off a relentless rub that brings a buzzing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s like with each stroke, he’s hitting the pleasure jackpot.

Panting, you sway your hips to match his rhythm, lost in sensation. The play of his thumb on your clit drives you wild, leaving you craving more.

“Bring me a condom, and I’ll give you a reminder,” he chuckles, and in an erratic heartbeat, his lips crash onto yours, warm and demanding. You melt into the kiss as the room spins around you. He kisses you harshly, nearly biting you with a reckless passion, desire raging like a tempest.

With this move, things accelerate viciously. Gone is the playful banter; now it’s all primal need, Evan turning animalistic towards you. In a blur of motion, your body ends up pressed into the cold surface of the glass door; his hands firmly cupping your breasts from behind; his cock throbbing and pounding inside your slippery centre; raw horniness bursting forth through loud moans and grunts.

He’s so damn big, stretching your pussy to the point it stings. He doesn’t give you much time to adjust before he pulls out and jams back in you with primitive force. The door lock rattles incessantly as he pounds into you hard, his lips embellishing your soft skin with red, soon-to-be purple marks, his hot breath making you shiver.

He clings to you, his stomach against your lower back, hips still snapping into your soaked cunt. Together, you set a rhythm, rocking in and out with a measured tempo and sensual grace.

The pain blends divinely with euphoria in your body, leaving your mind foggy and dizzy as he continues to jab in and out of you despite your whimpers. His balls slap against your clit, making your climax hurtle towards you like a tidal wave. Salty tears of pleasure prickle at the corners of your eyes. “I’m close, Evan,” you yelp, your knees beginning to fail you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises out of breath as he smacks your ass, kneading all the way down your clit. “Let go, give it to me,” he urges, punctuating his last word with a particularly deep thrust, jerking inside you and causing your screams to spill out.

Pleasure shoots you like an electric shock, and soon, liquid dribbles down your legs. As the tension in your lower belly finally cracks, you feel him buckle as well, his hips stuttering. Letting out a guttural groan, he gushes out inside of you, followed by small whines of your name.

You urgently ask him to peel the condom away and spill his cum all over your ass and back. Soon, white, sticky cum from both of you mingles and trickles around you until you become a leaky, sticky mess.

His arms band around your waist, your fingers intertwined, his smiling eyes drowning in yours.

“Fuck, what did you do to me, Y/N?” he sighs, and you both giggle, your sweaty lips meeting again in a passionate kiss.

After a mutual clean-up, you slide into a fresh nightgown and return to your room, only to find Evan rummaging under your bed, his firm backside an enticing sight.

“What are you looking for?” you ask, enjoying the view as you lean against the doorframe.

“My car keys,” he growls, his brows furrowed in concentration as he takes a glimpse behind the curtains. “Must’ve fallen out when I took my pants off,” he infers with a low and husky voice as he glances back at you.

You nod sympathetically, folding your bed throw neatly on the corner armchair. His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he resumes his search, the tension between you growing thicker by the second.

“It’s late already. You can crash here tonight, and we’ll track down your stuff in the morning,” you suggest, settling onto the bed.

He looks up, relief sets on his handsome features as he creeps back towards you. “You sure?” he murmurs, his arms encircling your waist, his touch igniting sparks of arousal.

“Never been surer,” you breathe, leaning in for a kiss, unable to resist the pull between you.

But just as your lips meet, the jingle of keys shatter the moment, and you feel something sharp lightly nudging your lower waist. Pulling back, you shoot Evan a knowing smirk, your pulse racing with excitement.

With a nonchalant shrug and a wink, he tosses the keys onto the bedside table before pulling you under the covers and into a heated kiss.

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[ladykailitha]

Around the World Part 5

Hey guys!! Welcome back to the Spooky World Tour. Where we finally leave the USA and head across the Pond.

First stop! The British Isles. Where Robin gets giddy about Titanic stuff. They do run afoul some fans as they leave Boston, but nothing seasoned vet Eddie Munson can't handle. Eddie tries out new looks as disguises that make Steve very happy and Robin and Chrissy get teased.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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“Oh shit.”

Eddie had checked his phone for their flight number because they were getting ready to check out of one of the hotels they stayed in. It was supposed to have been haunted but considering their previous experiences, it was pretty sure bet that it actually wasn’t.

So yeah, anyway. They had a problem. Well, closer to roughly fifty problems and all of them outside the hotel waiting for Eddie Munson to come out.

Steve looked up from his last minute search of the room to make sure they got everything. “What’s up?”

“Someone fucking told TMZ I’m in Boston,” Eddie hissed, “and which hotel I’m staying at.”

“Shit.”

They shared a glance and both took off at a run straight for the girls’ room.

Eddie raised his hand to knock, but Chrissy was already opening the door.

“How did they find out?” Steve asked, nervously twisting his fingers together.

“Vickie’s looking into it,” she said, gently. “I’ve hired two cars exactly the same to show up at the back of the hotel. We will get in one and four actors will get into the other and we’ll play the fucking shell game with these people.” She got angrier as she spoke.

Robin came up behind her. “That was Vickie,” she said solemnly, “she thinks she’s found the leak.”

Steve and Eddie shared a concerned glance.

Chrissy pulled them into the room and closed the door behind her. She stood in front of the door and crossed her arms. “Who do I have to kill?”

“Nancy fucking Wheeler,” Robin huffed. “By way of probably Mike and Dustin. Mike figures she got home early when Dustin was talking about how Steve and I must like having friends in high places that could take us on world tours.”

Steve sank to the floor in a crouch. He had told Dustin that as a trial run to see how well he could keep a secret now that he was older. And apparently the answer was not well at all.

“Fuck.”

“Yeah,” she continued. “Nancy must have decided that since she couldn’t blab about Steve and Eddie’s relationship without breaking the NDA she decided to chose violence instead.”

Eddie put one hand on his hip and lifted his shirt a little as he looked around the room. Then he spotted the potted plant. A real one for how posh the place was. He grabbed a baggie from Chrissy’s makeup bag and started filling it.

Robin frowned in confusion, but Steve and Chrissy grinned.

“His little camouflage technique,” Chrissy explained.

Then the light bulb above Robin’s head went off. “Like that night you came to the concert!”

Eddie and Steve grinned at her.

“We can’t doing it leaving the hotel,” he said with a grin, “because the shell game wouldn’t sell. But once we’re in the car, we dirty up our clothes and luggage to get through to the airport. Then we can use the airport lounge to shower and change.”

“So we leave now?” Robin asked, looking at her watch.

“We leave now.”

~

Robin knew how to change up her look. She took out makeup from Chrissy’s bag and did her makeup completely different to ‘Robin’. She didn’t have any of her designer clothes that she wore as Celeste Baptiste, but she knew how to glam up what she already had. Chrissy and Eddie did the homeless look, multiple layers and dirt smeared into their skin and hair.

Steve was a little harder to disguise because of his perfect cheek bones and distinct profile. Which is when Chrissy got the idea to glam Steve up too. She contoured his face and added cat-eye wingtips and glitter.

Standing next Robin, they looked like a pair of fashion models on their way to Milan, London, or even Paris.

Eddie and Chrissy split up, while Robin and Steve walked and talked like Abbadon and Celeste.

Soon they were at the airport lounge and Eddie and Chrissy made quick work of their disguises in the lounge showers.

Steve had his makeup removed, but Robin kept hers on.

“I will feel safer it being on until after the flight takes off,” she said once Eddie and Chrissy had rejoined them.

Chrissy gave her hand a squeeze. “That’s okay. I talked to the airline representative and the pilot and they both assured me that the flight is nearly empty and we are the only ones in first class.”

Robin nodded and Steve pulled her close for a hug. He never had to experience that before. But with them traveling with Eddie, it was insane.

~

Steve had long since fallen asleep on Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie looked over across the aisle to Robin.

“When you guys fly is first class or...?” he asked quietly, careful to not wake either of their partners. Chrissy was on the other side of Robin, curled up into a little ball with a Hello Kitty sleep mask over her eyes as she snored softly.

Robin shook her head. “We don’t want to let people on that we might be anything other peons. Shane suggested a private jet once. But...”

“How do you explain that the five little peons,” Eddie said with a chuckle, “Shane, Simon, Steve, Spence, and Robin aren’t on the same flight as the other roadies and peons?”

Robin snorted. “Yeah, pretty much. Spence suggested telling people we just were all getting on a separate flight than everyone else.” She cocked her head to the side. “Steve wasn’t convinced.”

Eddie winced. Steve could be really stubborn about that sort of thing. He was also the one that stood to lose the most if this shit went south, so... Eddie supposed a little bit of grace could be given.

“You do know what the solution is, don’t you?” he said with a grin. “You hire a charter jet for everyone.”

Robin blinked at him for a moment and then grinned back. “Eddie Munson, I love your brain.”

“Well that’s all you get,” he huffed, looking down at the still sleeping Steve. He brushed a strand of hair out of Steve’s face.

“Sap!” she huffed and pulled down her witchy sleep mask she got in Salem, MA and settled into her seat to sleep the rest of the flight.

Eddie pulled out the blanket they had been given and covered them both. Then under the covers linked their hands together.

Slowly he too drifted off to sleep.

~

Steve awoke with a start as the flight attendants announced that they were coming into Cobh and to please put all tray tables in an upright and locked position. He looked around and saw that everyone else was awake. Chrissy and Robin were playing games on their phones while Eddie read a book.

Steve peered around at the title. “The Dead Zone” by Stephen King. He snorted. Of course his boyfriend would be reading horror on this trip. He just wasn’t sure that was the right book to read considering the current political climate, but he wasn’t about to police Eddie’s reading.

He stretched and then buckled his seatbelt. He carefully folded the blanket and handed it to the flight attendant as they passed, making sure everyone was buckled in.

“The Titanic Museum in Vegas was pretty impressive,” Robin said excitedly. “I really hope this place delivers.”

Steve chuckled at his best friend. By the nature of their trip they had to sometimes visit things in the bright light of day and it wasn’t always very spooky.

Personally he thought that was a good thing. The bones in his hands needed some relief from all the grinding and squeezing the other three had been doing. Because yes, while it began as just Eddie and Robin grabbing a hold of him when he got scared, Chrissy was supposed to be there as his “girlfriend” there was some hand holding to be expected from her as well.

Robin was not disappointed. The Titanic stuff was everywhere. The walking tour, the pier in which the ill-fated ship embarked from, the memorial. Robin was talking a mile a minute and even their tour guide seemed impressed by her wealth of knowledge.

Eddie, Steve, and Chrissy stood in the back of the group, arms crossed, watching their friend in amusement as she gestured wildly.

“She’s cute,” Chrissy said warmly.

“Well,” Steve said with a huff, “if your plan pans out, you can make all the kissy faces at her all you want.”

She tried to hide her giggle behind her hand, but failed miserably. “If that’s why I was doing it, I’d agree with you. But after what happened in Boston, disguising Eddie means we all become anonymous.”

Steve sighed. He had been thiissss close to telling Dustin about his secret band or hell just that he was dating Eddie in general, but then he had to go bragging to Mike about how cool it was for him to have friends that would take him on world trips and have the media catch wind of that?

Getting to Logan airport had been a nightmare.

Thankfully Eddie’s camouflage trick worked and they were able to get on their flight with minimal fuss.

So now Eddie was currently dressed in clothes that would have made people think he raided Abbadon’s closet. He wore a white button up over a white tank top, large white jeans. His hair had been braided by Chrissy and Robin to look like almost dreadlocks and huge glasses that covered his eyes. He had also refrained from shaving so that further covered up his face.

He looked like a fucking runway model and Steve was absolutely going to eat him when they got back to their hotel, he looked that good.

When Robin finally paused for breath they went to lunch and took in some of the other sites, Cohb offered.

Steve nearly burst out laughing when Robin grabbed Chrissy hand to show her something and then ‘forgot’ to let go. Chrissy might not being taking advantage of Eddie incognito, but Robin sure the hell was.

When they finally got to the hotel, Steve grinned at Robin and whispered, “I recommend dental dams and socks to muffle the noise.” He winked and walked away as she sputtered and squawked in outrage.

About five minutes later he came back out holding a small box. He knocked on their door and when Chrissy opened it, Steve tossed her the box.

“Always use protection, ladies,” he teased, wagging his eyebrows suggestively and then turned and walked back to the room he shared with Eddie.

Chrissy looked at the box in her hand and saw it was dental dams. “Steve, why do you even have these? Steve? Steve!” But he merely closed the door behind him.

Eddie was unbraiding the last of his braids when Steve came back. “That better have not had been our last box, lover boy.”

Steve threw back his head and laughed. “Like I would do such a thing!” he cried, mock scandalized. “We have three other boxes. I told the TSA agent I was going to a dental convention in Dublin.”

Eddie cackled. “Because of course you did.” He got up and pulled Steve toward the bed. “Come on, I believe you’ve been wanting to ravish me all day.”

Steve grinned, sliding his arms around his waist. “Oh yeah. I get that it’s not your style, baby, but I’m about to have a really good time peeling it off of you.”

Eddie grinned and flopped on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows and wagged his eyebrows at Steve. Steve hurried to remove his own clothes and then crawled up on the bed.

“So this style really does it for you, baby?” Eddie purred. “I think I could be persuaded to wear it more often.” He cocked his head to the side. “At least on this trip.”

Steve yanked off the belt and undid the jeans, pulling out both shirts. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s make a deal. I get to dress you however I want for this trip and you have full reign in the bedroom. All under the guise of keeping you under the radar.”

“Sounds good, Stevie,” he said sitting up to allow Steve to remove his shirts. “I just have one caveat.”

“What’s that?” he asked absentmindedly, working to get Eddie’s pants off.

“That we take pictures of all the times we managed to fool people and post a montage on social media, as ‘back at you bitch’ to Nancy.”

Steve stopped what he was doing and looked Eddie dead in the eye. “God, I love you.” He ripped off the rest of Eddie’s clothes and kissed him deeply. “Hell yeah, babe. I love the way you think.”

And then he proceeded to ravish Eddie as planned.

~

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[flodaya]

okay I have collected my thoughts and i am done screaming in dms

mild spoilers so read at your own risk

i have not read the script ever and i am so glad i didn’t because as a movie the story worked really well

it was fast paced and kept you entertained

my biggest complaint is that the timelines are a little messy and the jumps can get a little too confusing

though on the other hand i did like how they chose to parallel some scenes of their youth with the present

all of three of them are such fucked up people but..... why do i still have a huge soft spot for Patrick and Tshi, idk man, if teenage Art wasnt such a little snake i know Tashi and Patrick could have been such a cute romance

they definitely had the best chemistry too imo, that scene of college Tashi and Patrick in their room ???? SO HOT i was gagged

(sidenote: i need to get back into yoga)

Z, Mike and Josh are such talented actors and portrayed their roles so so so well

i also love how you really cant root for any of them, they are all equally fucked. up and unlikeable but i will still say Art is the biggest SNAKE because he was the whole reason the mess between the three of them even got so out of hand

the sauna scene? oh damn, the homoeroticism in this movie can not be understated

also thank you @ Luca for canon bisexual Patrick <3

i am obsessed with love triangles that are actual triangles and not just two men fighting over a woman, these three were all obsessed with each other and so attracted to each other in every sense of the word

the ending is really something, it's one of the main reasons i want to watch it again because i need to relive it to fully comprehend what happened there

WHEN PATRICK DID THE RACKET THING AT THE END I SCREAMED i knew it was going to come back

the directing and cinematography was STUNNING, i had some shots that felt strange (eg. when we were the racket or the ball?) but then you got shots as if you were watching from underneath the court which were so visually pleasing

as many have said the score is beautiful, it fits the entire vibe so well, you really get immersed in the world of this fast paced tennis competition

i'm bad at giving star ratings so i'll just say i enjoyed it a lot, it was a really fun time and i'm so happy Z's first movie in a leading role was so good (malcolm and marie did not happen)

[captain039]

In plain sight

Aemond x niece!reader

Warnings: AOB, swearing, HOTD things, targcest, incest uncle/niece, tension, angst, smut, sexual things, reader is Rhaenyra’s daughter (specified brown hair), plus size reader, fat shaming

Can I fix him? Probably not. I fucking love his actor Ewan omg he is a precious baby boy😭 Aemond can fucking die by dragon fire 👌🏻😂 but I will still write about him because I’m delulu

Your dragon: Another Daughter of Silver wing roughly the same size as Caraxes, looks like Syrax just different colour and size with a different shape head closer to Silverwing mix of grey body and white wings Name - Elea

Set around after Rhaenys’s death

PART 1

Being sent back to the red keep was daunting, your mothers story’s of her life in the keep didn’t seem this daunting with her fathers rule and her mother when she was alive. Nobody knows you here, if they did it’d be a shock nobody regards you as a Targaryen, they see you and think of a lowlife piglet as some have said. Despite your mothers proudness of you, despite her always wanting to say this is my first born show some damn respect or suffer dragon fire, you always dressed down, made handmaid dresses, common folk dresses and stood on the crowd or to the side line. When your mother would spot you she would try to beckon you over, you always told her you were too sick to go to the meetings, party’s, gatherings whatever was happening, but instead you’d been there as a servant hidden. When your mother would address it you’d shrug her off, more than once have you snapped at her accidentally before apologising and just saying it’s for the best. You’ve never ridden your dragon, to scared too even when she came out of the dragon pit and claimed you. It scared you that day when your mother was heading to go out on Syrax and another dragon appeared, much bigger than Syrax and the colours of the moon with silver eyes staring at you. She bent her neck to you while your mother beamed proudly urging you to go on. You didn’t, you apologised to the dragon in high Valyria, ordered it to go back to its den and bid your mother farewell. Your dragon Elea did not take kind to being told to go back to bed, you were out taking a walk when she swooped you, landed heavily in front of you and snorted angrily. How you ever explained to dragon that you cannot ride her was beyond you, it took three weeks before she gave in to your demands to reside where she lived and be merry on her own before she chose you. Now with everything that’s happened, your mother has been more persistent about you riding Elea, this war turning to the dragons to take down the Queen of them all, Vhagar and her prince rider. You couldn’t though, so you snuck off.

You weren’t here to reminisce though, or think about how you left your mother without telling her or Elea. You went to the red keep, managed to get past the guarded gate with the help of Mysaria and her whisperers and got a job as a maid in the castle right under their noses. You thought all was going well till you met eyes with the prince regent and his one good eye glinted. You were pouring drinks at the council, standing off to the side with a jug of wine in hand pretending not to listen. This is what you were good for, listening, gathering information, not riding dragons into war. You see the flick of fingers and walk to pour more wine into the princes cup. You hold your breath, too many times have you caught his scent and frozen from it. You glanced briefly to his face, first mistake, his nose flared, jaw clenching his one good eye staring at you. Another gift from your father no true light purple Targaryen eye colour. You quickly looked away and resumed your post. Nothing of importance in these meetings so far apart from the prince regent taking his mother off the council.

You were roaming the halls hoping to steal some secrets or whispered when someone called your name, your true name and not the servant name you made up. You pretended not listen knowing that voice too well till you were snatched into a thankful empty room, an angry alpha prince staring down at you.

“My prince!” You say surprised and bow your head.

“Drop the act little niece” his words are venom but you keep your eyes on the ground and shake your head.

“I am of no relation to the prince, apologies if I have deceived you in that way” you bend your knees in a curtsey keeping your eyes on the floor and your breath still. He says your name and you try not to flinch at the smoothness of it. Instead you take a small breath regretting it when his scent hits your nose. Two fingers go under your chin and you’re forced to look at him, you don’t know how he could recognise you, how anyone could, nobody knew you.

“My prince I am late for my duties” you say in hopes of deterring him. He holds your chin and tilts your head to the side slightly making you frown before he leans down. Hot breath fans against your neck and your body shudders.

“I could always sense you in the shadows” he mutters.

“Smell you close by but always hiding” he adds and you try to relax your body.

“Are you embarrassed of being a Targaryen?” He asks and your hand moves without warning. You grip his wrist and tug it from your chin his head lifting up. Your hand holds his wrist tightly like you want to snap it off and you struggle to breathe.

“I am the embarrassment” it slips from your lips. You stare harshly at his top buttons on his jacket, eyes narrow.

“So you admit you are who I say you are?” You can hear his smirk and realise you hadn’t let go of his wrist. Holding it between you both.

“Excuse me my prince” is all you manage before you’re holding your dress just above your feet and rushing down the halls to the servants quarters a burning in your chest.

Next part ->

[kestalsblog]

Stanman Movie Night Drabble 🎬🍿

The first time it happened, Eric's cluelessness over how to react was probably palpable. Kyle had chosen the movie for their group hang session, one of the only traditions they'd managed to uphold every other weekend since starting college. It was some cheap, poorly-filmed thriller with C-list actors and predictable jump cares. Halfway through it, Eric almost considered telling Kyle to shut it off because it was so just so amateurishly awful and corny, but that was when it happened.

The four of them were placed where they usually were: Kyle, Stan, and Cartman on the sofa respectively, while Kenny sprawled across the floor in front of them. It didn't matter whose place they chose (this time it was Eric's apartment); they always sat in this arrangement. Eric was so used to the pattern that he would've questioned a change by now, but what he wasn't used to was a particularly violent, loud scene sending Stan directly into his shoulder, almost his lap.

And not by a little bit, either. Stan had actually pivoted his entire body toward him and buried his face into his neck and shoulder a little to hide his eyes from what was happening on the screen. Eric froze as soon as he felt him there, wondering if anyone would say anything, but both Kyle and Kenny seemed absorbed in the murder scene. One of Stan's legs was raised, nudging Eric's thigh.

Meanwhile, Eric sat as still as a rock and tried to remember how to be human. Stan was one of his best friends. They'd known each other for-fucking-ever and had surely hugged a couple of times here and there, but he'd never known the guy to nestle into him like this.

If he concentrated closely enough, he could feel the flutter of Stan's eyelashes and lips against his neck.

"C'mon, man," Eric murmured when he worried Stan might begin to feel his temperature rising. "It's just a dumb movie."

Kyle and Kenny still weren't paying attention, their eyes glued to the screen as if they were witnessing a cinematic masterpiece. Eric was pretty sure he could see the "dead" girl onscreen breathing, not that he was paying attention to much else beside Stan's harsh breathing against him.

"S-Sorry," Stan muttered, withdrawing from him by an inch to settle back into his own spot. With him disappeared his woodsmoke-y, herbal scent. Figuring turning to look directly at him was too awkward, Eric side eyed him and saw that his skin was also pinkish, and his eyes were wide. He looked truly frightened. Cartman kind of felt sorry for him. He was the only one leaping every time something obviously fake and grotesque popped around the corner in the movie.

Question flitted through Cartman's mind for the remainder of the film. Why had Stan chosen him to lean on when he just as easily could have hidden into Kyle, his best friend?

More importantly, why hadn't Eric ever noticed how long Stan's eyelashes were before? Eric swallowed that thought with a swig from his soda bottle. For some inane reason, he spent the remaining hour hoping for another cheesy kill scene that might send Stan into him again. He'd never thought of Stan as anything other than his most sensitive friend—a trait of his he always sort of protected and cherished for its sweetness in a world so fucking bleak and unbearable.

He was probably selfish for hoping they'd choose a horror movie again next time, but hell, he knew that about himself already. And when he remembered the next choice was his, he already started flipping through the scariest movies that came to mind. If Stan responded this way to such a crappy movie, how would he act with one that was actually scary? Maybe next time, Stan might even throw his whole arm around him in fear . . . Maybe Eric could put an arm around him comfortingly too?

Two weeks would be a hell of a long time to wait.

[forevergreenwithenvy]

we’re driving to nowhere

stuck in some post apocalyptic town

where the streets are empty and the nights eerie

and for some reason i feel guilt pooling in my gut

i chose truth but i don’t feel like confessing

i think it might ruin this moment

if i already haven’t

wherever he goes, i follow

i fall face first in love

until i’m no longer a mystery to solve

if you hadn’t grown bored i could have loved you til doomsday fell on us

i can’t blame you when i fucked it all up

i can barely hear you over the music

a glimpse of your face was enough for me to understand

keep your eyes on the road, don’t dare this car to topple over

i felt more comfortable with the french strangers in the cafe

or the horses we spotted outside the window

wherever she goes, i follow

i fall face first in love

until i’m no longer a puzzle to piece together

if you hadn’t grown bored i could have loved you til doomsday fell on us

i can’t blame you when i fucked it all up

with all this tension in the air,

i need room to breathe

but there’s no place for me to stretch my legs or rest my head

and i want to roll the windows down but i won’t since it’s your car

there’s still a long road ahead of us and you’ve grown tired of me already

this felt more romantic in movies

where the actors were better looking

the car reeks of beer and chips

and it’s not something i can romanticize

so i stare out of the window to pass time

i think i liked you better when i didn’t know you

wherever you go, i follow

i fall face first in love

until i’m no longer an unfamiliar face in a crowd

if i hadn’t grown bored i’m sure you could have loved me til doomsday fell on us

i can’t blame you when i fucked it all up

[imwall-e]

You and Us - CHAPTER 1

Pairing : Sebastian Stan x Reader x Bucky

Warning : 18+, MINOR DNI, smut, fluff, injuries, angst, Bucky x reader for this chapter, TELL ME IF I MISSED SOME

Summary : Sebastian is mistaken for Bucky by Hydra agents. Wounded but alive, he is taken into the protection of the Avengers. There he meets Bucky, his look-alike, and his girlfriend, Y/N. When Bucky notices that the actor is attracted to the woman he loves, an idea comes to him...

You woke up, snuggled up in your super soldier’s arms. A ray of sunshine was crossing his face, but he was still asleep which didn’t happen often due to his nightmares. Bucky hated them. First, because he always woke up in sweat, scared, not recognising the place where he was. Second, it meant he ruined your night because you woke up to his screams. However, you always told him that he never bothered you. You wanted to be here for him, in his best moments and in his worst. Because what you felt for him was indescribable. Most people described it as fireworks or butterflies. But for you, it was more powerful than that. It was like you found a part of yourself you didn't know was missing.

And as you were together for around three years now, you finally asked him to share a room together. All the team lived in the Stark Tower, renamed the Avengers Tower after the Loki incident a few years ago. So you asked Tony if it was possible to have a floor for you and Bucky. It was a way to have your own apartment together until you found your own little place.

And sometimes it was him who found himself in your arms in the morning. It meant that it was a difficult night : nightmares, screams. But today, everything was perfect.

« I can feel you staring, dragostea mea, » he said, his eyes still closed. A smile spread across your face. You loved how he knew you so well, he always knew what you were doing without looking at you, always knew what you were thinking without you having to say a word.

« I can't take my eyes off of your handsome face, Navy, » you chuckled, a hand in his hair. You chose this nickname based on the colour of his orbs. « How did you sleep ? » you asked.

« Really well, nightmares are less and less present. Especially when we’re together. But what I prefer is when I wake up next to you, and that we have time for ourselves, » while he was saying that, you found yourself under him, his face in your neck. He was now kissing this sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you knew how this morning was about to begin.

While Bucky sometimes loves to fuck you hard, be in charge and hearing you begging him and calling him Sergeant, mornings are always soft moments. He never verbalised it, but you knew it was a way to thank you. Because you accepted him despite his past. Because you’re always here. Because you let him take control when you were together, therefore reminding him that he was free. Because you were in love with him.

His mouth slowly moved from your neck to your collarbone and to your nipple. While he was sucking on the left one, his right hand was massaging the other. He then stopped, looking at you, his eyes full of love. His metal hand was near your entrance. You were already so wet and couldn’t wait for Bucky to touch you, so you moved your hips trying to get him to go further. But Bucky was Bucky and he asked : « Can I ? » He was always looking for your permission. « Yes », you answered, desperation in your voice. 

He kissed you softly and gently put a finger inside you. He was gentle in his movements, but you could feel he wanted to be inside you. « James, don’t make us wait any longer. » You didn’t need to tell him twice and he pushed his cock in your pussy. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making him go deeper. He hit that spot, the one that got you closer to the edge, with each thrust. But what made you hit your climax were the Romanian and Russian words he whispered that you couldn't understand. He had one hand on your hip, the other on the mattress and you kept yours on his shoulders as if you were going to fall. You came as he was still inside you and followed you not long after.

« We should get prepared, right ?, » he asked, his head on your chest. You were caressing his back, and smiled : « Yes, I think we’re late. » But neither of you moved. « We can still have another round in the shower, » you suggested. Bucky looked at you, stood up and put you on his shoulder, making you laugh. You were definitely going to be late. 

After a long, really long but relaxing shower, you were back in the room and getting prepared when Sam entered the room, his eyes firmly closed : « Please be dressed, please be dressed ! And we’re waiting for you, the reunion started ten minutes ago. Bucky, I really hope you’ve packed because we’re leaving in two hours. And Y/N, if you can convince Mr. Metal Arm to not give me his staring face during our mission, I’ll find your favourite actor and arrange a meeting for you with him. »

« Sebastian Stan ? I may think about it, but Bucky has no staring problem, he always has a soft look. At least that is the one he has for me. »  

« You’re both so annoying, » he said before leaving.

« So, » Bucky started, a smirk on his face, « Sebastian Stan ? »

« You know he is my favourite actor, and he looks like you so I kinda want to meet him. » You and Bucky already talked about your crush on the actor, and he loved teasing you about it. Sometimes he was a bit scared but you always reassured him : he was the man you chose. « Come on, Navy. We’re late. »

The meeting lasted an hour. It was mostly a recap of what Sam and Bucky will have to do during the next few days : infiltrate a former Hydra base. There were rumours that Hydra was back, only small groups but some heard that they were trying to gather and were preparing something. It wasn’t a dangerous mission, just take them down if some agents were there, and bring back some information. You prepared this mission, everything will be fine. But you couldn't help feeling scared. Bucky sensed it and put his hand on your thigh, gently caressing it so you could relax. The rest of the meeting was just talking about changing headquarters, welcoming new superheroes, etc.

When you all separate, Bucky and you went back to your room and he finished packing. As always when one of you was going on a mission without the other, you held each other for a moment. Soon, it was time for him to leave and you accompanied him to the Quinjet.

« I’m gonna miss you, » you told him.

« I’m gonna miss you too, dragostea mea. But I promised it won’t be a long mission. It never is when you’re the one organising everything. »

He was supposed to go now, Sam was waiting for him next to the jet. « I was thinking », Bucky started, « when I come back, we could start looking for an apartment and maybe I’ll go on less mission so we could… » But he was interrupted by Sam : « Move your ass, Barnes. You’ll see her soon. But sex abstinence will be good for both of you. »

Bucky and you were laughing, promising to continue this discussion when he’ll come back. And as you watched the jet take off, you couldn’t help but feel this ball of anxiety tightening your chest, like it did every time he went on a mission.. But it was worse if it was related to Hydra. You were always scared for his safety and for his mental health. You didn’t want to lose him. You took a deep breath and got back inside.

« You’re not focused, Y/N », Natasha remarked after throwing you once again on the floor. Everyday before lunch you were training together. She recruited you almost ten years ago when you were in the army. She saw your potential. Even after all these years, it was still very rare for you to beat her.

« You know how I am when Bucky is not here. And I don’t know, I just have this bad feeling. »

« Don’t worry about him, he is not alone and they can contact us if there is any problem. Okay, we’re gonna stop for today, I’m spending the holidays with my sister. »

Natasha reunited with her family two years ago and they were making up for lost time. A family. Was it possible for Bucky and you despite your jobs ? You were both so busy, would you have time to welcome someone else in your life and start something new ? Maybe you could find another job, something that wouldn’t require fighting and saving the world all the time.

« Earth to Y/N, » Natasha took you out of your thoughts. « I have to go. You should go out this afternoon so you won’t think too much, like you’re doing now. » Her comment made you chuckle. You stood up and sent a message to Wanda. Shopping with her was always a good way to feel better. 

After your shower, you joined her in the downtown area. You wanted to buy a dress for your Christmas with Bucky. He planned a surprise for you and you had an idea of what it might be. « I want to know everything ! » Wanda said, excitement in her voice.

« I think he is going to propose. » A smile lighted up your face.

« I hope he will ! »

« Me too ! Because if he doesn’t, I'll be the one doing it. »

The afternoon with Wanda helped you forget about your fears. You even found a beautiful and sexy red dress that will make Bucky go insane when he’ll see you wearing it. After that, Wanda and you stopped by a café and ate some pastries. 

At the end of the day, Steve and you were the only one left in the meeting room. Avengers didn’t have a lot of holidays, but this year had been calm and Christmas was important to everyone. Tony and Pepper went back to their new house they bought a week ago. Wanda and Vision decided to celebrate Christmas in Italy and headed to the airport two hours ago. Natasha said she wanted to spend the end of the year with her sister. Thor went back to Asgard with his brother. And Hulk decided to travel around the world to help people.

« Did you buy something for Sam ? » you asked Steve.

« Nothing yet, why ? And why Sam especially ? » You could see the Captain blushing.

« Oh come on Steve ! Bucky and I noticed the glances you and Sam exchanged during the meetings. Why didn’t you tell us ? »

« Because there is nothing to say. We’re just flirting, nothing more. I don’t know why, but I’m scared. »

« Well, if that can reassure you, Sam told me he… » But you couldn’t finish your sentence as Hydra’s symbol appeared on the screens. Steve and you looked at each other, fear visible on your faces. What was going on ? And how did they hack into the Stark’s network ? A robotic voice interrupted your thoughts.

We’re getting our weapon back

You were about to call Fury, but a video replaced the red logo. Despite the blood on his face, you recognized him. Your hands were shaking and tears rolled down your face as you realised that your worst fear came true : Hydra captured Bucky.

To be continued...

[nenynrawrites]

Welllllll...Here's the link to the post :p

@tobbesdiscordkitten I thought I already posted it, but uuh...It's been a month apparently xD

,,You know...You'd make a really good daddy..."

Axl blinked. He was sitting behind you on the bed, having his arms loosely wrapped around your stomach, watching the TV intently.

,,Where did that come from?" A nervous chuckle, followed by him holding you closer, though you asked yourself if that was even possible. ,,And, in what sense?" You could hear the smirk in his face, as he peppered kisses all over your neck. ,,Literal, and, you know..." Your body felt all tingly, making you squrm. ,,I know? You're not telling me, so I can't help you with that sugar." You hated him for how he made you feel, but it was a recent random moment that made you think about it:

Every now and then, Axl would rent out a porn film, because why not spice it up a bit? Plus, that way, he learned more about what you like whilst you enjoyed yourself (he always chose the ones you like). So one night, you two were watching a new film, when the main actress called the main actor ,,daddy". At first you thought it was weird, but how it was portrayed with the power dynamic shifting to something somewhat...Helpless, but still caring. And for the next days to come, the thought wouldn't leave your mind. Until now. Where you've built enough courage to ask or basically call him that. And as much as you thoughg he'd be weirded out by it, he was, in fact, happy about it. It made him feel...Strong.

,,So, you want to call me daddy, hm?"

Your mind was blank by now, and Axl was using that to his advantage, whispering all kinds of things into your ear.

,,Just want to feel good, hm? Be a pillow princess and all that, yeah?"

You weren't able to answer, as Axl pressed a kiss to your lips that literally took your breath away, turning you into a puddle in seconds.

,,Don't know what to say now, hm? Gonna let you lay down, yeah? Let me do the rest..."

~-~

If this wasn't heaven, you wouldn't know what was. Axl was thrusting so painfully slow, but hitting every spot, so you weren't really mad about that. And hearing him call himself ,,daddy" made both of your brains short circuit.

,,Such a good girl you're being...Fuck, just like that...Only want to feel daddy's cock, huh? Begging him to fuck you dumb with it." For once it wasn't you who was drooling, but him. You could see how his mind was working overtime, wanting to let go but also not lose control over you. But after another minute he couldn't hold back anymore and he came so hard, his body was still shaking when you had already came and calmed down.

~-~

,,You know...You should call me daddy anytime...Don't know what this was but it was so fucking good."

You smiled, giving him a kiss on his head as he fell asleep, still in you, but the closeness is what you both needed and wanted:>

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

OKAY MY TURN NOW: drop the headcanon deets. What's living rent-free in your head right this moment 👀

HOLY SHIT GOT SHOT BACK- LANDKSBDKAHDKAND

But alright!! There’s so many (Aside from Legends Reborn)

I mostly keep this shit in my head and I can make a huge list of it but dawg most of mine involves my silly interpretations- plus I seen people

It’s kinda a mess to think about but I’ll go to my personal favorites

X being chunky always gives me some feels for me, like he would fucking rock it. He’s actually more tanky then Zero while he’s sorta at times a glass canon (Mf Died like multiple times and X died Once). It derives from the idea of why he chose a thicker body, because the area of his stomach was pierced by Sigma like twice. So basically it gives him extra defense. Despite the it he’s just a Flexible as ever but a bit more slower.

Meaning that his “Stomach” area is incredibly sensitive and he will smack you on instinct if you touch it. He suffers phantom pains occasionally. It's a massive bitch but he got used to it.

(Aka I believe Burly/chunky X supremacy)

X has a soft spot for children okay, since he’s very approachable to children, he would even let them draw on his armor. Babies are a definite weakness of his their tiny hands will make him cry so hard

So it would make sense that he would be a parent but he would rather settle down to start a Family in peace times and after he himself healed and rested.

Zero is kinda a low key creature, in the sense that he actually has retractable claws and can run on fours but only for extremely rare occasions. That's because he’s not only the ultimate war but also the ultimate predator. Aka he’s fucking lion coded

One of the reasons why X and Zero are always different compared to other Androids and shit is because they were made from Alien tech/Energy stuff. You can’t fucking tell that Dr Light didn’t used the material that Duo left to include that while making X right? And Zero…We all know Wily was on some crack (I’m always a believer that He used evil energy to create Roboenza and what could eventually become the Maverick Virus). And no one knew about the whole fiasco with Duo aside from Megaman and the others. So it makes sense that Light and wily (Possible Cossack knew something about it) Used it for their final creations.

Marty (From the MMX manga that I’m absolutely so normal about) has so much knowledge of Marine life and the ocean, Rescue worker regulations and information is insane. How the flying shit did a marine rescue worker end up as an infamous Pirate Queen is a mystery to anyone.

She's also tall and muscular and is absolutely more “Beast-like” (Having scales, fangs and retractable webbed claws) to give off a more intimidating impression to keep folks away from her and her crew.

Speaking of her Crew they are all composed of other marine Rescue types, a couple Human Cyborgs (and a few non cyborgs) and a few Repliforce defectors. (A small fun fact in my silly XxMarty Valentine manatee oneshot, Marty brought up Gale Albatross who’s actually a former Repliforce soldier that defected as soon as they declared independence not wanting to be apart of it but is untrusting towards the hunters).

She may not look like but she genuinely cares for everyone in her crew and would do anything to protect them. She also courted her hair after her fight with Byte back at X3 manga. She has matured over the years but still holds her mischievous/prideful personality.

Contrary to what it's led to believe her crew aren’t like…bad or act like actual pirates. It’s more like they are more of an independent group. Since that they deal with poaching, taking out criminals out of sea, providing relief for coastal communities that were strongly affected by war, etc…They just Red Alert if they weren’t Bounty hunters.

Axl is absolutely a Streamer and a bit of a meme master. He’s a deadly actor and trickster so watch out he fucking glad that he’s a goober!!

Since I’m on a Legends kick

Legends is underrated as shit I mean the potential is great! It’s so fucking expansive Idk where to start-

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH CARBONS??

LIKE NO ONE IS MAKING HEADCANONS OF THEM AND ITS A CRIME!

I’ll probably do some of mine at somepoint how they are Biomechanical creatures and how they diversified and evolved (The master basically granted them access to things that were lost that belonged to their Reploid ancestors.)

Or how the Ruins can be function as Mystery Dungeons and the different between an Official Digger and a independent Digger and so much wkrbekeheiba)

There’s are what I have but dawg so many in my little critter brain of mine

[unifi3dtheory]

More Zalgo HCs, this time his appearance

I will make another post taking about his interactions with other Creepypastas, specifically Slenderman.

Zalgo does not have a “true form” He can look like anything he wishes

If he says “this is what I really look like” he is lying.

Because Zalgo does not look like anything.

If it is too difficult for him to claim a presence in a realm or if it is too difficult for him to manifest himself, he can always highjack the nearest person’s body

It doesn’t matter if they’re a monster, human, undead, or something else, he can always mutilate and forcefully change the appearance of his host to his liking

Plus he is not picky. A body is a body.

Zalgo rarely stays in one host. Not only does he not take very good care of the bodies he possesses, causing them to wear and sustain injuries that eventually pile up and make moving and functioning very inconvenient and borderline impossible, but also because he is too restless. My man has things to do, places to be.

He fucks around in one person’s body, has a great time, and as soon as he is done or he gets bored, he leaves

What happens to the person who gets possessed by Zalgo? They die.

After Zalgo leaves a body, that body will suddenly collapse into a mutilated mess.

The extent of how mutilated the body is depends on how much Zalgo has used it and how long he has been in it.

EXAMPLE: If Zalgo chose to change the appearance of someone’s face, after he leaves that body, the face of that person tries to revert back to normal, but because it was changed in a way it was never supposed to be and probably moved and shifted in ways that should be impossible, it just ends up as a mess

On the brighter side, the person Zalgo possesses is dead as soon as the process begins. It is an agonizing but very swift death. Unless they are an exception which I will go over now.

Zalgo can make it so his hosts don’t die. But why would he? Unless they are a servant to him and this is their sole purpose and use to him, he really doesn’t care if they live or die.

Zalgo is a damned good actor. Unless it is in a moment of urgency, he actually carefully picks out who to possess.

If he’s looking to cause trouble, he might pick someone outgoing and social, so he can ruin as many lives as possible all at once.

Or he might pick someone isolated, so it is truly something out of the blue that no one could’ve suspected.

He usually watches his potential hosts for a bit, just so he can get a grasp on what is going on in their lives and so he knows how to act and what to replicate.

Even if his acting is not on point, as mentioned in my previous post, Zalgo is very charming, he emits this natural aura that makes people very easy to manipulate in whatever way he deems fit.

So if his stellar acting doesn’t cut it, his charm and charisma might make them just brush it off.

All of this combined, it is pretty impossible to determine if and when someone is possessed or not, but Zalgo does have some very few subtle key features that are consistent with his hosts

However you cannot rely on these to identify Zalgo, because he is very good at hiding and suppressing them.

If you do spot them, it is probably because he wants you to know, or he wants you to be suspicious, or he is planning on revealing himself very soon.

Number one being his shit eating smile. Zalgo has a very iconic smile, one that just radiates a level of ego and smugness that is hard to miss.

Number two is just personality, performance, and presentation. Zalgo is very good at acting, but he can’t put his ego down for one second. He is a very eager, very interactive, and very prideful. This is actually why he avoids finding hosts in insecure and timid people, he knows that he can’t replicate that.

If he were to possess someone who is of the quiet type, he would choose someone who barely talks or interacts, that way he can just not do anything and get away with it.

Number 3 is the eyes. They just have a certain gleam to them.

All of what I have just said so far is Zalgo when he needs a host. But what about when he doesn’t need a host?

If Zalgo is strong enough to not need a host to manifest himself, he will still be hard to identify, but not impossible.

Why would Zalgo want to manifest as himself if taking a host means it would be harder for people to identify him? Because he is stronger without a host.

If he has the opportunity, he would rather not possess people (unless it is for a plan or for entertainment), because he is slightly weaker.

And because he feels trapped.

And also because even the slightest step back from his usual power makes his ego hurt

Zalgo is evil, destruction, and chaos incarnate. When you have that much going on, it’s hard to maintain a stable form.

Which is why, for example, if Zalgo wanted to disguise himself as a human, he wouldn’t be able to fully look like a human.

Because it is hard for Zalgo to contain his power and corruption in a measly human body, or in any body for that matter.

Zalgo can manipulate which traits show and where they do show up, but he can never perfectly disguise as someone.

Some traits that might expose him:

Extra mouths/teeth on the body. These can be easily placed in areas people might not look (back of neck, back of head, inside mouth, etc.) or concealed under clothes.

Blackened skin, which can be concealed under clothes or can just blend in with his appearance.

Slits for pupils, which can also just blend into his appearance. However if he were to disguise as someone who did not have this trait, it would be an instant give away. Can also be hidden by bandages, glasses, hoods, etc.

And of course, more stuff, use your imagination for that. These are just some examples I have come up with.

Oh, and Zalgo’s ribs poke out from his skin because yes.

[thewayuarent]

Can I hear your thoughts about Sand/Boeing potentially getting together? I’m so so scared they would do it and also I don’t understand why Sand would fall for it? Seems very out of character for him

Hello, thanks for asking. I didn’t have that much thoughts about it cause I’m still thinking about everything happened in ep 10, but I’ll try my best.

The first thing is: while I’m totally competent in separating actors from characters, that’s definitely my weak spot. I need my First and Mond scene, I’m not joking. I don’t care how, when or where, I’m eat this ship up and be happy. So I’m not totally objective with this one.

Honestly, I don’t think that what worries people - I may be wrong with you, anon, then I’m sorry - is SandBoeing getting back together. I think what worries people is the possibility of Sand having sex with someone who is not Ray. And my question is: why? Now let’s talk about possible scenarios I can come up with.

Scenario 1: SandRay are on a bad terms when Boeing makes his move. If that’s the case, than Sand can totally fall into this shit. It’s questionable for me why he would chose his ex who left him for other guy, but we don’t know how SandBoeing were as a couple and maybe Sand has still some feelings left and in a moment of weakness and with right words (and Boeing is very good with his words) he can fall for it without thinking twice. They’ll have sex, Sand will decide it was a mistake, they’ll move on, it’s all cool.

Scenario 2: SandRay are together as a monogamous couple and totally happy. Than this scene will last like for 15 seconds: Sand will be like “No thanks bro, I have my rich hot mentally unstable man and it’s the whole package, 10/10, don’t need you”. And than I’ll get my FirstMond in a flashback.

Scenario 3: SandRay are in a good terms but still playing their stupid game of “We’re friends who constantly have sex and totally in love with each other but we’re not in a relationship”. Sounds like them tbh. In this scenario, why is it out of character for Sand to sleep with Boeing? It’s not like he promised Ray anything and it’s not like Sand has that “purity culture” mentality to start with. He is young sexually active guy who is very much into casual sex, it was clear since the beginning. It may be something about him having enough self-respect to sleep with his ex, but like, he’s not always good with self-respect thing when feelings are on a picture.

Boeing says in preview something like “I know you’re seeing someone” - but I, for example, didn’t know that. I know that Sand and Ray are in love with each other and have sex with each other, and says cheesy stuff like “I’ll be addicted to you for the rest of my life full-time” but nothing implies that they are boyfriends. Or that they are exclusive. Nothing in this show implies they are exclusive to be clear.

We know they have sex constantly since episode 2, but we don’t know if they have sex with other people. We just assume that cause for most people monogamy is way more comfortable.

We know Ray doesn’t like to see Sand with other people, but it’s less about sex and more about fear that Sand will move on from him. It’s about “I want to be you first choice”, it’s about “I want you to be always with me”, not about “You can’t fuck other people sometimes”. We know that Sand was jealous of RayMew thing, but not because of sex, but because of Ray loving someone else. Top and Mew have this monogamy problem, Nick had this problem with Boston, but Sand and Ray never were about that. Their relationship conflicts are not based of just sleeping with someone else, not once.

So them being monogamous is an assumption based on the idea of one true way of romantic love. But it’s not like that. Them sleeping with other people doesn’t make their love to each other lesser. It’s not about that at all.

And we all know Sand and Boeing whatever it’s gonna be is not about them being in a relationship again. They won’t, it’s no time for that in two episodes. So the worst case scenario is that they will have sex. And what’s that scary about it? Sand won’t betray Ray doing that based on any scenario except second one (and again if that’s the case than no SandBoeing). Ray may be hurt seeing Sand moving on - not having sex with someone, but choosing someone else to love - and it’ll be painful for him, I get it, but we all know Sand won’t move on from him for long. They can’t leave each other alone, they will get back together.

Even if show won’t go for endgame (but I think it will), they’ll end up being alone, not with someone else, there is no chance gmm will risk that much. So, Boeing is an obstacle, nothing more than that.

I don’t know if any of that make you feel better, but that’s my view on the situation. I don’t personally care about the sex stuff that much, but I understand it can be frustrating for a lot of people. And there is nothing to do with that, only try to get over our personal biases. But we don’t know what’s gonna happen and how it will be introduced, so my point is just not to worry about it that much and wait for next episode to see.

[eisforeidolon]

Do you think spn was a toxic set? Heard a lot of chatter on this recently and I’ve heard the opposite? Mark shepphard who is infamously honest and will talk about his issues with a certain power that he goes on about how wonderful the set was, so I just don’t buy it?

I don't buy it and I'd look at who is saying it and what their agendas are, because I'll bet it's single actor stans doing the whole bullshit 'my fave was so persecuted and oppressed for not being treated as the only worthy solo star featured in every shot *sob*' woobie conspiracy olympics thing again.

Sure, it's definitely A Thing that media productions pretend to be one big happy family where there's no conflicts and everything smells like roses all the time. Except a set is a place with a lot of people on it, so gossip tends to leak out sooner rather than later if it's genuinely bad. Yet we're supposed to believe the set was so very terrible it was toxic ... while the stars didn't just claim to be besties but were spotted by fans hanging out and taking vacations together, while almost every guest star still effusively praises the atmosphere as welcoming and positive, while many individual crew members chose to stay on that specific set the entire run of fifteen fucking years instead of working elsewhere? That's a long fucking time for there to be no substantial rumors of supposedly extant major disfunction.

So yeah, I'd look at who is talking and what they're trying to prove, which is generally a good idea in this fandom anyway. Especially since, so far as I'm aware, the long term direct and gossip statements about the set from people with first-hand knowledge remain the exact opposite.

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Finally a kindred spirit! Namor might be a compelling character, but he's also a massive hypocrite. He makes this great big spiel about how much he hates imperialism and how he and Wakanda are kindred spirits in this regard, which is completely undermined by how how he treats Wakanda exactly like any imperialist nation would. He shows Ramona zero respect - both how he approaches her for their first meeting and then he rubs in it how there's nothing she can do to make him return Shuri and Riri to her. And then he launches an attack killing all those innocent citizens and a completely defenseless Ramona all in retaliation for the 2 N'akia killed (and she only did so because they both were ready to kill Shuri and Riri on the spot). And is he remorseful after all this? No, he's proud he weakened a powerful nation without any just cause and how they'll probably have to swallow their pride for his help in the near future. And this is never at all acknowledged in the film itself, which drove me crazy!

Yeah. He very much gave me that "Black people need to do more for us" energy that we get from other POC with things today. Like, Bro. This ain't their business. They dealing with they own shit and how dare you? You think that the best route is to attack somebody you wanted as an ally than to attack the enemy and then perhaps circle back to this beef that stood on his ego. Only on his ego. You letting them crackers regroup and potentially get stronger while you weakening your only probable ally? That's not just trifling, it's also bad military planning.

People let him slide because the actor is fine. Two things can be true. You can want that actor to blow your back out and also be like, "But fuck Namor, though." He is an enemy of Africa and an enemy of ME. I'ma stay on this wave. Idc how big his thang is. Fuck Namor and the clique he claim.

Had a chance to fight the real enemy and really chose to attack the greatest nonwhite nation that he knew of? Suck my dick, Namor.

Anyways. Wakanda Forever, for me had a warrior saves a damsel story, and that's the relationship I really cared about the most. Shuri reaching out to Riri defending her when danger comes. Bringing her to her kingdom for protection. Refusing to give her up, even though she saw the wonder of this nation that wanted to obtain her? There's not even emphasis on THAT dynamic for me to fully enjoy this installment. I need to find that corner of fandom so I can immerse in it.

[best-fnaf-song-competition]

Did you see the movie? Thoughts?

-✨️

I DID AND I COMPLETELY FORGOT TO SAY ANYTHING HERE DIDNT I

IT WAS SO MUCH FUN I'm gonna put my spoiler thoughts under a read more but for here: I had an absolutely FANTASTIC time! I went with a few friends who love fnaf as much as I do and we were losing our minds any time ANYTHING happened it was probably the most fun I've ever had going to see a movie!!! I went with incredibly low expectations so I was completely blown away by how much effort went into making it actually fun for the fans!!!! I brought my Foxy plushie to watch it with us so he could learn <3

Okay spoiler thoughts now c:

HOLY SHIT YALL THIS MOVIE FUCKED LIKE HELL I genuinely started crying during any scene where the animatronics were allowed to be silly!!! They're just kids!!!! They're just little kids and this movie showed that way more than the games ever have and it really showed how much the people who made this really understand how that would come across in a non-survival game format

My bestie and I had to stop ourselves from genuinely screaming when the cop introduced herself as Vanessa, we were NOT expecting them to go THAT RECENT when making a movie about the first game what the HELL!!!!!!! I was so excited, she's genuinely one of my favorite fnaf characters overall so it was really cool to see a different spin on her character c:

You may know one of my besties from a video essay about the mimic that fucking dunks on matpat for incessantly insisting the books are canon and using them to make theories about the games, and I got to help a lot with that actually! Which means we both hate matpat! Which meant we spent his entire scene losing our minds to the point where we didn't even hear him say his line!!! Still the funniest thing they could have done tbh

I was in love with this movie the entire time and all the little nods to things were REALLY REALLY COOL, I knew there was going to be a bunch of little stuff when fucking chicas magic rainbow from fnaf world was an ice cream logo. The midnight motorist shirt was something I was really excited to spot, and I didn't remember the dog enough to recognize him when the movie was playing but as soon as people on Tumblr brought it up again it all clicked and that is SO FUNNY, of all things to add in as an easter egg you chose that? Funniest move ever, really really loved the audience reaction video I watched where someone got to that scene and just yelled "SPARKY?????"

AND I WILL NOT LIE, I WAS 100% SINGING DURING THE CREDITS AS SOON AS THE FACT THAT THEY ACTUALLY FUCKING GOT THE SONG SET IN I guess it really does deserve to be so high on our list!!! I'd gotten so used to it over the years that it took hearing it in a new context to be reminded how much it slaps and now it's way higher on my list of favorites <3

I'm glad everyone hates balloon boy just as much as me, I started cheering every time foxy started humming, and the actor for afton KILLED IT every time he was on screen!!!! I had SUCH a good time!!!

[lucaonthropy]

Finished Mencuri Raden Saleh so these are my (non-linear) thoughts. Spoilers ig

- Why is there so many car crash in this movie lmaooo like. From the first plan to the final one there's always at least one.

- The acting is not the best imo but it's good and very enjoyable.

- Now the voice acting though? That fucks. I'm officially in love with Fella and Tuktuk's voice in particular. The way they speak and all. The others are also good. I think Ucup is the weakest tho ngl.

- Gofar and Tuktuk's sibling bond is going to be the death of me. I actually cried when Gofar snapped after Tuktuk got jailed.

- I have ... thoughts ... about the decision to make Sarah the bait because it really doesn't make sense. She (in character) is portrayed as someone who can't really lie or act so I don't get why they immediately agreed on her being the bait.

- But her fighting scenes are chef's kiss ohmygod. The "Kurang ajar! Dasar katrok!(?)" scene got me cheering on my seat like damn wreck that fucker.

- Also a lot of questions about the random guy flirting with her.

- Anyway. Plot-wise it's consumable. I'm not a proper film critics so this is purely subjective but I love it. Are their plans messy af? Were their decisions questionable and have very bad consequences? Well. Yeah. But it makes sense because their backgrounds. None of them had ever done this kinda thing so the mistakes they made, while kinda annoying, make sense.

- Not a fan of Sarah and Piko being together. Not merely because I ship Hackforger but because their scenes together don't really have a ... spark? They don't connect or bond at all. It's just your usual hetero relationship that got pushed by the staff.

- Not as much Hackforger as I expected from seeing Twitter but eh. I'll take what I can get. Their bond is pretty clear and it's classic bromance to romance type of thing.

- I'm gonna reiterate that I'm in love with Fella.

- The flashbacks are getting annoying ngl.

- Ok so I've heard it's gonna be a trilogy or something so I'm not gonna say much about Ucup and Budiman's locked backstory. They are probs saving it for the next movie.

- Kinda disappointed that there's not much scene detailing the painting or the process of forgery because I'm actually interested.

- Oh! Speaking of which: I now headcanon Piko as autistic-coded or at least neurodivergent-coded because there's no way that guy is neurotypical. Just. No way.

- Whoever chose Tuktuk's actor needs a raise honestly. I'm honestly pretty ok with most of the cast because I never grade a film through that lens (I have face blindness. I couldn't care less about the cast) but oh. My. God. He radiated youngest sibling energy throughout the film and as an oldest sib I both want to punch him and kiss his forehead.

- Detective Sita is also very interesting as a character. Def wanna see her more in the future.

- Mbak Dini!!!! Goddamn I love her. Maybe it's the haircut lmao. But also her outfit when visiting the police station is muah. Love it, love her.

- Hoping Permadi and Rama will die tbh.

- Mas Gito the MVP!!! I always have a soft spot for a loyal butler-esque character like Alfred and Gito soooo yeah.

- Also. I thought I'm gonna finish this movie with shipping Fistjack buuut Fellafullo/Gofella got me in a clutch. Love the back and forth they have going.

- Now for some of my favorite moments:

1. When Gofar and Tuktuk's father scolded them for ruining a car and said "Is it not enough that you two have different mothers and you still bring trouble back!" (paraphrased) and Tuktuk replied "Well but you're the dad."

2. Every fight scene with Sarah.

3. The continued saga of Gofar snacking on Fullo after Fella started bringing them to their hq.

4. Gofar breaking down after Tuktuk got caught.

5. Every Hackforger hug.

6. "Fella already bought the company."

7. The chase scene in the first plan.

8. Whenever Ucup laid out the most unhinged plan. Especially the one that got inspired by uhhh idk PUBG? FF?

9. Every scene of Fella being a pro gambler. Like, red flag but also you go Queen.

10. Piko vs Budiman. Nuff said.