#the boys presents diabolical

[they-have-the-same-va]

Hughie in The Boys Presents: Diabolical shares a voice actor with Buck from the Ice Age series.

Voiced by Simon Pegg

[cyarskaren52]

THE BOYS PRESENTS: DIABOLICAL 1.05, "BFFs"

[slythereen]

lestappen playing padel publicly… rbr and christian posting lestappen content… openly supporting their friendship all of a sudden… do you think christian horner sent max on an extraction mission

[genvupdates]

'Gen V' Reveals a Surprising Connection to 'The Boys Presents: Diabolical'

 When Tek-Knight confronts Dean of Godolkin, Indira Shetty (Shelley Conn), about his intentions to interrogate the students, Shetty hits back with some hard facts. She trots out a list of his victims, including a fellow superhero named Ironcast who apparently committed suicide after a talk with Tek-Knight.

[indiraisbored]

HURLURKDZDKSBDU

I WILL MAKE A GREAT WIDE WONDER JANITOR.AI BOT FOR MYSELF, I NEED IT RAHHH!!! RAHHHHH!!!!!!

[rolltheclip]

[james-stark-the-writer]

just binged through The Boys Presents: Diabolical S01 bc i didn't have anything else to watch rn, so, here's some quick thoughts on the episodes. mild spoilers.

Episode 1: not as funny as i'd expect given the Seth Rogen writing credit, and it's got some pretty wonky comedic timing but the homages and the lack of dialogue makes it kinda work overall, though you can feel the tendency of thinking it's the violence that makes The Boys what it is, and not it's politics or the storytelling craft. it's a fine opener ig, and the incredibly dark ending played completely straight as sweet is really interesting. 6.5/10

Episode 2: already funnier than the first episode, that writing credit was a jumpscare, but it was actually a pretty good episode, though you can really feel the Rick and Morty shit in there (though the title card intro was fun) which is kinda annoying bc it's not really my thing or what i'm looking for in a The Boys spin-off, but the ideas are interesting and it's always fun to see some shitty parents get what they deserve. 7.5/10

Episode 3: let's just say you can tell Garth Ennis wrote this. probably fun for the comic fans. nothing but annoying for me, and a reminder of how much better the show is from its source material. at least he didn't have the characters yell slurs. 4/10.

Episode 4: by far the best episode of the series, incredible, incredible work, the comedic timing, the story, the pacing, the VA, the direction, the music choices, it's all fucking great. i got no complaints, really, other than just wishing we saw more of a gradual buildup of their relationship, though within the timeframe we do still get a really good and effective story, and the ending punchline is hilarious. 9.25/10.

Episode 5: what a fucking downgrade lmfao, that voice is a jumpscare and then the writing credit just spreads full body terror, and the episode is by far the worst fucking thing in the show, it's (heh) shit. it really is, though, like my god, it's bad and unfunny and just there's literally nothing there, it's sad to even see it trying so hard. like occasionally the animation is cute but it's just an imitation of better work. stop giving that woman work. on the other hand, please keep giving Nicole Byer more work. only highlight of the episode besides Chace, and ig the base story isn't the worst but it's like a rejected South Park episode, and not from one of the good seasons. 3/10

Episode 6: alright, this is at least a good comeback episode, it's pretty funny, i don't know about the names of his balls, that's an odd fucking choice, the parenting stuff is funny, the political stuff is good, i enjoy the story, it's overall a pretty good episode, there's nothing to really say about it, it's just pretty good! 8/10

Episode 7: turns out i need Andy Samberg to be writing more bc this ending made me fucking cry. jesus fucking christ, what an incredibly touching episode in such a short space. genuinely phenomenal shit. easily the second best episode. the middle chunk is just a tiny bit slow and narratively weird but otherwise, peak. also avoids the shitty implications of the base narrative handily, which many other writers wouldn't even have realized. 9/10.

Episode 8: man, what a weird episode to end on. as a weird what-if episode about Homelander? pretty decent. could use some work in the writing, but largely it kinda works. like a 7/10. as a "this is how Homelander happened" episode? did these guys watch the show they're a spin-off of bc................. woof. 4/10. let's say a 5.5/10 as a compromise. it's just. not very good unfortunately. like it had interesting ideas, the PTSD flashbacks he gets are interesting, but besides that, it just feels like it's trying to ape the first S01 more than anything, and kinda desperately failing.

overall? really interesting! like i loved the different animation and art design styles, and besides those few episodes, it was all pretty fun, the episodes are a perfect size to still give you satisfying stories, like it all kinda just works. feel free to skip episode 5 after the intro when you hear Nicole Byer but the rest are at least worth a watch. 7.5/10 for the season as a whole! excited to sit down and watch S04 of The Boys once it's done airing!

[pinkbelugacollective]

the first episode of the boys presents: diabolical had me weeping ngl. something something, our babies could have sharp teeth and red eyes, or in this case, laser eyes that can cut thru anything, and we’d still love em cuz that’s humanity baybey

[muntitled]

No Promises

Jake Sim x Fem!Reader

Summary: “So hypothetically, what would you do if I told you the condom broke-”

Warnings: Language, Domestic Fluff, Slight Angst, Himbo!Jake, Nerd!Reader, Smut +18 (minors dni) Dom!Jake, Pussy Drunk Jake, He really wants kids, Breeding Kink, Humping, Grinding, Slight Dub/Con, Unprotected Sex, Dub/Con Raw Sex, Perv!Jake, Rough Sex, Forceful Breeding, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink, Unedited

I'm ovulating

Jaeyun's head is filled to the brim with unsavoury business as he shuffles through the university office.

'It's simple,' Jake says to himself as he cradles the rugby ball under his arm. 'Not. A big deal.'

Once Jake enters the university office, he is immediately bombarded by the smell of old, academic wood. Here, the less crowded, air conditioned space is a nice breakaway from the sweltering rugby field, but all that plagues Jake’s mind are the overwhelming memories of you.

Specifically, you last night, bathed under the sweet honey glow of your cheap salt lamp. His lips on yours as you straddled him on the floor. Skin everywhere.

Jaeyun still remembers his tongue meshing against your own, all he tasted was the ruddiness of white wine.

The pillow forte you were initially building in the living room lay forgotten around you, instead, the space became a lovenest with the moon staring idly from beyond your cream blinds.

"Ride me," Jake breathed out with his mouth attaching itself to the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. He drifted your braids out of the way, letting his hand massage your scalp as he craned your neck backwards.

"I need to see you ride me." His voice was hoarse as he manoeuvred you to straddle his hips.

He remembers the texture of the string of beads tied around your waist.

He remembers the air leaving his lungs when you lowered your heat to his cock.

He remembers not being able to stop.

"Did you buy the condoms," you had asked the diabolical question, right when he was about to get it in.

"Fuck the condoms…" he laughed dryly with his thumb skimming across your hips, bumping against the waist beads, "We're both clean. I wanna feel you."

Jake had been wholly disappointed to see your face harden into that pissed off look that was always aimed at the students you tutored.

He'd be scared if he didn't find it hot.

"That's so incredibly unfunny," you pushed at his chest until he released a winded breath, "Don't piss me off, Jaeyun,"

"Fine- fuck- I was kidding,"

He wasn't. And even when he slipped the condom on and slipped inside, Jake became delirious with pleasure of it all.

"Where do you want me to cum?" he had asked.

Naive, unsuspecting you, had replied, “Inside. Y-You're wearing a condom, right? Inside.” Jake fucking lost his mind all the same.

The evening had ended with Jake skimming his hand over the fullness of your ass as he pulled his bottom lip against his teeth.

He watched the softness of your skin mould under his grip as he snickered, "She gon' take it up the ass like a ventriloquist-"

"Do not quote Kanye at me after we just had sex." You groaned.

But Jake wasn't done because now he was thinking about your ass and you'd both gone on for 2 more rounds.

'It's easy,' says present-day-Jake, shaking his hair as if to clear away the thoughts before they took root and really became a problem for him.

His little inner pep talk guides him to the receptionist desk. 'Just tell her the condom snapped and I may have cum a little inside. It's not my fault I'm fucking huge,' but even just the thought of it has Jake warming with anxiety.

"Good morning, Jake!" It's not difficult to plaster on his golden boy smile for the receptionist. Everyone at this University buys the absolute shit he sells, never once questioning their star athletes true intentions behind his disarming smile. He could get away with murder.

"Morning," Jake replied, knocking on the wood of the large mahogany desk. All this mahogany and yet all he could smell was you. Cocoa Butter was an all consuming thing.

"Is she in?" He asks, prompting the receptionist to nod. As Jake walks down the mouth of a corridor leading to the offices of tutors, professors and assistant professors, he keeps his head bowed until he reaches your door.

When you let him into the empty office, all thoughts vanished. Storming in his mind were solutions as to how he might divulge his little slip-up.

"Keep the door open, Jake, I don't do scandals." He was enamoured at the sight of you seated behind the large brown desk with your eyes dark and sleepy. Jake already tried to work out the probability of you remaining calm at the knowledge that the condom he used last night had been breached but looking at you here, he knew there was no possible reality in which you wouldn't try to murder him.

He closes the door despite your words and all you do is look up from your paper and sigh.

Seduction, he decided, was his only defence.

“Is there a reason you're bothering me at work?”

"Didn't know assistant professors got their own offices," he says, dropping the rugby ball in a corner beside a stack of mind-numbing philosophy manifestos.

"We don't," you say, never looking up from your paper, "I don't know how long I'm gonna have this space to myself to mark in peace, that's why we have to be quick-

"Quick," Jake's head snaps up, "I can do quick."

Instead of taking note of your eyeballs rolling to the back of your skull, Jake instead focuses on the expanse of your cleavage spilling out of that diabolically tight v-neck. "The conversation, Jake. What do you want? I have essays to mark." You drop the papers in a huff of unbridled academic frustration, effectively giving Jake the opening he needs to walk towards your desk until he's behind your chair. His hands drift over your shoulders, kneading the tense skin until your head is rolling back, away from the work.

"I thought you'd be happy to see your boyfriend,” he loved referring to himself as ‘boyfriend’, it made him secure in his role. “I have an inter-uni game to catch with the boys but I'm gracing you with my presence instead," your eyes flutter closed as you relax back into the security of Jake's hands.

"You really don't have to talk, babe,"

"But this place is so suffocating," Jake huffs, letting his eyes drift over the dark and dreary room flooded with books, papers, old, depressing paintings of old depressing philosophers. "I can feel myself getting smarter just being here. It's disgusting."

You hum as Jake's thumb drifts under the thin fabric of your v-neck, kneading into the tissue surrounding your shoulder blade. "It's almost like there's more to campus than just the rugby field," your him bleeds into a moan as Jake fingers prod at a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves.

"I had no idea," he says with mock sarcasm. You chuckle lightly as you let Jake's fingers coax you into a much needed break. The peace is a welcome getaway from the tedium that came from fixing grammatical issues and spelling errors.

Jake's left hand continues to knead at your back while his right drifts to the front of your neck. He could've been a chiropractor in his past life, Jake thinks idly as he cups the base of your throat until he's turning your head to match his ministrations.

"Fuck," that tiny sound leaving your mouth does everything to focus Jake's attention down on you. His eyes are hooded as he watches you seated before him and he's all too aware of the fact that this angle allows him to see down your top, into the pillowy expanse of your cleavage.

Jake pushes his hardening cock against the back of your high back chair as he continues to massage your back and neck.

And sure, maybe his hand may drift a little lower down your chest while the other continues to work at your neck.

You almost don't catch him when he says, "So hypothetically what would you do if I told you the condom broke-"

Your eyes snap open and you try to rid yourself of Jake's hands but the hand drifting against your cleavage cages you to the chair. No running.

"What the fuck is wrong with you lately?! Did I not tell you I would rather die than let you inject me with your evil spawn-"

Something dark settles on Jake's face as he stops his ministrations.

There's a moment of disorientation before you realise that Jake spun your chair to face him. One hand on the back of the chair as he leans down, with your faces far too close for it not to be inappropriate.

"Would it really be so bad?" He whispers, before tilting his head to slot his mouth against yours.

Luckily your senses are heightened but still rational as you push him away, effectively standing up to create more distance between you two.

Jake, however, sees your plan and instead of letting you act it out, he slots you in between himself and the desk. Your butt pressing against the edge of the wood so there was no escape.

"No Jake," you say in frustration because now Jake's hands were pawing at your hips like he usually did when he was coaxing you into being as horny as he was. "Getting me pregnant wouldn't just be bad-"

"Perfect," he says, dipping down to place a kiss on your collar bone, "So we agree-"

"It'd be catastrophic. I'd abort it immediately." Jake's hands curl into your hips and you watch under furrowed brows as Jake begins to fiddle with the drawstring of his shorts.

"You're catholic," he says before dipping down to undo the buttons of your jeans. "You're not aborting my baby."

You think your boyfriend is utterly delirious, but even more harrowing is the bit of molten attraction stirring in the bottom of your stomach at seeing him so sure of something. So in charge.

His bare arms are glistening from playing rugby under the sweltering sun and his skin has that honey tint that drove you feral with lust.

You hated the urge that plagued your mind to push your thighs tightly together but Jake immediately stops you. He pushes your jeans down, leaving you standing dumbly with your mouth hanging open as he slots himself between your legs. You try to wriggle yourself away but Jake keeps you locked with his hands framing your sides.

"Last night was hot, yeah?" He huffs with his shorts hanging lazily under the bulge of his Calvin Kleins. He presses himself against you, moaning straight into the crook of your neck.

"J-Jeez, Jake," you whimper, unable to stop yourself from lifting your hips to meet his grinding, "Y-You're disturbing me from work-" speaking was growing very difficult, especially because Jake was unclipping your bra from behind. "Cus all you think about is sex-"

"All I think about is sex with you." He clarifies as wriggles you out of the v-neck.

"I don't think that's a crime-" he says, immediately cupping your breasts in his large hands as he pushes his cock further against you. Jake throws his head back before huffing and puffing while he stares down at you needily humping against him.

"You say you don't want it," he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip as he lifts his shirt, "but you're like a pup in heat, babe,"

"F-Fuck, if we're gonna do this, hurry before anyone comes," the words are like music to his ears and his exposed stomach flexes as he hurriedly pulls down his boxers.

You help him out of his shirt, and both your movements are so heated, so clumsy, you don't think you've ever been this wet.

"Fuck- you gotta be quick, big boy, before someone comes, yeah?" You repeat, knowing your boyfriend became completely unresponsive and pussy drunk during sex. Jake hums in weak response, far too focused on jerking himself off…the head of his cock periodically bumping against your clothed cunt.

"Say you want this dick- c'mon, say it-" he urges with heavy eyelids and all the fight is wiped out of you. You lean back, opening your legs to accommodate him further between you and Jake only groans as he jerks his cock.

"J-Jake, you can't cum in me, yeah-"

"Come on, bro," he groans as he brings his hand in between your legs. “Still?!”

His fingers prod at your clit as your hips stutter to meet his hand. "I'm just tryna get it in, why are you being like this?"

You manage to slip out a scoff in between your moaning.

"Y-You're not 'getting it in' until you divulge what on earth you're thinking about that has you this fucking feral." he was operating on neandthral level need and you needed to know what the cause of it was. You needed to know what had your boyfriend so strung out on your body, on the scent of you, at the sight of you.

You want this Jake all the time.

"You're so pretty," he mumbles, instead, with his gaze locked firmly on your cunt. He swipes your panties aside, unwilling to part with the cute pink material yet and you arch your back, inviting him in.

"If I tell you what I'm thinking about…" he says, lining his cock up with your cunt. Your entire back now pressed supine against the desk, "You'll end up pregnant before the end of the day," Jake concludes his statement by ramming his cock into your cunt, effectively lodging all your complaints in the back of your throat. The desk creaks as he continually rams his cock into you in viscous, rough thrusts.

He's a panting mess, watching your body contort in pleasure as your breasts jiggle with every thrust.

"Oh my fucking g- fuck-" Jake hovers over you, never once slowing his movements even when he tweaks your nipples.

"You're so fucking pretty, you know that? Taking this dick so fucking good-"

You clench around him, loving how vulgar he got whenever you had sex. His hair is already messy but it becomes even more so when you drag your fingers through it, discarding the hair tie that kept his black curls rained to the back.

"Oh my god, baby, you're such a slut-" he lets his words slip and it only turns you on more and more as you drag him down for a sloppy kiss. Your hips rise to meet his thrusts, willing your orgasm to crest.

"B-Baby-” he pants, “Pretty Baby, I need to tell you something-" the second those words left his mouth in sloppy succession, your alarm bells were ringing. Even more so when he dipped his hands between your body until he was rubbing furious circles against your clit.

"J-Just, shh, Jakey, I'm close-"

"The condom broke, last night-"

Your hips still, but his continue to fuck into you- continues to rub at your clit until your body can't help but obey.

"WHA- OH FUCK, JUST LIKE THAT-" your seeing stars when the tip of Jake's cock rams against that particular pillow of nerves. "F-Fuck Jakey."

He was still your Jakey and he took that as a sign to continue fucking into you with reckless abandon.

"Gonna fill you up with my cum, again princess?"

"Jake-"

"Yesterday when you were riding me," he says in harsh staccato. His breath is rough and rugged. "A-And your hips were moving just right and your tits- God those tits." He leans back to watch them jiggle underneath them and Jake's balls squeezes in warning. "I just-" his voice cracks as he whines, "I just needed to flood you with my cum, baby-" your cunt squeezes his cock once more and you're both dangerously close to the edge.

"H-Here-'' he says, bringing your hand up to his throat. "Choke m-me, I think I'm gonna cum." His words alone have your back arching off the desk, slipping into your own orgasm.

“J-Jake-” Somehow you still muster the energy to choke him like he wants and that has his hips stuttering and the praises flying from his lips as he says, "F-Fuck, I'm cumming for you, Angel. You're milking my cock- babe-" his hips ram into yours as his eyes squeeze shut. Jake's caught in the ultimate pleasure as he imagines everything from your tits swelling with milk, to him fucking you while you were pregnant.

"O-Oh my fucking god," the amount of cum leaking out of his cock threatens to push him out of you, and you're both huffing in the quiet office air.

Soon you're both hurtling down to your current reality, but still, Jake keeps his hand on your hips, listening to your heartbeat.

"If you really don't want one - I'll go get you a plan b right now-"

"W-wait," you stop him from leavi⁷ng, "Let's... talk about it later. No promises."

Jake smiles, "No promises.”

[misdeliria]

I've been seriously thinking about Homelander from The Boys: Diabolical, "One Plus One Equals Two," because he was Superman for a second. I'm caught up on The Boys s4, and he is such a piece of shit—a total psychopath—but Homelander, when he initially joined the 7, just wanted to be a good person.

I saw a Cal-El with trauma manipulated into a triggering situation. He was, at one point, a salvageable person...Or, at least, I can write him as one.

(OP pls ignore if you don't want ff involved with your post)

Spoilers below! & I'd like to emphasize that I'm rewriting Homelander because it's been circulating in my head. I am in NO WAY romanticizing the live-action canon mf (if you don't like this, keep scrolling)

On our cue, I walk out onstage with Black Noir. The cameras are flashing in the crowd, and the spotlight is blinding even with the tinted goggles.

Noir throws his hands up as the crowd roars louder in applause, and it takes everything in me not to roll my eyes.

"Oh, enough, Noir!" I announce into my mic, tugging him back. The audience laughs at my playfulness. "We're here to welcome our new teammate, not steal his spotlight."

Turning over, I see the rookie standing awkwardly in the dark. Holding my hand out, I beckon him over, and my skin crawls when he misunderstands and takes mine in his.

Quelling my anxiety, I plaster on a smile.

"The Homelander, isn't it? Congratulations." I give his hand a prompt shake before pulling away. I send him a sincere look, assuring him in some way because the nerves he emits wash away.

"Thank you, Road Runner. I've been a huge fan since your debut," the rookie lobs back.

"I'm flattered and eager to start working with you." I don't bother looking back at the audience because this P.R. stunt has already consumed much of my time. "I think you're going to do a lot of good."

After the show, I'm decompressing in the meeting room. All the cameras are gone now, and the floor is clear of civilians. Playing games on my phone is fresh air away from my hero-personality.

Timid steps approach the meeting room, echoing off the high ceilings.

"Oh, it's you," I murmur, eyeing the blond-haired, blue-eyed rookie dressed in his stupid flag. "Tired of it all yet?"

"Tired of what?"

"All the attention?" I raise a brow at him, and he laughs nervously.

"Not really. Not yet, at least." He steps up to the center table, admiring every inch of the room.

Total rookie, I think, sighing and leaning back in my seat.

"You don't remember me, do you?" I ask him, watching how he searches for the memory. He looks genuine—I can tell the weight of his past hasn't come crashing down yet. "I don't blame you. They probably did a number on you."

That seems to spark some recognition. "What do you mean?"

"I was there too...In that facility. It was only for a little bit, but they put me through the same bullshit." I can feel the way he tenses up as I balance my phone on its corner, distracting myself. Glancing up at him, I can tell by his expression that he's back there—reliving all of it. Rushing to his side, I bring him back to reality when my hand touches his arm. "I think you understand what I mean. And, for what it's worth, I'm sorry they did all that to you."

Haunches raised, The Homelander swats my hands away with a scowl. "What do you know about it?"

Patience, I remind myself. He doesn't realize.

"I know how heat-resistant I am because of their tests. And, I mean, how badly can poison actually hurt without killing us, am I right?" I offer him a weak smile. "They did all of that just to get us here. And it wasn't even worth it, I'm telling you right now."

"Why did they keep you there?" I could tell he was curious and a little offended. Shaking my head, I hadn't meant to imply he wasn't unique enough to have exclusive treatment—a sign of Vought's brainwashing.

"I wanted to tell you that I remember because we were kids when I saw you. We didn't understand why they were doing that to us." I rest my hand on his shoulder, squeezing him in solidarity. "But now, they're going to be worse. They're going to use that trauma to control you for their own agenda. And if you really want to do good out there, you'll recognize it quick."

Something flickers in his bright blues for a moment before it's replaced with skepticism.

"How do I know you're not just saying this to get in my head and earn more popularity for yourself?"

Dropping my hand, disappointed, I blow air into my cheeks and step away.

"I don't care about the goddamn ratings. I didn't even want to be here today, but it was you. I saw your file, and I knew you were joining, and I tried to be...I wanted to help you with the transition." Sighing exasperatedly, I shake my head. "They're already getting to you; you can't let them."

Gritting my teeth, I feel like I've failed. The Homelander's looking back at me, confused but trying to mask it with arrogance.

"Something's going to be wrong on a mission, and you're going to get overwhelmed," I tell him because it's the truth. It happens and is human, but we weren't raised like humans. We were raised like lab rats. Locked up, away from civilization, and tortured—then expected to perform like trained circus animals for the sake of funding it all. "I'll be there to help. That's all it will be—and I hope you'll see that."

Moving faster than light to get out of the building within the next second, anxiety rattles me. The environment at Vought drains me and wears me down like a toxin, and reliving my worst nightmares with the rookie sent me over the edge.

Pulling out my phone, I call the doctor, and it connects me to her direct line.

"Hello? Morgan? I need to come in," I say desperately. "I can't- I think I'm going through a panic attack."

(definitely going to add on to this later, but it's 3am rn so gn hope you liked)

"John, why don't we-?"

"Homelander."

John is dead. I saw John, at that chemical plant trying not to hurt anyone too badly, pride and virtue in his eyes, someone trying to be a good person. But at that point you'd already done so much that it didn't take a lot to kill him and erect a foul monsterous abomination in his place. 'Just doing your job' is the cause for thousands tortured and murdered.

[they-have-the-same-va]

Billy Butcher in The Boys Presents: Diabolical shares a voice actor with Dick Dastardly in SCOOB!.

Voiced by Jason Isaacs

[hazz-a-bear]

...jun thought

.ᐟ . fluff through and through. jun tears mentioned though.

Thinking about a very sleepy Junhui who's trying his best to stay awake when you're sitting at your computer past midnight, still working.

He's trying so hard to keep himself awake because he doesn't want to go to bed alone but the poor baby is too tired to even keep himself upright without tumbling to the floor. After watching him almost hit his forehead on the tabletop and squash his face multiple times, you decide to step in. You try to push him in the direction of the bedroom, telling him to "Go to sleep, love. I know you're tired" and you'll join him in "Just thirty minutes, Jun. I'll be there. Promise"

But of course, this is Wen Junhui. Junhui always gets what he wants so in the end, you're defeatedly cradling your laptop in one arm and a very sleepy boyfriend in another and marching to the bedroom. He is still obviously not happy with the fact that you're just going to do more work next to him on the bed. When he's right there? When he's right there looking all kinds of sleepy and cuddly and the epitome of soft? Diabolical.

But obviously, he doesn't get time to properly huff and puff about it like the drama queen he is because the second he meets the mattress, he's passed out.

You stifle a laugh as you get stationed on the edge of the mattress with your back to the headboard and laptop perched on top of your legs. You would give anything to throw away this piece of metal and wrap yourself around your boyfriend but oh well, this is the price you pay for procrastinating.

It's endearing how even in his sleep, Junhui manages to curl himself around you - the top of his head to your hip and fingers twitching before gently wrapping around the hem of your pyjama pants. You smile to yourself and bring a hand to smooth over his ruffled hair.

He looks so adorable that you kind of want to throw yourself out of a window.

But you don't. Because you still have a couple of slides in the PowerPoint left. And the presentation on Monday isn't going to be presented by itself. So instead, you give him a pat on the cheek and turn back to your work.

You're able to get through a peaceful twenty minutes, twelve slides and half a dozen of yawns before Junhui starts shuffling next to you.

Your hands pause on the keyboard when he shifts around, rubbing the top of his head against your hip like a sleepy cat. If it was any other time, you would have cooed and coddled over him. But Junhui is dead asleep after an exhausting day, weeks even, and you would rather make two more PowerPoints than interrupt his sleep right now.

You're surprised when he suddenly rolls onto his back, throwing his head back and slowly blinking his glassy eyes at you. ( An actual cat, he is ) You bring a hand to the underside of his chin before running your fingers along his soft skin, tickling.

"Jun, go back to sleep, baby, It's okay. I'm sorry if I woke you up"

Junhui just hums ( groans? ) while he rubs at his eyes, twisting in the sheets as tries to to get comfortable. You're expecting him to fall back into a quiet sleep again but he doesn't settle, instead opening his mouth to quietly whisper, "'was just the light"

When the words leave his mouth, you're already getting out of the bed to turn of the big light in the room. You had turned it one earlier, despite the fact that both of you despising the harsh bright big lights in your house. But before you can even get both of your legs on the floor, Junhui rolls over until he's dead weight on top of you, trapping you into the mattress.

"Junnie," You scold lightly, lifting off the laptop from where it's digging to his back. But he stays put.

And he whines.

You almost feel like a candle melting off and running down the floorboards of your house when Junhui starts to whine. It's not a rare occurrence to see him whining but when he does, oh boy it makes your insides feel very funny. It's a heartbreaking sound. It's awful.

"Enough work, yn" He cries, words slurred and swayed because of his half-asleep state. "S'enough. Come sleep"

You smile to yourself, switching your laptop to one hand to pat his hair softly. "I'm sorry, angel. I just have a little more left. Just give me thirty minutes"

"You said that an hour ago!" He whines dramatically, fingers twisted into your pyjama in a tight grip. "Come sleep"

"Junhui..." You say, voice dissaproving.

"No"

"Jun-"

"No"

Your shoulders sag as you sink back into the headboard, completely done with your boyfriend being a drama queen for the night. You hate the feeling of irritance that bubble under your skin - not because of Junhui but rather as a result of your own stress and exhaustion from the day catching up to you.

"Sweetheart," You try, as softly as possible. "I have more work to do. Just give me ten minutes, okay? I'll turn off the light so you can go back to sleep. I'll quickly finish this in the guest room and come back to you, okay? I'll be quick, baby. I promise"

"But,"

"I mean it, Jun"

You hate the way the words roll out of your tongue. Stern.

Junhui untucks his face from where he's been hiding against your hip and oh god, there's tears in his eyes.

Then, in the most devastating way possible, he untangles himself with you with a quivering 'okay' that has your ears straining.

You almost hear the sound of your insides shattering into a million pieces of glass and getting lodged against your heart, your throat, everywhere. It's everywhere.

Junhui moves until he's off of you, retreating back to the other side of the bed like a kicked puppy rather than the cute kitten he'd been ten minutes ago. You feel your face fall at the way he quietly shuffles under the blanket until he's curled on himself, facing away from you.

Trying not to cry, you get up from the bed, laptop heavy in your arms as you walk towards the light switches to turn them off, letting the room drown in darkness.

Man,

fuck being a working adult.

When you crawl into your bed approximately ten seconds later, Junhui is still turned to his side, keeping quiet. It's nothing like the usually clingy baby he is and your heart stings painfully.

You know that he's trying to pretend like he's fallen back into his sleep but obviously, you know him more than you know the back of your own hand. And that's...a lot. The way his breathing is a little off, a little faster than usual, tells you that he's as awake as he can be.

You don't hesitate to slip under the covers and slither your way into the space next to him. His back stares angrily at you but when you take him by the shoulders to slowly turn him to face you, he doesn't fight it.

Junhui can never stay upset at you for long. Especially not when he could be getting cuddles instead.

He's quick to tuck himself to your shoulder, hands scrambling to twist into your t-shirt much like before. He throws a leg over yours, tangling until your cold toes and resting against the back of his calf.

Both of you are silent for a minute, just basking in the comfort radiating from the other as you lay there. It's Junhui who speaks first.

"I'm sorry" His words are still a little scrambled, but they register in your brain in the form of clear block letters.

"No," You quickly say, bringing up a hand to hold him by the nape to rub comfortingly. "No, baby, I'm sorry"

"Is' okay. I know you have work. I shouldn't have"

"I'm glad you did, angel. I needed a break anyway" You say softly, running your fingers through his silky hair in the dark. "Thought I could keep working a little more, y'know? But clearly, I needed a break. My brain feels like it's frying right now. And how could I focus when you were here being all sleepy and cuddly and a drama queen, hm?"

Junhui huffs a giggle into your neck. "Not a drama queen"

"Yeah, you are, princess, You are" You laugh. "Pulled out the teary eyes and everything, didn't you?"

Junhui giggles into your skin before settling down in a quiet silence. "Just wanted you here"

You feel your heart fill up with so much affection. "I'm here now. I'm here. I love you, okay? I love you so much"

Junhui untucks his face from your neck to receive the kiss that you plant on his forehead with a dopey smile. He drops right back into you, a result of his bone-aching tiredness taking over his body. But still, in the darkness and the haze of exhaustion, you feel him press a little kiss to your shoulder, lips resting there in a quiet promise of I love you too.

So you wrap your arms around him a little tighter and pull him a little closer and wonder, how you could ever consider picking work instead of this very comfortable ball of fluff sleeping in your arms? Even for a second?

Diabolical.

thank you.

[legobiwan]

So I find it a little odd that Mario shakes his brother's hand like he's trying to win political office rather than having just been rescued (again) from one of King Boo's paintings at the end of Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon.

But then I was thinking - this might be a kind of instinctual response.

From what we can gather over the three games, being stuck in a painting isn't a passive experience, but one that is disturbing, disorientating, and mostly likely tantamount to torture.

And given King Boo's abilities, who knows what kind of environment he has dropped his victims into with these settings. The landscapes, you might say. There's no definite background in any of the trapped paintings, ghost or otherwise, but it does beg the question of what can be felt, seen, heard, or otherwise perceived by someone who is trapped in a portrait. Does the hunter create the cage, enrichment area and all, or are the trappings beyond the frame (inside the frame) more akin to being trapped within one's mind and all the pitfalls that could emerge from that?

We see three iterations of Mario being freed from the painting in each game. The first being total confusion and possible injury; the second looking like some kind of hallucination, given Luigi's concerned expression; and the third being a form of decorporalization (not a real word, but whatever), as Mario seems shocked to learn he has a body again.

The first might be attributed to King Boo's insistence of straight-up physical torture combined with E. Gadd's more medieval equipment, which had likely been less-than-tested in extracting someone from a portrait. (And if the de-portraiting process was that bad, imagine what it was like for the ghosts going in. No wonder they held a grudge. I love E. Gadd, but oh boi, is he the pinnacle morally ambiguous mad scientist).

Anyway, in the third installment, Mario definitely shows signs of having been disconnected from his physical form, perhaps meaning that his time inside the portrait reduced him to a neutered, mental representation of himself, incapable of fighting back in the real world. But this being said, he seems to recognize Luigi on-site, rushing forward to give him an enthusiastic hug, which is the reaction you'd expect after being freed from a pair of diabolical ghosts, one of whom is trying to thirst-trap the other through psychological torture.

So what's the deal with Mario's reaction in Dark Moon?

My guess is that King Boo trapped Mario in a painting that was a distorted reality, or perhaps a distorted version of Mario's own insecurities. It would account for the disorientation and the fact Mario comes out of the painting gladhanding his own brother like a stranger. (Which would also account for Luigi's concerned reaction - what the hell is my brother doing?)

And you figure, Mario, at this point, is a kind of figurehead, an idol, a hero of the Mushroom Kingdom. It's become his identity, it's who he is, it's what he does and is known for. Of course, part of this role is going around and shaking hands, being present - at least physically - at press conferences and speeches and all the like. The people need a focal point, a representation of their hopes against the violent and numerous incursions upon their land they suffer from outside forces (although in complete transparency, my personal headcanon is that Bowser's kingdom used to be comprised of at least a part of the Mushroom Kingdom, and that that land and sovereignty was stolen through a series of bad treaties by his father and some of the more malicious factions of the Toad Council, thus leading to both the enmity between the kingdoms and some serious economic and trade repercussions in the Darklands, but that's a whole other post.)

Mario must be so used to blindly shaking hands and putting up that front, that character, so much so that he doesn't even think about it anymore, and it's my theory that this is the version of Mario that emerges from the portrait in Dark Moon, perhaps having been wrested from some situation where this almost desperate attempt at approval was manifesting from Mario's own subconscious.

And poor Luigi. You have to wonder if one of his latent fears is becoming another empty face in the adoring crowd surrounding his brother. The Mario that emerges is not 100% connected to the fact he is Luigi's brother, it seems, is just putting on airs and the right words and actions as he may have been trained to do by the Toad Council. (Who, incidentally, are one of my favorite scapegoats in the series). Talk about a nightmare come to life.

It fits, in a way. Mario's first abduction results in physical harm, his second in mental, his third in more of a depersonalization - perhaps a rushed spell enacted by King Boo as he was, by the time of the whole hotel debacle, was far more preoccupied with his idea of trapping Luigi than enacting harm on anyone else beyond imprisonment. Because by the time Luigi's Manion 3 rolls around, King Boo is almost deranged in his obsession with Luigi, and I wouldn't be shocked if his non-existent heart wasn't into the nastier sides of portrait capture when it came to Luigi's friends and family. But oh boi, if he had captured Luigi in one of those paintings - good night, nurse.

[mykoreanlove]

Just another day at the dorms - Changbin Version

„What is this?“

Changbin handed you a very expensive looking satin box. He grinned from ear to ear as he motioned you to open it. You untied the fancy golden bow and opened the present: inside was a beautiful set of lingerie. You held up the racy bralette and tiny thong, all covered in lace and even some crystals. Changbin cleared his throat nervously.

„Do you like it?“

You shot him a surprised look. „Binnie, I adore this. But why?“

It wasn’t your birthday or anniversary or anything. He came closer and placed an innocent kiss on your cheek. „I don’t need a reason to pamper my baby girl, do I?“ And with that he slapped your butt and turned around. „Put it on and come outside. It’s movie night.“

He wants me to wear this while watching a movie with the others?

You entered the spacious living room and sat between Hyunjin and Minho. „Finally“, Seungmin remarked snarkily. You stuck your tongue out at him. „Sorry your majesty. What are we watching?“ Hyunjin handed you some popcorn and smiled: „Barbie.“

All of you were so invested in the movie - laughing and crying along to Barbie finding out about the horror‘s of the real world. At least that’s what you thought. Not long after Barbie‘s first meltdown you winced in surprise, disturbing the boys around you.

„Y/N, psssshhh. Watch, they’re at uni.“ You didn‘t even catch Hyunjin���s side eye as you were too preoccupied with your underwear.

Your vibrating underwear.

Instinctively, you searched the room for Changbin who was acting as if nothing was wrong.

You felt the vibration getting more intense, naturally squeezing your thighs shut. Your boyfriend was still pretending to watch the movie, the biggest smirk on his lips.

That little shit.

Acting as if nothing was going on was getting harder and harder - you started getting hot, slightly sweating and squirming around.

You finally realized that Changbin was holding a little remote in his hands, fidgeting with it more and more.

Luckily everybody else was heavily invested in the movie.

And just like that he turned up the vibration again. Your eyes as big as the moon, your drenched pussy throbbing - this just felt too good. Your breathing got heavier, chest heaving even and then surprise - another level of vibrating perfection.

But this time was too much - you let out a moan. All eyes were on you, puzzled as to what was happening. You panicked - fuck fuck fuck what do I do?

Instinctively you grabbed a hand of popcorn and pushed it in your mouth, moaning again. „Sorry guys but have you tried this popcorn? Delicious!“

They shook their heads and continued watching. You shot Changbin a death glare and he did his best to hide his chuckle. He was enjoying this way more than Barbie.

Han was the next to disturb the others as he paused the movie.

„Hey? The fuck?“

„Sorry hyung but I need to try that popcorn. Y/N, hand me some.“

The others groaned in annoyance. „Yeah and if we’re already taking a break, can you guys silence your phones? I swear one is vibrating all the freaking time“, Hyunjin added.

Your cheeks were dark red by now - how could he do this to me?

You looked in his direction once more and finally he was acknowledging you, sticking out his tongue and shaking the remote heavily.

„Don’t you want to take care of your problem?“ You felt Minho‘s voice whisper into your ear. Heat flushed your face once more.

„What?“

He nodded while looking at your crotch. „You know, down there.“

Oh my god I’m going to die.

„You… you know about that?!“

Minho flashed you his most seductive yet diabolical smile before answering.

„Who did you think gave him that idea?“

[indiraisbored]

I'm still thinking if it's like a apartment that he rented or that vought provided his room for him due being a alternative sude in the display

[sidewalk-cracks]

In the wake of hearing that DC is making a Dick Grayson and Jason Todd movie and that they're supposedly gonna be screwing up Dick and Jason's backstories, I started thinking about what kind of Nightwing & Red Hood movie I would want to see, in addition to what kind of batfam movies in general I would want to see. I offer for consideration:

Nightwing and Red Hood: Last Defenders. While on patrol, Nightwing stumbles upon the hints of a truly diabolical plot taking shape to topple not just Gotham, but possibly the entire planet while the majority of Earth's heroes are presently indisposed, including most of the batfam. Batman and most of the JL are off world, the Titans are tied up, even Alfred's away, etc- leaving Nightwing and Red Hood as the only two people left to defend Gotham. This is set in a world sometime after UtRH; Jason's identity has been revealed, and he has an uneasy truce settled with the Bats ("you don't bother me, I don't bother you"). The movie follows them through their journey as Dick tries to convince Jason to work with him, they narrowly escape lots of explosions, and argue about Dick's failings as a brother and everything Jason has done since coming back. It all culminates in an epic 2v1 battle with the Big Bad and resolves with them saving the day and coming to an emotional understanding- a hopeful ending, looking towards a future in which Jason might be able to improve his standing with the Bats. BONUS END CREDITS SCENE: Bruce arrives home to a quiet manor. He goes to the kitchen and makes some tea. Goes to the den, and draws up short in the doorway. Dick and Jason are sprawled across the couch, half on top of each other, dead asleep. The credits of a movie are scrolling on the TV. Bruce buffers for a moment, before smiling and deftly whipping out his phone and snapping several pictures. Then he turns off the TV, drapes a blanket over them, and kisses both of them on the forehead.

The Waynes in: Mission Impossible. Bruce and his sons must attend the fancy gala of Evil Rich Man, and foil his diabolical supervillain plot while undercover as the Wayne family. Ideally, without ruining the gala. (Spoiler: they ruin the gala). This is firmly an action comedy, with maybe some sprinkles of family angst thrown in. Otherwise, though, this movie includes a gratuitous amount of puns, the Wayne Men in really sharp tuxes, Jason blowing up several things, Tim and Bruce holding the only braincells in the operation, Jason losing his suit jacket and tie 5 minutes into the gala, and Bruce being Tired. At a later point in the mission they need a distraction, and without hesitation Damian whips around and punches Tim in the face. They proceed to have a very loud and explosive fistfight. Tim YEETS Damian into the dessert table. Bruce groans into his hands.

The Battle of Wayne Manor. Dick, Jason, and Alfred are the only ones home to defend the Manor against a dangerous team of superhuman home invaders, Home Alone style. As soon as the three of them are aware of the situation, Alfred marches over to a panel in the wall, opens up a secret compartment, and pulls out an AK-47. "I have not spent three-fourths of my life at this Manor for a group of brutish, arrogant thugs to think they can just waltz in and lay claim to the place. As you like to say, Master Jason- let's light em up, boys." This can be a serious film or another action comedy. It's pretty much just Home Alone with some guns thrown in. They blind the invaders with several disgustingly bright glitter bombs and then Alfred whips out from behind a corner with his rifle, they've got booby traps on all the staircases, Jason's throwing pies at people, etc. The most important detail is that they successfully defend their home as civilians. No use of vigilante skills whatsoever. The news are baffled and the boys cheekily only comment that Home Alone is a cherished childhood film in their household. This plot could be edited to include Tim, Damian, and even Bruce as well, I just initially thought of it as just Dick, Jason, and Alfred.