#there are so many annoying contradictions throughout the show

[applebees4prez]

the thing is about supernatural is that in its too-long history there about forty million producers and directors and writers and showrunners and so on and none of the agreed on anything

[mylambandmartyr]

when you have the time and energy id be very interested to hear why you dislike the punisher (2017)......... because i also dislike it but can never put into words why or even point to a reason. its always "frank's vibes are off" or "the general vibes are off" or "its painfully unfunny" or "it just annoys me". if you have anything more specific or analytical id love to hear it

Where to even start…

Ok. I'm going to be focusing on just the first season where it’s at it’s "best" to be generous, because all of the most egregious issues get so much worse in the second season so it barely counts in my mind.

It’s got all of the trademark Marvel Problems. The cringe dialogue, the convoluted plots, the nationalist propaganda, the aggressive heterosexuality, sacrificing an interesting story in favor of an American-dream-Apple-pie-and-motherhood ass-plot… etc. etc…

I’ll split this up into a miscellaneous laundry list of complaints for structure, so this doesn’t end up turning into a rambling essay.

• Incoherent messaging/Bad politics

First off, It’s US military propaganda, but we all know that. That impacts its ability to tell an authentic, thoughtful story. Propaganda is always full of contradictions and exceptions to its own rules, which exacerbates problems that already riddle corporate media.

The most glaring problem I think most Marvel properties have is lack of a cohesive message and themes. Daredevil suffers from a similar issue, which is as much of a "too many cooks in the kitchen" problem (too many contradicting ideas) for what they wanted as it is with the producers being spineless hacks who were unable to decide what they wanted their story to be.

They wanted to have their cake and eat it too, in a lot of respects. They wanted to tell a story about trauma, vengeance and the brutality of war but they also wanted a All-American Badass Gun Guy to get young people interested in enlisting, so it constantly jettisons back and forth in tone and makes for shitty television.

• Stupid Plot

The conspiracy-thriller plot feels off-base for a Punisher story, and is jarring if you saw season 2 of Daredevil. It doesn’t even feel like it takes place in the same universe (none of it feels cohesive, which as stated is a running problem)

The series begins with Frank "finishing" his mission to eliminate everyone involved with the murders of his family and symbolically burning his Punisher vest. This is beyond stupid for a variety of reasons. From a continuity perspective, a storytelling perspective, a character motivation perspective… it just doesn’t make sense. This means the writers have to scramble to come up with a new conflict, which is absurd to me when they could’ve just… had him keep going.

• General Characterization

You’re entirely correct in that Frank’s character just feels off. Like I said earlier, going into the Punisher fresh off of Daredevil season 2 is jarring, even before I knew anything about the character from the comics. There’s a sense that there’s something missing with Frank’s motivations and it definitely has a lot to do with the aforementioned stupid Government conspiracy A-plot in season 1.

Imo, Jon Bernthal, despite everything, plays Frank pretty well considering the material he’s been given, but there’s still something off. @cabfarewell says that it’s because he plays him too much like a cop, which I think is true. There’s just air of… Bootlicker throughout the whole show that undercuts the fact that Frank, at his core, is a character who gets fucked over by his government, which is vaguely gestured at but never satisfyingly addressed.

• Sexism

It goes without saying that Marvel is dogshit at female characters and the Punisher is no exception.

It’s tragic because Karen Page, Dinah Madani, Sarah and Leo Lieberman (and to some extent Maria) all have potential but are woefully underutilized. It’s very clear that the writers are using stock archetypes as a crutch (Potential Love interest, "Virtuous" Cop, Mother, Daughter, Dead Wife etc…) and never expand on them more, because clearly they do not see them as people, but like I said, this is par for the course for Marvel, nobody’s surprised.

• The Liebermans

Then there’s my beloved Micro.

I adore Micro as a character for a variety of reasons and I think Ebon Moss-Bacharach plays him fantastically, BUT it has to be said that he embodies a lot of antisemitic stereotypes.

The narrative aggressively pushes the audience to view him as an unathletic, cowardly effete intellectual who’s reluctant to get his hands dirty. He’s scheming and not entirely trustworthy, he’s simultaneously hypersexual and impotent. Literally the only way they could’ve made it worse is if they made him a cheapskate with deep-seated mommy issues.

It’s kind of bizarre because there are things David does that directly contradict the stereotypes, he’s clearly very capable, and not a coward, but Frank and other characters insist that they’re true. It’s just bad writing.

They kind of half-ass a suggestion of a character arc, but it ultimately ends with a restoration of the status quo which MAKES NO SENSE for David as a character.

Sarah’s an even worse case, not even getting an arc and barely changing as a result.

Like I said earlier, Sarah is neglected by the narrative which makes a lot of the things she does not entirely make sense taking into account how a real person might respond in her situation. Sarah and her kids are more plot devices than people, which is disappointing, because I feel like giving her more character would have enriched the story a lot. She’s positioned as a mirror to Frank, being also recently widowed and coping poorly, and like most things in this show this is never addressed fully.

[elegantjellyfishwerewolf]

Why I don't like "Wizards"

In general, I think that the "Stories of Arcadia" began to slide after the release of "Three from Heaven", but more on that later. In this post there will be many comparisons of "Wizards" with "Trollhunters" due to the fact that they are a direct continuation.

1. The first thing I didn't like was that the narration was too fast, and if this is still acceptable in the first series, then in the rest such narration begins to annoy, because it does not allow you to delve into the story and concentrate on at least one action.

For example, already in the second series, a lot of things happen: the arrival at Arthur's castle, the interaction of Claire and Morgana, the acquaintance of Jim and Deya, Steve becomes a knight, the trolls escape from Camelot. Of course, there are episodes in which the narrative goes normally, for example, in 4 episod, but basically the story does not have the ability to concentrate on one moment and continues to throw out new information to us.

2.The second problem, for me personally, is the characters. 1. I really didn't like that Steve's intelligence was cut so much, he wasn't a very smart character before either, but he could still come up with interesting ideas to solve problems (for example, when in the second season he guessed to use umbrellas to help trolls), but then they made a complete jerk out of him who, throughout the entire viewing, only irritates with his tantrums. If you remove him from the series, literally nothing will change, because his "knight's arch" didn't really lead to anything. After the battle of Kilahed Bridge, he says he will continue Lancelot's cause and bring back the Knights of the Round Table, but in the end he did nothing of it. 2. Another character who, in my opinion, has become worse in "Wizards" is Claire. I'm the only one who thinks that in the two weeks she spent in Camelot, she became too good at using shadow magic, considering that she studied with Douxie, who himself said he didn't understand anything about shadow magic. And even after becoming such a professional magician, for some reason she still can't guess to open a portal under Jim and only then, after escaping from the fortress of the Secret Order, try to bring him to his senses, BUT NO! Instead, she tries to convince Jim to enter the portal himself, and when she tries to open the portal under him, Morgana has already arrived by then, and she has to retreat. 3.The third character is Douxie. I immediately say that I do not hate him, the only thing that confuses me is his age. He is 900 years old, just think about this figure! And with all this, he behaves like a teenager who is 18-19 years old. The authors are trying to show us that he has changed since the events in Camelot by showing his younger version, but these changes can happen in a maximum of 2 or 5 years, BUT NOT IN 900 YEARS!!!! While watching it, the thought did not leave me that it was a 900-year-old man who, for some reason, continues to behave like a teenager.

4.Morgana. After The Wizards, I hated her. The authors tried to make her an ambiguous character, but in the end they created a bunch of plot holes. In Wizards, she says she wants to help all magical creatures, but in Troll Hunters, when Angor asked her for help, she tricked him into serving her and killing Merlin's champions. She also stole troll children and used creepy experiments to turn them into changelings (also against their will). Yes, even in the series itself, she contradicts herself when she gives Gunmar a sword that can control the mind. 5. The secret Order. I have no doubt that the authors came up with these characters only when they were writing the script for "Wizards", and that they did not exist initially. Because after the battle on the Kilahed Bridge, they say they will now try to change the world. AND THEY DECIDED TO DO IT ONLY AFTER 900 YEARS!!! SERIOUSLY!!!!!! You say that they have been recovering all this time, but I will say that only Belrog needed to be restored, and the rest of the Order members could try to carry out their plan to steal the seals alone. AND WHERE WERE THEY WHEN GUNMAR AND MORGANA ARRANGED ETERNAL NIGHT?!!?! I very much doubt that magicians of their level would not have felt such a strong release of magical energy.

3.Plot holes. There are too many of them! Literally in every episode I noticed one or another plot hole. Of those that were very noticeable: 1. Deya could not be the first hunter because Kanjigar said that troll hunters tried to kill Gunmar many times, but never won. 2. Morgana couldn't create a changeling in a couple of days, which also grew so fast. 3. When the moment came to conclude a deal between Angor and Morgana. 4. Creeper's poison created the Order of Janus, changelings could not create an order in a couple of days, and Morgana could not create such a number of changelings. 5.In the third season of trollhunters there was shown the battle of Merlin and Morgana and it had happened not only in another place but also there was no Douxie on the scene. 6. Blinky said that the confrontation between Merlin and Morgana lasted for centuries, as a result, it happened within a couple of days.

There were also many minor inconsistencies in the plot: 1. The battle on the Kilahed Bridge was different from the one we were shown in the third season of "Troll Hunters".

2. The design of the Deya is different from the statue in the forge of heroes.

3. WHY THE HELL CAN MORGANA OPEN PORTALS WITHOUT A STAFF?! Then why didn't she just create a portal in the finale of the third season and fly out of it? 4. The process of creating the amulet is different from what we were shown in the third season.

5. Where did Belrog get the staff of shadow if it was destroyed in the finale of the third season? AND WHERE DID THIS STAFF GO AFTER THE EIGHTH EPISODE?!! 6. The hand that is used to create the amulet is also different from the one that was shown to us in "Troll Hunters".

7. During Morgana's incarceration, she was wearing a helmet and a raincoat. 8.Wendel's appearance is also different from the one that was shown to us in "Troll Hunters".

(This is probably going to sound like a quibble, but why didn't Jim react to Draal in any way?)

And this is the main reasons why I can't perceive wizards as a direct continuation of the trollhunters series.

4.Of course, there were moments in this show that I liked, for example, the acquaintance of Blinky and Aarrg, the storyline of Merlin and Douxie, but, alas, the cons in this show outweighed the pros for me.

[qierxing]

Sublime

A/N: So like. Hate to say it Diasomnia’s whole halloween thing was such a bad way to put a twist to Chinese dragons (y*na once again on her weird ass orientalist bs unfortunately) so I’m doing some tweaks on the whole idea. I’m gonna revert back to the original predominant myths of western dragons terrorizing people, since you know, that’s Diasomnia’s origin deal lol.

Yan! Malleus Draconia x Reader

Halloween AU

Sell your soul to the devil 

on the corner of the street

And if it isn’t eaten, 

then it’s null and void, you see

—

Malleus regarded time as a fickle, but irrelevant matter.

His family line assured that. Unlike mortals, dragons (if not slain) could live for centuries, and as they age, they can gain more and more wisdom Although, Malleus could not recall the exact age of his grandmother (and she would definitely scold him if he tried to ask). For each year that passes, is only a mere blink of an eye for the future king.

The Valley of Thorns is a nation of dragons, but it also had its fair share of human residents. Though there were many fae servants in the castle, there were also human ones, as per his grandmother’s policy that saw to the integration of them within the country.

“Malleus, this will be a new personal aide, [First] [Last]. The [Last] family has been serving us for a long time, as you may remember.”

How interesting. He recalls an old man who looks like you assisting him in certain tasks. His eyes survey your bowed head and stiff form. He wonders how long you would last.

Well, no matter. His green eyes flicked away, uninterested once more.

You'll be another forgettable face in another couple decades.

–

"Your Highness, could you perhaps afford to not make a commotion each time you go out?"

Malleus doesn't bother turning around. He sure has to commend you for your skills: it usually took Sebek and Silver several hours to find his haunts. And yet, it currently has only been half an hour that you've shown up. But you don't sound annoyed or relieved. Rather, he could almost say your tone was akin to apathy.

"Child of man, what is your opinion on this statue?" 

There's a pause. He can sense that he caught you off guard. He’s curious about what your response would be. Would it be pointless flattery? Most attendants were too afraid to contradict his opinion. 

“It’s ugly.” He nearly falls over from surprise at the bluntness of your off hand statement. Normally he would be angry but…

“You’re rather bold, aren’t you?” Your face shows traces of apprehension of fear from angering him, but you stand your ground. He smirks. How entertaining. 

Despite his expectations, you manage to surprise him pleasantly throughout your service. He finds his mood improving more as you serve him tea and read him the day’s agenda. You indulge his slow banter and old fashioned jokes, often inserting casual jabs that would’ve landed others in the cold dungeons, but for you, earn a hearty chuckle from the fae. 

Yes, he’s become so used to your presence that it surprises him that it takes Sebek, of all his confidants, to point out his affection.

“Young Master, I’m overjoyed that you are magnanimous with your favor to others, but today’s paperwork cannot be put off! [Last] cannot accompany you for today’s walk due to their other tasks, so please–” The rest is droned out as Malleus reflects on Sebek’s words.

Favor…yes, that is one way to view it. You are indeed someone he feels fondly towards, and it was with this revelation that he swears a quiet vow.

No matter what, he will do anything to make sure the two of you could stay together like this.

—

He’s beginning to realize that time is no longer something irrelevant to him.

He sees it. While Malleus remains unchanging like the seasons, he swears he sees more wrinkles in your skin, your strength faltering more often than not, and your memory too. No longer are the days where you’re able to catch up to him during his escapades, instead it’s usually Silver and Sebek arriving, out of breath but there, regardless. It’s a far cry from you, who now retires to your chambers after only a half a day attending to him. 

“[First] unfortunately was born of a weak constitution, your Highness. I beg your forgiveness, but please, let them be excused from their duties.” The woman that bows her head before him is withered, barely able to stand upright. So this is your mother. She’ll be dead in a few years, he muses.

“No.” The woman whips her head up, fear enlarging her eyes. “But your highness–!”

“I will let them rest. But they will not be parted from my service.” He waves his hand dismissively, ignoring the tearful cries and the doors slamming. 

The sky thunders and flashes as Malleus clenches his fist.

—

Dragons are terrible hoarders.

Malleus is no different, having an entire chamber dedicated to items and knickknacks he’s found interesting over his lifetime. However, up till now, no living beings have graced his chamber.

His unique spell is a curse and a blessing.

It ensures that things can be frozen in time, preserved in their prime before they can disintegrate into rot and mold. Forever stuck in time, unable to age or feel. Can no longer be touched or used, just a pretty little trinket on a pedestal.

He gazes down at the golden lined coffin, setting down a fresh blood red rose on top of your body.

He lifts your hand to his cheek, squeezing the warm flesh tightly in a terrible mimic of a gentle caress. If he closes his eyes, perhaps he can trick himself into thinking you’re doing this on your own. 

Even though you are now a doll, perhaps you could still love him in your still form.

[taddymason]

What are your thoughts on each of the Ninja? I'm just curious

Ooooo okokok this is going to be so long, I'm going to explain my first impression of them when I was a child and how it has changed over time.

Cole: I really didn't care much about Cole when I saw the series for the first time, like, as I remember he was my least favorite character on the team and he seemed boring to me. Now? Easily my favorite ninja. It's funny because of the team it's easily the one I identify with the most in terms of personality. I LOVE how most of his arcs have to do with the potential of his elemental powers, probably one of the ninjas who has grown the most in terms of skills over the course of the series. I know I don't talk much about the way they develop him and how much he matures throughout the series, especially how he becomes more and more open with the team, but he is one of my favorite characters.

Zane: I always liked Zane and he always remained my second favorite ninja. One of the parts I like most about his development is how he becomes more confident and sassy, especially in the new seasons. What I do not like is how many other ninjas's jokes about him are limited to "Zane, we need to adjust your honest/sarcasm ciurcuits", etc. It gets pretty tiring and somewhat contradicts the whole point of his character to be reminded that he's a nindroid when the whole point is that he actually sometimes ends up being a lot more human than everyone else but that's it. (ALSO Why did the writers forget that he had a falcon?)

Lloyd: sooo Lloyd is a complicated one because I don't really have strong feelings about his character. I guess one thing that kept me away every time I rewatched the show was thinking that he's like they put every cliche of a protagonist in a blender and most of his arcs feel that "predictable" when you compare him to the others. BUT I like what they are doing with his character on DR and I think it is his best season so far, SO definitely in DR it is more entertaining to see his development and his relationship with the kids.

Kai: Kai is a character that for me... is fine, I don't love him too much like most of the fandom. Again I think that in DR they are doing justice to his character since he feels that in Wildbrainera he was quite forgettable as if the creators didn't know what to do with him (like, I'm not a fan of his arc in S11 because we have definitely seen that lesson a Lot of times). I really love the development of him anyway and his relationship with Nya & Lloyd is one of the best parts of the series.

Nya: I'm going to be honest, I only started to like Nya in S9, before that with the sexist way the writers wrote her in the first seasons when I first saw the series I found her annoying (and S3 and S6 didn't help) . I think her character definitely improved after the Oni trilogy onwards because the creators began to give her REAL CHARACTER FLAWS and take her more seriously because then I started to like her character more.

Jay: soo, when I saw the series for the first time Jay instantly became my favorite ninja. I liked that there was a balance between the sarcastic jokes and the fact that he would then do something surprising like being the first to do spinjitsu, being a genius on roller skates, him shooting in space, etc. It's those moments in which he proved to be the thinker outside the box of the team that were very entertaining along with his humor, his powers, the duality in which he could be a bastard, an idiot and a genius at the same time was what made him that was my favorite on the team

Now, I'm not a fan of Jay when it comes to the new seasons where they basically removed all the traits I'm listing and turned him into a man child who only makes pee jokes. They literally took away EVERYTHING that made him a useful member of the team, he is a completely different character that really the only thing he has is... he is just the "uwu guy on the team". Honestly, it could be a whole essay explaining how I hate Jay from S11 onwards but I'll just leave it at that I hope DR gives him real development (and for a change it doesn't have to do with Nya)

[caralara]

I know Louis' your fave so I hope it's okay that I send you this. But recently the blinkers have been coming off for me in regards to Louis. I think I used to have him up on a bit of a pedestal. I just thought he was this really intelligent guy, really aware of social issues and willing to fight for the right thing and be rebellious when necessary. I don't know. I saw things playing out very differently. But unfortunately, lately, I've been seeing a lot of laziness and complacency and a willingness to settle from him. A lot of contradictions as well. Like he gets the anarchist symbol tattooed but doesn't speak out or place his support behind anything substantial. I'm sorry, legalizing weed is his most political stance. And then being seen with the Starbucks cup and actually covering it in the video like lmao. Not knowing what number year your festival is when he supposedly had big dreams for it. I know this is so small but it irks me that he's been going on about playing the guitar for years. And he is yet to bring it on stage for even one song! I know it comes from a place of self-doubt and insecurity no matter how confident he makes himself appear but like he just doesn't help himself. And fans exaggerating and praising every little thing he does as if he isn't just some basic white man does my head in. Sorry I word vomited on you and I know this sounds harsh but I acknowledge it comes from a bitter place where I feel like his potential is just not being met. At the end it's his life and I genuinely hope he doesn't have many regrets later on.

hi babe

I think I am completely in the same situation as you! I might not be triggered by exactly the same things but I’ve been going over and over it for the last couple days asking myself why I’m so annoyed with him right now?? And I think it really is just the disappointment finding out your fave man is after all, just a man.

Like, to me, it feels like he’s been stagnant since early 2023. right now, to me it feels like he’s just on the hunt for the cheap thrill, getting the validation in that he also can pull massive crowds of screaming girls just like he did during 1D (and it isn’t even the actual validation he’s looking for??? Like he still starts yapping every time a man validates him as if it’s so much more important??)

I feel like he lost focus, or energy, or both. You know, you said it!! You know I love Louis to death, he’s my favourite, and genuinely, I don’t blame him. It makes a lot of sense to me. He’s finally proven himself to not be a flop to all the people doubting him. He’s overcome all the obstacles, did LTWT and had massive success with it, way beyond anyone expected, rode that wave, made a second album that proved he’s not a one hit wonder either, an album he actually enjoyed making, and proved his fans liked it, too. And then… it just kind of stagnated. His team made mistakes and miscalculations. Announcing Asia tour so short notice thinking, then cancelling bc it didn’t sell out, handling the announcements horribly, not realising LTWT was massive bc of all the pent up excitement and desire throughout years of a pandemic, the magnetism of it being the first solo world tour. They also didn’t get it when it came to Milano Summer fest vs. AFHF. The 35k sold out bc it was announced many months in advance and it was the last LTWT show - that’s meaningful to fans. It was easily accessible. You can’t translate just the numbers to „it’s bc he’s popular in Italy,“ there’s so many factors at play they ignored, and therefore AFHF Italy only sold 2/3 of tickets, and a lot of these people didn’t even show up (couldn’t, I better say).

For me, FITF felt like he had checked out a little. He’s plateauing. The excitement and irresistible draw he has is largely due to his resilience, his underdog persona he created that allows normal people to identify with him. And there just wasn’t any… growth since early 2023. He‘s also alienated a large part of his fandom with the bbg pushes, and as you know, I still believe it was all part of the bigger plan to end it, but it does feel like he gave up, got comfortable. And it’s not that I blame him for it necessarily?? Like all he’s been through? It makes a lot of sense to me that now he’s achieved all the things people told him he wouldn’t be able to achieve, that now the burn out sets in, that now, the driving energy of spite and wanting to prove himself has run out.

I feel like the jokes of “oh I’m a pothead I can’t remember if it’s the third or fourth edition of my super duper important close to my heart festival project” or “oh yeah sometimes I forget I’m an actual parent and have a kid” are getting old. Like, it doesn’t serve him anymore it feels like? To me it feels like the weed was a coping mechanism that helped him get through hard times, and that’s completely valid, but now it looks like to me it’s holding him back, blurring his genius.

I’m sorry for the rant back to you. I’m deeply upset because Louis is my escape, my happy place, fandom is my comfort, and I feel like it’s slipping through my fingers because it causes me more upset than happiness at this point. The amount of “kill yourself” messages I have gotten over criticising louis for announcing AFHF so short notice is frankly INSANE. Do people not talk to other people in real life?? How do the people around these people that send those messages deal with them in real life?? It’s so upsetting to see how many people feel comfortable typing out these kind of messages and sending them.

I do hope this feeling of mine calms down, and I can go back to just glorifying louis and have him as my comfort place, because I do not like the thoughts I have and the way it makes me feel.

[irrealisms]

the visceral organs used for food liner notes

fic here if you haven't read it!

the title comes from a section from Unmentionable Cuisine by Calvin W Schwabe that's about eating hearts; shoutout to this quackity fic by @blocksgame for showing it to me! the full line is "In contrast to many types of muscle meat, which are improved in tenderness and taste by aging, the visceral organs used for food should be bought as fresh as possible."

i did a transcript of the VOD this fic is based on--not the whole VOD, but, like, ten minutes of it, including all the dialogue that made it to the fic. i'm proud of it. Check It Out.

you can also watch the full VOD here!

quite possibly my favorite quote from it didn't actually make it to the fic-- it's "O-okay! Why are you—what? Bro… I don’t want to do this again. No, bro, not again, why? Okay okay. I'll do anything. What can I do to leave?". something about planetlord begging, i'll do anything. something about not again, because he's been in this situation--not exactly, but close--before. i don't want to do this again. (except vitalasy opens the threat with i'm going to remove the last portal. no way out, this time.)

the fact that he's been here before, by the way, is something i thought a lot about while writing this fic. tried to include a decent amount of that.

also: something about jaron and planet killing each other to reset their hunger hits different in a universe where [when you kill someone you get their heart] is a Cannibalism Thing.

vitalasy is such a mess in this fic. "you're so manipulative! stop playing the victim!!!!" he says, to someone he is actively spawnkilling

like i love him (see: every other lifesteal fic i have written) and i do have a lot of empathy for him and he is in fact having a really bad time. but. also. vitalasy. honey.

i have such a specific vision of vitalasy's exploit powers here. the way he can Tap You With His Hand and it kills you. the way he can just...reach into Planet's chest and pull the heart out and it doesn't matter if bones or armor are in the way. the corpses with Holes in the chest where vitalasy reached Through them. i could do vitalasy angst with this if i was writing his pov but from planet pov it is such potent horror!!!

in general i knew i wanted to go Full Horror on this fic. i already wrote a sweet fic about cannibalism-as-love. this isn't that.

maybe it's the ex-patient in me but i also really really love forcefeeding horror. or ... not quite forcefeeding. there's no physical force involved, planet isn't refusing. eating, when you don't want to, with the quiet knowledge that if you don't eat it will be worse.

also the thing of. eating yourself. there's a certain Layer to that.

vitalasy giving planet's hearts back. vitalasy doesn't want to ban planetlord. vitalasy wants to kill planet but vitalasy wants planet to stay alive while he does this to him. man

i did the math on planet's heart count throughout the vitalasy&planet interaction in monster and there were two interesting things that stood out to me: 1, planet consistently panics and is all "stop stop you're actually going to ban me!" when he's on two hearts, not one; and 2, vitalasy lets planet go with "How many hearts are you on?"/"Four."/"Drop one."/"Okay."/"Good. We’re back where we started." it makes sense for vitalasy to assume planetlord (known for being on three hearts) started on three hearts. i also assumed this before i did the math! but he didn't. he started on four. they're not back where they started; planet is, in fact, down one heart. but planet doesn't contradict vitalasy on this, just accepts the heart loss without mentioning it.

unrelatedly: something i like about Monster--and this is totally my c!inniterisms talking--is that planetlord is, in fact, annoying the whole time. he laughs at vitalasy. he gets bitchy. he's sarcastic. he keeps trying to get his stuff and/or escape. when he gets out of the prison, he stays to laugh at the Communication Book and Zam's betrayal and talks about how it's "really funny"! like he's definitely Freaked Out and he'll periodically remember the situation he's in and backpedal and try to placate, but overall he's being ... very himself? and, also, none of that actually justifies what vitalasy is doing, imo, no matter how much vitalasy goes "he was being annoying!!!" on baconwaffles stream the next day

when i say "for the fifth time in what must be fewer than five minutes", the reason Planet knows that it's less than five minutes is because none of the corpses have despawned yet. they will soon, i made a note for myself of when the first corpse would despawn in case the fic reached there--it's like five lines after the end of the fic lol--but it doesn't quite get there. seven deaths, in five minutes. if you take even the slightest steps towards making a minecraft world more realistic, that's gotta be brutal! it's a death loop but on purpose. a death loop that someone is doing to you. the inherent horror of spawnkilling!

some other fic ideas i tossed around as having Recursive Potential for no apple but a heart universe but didn't end up writing: zam and mapicc s4, cannibalism as [possession/show of power/corpse desecration/devotion]; various heart dupe glitches that involve killing yourself or your friends over and over (jaron farm s1, heart bank s3, dupe war s4); planet and jaron in the team awesome prison; mapicc killing roshambo at the end of s4

[synergysilhouette]

How "Mystery Inc." ruined the gang (and what they could've done to fix it)

Lemme just say: this series was one of the best (if not the best) Scooby Doo shows for it's storytelling, but the storytelling is also what I'm frustrated with; the gang are given personalities that I wasn't a big fan of upon rewatching, and it's a shame, since there were opportunities to explore the characters' psyches rather than having them feeling like random takes on beloved characters.

Fred Jones--I'm about to get a lot of negative attention for this, but I HATE this version of Fred. Since the 21st century (and even the late 20th century) the charming, intelligent, and sociable Fred Jones is nowehere to be seen, usually being portrayed as cocky, ignorant, or in this case, flanderized. In "Mystery Inc," Fred is socially inept, and while someone told me this may be because he was intended to be autistic, the show contradicts this in episode 6 of season 1 where he has a crisis over Daphne missing. He says "guys don't have feelings" and has this very weird sexist moment out of NOWHERE. It's never explained what made him feel this way, which is frustrating since the show did have the potential to show it. Along with this, Fred has an unhealthy obsession with traps. Like, it's not even funny; it's just annoying, especially since it was a big plot point when losing the planospheric disk. Mayor Jones--Fred's dad (no spoilers about that)--is shown to be distant from his son and discouraged Fred from solving mysteries so their town of Crystal Cove could thrive on tourism. THIS RIGHT HERE explains it: Fred's only parent figure is emotionally distant, leaving him to believe that men don't have feelings and thus shuts his out, relying on traps, something he can control and he can only blame himself for if they disappoint him. But no; it's a "kid's show" and thus the parents aren't involved unless they're directly tied to the mysteries at hand. His obsession with traps and emotional dissonance are instead reduced to quirks--annoying ones, might I add. Such a shame.

Daphne Blake--I'm ENRAGED that her main storyline was about her relationship with Fred, especially since he never feels right for her due to the aforementioned reasons. Even when he got better with acknowledging his feelings, it always felt like Daphne deserved better. But that's not what my main point. My main point is this: Daphne comes from a family of rich and successful people, including four sisters who look like her and who she has iffy relationships with (they seem either not that close or antagonistic). It makes her insecure, and her feelings for Fred strengthen in order to rebel against her family's perfect wishes for her...but we rarely see the "perfect" image take hold. Throughout various versions, Daphne has proven to have MANY skills and interests, but "Mystery Inc" doesn't capitalize on this like they should. Ideally, they would've shown that Daphne is Ms. Perfect, and that she's unsure of what she wants to do in life because she's scared of her family's reaction (remember: her dad fainted when she said she and Fred were engaged). I wanted Daphne to explore herself before falling for Fred--and I wanted Fred to be a character worth her time. This is why the series finale felt so weird, since Daphne is now successful and her sisters are underachievers, but this is never a dream Daphne expressed having.

Shaggy Rogers--Shaggy is portrayed more or less the same as all his other versions, but it's the details that make him less likeable for me. Noteably, he's been shown to have difficulty making decisions, particularly in his relationship with Velma. He allowed her to control the relationship and stressed out in order to try to keep her and Scooby happy. This is a lot of Velma's fault, but I'll get to her. With Shaggy, the show could've explained it by showcasing his confusing upbringing; his father is lenient and easygoing, while his mother is more strict and condescending, especially where Scooby is concerned. Shaggy being the loner due to a lack of social skills would've made sense since he was always worried about pleasing others and didn't want to put himself in stressful situations, as well as his deep connection with Scooby--plus Scoby isn't a normal dog; his speech, diet, and physical abilities mimic humans, so Shaggy treating him like one makes sense. And IDK how long they've known each other, but Scooby also has longevity and no health issues in sight, mimicking a human Shaggy's age.

Velma Dinkley--Just like Fred, I haven't liked her 21st century interpretations. She's frequently bitter, cruel, and insecure, with the exception of "What's New," where she's just insecure (didn't like that aspect, though). She also engages in a toxic relationship with Shaggy and devalues Scooby. Now it was confirmed by someone at some point that Velma was closeted, which led to a forceful relationship with Shaggy that she desperately tried to make work. This doesn't excuse how she treated him (did she apologize, or was it just Shaggy?), and I assume her treatment of Scooby stems from her use of logic in every situation. Once that whole "Nightmare on Elm Street" episode came out, she had a mini-breakdown about the lack of logic in a supernatural situation, which could imply she was treating Scooby like a normal dog as a coping mechanism. Again, an apology was appropriate. However, how she acted around others, similar to the rest of the gang, could and should be traced back to her parents. They LOVE the supernatural--or at least what they can monetize from it. They lie and embellish things at their job to make it more interesting, and Velma takes pleasure in exposing the truth. It makes sense that growing up with people who do business by "stretching the truth" can make one jaded and cynical about life, but again, it's never explored for Velma.

Scooby Doo--Scooby is probably the least damaged of the group in this show, imo, however my main issue with him does seem to be his inconsistency. His "dog? Where?" takes on a new meaning here, as the story is more serious and deep (except for the aforementioned issues), and they gloss over an existential crisis for Scooby: he acts like a dog one minute and a person the next. He has no worries like humans do aside from monsters and has typical dog mannerisms, but is quick to be offended or confused when people reduce him to a simple dog. While his feelings are understandable, he never sticks to them, expecting to be treated like a person whenever his feelings (or his appetite) is at stake, and a dog the other times. Given Scooby's various talents, I think it would've made more sense if he rarely ever acknowledged being a dog and audibly expressed his displeasure at not being seen as a human rather than it being a gag. It'd make him seem less contradictory and hypocritical when he's upset with Shaggy trying to spend more time with Velma than him.

[thestupidhelmet]

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💛 Yellow: Do you ever alter, highlight, or de-emphasize certain canonical traits in a character? If so, why and describe how.

For @70s-show-diary and @t7s-jessieverse, too.

Yes. I tend to lean into the insightfulness Jackie demonstrates with Donna and Hyde throughout the series (since season 1). I prefer the more self-aware, self-reflective version of her, although that doesn't mean she realizes All The Things immediately. She still has to work for it; otherwise, where's the story?

She also retains her egocentrism, among other aspects of her core personality, but it's mixed together with her insight as it is in the show.

I generally write Hyde according to a very specific, consistent characterization of him depicted in the show in many episodes. Quite a few episodes contradict this strongly established characterization, however (making other interpretations of him valid), but sometimes using those qualities adds an interesting element of internal and external conflict in a given fanfic.

Read my meta Hyde's Core Characterization for a detailed discussion of how I decided to write Hyde in my stories, including examples from specific T7S episodes.

I mostly write Fez as a combo of the season 1 and season 4 versions of him. Sometimes he's in a story providing mainly humor. But when he's a key part of a subplot or plot, I write his complexities and internal conflicts. He's a person, not a punchline/punchline-giver as the show begins to use him in season 5.

I often write Kelso in his canonical, varying states of awfulness mixed with his humorous narrative and dialogic voice. Some readers bristle at his antagonism in my stories, but stripped of AK's performance and likability in T7S, Kelso is not a sympathetic character except in rare moments.

What these readers are responding to, I believe, is seeing Kelso for who he truly is without the AK smokescreen obscuring him. It's understandably jarring and unpleasant for them.

In season 1, Kelso consistently disrespects Jackie. He lets Fez listen to their phone conversation so Kelso doesn't have to listen to her talk. He tells Jackie she's annoying. He cheats on her with Pam Macy. He doesn't call her for a week after they have sex the first time together. The list goes on.

In season 2, we learn Kelso relentlessly paws at and nags Jackie for sex when she is not in the mood, but she gives in to shut him up. This borders on, if not check the box of, nonconsensual sex.

Also in season 2, Kelso pleads with Jackie after she catches him cheating on her with Laurie. He claims he'll do everything he can, every day, to prove to Jackie how much he loves her if she takes him back.

When she doesn't forgive him and take him back immediately, he goes on the attack two weeks later. He becomes hostile toward her, flaunts Laurie -- the woman he cheated on Jackie with -- and their relationship in front of her. He takes pleasure in Laurie's bullying of Jackie about her heartbreak over Kelso that Laurie herself is fifty percent responsible for.

All of these behaviors prove the lie to Kelso's pleading words and promises to Jackie in "Kiss of Death" (season 2). He does nothing to earn her trust. Writing her a song in "Kelso's Serenade" is all about what he wants: "Jackie, please take me back-y."

He stalks Jackie in season 4 and obsesses about her one kiss with one guy who isn't him. Makes a false equivalence between his months of sex with other girls without any intention to tell Jackie about it and the one kiss that she tells him about within twenty-four hours. He punishes her for her minor transgression after she forgave him for his major ones.

In season 5, he does everything he can to sabotage Jackie's happiness (with Hyde). While Kelso's allowed to sleep with whoever he wants, Jackie isn't allowed -- by his self-entitled, hypocritical rules and possessiveness -- to move on and have a relationship with someone else. One tactic he uses is trying to make Hyde look as badly as possible in Jackie's eyes.

Kelso only "releases" Jackie in season 6 once he's finally had sex with a woman he also likes as a person.

Where Kelso loyalty to and treatment of his friends are concerned, he's little better. He does show loyalty to Eric in "Grandma's Dead" (1x23), and in season 4 he warns Eric that Casey is capable of hurting Donna badly. In seasons 5 and 6, he does give Fez genuine moments of friendship. Otherwise, he treats his friends as playthings for his gratification and amusement.

Kelso touches (and attempts to) touch Donna inappropriately against her wishes, whether she's dating Eric or single, multiple times throughout the series. He continually tries to see her breasts until she -- like Jackie -- gives in so that he'll stop. The supposed code Hyde breaks by dating (and fooling around with) a friend's ex doesn't apply to Kelso.

Kelso takes Eric and Donna's toys in season 6 and destroys them in experiments, and this is his best season character-wise.

All of that being said, in fanfic I most enjoy nurturing the potential for Kelso's growth and change the show provides glimpses of then erases. My favorite Kelso is the one capable of learning from his mistakes, recognizing his selfishness, and working to become a better person who cares about people other than himself.

Fanfic Ask Game

[lesbianmaxevans]

oh I saw some of your old roswell posts by chance which is why I sent that ask. Same I wish Maria was in on the secret from the start like in the original series I just wasn't into Malex that much I also hated how they ended things between Michael and Maria they could've been great together tbh Maria wasn't used properly in the show I wish we had more of her. I didn't know people shipped her with Max I saw a gif you did talking about then and thought I missed something like when were they together? lmao I would've loved more of their friendship but as a couple yes please I want that too some write that fic. Liz kind of annoyed me throughout the series idk if others were and the way the writers treated Max he deserved better he was actually extremely power and was special then they go just kidding he's nothing special. The whole Max and Liz relationship did take a backseat and you know the self loathing part of himself and being afraid of his powers are barely discussed. Back to the important part of Max and Maria now that you're telling me about it I can't unsee it that would probably be the best relationship on the show you converted me lol

By the way, I don't know if you read the Roswell books but are they good? I wonder if there are any Max and Maria in there if that's where you first fell in love with that ship or not.

maria being the last person to know and a very long time after everyone else...... my villain origin story actually. also the way she found out was horrid. like she finds out by seeing her dead best friend bc her boyfriend and best friend aren't willing to tell her. and how did no one tell her after the gala when she was drugged?!?!?!?! she was in direct danger and still no one told her. unbelievable. I truly hate this writers room so much.

GOD DON'T GET ME STARTED ON 2.13. the way the show had michael dating maria and then was so blatantly pushing m@lex in the final few episodes of s2 is when I really started to dislike the show. (don't ask me why I came back, I was genuinely so close to quitting so many times.) maria's in the hospital after nearly dying and she's sacrificing their rship bc the narrative is giving m@lex the soulmate treatment. and this directly contradicts how s1 ended for her!!!!!!!! s1 she spends the whole time being alex and liz's support system and michael was the only one consistently there for her! she decides to let herself take a chance on this relationship bc she's falling for him and she's constantly sacrificing everything for everyone else and she is choosing herself for once. and then s2 she's back to being self-sacrificing. and then the fucking nora/tripp bullshit to hit you over the head with the m@lex soulmatism. 🤢 god I'm getting so fucking angry all over again I hate s2 so fucking muchhhhhh.

and the thing is michael and maria had good chemistry. I rmbr some of their s4 scenes had me like "damn if it weren't for the dubious consent of their initial rship, I would be on board with this" bc I DID like them in early s1. I was into it up until they had sex when maria was still in the dark. and then the fact that he wasn't the one to tell her about aliens + rosa's coverup was kind of the nail in the coffin for me bc that scene was excrutiating. michael continually trying to touch maria when she repeatedly tells him to not touch her and to leave 🤢 (which imo is even more egregious given michael's background of being abused like........) I can't believe ppl were crying about michael in that scene when maria surely feels violated bc her whole world just fell out from under her. but my rant about how fandom treats michael + isobel vs everyone else is for another day!

anyway! yes, the show never gave maria good material imo. every time they would start to give heather something meaty, it would just disappear. like s1, as I said above, she was pretty much only there to be alex and liz's support and to start teasing her rship w michael + her being part alien bc her abilities. s2 actually kind of lets her start tapping into the alien abilities, but oh no, her powers are killing her. s3 was more of her being self-sacrificing. and then s4 she loses her powers bc the treatment to save her, only to discover new powers in what..... the final 5 episodes or smth? 😑 like....... you do not understand how desperately I want to beat these writer's asses.

there is a bit of maria/max fic 👀 it's mostly smut tho adskjhfkjfdgskjfdg so rip if that's not your thing. maria/max would have been so good, the untapped potential actually makes me feel insane. like esp s3 when they're both dealing w deteriorating health? there's just so much that they could relate to each other on that they wouldn't be able to talk to other people about. and yet I think they have like maybe six scenes together that aren't group scenes in the whole show. 🙄 I deserved a FWB storyline. I saw that 2.08 scene at the wild pony, you can't tell me they don't want to smash.

as for liz...... s1 liz I would have died in battle for her. like I was in the trenches defending her from fandom constantly. s2 retconning her driving force as a scientist from being that she doesn't want anyone to experience the pain she did when she lost rosa (1.07 lab scene) to her chasing after people's approval and wanting recognition....... writers die 5000 times by my blade. it's a core mismatch and makes it borderline impossible for me to reconcile s1 liz with post s1 liz. short version: s1 liz has never done anything wrong ever in her life. idk who post s1 liz is bc that change was straight up character assassination in my eyes. and post s1 liz gets on my nerves a lot too. like how did we go from her in tears at the thought of betraying max's trust when her memories of max are all jumbled bc isobel's mind meddling to her literally using alien dna for experiments w/o his consent when she has accepted and can actually voice that she loves him?!?!?!? like make it make sense!!!!!!!!!!

and god. GOD. don't get me started on the writing for max. the writers so clearly had no idea what to do with him after his "death" and it makes me fucking feral bc the blueprint for what to do after s1 was just sooooooooo fucking obvious to me!!!!!! like s1 he's drowning in self-loathing and that starts to ease a little when he and liz get together bc it's literally the only thing he's ever wanted, but he has his self-sacrificing nature and he's a protector, so of course he sacrifices himself to save rosa. to undo his biggest regret and to attempt to relieve liz's trauma. so you'd think his storyline after this is about him chipping away at the self-loathing (and I think a scene of rosa saying she forgives him would have been pivotal to this but the writers didn't give a fuck about their dynamic apparently bc they have like. 3 scenes together post his resurrection. I hate it here), him learning to embrace his powers (and liz's science background SHOULD have been a help here. just for them to privately understand his heritage better. but again. the writers don't fucking care about that), him becoming more self-assured, etc, etc. and what do the writers do? s2 he's depowered bc he got a weak heart and he's basically just there for exposition dumps. s3 is such a fucking joke for max fans he's literally not even there for half the season. s4 he is depowered AGAIN for half the season and then the narrative treats him as selfish and idiotic for wanting to be able to touch liz without hurting her...... BITING MAIMING KILLING. and as you said he's set up to be so so powerful. noah calls him The Savior. and then in s3 we learn that that's just jones' title that he gave himself. jones, the genocidal egocentric alien, is the one with that title. so it's not even fucking about max. max just has that title bc he's jones' clone. and don't get me started on how fucking nonsensical the writing is for s3. max is jones' clone so he has all of jones' powers. michael and isobel try to fight jones w/o max and barely make it out alive. suddenly w no training or practice, by the end of the season isobel can fight jones with the alien sword and beat him. michael can fight jones with the mind powers and nearly overpower him. meanwhile max does fucking nothing in the final fight. omfg it pisses me off so bad. someone redo this show and do the jones plot competently, it's genuinely devastating how much potential was wasted with it.

and no I haven't read the books! I'm not sure how much of the show would be reflected in them given they are still high school students in the books, so I'm sure a lot was changed to adapt it into the show. I basically just got invested in max and maria bc I'm a polyshipper at heart and maria/liz was so so so real in s1 (why did the writers barely let them interact one on one again after that. god ik I keep complaining about the writers but truly all of them can go to hell!!!!) so I was like "liz has TWO hands" and then s2 fucking up liz's characterization made my brain go really hard for max/maria and I've been stuck there since. lmao.

[torturedblue]

I’m actually really curious to hear what other opinions people have on this… I know a large fraction of the fandom believe Leo has an inferiority complex and/or possible self-hatred issues so much that it’s basically become fanon. But it’s also based off of so much shown throughout the series.

It’s mainly hard to tell because nothing is really conclusively shown or made canon in the moments that point to Leo having deep-seated insecurity issues. We see him craving validation and approval from his father and really anyone and everyone throughout the show. His brothers, Señor Hueso, The Dunk, etc. He shouts that he’s nothing without his brothers when faced with the possibility that he might never find them again.

Leo parades around a lot, showboating and gloating when he undeniably excels at things like basketball games with his brothers and The Lair Games, and looking at his character as a whole it’s easy to take it at face value and see him as a guy that just likes to rub in his wins for fun and doesn’t take life too seriously. I get why it feels fair to think going deeper into the meaning behind his actions seems unnecessary and like a stretch, but when his words and actions start to contradict, that’s when I think analysis becomes necessary.

As a writer, I question why anyone would make a character who has a prominent personality trait of loud confidence and endless bragging, who simultaneously shows so much need for validation and approval from the same people he’s showing off for. Why make him seem so self-assured and cocky 90 percent of the time and then make him confess he’s nothing without the presence of others in the heat of an emotionally stressful moment?

To me, I think the biggest thing to address is this question: what kind of person needs to show/prove to others that they’re amazing and the best and great at what they do? And not in a playful ironic way or to annoy their siblings or friends because it’s funny, but someone who genuinely needs to have some kind of positive attention on them and to remind people he’s skilled and talented. The only two answers I can really think of are: someone with deep underlying insecurity issues, or a narcissist.

And we know Leo isn’t a clinical narcissist or someone with NPD. Far from it actually. Having lived with a textbook narcissist for a chunk of my life, I can see how the constant bragging and talking about oneself can come off as completely genuine but not to be taken seriously. But a narcissist truly believes everything in the world relates back to them and they only truly love themself. Leo’s self-centric loudness is not born from actually being that selfish or big-headed. (And this is excluding the branch of narcissism that’s such an outlier to the others like grandiose or malignant, that really is mostly made up of purely insecurity and a sense of inferiority bc it doesn’t harm others in nearly the same way as the other types do)

It’s not shown in so many words, but there’s a sense of inferiority there that he doesn’t show to anyone else. In Minotaur Maze after failing to get through Hueso’s wall and the others pull him out, he has this moment where he comically makes a fist at the wall he got stuck in, then walks off looking pretty dejected for a situation that’s so inconsequential. He then proceeds to jump at a challenge meant for proving people as champions and spends the rest of the episode chasing after that title. In Portal Jacked! he literally says “I’m nothing without them” which points to self-depreciating issues and tying his self-worth to others. What kind of character is that who screams to the world he’s the best yet constantly asks confirmation from everyone and confesses the opposite? As a person who grapples with my own inferiority and self-loathing issues I know you can both acknowledge and recognize your owns skills as fact yet at the same time think it all amounts to nothing… It’s a weird phenomenon but it’s totally a thing.

This is the first take I’ve seen going directly against this fanon idea and what’s hinted at in the show so I’m genuinely curious to see varying ideas as to how deep it’s fair to go into his psychology and what the show is trying to tell us through the way he’s written, etc

Just a reminder? that Leo doesn’t actually think he is worthless and useless.

Yes, he has his moments of self-doubt, and he struggled to find his place in the team, but he is perfectly aware that he is Good. That he is skillful and athletic and smart. In fact he thinks he is awesome even when he is not, like his humour.

He just sparks joy all around. I know people like the ‘hides the Pain under the smile’ type, but Leo has a normal amount of issues. Like Raph, Donnie and Mikey.

[typical-simplelove]

10,000 Hours -> Jay Halstead

Summary: All the ways Jay shows you he loves you.

Author's Note: This is the first time I'm posting a fic that's not hockey-related. I'm honestly so scared, so please be kind with this one, and enjoy!

Word Count: 5.4k with song lyrics

Warnings: pain, hungover, alcohol, flu, broken wrists, annoying coworkers, a few curse words, pressure/anxiety attack,

Do you love the rain, does it make you dance When you're drunk with your friends at a party? What's your favorite song, does it make you smile? Do you think of me?

The sound of the alarm blared through the bedroom. The throbbing headache you had was further pronounced as you reach to turn it off. Once your hand grapes your phone, you pull it over and turn off the alarm. You chuck your phone to a deep crevice of your bedsheets and force sleep to overcome you once again. You pull the bedsheets back up and over your face as the warmth soothes your body.

It might have been two seconds, minutes, or hours; you’re not sure. One moment, your eyes are heavy with sleep, and the next moment you’re startled awake by a dip in your bed.

You’re awake now. Very awake. Your eyes go wide as the headache continued to throb throughout your head. The pain was starting to spread to the rest of your body. What could you have possibly done to be in this much pain?

Oh, wait. The memories start flooding in.

You don’t have much time to let the memories flood back as the person on your bed begins to peel the blankets from over your face. The light forces you to rapidly blink a few times as you adjust. Your eyes finally land on him—Jay Halstead.

“If you sit up, I’ll give you some coffee, water, Advil, and breakfast,” he says. Maneuvering yourself to sit against the headboard is a difficult task in your hungover state.

Once you’re comfortably sat against the headboard, you groan in pain. “How could you let me drink this much?” you whine.

“I tried,” Jay says with a chuckle, “but you didn’t listen to me.”

“Just give me the Advil,” you say sternly.

“You don’t want to eat?” he asks as he hands you the Advil and water.

You shake your head as you knock back the meds. “I can’t think of anything except not being in pain.”

“Well, you need to eat something,” Jay contradicts and extends the plate of eggs, sausage, and toast in front of you. You slide over to let Jay sit comfortably next to you. Then, you begin to eat. The first few bites were tough to swallow, but once the meds started to work, you were able to take more confident bites.

"Did I at least look like I had fun last night?" you ask once you're halfway finished with the food Jay made you.

Jay smirks. "Does that change anything?"

"I'm trying to find a reason as to why this pain could be remotely good at all."

Jay pretends to ponder the question, but by the way, he's holding in a smirk, you know you won't like the answer. "Did you have fun? Yes, I think so. Did I get footage of you embarrassing yourself? Also yes. Those two thoughts can and do exist."

You groan into your hands.

"If it makes you feel better, then only embarrassing things happened while I was driving you home and in the elevator."

"So, nothing in public then?" you confirm.

Jay shakes his head.

"At least there's that."

He snorts. "I'm not sure if you singing Journey and sticking your head out the window like a dog should be a not so bad thing, but hey, you do you."

"No way that happened."

"That's precisely what happened."

You, again, groan. "I'm not hungry anymore."

Jay takes the plate and finished your final few bites using your fork. As your best friend, Jay has seen you do many, many, many embarrassing things, and you’re the same. The only difference is that when Jay does embarrassing things, he often looks incredibly good doing so which is not fair.

Once Jay has finished the food on the plate, he gets off your bed and says, "Go shower, and then we'll figure out today's game plan."

"Game plan? I have no intentions of leaving my apartment at all. It's Saturday after all."

He gives you a knowing look. You give one back.

"Not happening, Jay."

He sighs. "Just go shower, and we'll talk after."

You slide out of bed and hop into the shower. The warm water helps soothe the aches in your muscles as you wash off the stench and discomfort of a night out. You wash your face and hair to be rid of the greases and oil that formed. Once you've finished showering, you throw on a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. You walk out of the bathroom and sit next to Jay on the couch where he's watching the highlights of last night's hockey game.

"What would I do without you?" you sigh as you take a seat.

"Die, probably," he jokes.

"I know you're joking, but it might not be too far from the truth."

Jay laughs. "I think you're the one who keeps me alive."

"Pfft, me? What good have I done to keep you alive?"

Jay shrugs. "You're my lifeline."

You smile at that. "Lifeline, I love that."

Not as much as I love you, Jay thinks to himself. Last night was one of many, many nights where Jay went out of his way to make sure you were safe. Every time you went out, he was constantly looking out for you and making sure you were having a great time and staying safe. Jay always slept in your guestroom to make sure you had breakfast and pain meds and water the next day. He always made sure you were comfortable underneath your blankets. He only wished that you realized those actions were those of love and not friendship.

When you close your eyes, tell me, what are you dreamin' Everything, I wanna know it all

You were hit with the absolute worst-case of the flu you've ever had. You were on day three of working from home and all you wanted was to leave your house and get some fresh air. You had opened a few windows to try to simulate the feeling, but when it started to make you cold and sniffle, you knew it was better to keep the windows closed.

Each morning, Jay woke up to a million texts from you complaining about how you couldn't sleep. When you were bored or couldn't sleep, you'd spam Jay with messages to cure your boredom. Now that you were stuck at home, those messages were constantly coming in. Thankfully, the unit was having a slow week, so the messages weren't distracting, but they were heartbreaking. He wanted nothing more than to take the pain from you.

At the end of his shift, Jay went to the small deli around the corner to pick up some soup. He picked up your favorite before he showed up at your apartment. He didn't bother knocking on the door because you were likely sleeping. Your texts haven't come in the past thirty minutes, so he's assuming you're asleep or "resting your eyes".

When he walks into your apartment and sees you sitting comfortably wrapped in blankets, Jay's heart warms and saddens. You only got like this when you were sad, but at the same time, you looked so cute sitting like that. Jay clears his throat, and you turn your head to face him. When you see Jay, a soft smile overcomes your face.

You take your blanket jacket fort and waddle over to Jay. "You didn't have to come."

"Yes, I did," he replies with a soft smile. "Look at you."

You glance down at your sweats, sweatshirt, and bundle of blankets and smile. "I look amazing."

Jay snorts. "You do look amazing." He walks over and pulls you into a hug. Normally, you'd breathe in his scent, but your clogged nose prevented you from doing that. You missed Jay's scent, his laundry detergent and cologne.

You sit on a seat at your kitchen counter and wait for Jay to slide the soup over to you. When Jay removes the lid, you smile at the soup—your favorite. Jay watches with satisfaction as you slowly begin to drink the soup. He watches as a bit of color returns to your face and light to your eyes. As Jay drinks the soup he bought for himself, he notices that you’re struggling to continue drinking the soup and keep the blanket that you’re wearing as a cape on. Jay stifles a chuckle knowing it wouldn’t please you, so he gets up and helps pull the blanket off of you. He throws the blanket onto the couch and kisses your forehead softly. It pained him to watch you suffer through this bout of illness.

Jay sits back at the table and continues drinking his soup. With the lack of conversation flowing, Jay assumes that you didn’t cook many meals for yourself these past few days.

You take another sip of your soup. It must have gone down the wrong pipe as you begin to cough. Jay immediately runs over to you and strokes your back. You stop coughing, and Jay runs to your kitchen to grab you a glass of water. You take a few slow sips and let yourself calm down.

“Thank you, Jay,” you say lowly.

“Anytime,” he says through a smile.

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

“I’ll be just a minute,” Jay tells his partner and grabs the coffee sitting in the center console. He shuts the door and quickly crosses the road. He walks into your office and signs in at the front desk. Jay receives the guest pass and speed walks to the elevator. He presses on the button for your floor and prays that you’re not in a meeting. Jay figures he should have told you he was coming, but he wanted to surprise you.

Once he gets to your floor, Jay walks up to the desk and asks if you’re in and available. The person says yes and tells you to walk to your cubicle. You’re not sitting at your desk, so Jay assumes you’re at the printer or in the washroom. In response, Jay sits and decides to wait a few minutes before he’ll leave the coffee and a note and get back to work.

Just when Jay is about to walk back to his car, he hears someone approach your desk. When he sees you, his eyes light up and pulls you into a hug. “What are you doing here?” you ask.

“I brought you coffee,” he answers pointing to your coffee order sitting on the desk.

You smile. “And you went out of your way for that?”

“Nah, we were in the area.”

“Mmm,” you say with a smile as you take a sip. “Thanks, Jay.”

“Anytime,” he says before bidding you adieu. You sat back at your desk with a smile on your face—a smile that only Jay could bring out of you.

Do you miss the road that you grew up on? Did you get your middle name from your grandma? When you think about your forever now, do you think of me?

“How did this happened again?”

You sigh and turn your head to Jay who’s driving. “We’ve been over this a million times, Jay.”

“But it’s a funny story.”

You roll your eyes. “For you, yes. For me, no.”

“Just tell the story again for me. After all, I am driving you to get groceries.”

“Which, may I remind you that you didn’t have to do considering I could just have them delivered to my door?”

“Just tell the story,” Jay insists.

“I was walking down the stairs to the lobby at work, and my coworker tripped me, and I broke my wrist.”

Jay bursts out into laughter.

“This isn’t funny, Jay.”

“To me, it is,” he insists.

“Jay!”

Jay pulls into a parking spot and looks at you. He’s very visibly hiding laughter on his face as he says, “I’m sorry that your coworker tripped you and made you break your wrist. I’m also sorry that I laughed.”

“You’re mostly forgiven,” you answer. You lean over and kiss Jay’s cheek and rush out of the truck. Jay smiles widely and places his hand on the cheek you kissed. You and your broken wrist and cheek kisses are going to be the death of Jay.

He doesn’t have the opportunity to think about the kiss much longer as you knock on his window in impatience.

You lead Jay into the grocery store. He’s pushing the cart and picks out the groceries you request. If you need more than one hand to lift it, then Jay is the one who’s grabbing the groceries. Because your wrist was still in a cast, you couldn’t do much, so Jay was driving you around and helping with errands and such. One of the positives that came with the broken wrist is Jay. He’s been driving you around for the past few weeks, so he was always there. This was definitely helping to lower and reduce the feelings you had for your best friend.

“There’s no way I’m letting you buy that milk,” Jay interjects.

You snort. “Fine, I wasn’t asking for your permission.”

“But you are asking for my help to grab it.”

“Jay, it’s milk.”

“It’s cow’s milk. We all know that almond milk is better.”

You sigh. “Just grab the milk, Jay.”

He stands up straight. “Nope, if you want that milk, you’re going to have to get it on your own.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Really,” he confirms. In response, you open the dairy fridge and grabbed the handle of the milk you wanted to purchase. You lift it but have to immediately put it back on the shelf. It was too heavy for you to grab with one hand.

“You’re going to make me injure myself further, you know,” you point out.

“I highly doubt that.”

We’ll see about that, you think to yourself. If he didn’t want to help you, then you’ll just find someone else. You scan the dairy aisle and looking around for another person. You see a tall, muscular, handsome man browsing the eggs. You throw Jay a smile and saunter over to this other man.

“Excuse me?” you ask the egg-man (that’s how you’ve decided to call him in your head).

He turns to you and smiles. “Yeah?”

“As you can tell, I broke my wrist,” you begin and hold up your broken wrist. “I can’t lift the jug of milk. Do you think you could help me?”

“Of course,” he answers and follows you. As you walk over to your shopping cart and Jay, you notice that Jay’s head is angled down to his phone, but his eyes are very much watching you and egg-man interact. Is that jealousy in his eyes?

You point at the jug of milk you want to egg-man.

“I already got your milk,” Jay interjects. Did you sense a hint of possessiveness in his voice? He pockets his phone and points at the two jugs of milk sitting in your shopping cart.

“Oh!” you say surprised. You then turn to egg-man. “I’m sorry for bothering you. Thanks, though.” Egg-man nods and walks away. As he’s doing so, you wack Jay’s arm.

“What?”

“You ass. You couldn’t get my milk until you felt threatened by another male?”

“No one helps my girl except for me,” Jay answers. My girl. That was the first time he’s ever used that phrase for you, but you liked it.

“Okay,” you reply with a smile. You could get past that.

When you close your eyes, tell me, what are you dreamin'? Everything, I wanna know it all

Growing up, if your mother had time, she’d always make you a chocolate-vanilla layered cake with buttercream. She’d always write “happy birthday” in your favorite color on the top with four blue candles. It was always four candles regardless if you were turning one, four, eight, sixteen, or eighteen. Since moving to Chicago and away from home, it wasn’t often you got to make it back home for your birthday. This year was one of those years.

You complained all of once in a very brief passing; however, this was enough for Jay to know how bad you felt about not being home. A few times, Jay has been told stories about the traditions you had. His favorite to hear about your birthday cake. Your eyes always lit up, and it was one of Jay’s favorite looks on you—happy.

When he got the hint that you were sad about not being home, Jay made it his mission to try to put a smile on your face for your birthday. He figured the best option he had to do that was to bake the cake for you. The only problem was that Jay was terrible at baking and had no strength on that front. He burnt the chocolate layers and the vanilla wasn’t cooking. By the time you showed up at Jay’s apartment, all he had was buttercream that he still isn’t sure he made properly.

“What happened here?” you ask when you see the cake pans and dirty dishes piled in his sink.

“I tried to make that birthday cake of yours that you had growing up, but as you can see, it didn’t go that well.”

You smile. “I can see that.”

“If you help me, maybe we can still have a vanilla cake?”

You giggle. “That sounds fun.”

“Oh, and happy birthday! I can’t believe I forgot,” Jay says and pulls you into a hug. You wrap your arms tightly around Jay and let yourself soak in the hug. You hold on for a few more seconds and attribute it to being your birthday. There couldn’t be any other reason, right?

“Shall we make the cake now?” Jay asks after he pulls away far too soon. You nod and begin pouring the vanilla cake batter into one pan. “What are you doing?”

“The reason the chocolate burnt was that you put too little batter into the pan.”

“And this is why we’re best friends,” Jay remarks. “You always know how to fix my mistakes.”

You smile and continue maneuvering around the kitchen to finish the cake. You direct Jay to begin to clean the dishes. It was your birthday after all; there is no way you’re cleaning the dishes. Once the vanilla batter is successfully in the oven, you open a bottle of wine and pour two glasses. You sit on a stool in his kitchen and watch Jay continue washing the dishes. Just around when the dishes are finished, the cake is ready to be taken out of the oven, so you take it out and prepare the buttercream to be spread once the cake is cooled.

Once the cake has cooled and frosted, Jay takes two plates of cake while you grab the wine. You both sit on his couch and eat the cake.

“It’s not the same as what I had growing up, but somehow, I love it even more,” you remark.

“Oh yeah?” he asks taking another bite of cake.

You nod. “Best birthday I’ve ever had.”

Jay doesn’t know, but you’re pretty sure it has something to do with Jay being who you’re celebrating with.

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh)

Eight texts were marked unread as Jay arrived home close to midnight. It was a long day with lots of paperwork after a hard-fought case. All he wanted was to sleep, but when the texts from you begin to flood his phone, Jay was completely awake. There wasn’t a single ounce of exhaustion in his body as Jay pulls over to the side of the road to read your messages. From what he got, you were anxious about a project for work. The pressure was getting to you, and you were spiraling. Jay replies with a quick “on my way” before he turns around his truck and heads back to your apartment.

Once he arrives at your apartment, Jay is quick to park and run to the elevator. Thankfully, it was at the ground floor, so he didn’t have to wait. Jay softly knocks on your door, and you let him. Jay takes in your form. You’re wearing your pajamas, but your hair is messy from running your hands through it. Under your eyes were red from crying. Jay pulls you into a warm hug and holds you tightly as you break down again. This time, though, you had Jay there to help you. Everything, it seemed, at this moment, was exhausting. Crying even took a toll on you.

After your tears slowly begin to subside, Jay lets you go for a single moment to grab you a glass of water. It looks like you’ve been crying for a long time, so he wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated or get a headache. He hands you the glass of water, and you accept it graciously before drinking it all in a matter of seconds. You make moves to refill it, but Jay stops you and grabs the glass from you. He’s here to help you, so there’s no way that he’s letting you refill your glass on your own. In the middle of a breakdown or not, Jay isn’t going to let you do anything on your own.

“Do you want to talk?” he asks once you’ve drunk a bit of water and slowly starting to calm down.

You shake your head. “Not right now.”

“That’s fine, whenever you’re ready.”

You nod and close your eyes.

“Hey, do you want to go for a drive?” Jay proposes.

“A drive?” you ask confused. The thought, though, is enough to put a small smile on your face, and that’s all Jay wanted to do.

“Yeah, we’ll just drive around the neighborhood, around the city, anywhere. We can listen to music, or we can drive in silence. You know, just to get you out somewhere else and give your mind something else to think about,” Jay explains.

“Okay,” you answer and let Jay lead you to his truck after you’ve put on some shoes. Once you’re in the truck, you grab Jay’s phone and play your favorite playlist. Despite it being Jay’s phone, every playlist you’ve ever made is synced with Jay’s phone, too. You always insist that you can just connect your phone, but Jay always insists on using his phone.

Jay pulls out of the parking spot just as the opening lines to one of your favorite songs come on. You relax into the seat of Jay’s truck and let the music relax you. Although your mind is still spinning, it’s not about what was bothering you earlier. Your mind is racing about the man sitting to your left and driving you around Chicago. When you texted him, you didn’t think he was going to be awake. You were more so texting Jay to get your feelings out instead of keeping them in; you weren’t expecting him to respond and show up at your door like your knight in shining armor. That’s what he was, wasn’t he? Jay was your knight in shining armor, and to you, you wouldn’t want anyone else to be in that role.

“Care to share your thoughts?” Jay asks in between one song ending and another starting. When he gets no response, Jay looks over to you. You’ve fallen asleep. If you’ve fallen asleep, then that means you successfully calmed down for the evening. That was all Jay wanted.

At your current location, you’re currently closer to Jay’s apartment than yours, so he opts to drive to his apartment. You have your phone, wallet, and keys, so you should be fine. Jay parks his truck in his parking spot. He slowly lifts you out of the seat and carries you to his apartment. Jay will come back for your stuff after you’re in bed.

As he’s carrying you, Jay feels you move closer to him. You rest your head on Jay’s shoulder, and he feels you get closer to him. It takes everything in him not to collapse as he feels you against his body.

Once you’re underneath the sheets on Jay’s bed, he gives you a kiss on your forehead goodnight. He closes the door and goes to sleep on the couch. For you, he’d sleep on the couch for eternity.

Ooh, want the good and the bad and everything in between Ooh, gotta cure my curiosity Ooh, yeah

A night out at Molly’s was the perfect way to end both a long day and a long week. After your supervisor basically screwed you over, you wanted nothing more than a cold beer and hanging out with your best friend.

“Here you go,” Jay says as he places the beers on the table.

“Thanks.” You smile and take a sip, the cold liquid already calming you down.

He takes the seat across from you and sips his own beer. His eyes scan your face and the worry and anxiety laced in your features. After taking another sip, you rest your hands on the table in front of you. Your hands are shaking as you think about how terrible the week was but knowing that the upcoming week is going to be just as bad. To calm and stop your shaking hands, Jay places his hands atop of yours. His hands completely envelop yours to the point where it’s impossible to see your hands.

The tremors in your hands stop as you feel a sense of relaxation ascend on your body. You twist your neck to try to relieve the stress that you could feel building there.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Jay prompts.

You sigh. “My supervisor is just the worst sometimes.”

“I’m sure it will get better,” Jay reasons.

You shrug. “She’s going on maternity leave soon, so I’ll a bit of a reprieve.”

“When does she go on maternity leave?”

“In a month.”

“Maybe I’ll sign you on for a month as a guest detective,” Jay proposes. You think he’s joking, but spending the month with Jay seems like a really great idea.

“Really?”

He chuckles. “I don’t think I could legally do that, but you know I love you, so I might as well try.”

The expression of love is often passed between you and your best friend. It was often expressed, so when Jay said it, you weren’t shocked. You didn’t notice, however, the love that Jay was trying to express, too. “I love you, too, Jay, but thank you. I don’t know how I got through today. The only thing I was working towards was us here, tonight.”

Jay smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. A darkness cloud’s Jay’s eyes, and you can’t help but wonder what the problem was. He retracts his hands that were holding yours.

“Jay?” you ask.

“You know I love you, right?” he mumbles. You furrow your eyebrows; wasn’t that just what he said?

“Yeah, of course,” you answer with confusion in your voice.

He shakes his head. “No, I love you, love you.”

Your eyes widen in shock. There was no way he felt the same. You open your mouth to respond but then close it. You never in a million years thought Jay Halstead, your best friend, would ever love you as you love him. Just seems to take your three seconds of no response as you not feeling the same, so he places some cash on the table and walks away with a somber mood.

Jay’s steadfast in his endeavor to get away from you that he doesn’t hear you calling out to him.

This couldn’t be the end. There was no way that this was how your relationship ended with Jay—over before it started.

I'd spend ten thousand hours and ten thousand more Oh, if that's what it takes to learn that sweet heart of yours (Sweet heart of yours) And I might never get there, but I'm gonna try (Yeah) If it's ten thousand hours or the rest of my life

Jay is woken by someone aggressively knocking on his door. He throws on a sweatshirt and walks over to the door angry. Who could possibly be waking him at an odd early? It wasn’t even four hours ago where he told you he loved you, and you gave him no response. It was four hours ago that Jay got his heart shattered to pieces.

“Can I help you?” he asks annoyed when he opens the door. His eyes widen when he sees you.

You push your way into his apartment angrily. “How dare you walk away from me like that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You walked away from me without letting me tell you anything.”

“You were the one who didn’t say anything,”

“Jay, you gave me three seconds before you walked away!” you yelled. “I didn’t get the chance to tell you anything!”

Jay takes a step closer to you. “And what is that? Did you plan on breaking my heart?”

“Jay, you broke my heart by walking away. If you really loved me, then you would have given me more time!”

“More time to what, think about how much you don’t love me?”

“No, you idiot.”

Jay takes a step back. “What?”

“I’ve been in love with you for years, Jay. When you told me, I was shocked. I didn’t know how to respond, but you know what, Jay? I love you. I love you so much that I can’t take it. Jay Halstead, I’m in love with you, and when you walked away from me, my heart burst.” A few tears start to form in your eyes as you finish talking. Jay pulls you against his body and holds you tightly. He lets you cry as he strokes your back and helps you calm down. Once you’ve stopped crying, you pull away and look at Jay. “You don’t get to walk away from me like that Jay. Ever again. You don’t get to send me into a spiral like that of the past four hours.”

He nods. “I’m sorry.”

“You better be sorry,” you respond bitterly. Jay can see the corners of your eyes peaking into a smile, and by that alone, he knows he’s been forgiven.

“Can I kiss you, now?” Jay asks. He’s pretty sure he’s forgiven, but at this point, he doesn’t know how angry you might still be. Your face softens at his question, and you nod. Jay places his hands gently on your face as he brings it close to his. He slowly closes the gap and rests his lips gently on yours as your hands go to the back of his neck. It was a soft, tender kiss for all of two seconds before you both further deepened the kiss. All the emotion that’s been bubbling inside you came out in that one kiss. All the love that you’ve been holding onto for years was finally being expressed. You no longer had to hide the way you felt. It was exhilarating finally having the one person you’ve wanted all this time.

Jay pulls back slowly not want to ever stop kissing you. He strokes a soft pattern on your cheek as a smile overcomes your face. “I love you,” he says.

“I love you, too,” you answer, a smile, too, overcoming your face. “I always will.

I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) I'm gonna love you (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh) Yeah, and I... Do you love the rain, does it make you dance? I'm gonna love you (I'm gonna love you) I'm gonna love you

[randomshyperson]

Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Reader - No jealousy

Summary: You and Wanda have an established relationship, and you were away for two weeks due to a mission. Wanda is testing your limits, and everyone seems to insist that you are jealous.

Warnings: (+18), Smut, Switch!Reader (most dominant reader),  power  dynamics change, bottom!wanda, teasing, spanking; also mentions of torture, heavy past etc.

Notes: I've been trying to bring in a little bit of dom reader, and it turned out to be a bit of switch or soft!dom reader, but it's still pretty dom I think. Let me know what you think please ‘cause i’m not sure i’m writing smut correctly haha. Nota em português: Eu fui traduzir a expressão "que baixaria" e não achei nada em inglês que tivesse o mesmo impacto, fiquei bem chateada kkkk que pegar a referencia finge que é engraçado imaginar o Bucky falando isso na cena da cozinha obrigada.

Words:  5.555 K || Read on AO3

Marks:  @mionemymind @abimess​

Translations:  Scheiße = Shit ||  Amerikanischer Müll = American Trash.

//-//

Avengers Compound, New York, Present.

Throwing your jacket against the kitchen counter, you sighed in irritation.

Steve was mumbling something about responsibility and morals and you have a headache. 

"Are you even listening to me?" Steve asked irritated and you let out a dry laugh as you looked around for something to drink.

"Sure, cap." You snickered without looking at him, and Steve let out an impatient sigh.

"I need you to start being careful, we can't risk the safety of the team..."

"Is anyone hurt, Steve?" You interrupted without a patient, punching the countertop. Steve was startled by your sudden response, but you didn't back down. Natasha and Bucky who were entering just behind you, exchanged glances before heading outside. 

"This is not the point."

"That's the only thing that matters." You retort angrily. "I will do whatever is necessary." You assure seriously. "You worry about morality in the meantime."

Steve lets out an irritated sigh.

"You're not listening to me." He resumes crossing his arms. "There are lines we must not cross, or we are no different than those we face." He continued in earnest, and you rolled your eyes, finally finding a drink under the counter, and grabbing one of the glasses from the sink to pour yourself. "We need boundaries. If you don't change this attitude, you are no different than Hydra..."

The glass in your hand breaks, startling Steve again. 

"Don't ever say something like that again." You angrily warn him and he frowns worried about the shards and that you might have hurt yourself, but you just turn and walk out of the kitchen.

You walk into the first bathroom you find, heading toward the sink to clean your hand. You watch carefully as the glass falls from your skin and the wounds close up.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even though you have spent the last few hours in conflict, there is no bruise. You have even been shot twice, but no one could tell if it weren't for the torn fabric on your shirt. No one would know about the explosion you survived if it weren't for the ashes on the fabric. You were perfect fighting machine, exactly as Hydra wanted you to be.

Pushing away the painful memories that threatened to dwell in your mind, you turned off the faucet and wiped your hands, leaving the bathroom afterwards.

//-//

Hydra Military Base, Old Sokovia Area, 8 hours ago.

You rummage through the metal drawers impatiently. This mission is taking too long, and you are starting to get annoyed by the lack of action. Silence is never a good sign in jobs like this.

And then as if the universe was listening to your complaints, you heard a noise of something falling.

" Sounds to the north, I'm going to investigate." You warned your companions over the communicator, starting to move. Steve said something about waiting for reinforcements, but you were already opening the mechanical door, a pistol in your left hand.

The impact of two shots pushed you backward, and you felt something run down your uniform, and then a sharp pain. Laughing lightly, you fell to your knees.

"We got one." You heard someone mutter, and then there was a man getting up from behind a table at the far end of the room. Another man stopped hiding from one of the bookshelves, and they walked over to you. 

"Sure thing, friends." You grumbled panting slightly. 

"Scheiße, we got the healer." The one with the mustache muttered as soon as he looked at you closely, and you let out a smug smile as he took a step back. Your colleague was pointing his gun at you again, but you were already grabbing his wrist as you stood up and threw him to the ground.

You fought for a few moments, and you made a mental note to thank Natasha for improving your fighting considerably since the last mission, soon you knocked him out.

The other man was fighting what appeared to be a bronze door that was jammed, and you pulled the bullets out of your shirt before you pulled him by the shoulders and threw him to the floor.

" Come on buddy, I don't have all day." You warned pointing your own pistol at the man, who looked at you angrily. "Tell me what you were doing around here."

"Amerikanischer Müll" He cursed and you rolled your eyes, moving to kick him in the nose.

The man gasped in pain as he lifted his head again, his nose bloodied.

"Do you want to try again?" You asked irritated and he spat blood before speaking again.

"We come back for what is ours." He replied with irritation, and you frowned in confusion. But before you could ask anything else, Steve and Natasha rushed into the place.

Natasha was in charge of the interrogation, it was her thing anyway, and you helped Steve open the jammed door.

You entered the room next, and you choked in surprise when your gaze met the files displayed on the holograms around the place.

"So what did you find in there?" You heard Nat ask through the communicator, but you didn't answer, trying to control the anger that was spreading throughout your body.

Displayed in front of you were the files of the Maximoff twins' experiments, several pictures of the tests Hydra had run on them. One particular video caught your attention. It was Wanda, lying on a stretcher, several leather chains holding her to the mattress while Hydra sent electric shocks through a machine to her head, making her scream. You broke the projector with one punch, and Steve tried to calm you down.

"Hey, breathe." He asked raising his hands to your shoulders. You shook your head, panting.

The sound of Wanda's scream still echoed through the room, even without the image, and you grunted in anger, pushing Steve away.

Natasha blinked in surprise when you stormed into the room next, interrupting her interrogation when you kicked the Hydra agent in the chest. She took two steps back, surprised at your anger, but she barely had time to be shocked and you were already lifting the agent by his shirt in the air.

"How could you do that to them?" You asked angrily, throwing the agent to the ground. The man laughed helplessly, spitting blood. Steve grabbed you next, and you threw him across the room.

"They were always ours to play with." The man grumbled and you stepped forward again, kicking him in the face. He laughed bewilderedly, practically choking on his own blood. "Just like you."

"You'll pay for that." You muttered angrily and then punched him in the face. The man just laughed and that increased his fury. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"

The man started to choke and then he spit something out. You let him go.

"Hail Hydra." He muttered, and you had exactly one second to realize that the small device he spit out was the tip of one of the special grenades that Hydra agents have started carrying since last year. Hugging him quickly, you threw yourself against the window in front of you, and then he exploded at you as you fell through the air to the street.

When you hit the ground, you grunted in pain.

Steve is calling you on the communicator, but the explosion damaged the equipment and the noise is very disturbing, so you ripped the item out of your ear and threw it to the ground.

As your body recovered, you stayed on the ground, trying to ignore the urge to burn the Hydra to the ground for hurting your friends.

//-//

Avengers Compound, New York, Present.

Wanda was not in her room.

You let out a tired sigh as you fiddled with your cell phone, but there was no message from her about having some other commitment that would justify her not being at the compound at the time she usually was watching her favorite shows. 

After you showered and put on clothes that didn't have as many battle marks, you went to visit your girlfriend, but she wasn't there.

"Friday, where's Wanda?" You asked loudly in the hallway.

"Miss Maximoff is in the northern outer area, along with Mr. Vision." Announces the AI next and you frown. 

Walking towards the location that Friday indicted, you crossed your arms when you saw through the glass of the compound, your girlfriend and her teammate laughing together.

They didn't see you, seeming distracted by their conversation.

"Wow, you look scary when you're jealous." Commented a voice from beside you suddenly, and you blinked in surprise as you noticed young Peter Parker approaching. 

"Missed the school bus, kid?" you tease and Peter rolls his eyes, blushing slightly.

"I'm not trying to annoy you." He says stopping beside you, and looking in the same direction as you.

"I wouldn't recommend that either." You retort, feeling an irritation settle in the pit of your stomach as you watch Vision make Wanda laugh again. What the hell was so funny.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about you know?" Peter remarked after a moment. "I don't think Wanda sees Vision that way, they're just friends."

"I'm not jealous." You lied angrily, clearly jealous. Peter didn't want to contradict you however.

"Of course not." He said slightly startled. "I just... Wanda... She... You and her are a nice couple. Even if Vision has the stone, it's not something to worry about and..."

"Shut up, kid." You grumble angrily as you turn around, deciding to calm your nerves before you lose your mind and send Vision to the moon with one punch.

//-//

Having Pietro Maximoff as a brother in law was a pain in the ass most of the time.

You liked him in general, the problem was when he teased you, because he seemed to know exactly what to say to piss you off.

When you got back to the common room, he was on the couch, playing some stupid video game, and you sat down next to him and turned on the television.

It took him five minutes before he started to annoy you.

"My sister is getting along pretty well with Vision lately, isn't she?" He comments with a smile without taking his eyes off his cell phone. You squeeze the television control harder than necessary.

"Bite me."

Pietro laughs at your aggressiveness. Wanda and Vision enter the kitchen the next moment, their laughter slowly dying down. You don't take your eyes off the TV.

"Honey, I didn't know you were back already." Wanda says as soon as she sees you on the couch, smiling as she approaches you. She kisses your cheek, and frowns at your lack of reaction. You force a smile. "What's up?"

"Relax, little sister, she's kind of green today." Mocks Pietro, and you cast him an annoyed look, before looking back at Wanda.

"I'm just tired, babe." You say, stealing a quick kiss from her. Wanda seems to believe you and then walks away, heading toward the counter.

It takes three minutes for Vision to make a stupid comment and Wanda to laugh again, and you sigh in irritation.

"Wow, that's sad." Pietro teases again in a tone low enough for only you to hear. "Maybe you should watch your girl."

"I'll stick this remote in a place you won't like." You retort in the same tone and Pietro lets out a short laugh, turning his attention back to his cell phone.

You risk a backward glance next, and then the remote control breaks off in your hand. Vision is brushing a strand of hair out of Wanda's face, and she looks surprised and slightly embarrassed by the touch. Pietro laughs at your lack of control, but you stand up next, throwing the rest of the object to the ground and attracting the attention of the other two.

You glare angrily at Wanda before leaving.

//-//

You need to punch something.

So you go back to the training room, and put on the first pair of boxing gloves you can find.

Climbing into the ring quickly, you start punching the punching bag that Steve left over from the last training session.

It takes ten minutes for Wanda to find you.

"Y/N, what was that about?" she asks slightly annoyed as you approach. You are trying to maintain control so you don't rip the punching bag off the metal stand.

"Why don't you go laugh with your new best friend and leave me alone?" You retorted and Wanda frowned in confusion, then let out a dry laugh.

"Are you jealous?"

Your next punch rocks the iron support of the ceiling. 

"No, Wanda." You retort as you stop punching, and start pulling off your gloves. Wanda crosses her arms and has a little smile on her face, which irritates you even more. " I don't feel jealous."

"Oh, yeah?" She responds with irony, and you are throwing the gloves on the floor, and approaching her. She takes a few steps back, impressed by your posture.

"Tell me dear, do I have reason to be?" You ask as you approach. "Everyone wants to remind me that that damn stone makes the toaster think that you two have some kind of connection and that I should be careful." You continue and then Wanda reaches for a wall, and you rest one of your hands beside her head, pinning her against your body. "But I know better. I have nothing to worry about."

"Y/N..." Wanda starts half breathlessly, trying to keep the look in your eyes, and failing.

"Am I wrong, baby girl?" You ask raising your free hand to her cheek, stroking her skin with your finger. "Is there anyone who makes you feel the way I do?"

Wanda sighs, denying with her head next. You give a smug little smile, placing your hand on her chin, and running your finger over her lower lip.

"Then why are you laughing so hard at that piece of tin, dear?" You questioned bringing your face closer to her neck, Wanda closed her eyes as you inhaled her perfume. "Did you want to make me angry? Did you want to be punished?"

Wanda gasps low, denying with her head. You begin to deposit wet kisses against her collarbone and move your hand down her body from her chin.

"God, Wanda, you've been so needy." You comment kissing a sensitive spot on her neck and making her sigh. "Needy enough to get wet with the toaster."

Your teasing makes Wanda grunt in irritation, and you let out a short laugh feeling her tighten the fabric of your shirt.

"What's the matter, baby? Are you angry with me?" You teased, pulling your face away from her neck. Wanda looked at you with a mixture of irritation and excitement.

"Don't say such things." She says half breathlessly. "Vision is just my friend. I don't... I don't see him like that."

You stare at her for a moment, and then back away completely.

"Ask your friend to help you cum then." You retort before turning away. Wanda lets out an impatient sigh, but she doesn't go after you.

//-//

Steve Rogers is testing your patience.

He set up weekly meetings with the team about social responsibilities and hero morality and whatever other patriotic crap he was following, and this was the first of them.

It had been forty minutes since he had been talking, and you were impressed that Tony Stark was still awake.

"And so we conclude that as the Avengers, it is our responsibility to make a difference." Steve spoke as he turned off the presentation.

"I'm thrilled." You grumbled next and the room looked at you. Steve sighed.

"Do you have anything to add, Y/N?" Steve asked seriously, and you let out a short laugh.

"Oh, of course." You say crossing your arms. "Maybe the rest of the team doesn't know but this whole bullshit is only happening because of me."

"Y/N..."

"No, cap, come on." You interrupt with irony. "Tell the team why you are making everyone learn about American history."

"Now I'm curious." Commented Tony looking at Steve, who just had a tired expression.

"This is not about pointing out mistakes." Steve says and you laugh.

"No, of course not." You retort with irony getting up. "This is about hypocrisy really."

"Kid..."

"Don't even go that way!" You interrupt angrily and then turn to Tony. "You want to know what happened? Great! Let's start with the Stark bomb that dropped on Sokovia!"

Tony blinks in confusion at your outburst, and the team looks at you with surprise and concern, while Steve holds up his hands to try to calm you down.

"Please, I'm not trying to-" 

"No, Captain!" You shout. "You want to talk about moral values, don't you?" You sneer with irritation. "I have a list of shit that happens in this place."

"Stop it, now!" The captain asked angrily, and you looked at him incredulously. "You killed someone!" He charges and the team looks at you in surprise. "That's not how we do things here..."

"We have killed thousands of civilians in New York." You interrupt coldly. "Every building that fell to the ground had a family on every floor. Not to mention the missions that came after." You reminded them and Steve clenched his jaw. 

"That was different."

"They hurt Wanda." 

"Y/N."

You shoved Steve in the shoulders, and he took a step back. Tony and Natasha stood up.

"I'm going to kill every agent that was in that lab." You tell him. "Everyone who hurt her is going to pay."

Your colleagues look in shock at your words, but you just turn away, opening the door angrily.

In the hallway, Wanda caught up with you.

"What was all that about?" She asked worriedly as you leaned against the wall, breathing hard.

"I hate the hypocrisy of this team." You retorted with irritation, but your anger subsided considerably when Wanda placed her hand on your cheek, asking you to look at her.

"Talk to me."

You sighed, touching your foreheads together.

"On the last mission, I...we found the decommissioned base where you got your powers." You count and Wanda blinks in surprise. "I lost control when I looked at the files."

"Honey..."

"Wanda." You interrupt with a weak smile. "Please, you can't agree with them."

"I don't." She adds as she strokes your cheek, "I'm just sorry you had to see it."

You shrug, letting your arms hug your waist.

"You're not angry? Or who knows, disappointed?"

Wanda denies with her head.

"I feel the same way about you." She says. "I can't think about the people who arrested you without wanting to blow up everything around me."

You laugh lightly.

"That's some shit Steve doesn't want to understand." You say next and Wanda sighs.

"I think he understands, honey." Wanda says and you blink in confusion, "It's the same thing with Bucky."

You sigh looking away.

"Shit, you're right." You grumble, and then add with a slight smile. "Maybe he was upset about the explosion."

Wanda frowns in confusion. And then she nudges you slightly when you tell her your little story with the grenade.

"Have you lost your mind?" She asks angrily. "Don't you ever do anything like that again!"

"Hey, I was saving the ass of those two mortals in the room" You complain humorously, but Wanda sighs impatiently.

"My god, this is all just because Steve must have been worried to death that something was going to happen to you!" She says and you frown. 

"What are you talking about?"

"Honey, the captain is just trying to get you to behave." She clarifies. "He doesn't want you to abuse your powers, and put yourself at risk for no reason. Honestly, I don't want to either."

You stand thoughtfully for a few minutes and then sigh.

"Damn, now I'm going to have to apologize."

Wanda makes a noise of agreement with her mouth and moves closer, stealing a quick kiss from you. She smiles when you try to kiss her back, pulling away.

"What?"

"I remembered that I'm mad at you." She says and you look at her with confusion.

"What did I do?"

"That scene earlier in the gym." She says and you sigh impatiently. "It wasn't nice."

"You're being so mean." You retort and Wanda flashes you a small smile before turning away, walking in the opposite direction.

You decide that you should apologize to the rest of the team and return to the conference room.

//-//

Wanda was being a brat.

After you apologized to the team, and Steve made it clear that he was concerned and that he understood your anger, but that there were better ways to deal with what Hydra did to the people you love, the atmosphere eased a lot. And you were hoping to spend some time with your girlfriend, but she was too busy teasing you.

She spent the last few minutes cooking with Vision. The guy who didn't eat food.

You rolled your eyes impatiently as you threw yourself on the couch, a newspaper in your hands.

"This is ridiculous, honey" You mentally warned her as you noticed her gaze on you. Wanda didn't sketch any reaction as she cooked.

"Sorry, weren't you the one who said I was, what was the word, needy?" You heard her sneer in your head. You bit your lips to keep from smiling.

"Clearly you are, dear."

"And whose fault is that?" She retorted and you frowned, attracting the attention of Bucky who was standing next to you. You smiled slightly, telling him that it was just a news report about the new political changes that had taken your attention, and then turned your focus back to the newspaper.

"What are you talking about?" You asked Wanda in your thoughts. 

"You were gone for two weeks." She complained, and you took your eyes off the paper to look into the kitchen. Wanda had her back to you, stirring with a spoon in one of the pots. Vision stood next to her, watching the procedure. You clenched your jaw. "I've been all by myself."

"Are you trying to piss me off, Wanda?" You ask angrily, watching the redhead meters in front of you signal for Vision to come closer to take a look at the pot.

"I'm not doing anything." She thinks sounding harmlessly, and you close the paper tightly as you watch Vision cast her a shy smile.

Bucky looks at you curiously.

"Everything okay?" He asks and you nod as you stand up toward the kitchen.

"Wanda, I want to talk to you." You tell her stopping with your arms crossed in front of the counter. Wanda flashes you a little smile.

"I'm busy right now, honey." She retorts as she returns the spoon to the pot, stirring the mixture.

"We're making Sokovian food." Completed Vision with a smile, but you completely ignored him.

"I'm going to count to three." You warn and Wanda swallows dryly, looking at you.

"I don't..."

"Room now, or I'll make you cum against the kitchen counter."

Wanda's eyes widen, and Vision looks extremely surprised. The redhead ducks her head and walks out of the kitchen, you following her. Bucky mumbles something like "for the love of god, why all that obscenity" as you leave.

//-//

There is a palpable tension in the air during the silent walk to your room.

When Wanda opens the door and walks inside, you sigh as you close the door.

"What was that in the kitchen, dear?" You ask her as you unbutton your shirt, Wanda looks at you next, biting her lower lip in anticipation. "Insinuating that I don't pay enough attention to you. Teasing me with Vision."

"I'm sorry." She mumbles softly and you shake your head slightly, taking off your shirt and standing in just your bra. Wanda blushes and takes a step toward you, but you just hold up your finger.

"I'm going to be in charge tonight, honey." You warn as you take off your shoes. "By the way, you do look a beautiful thing in that skirt. I could barely control myself during the meeting."

Wanda smiles with embarrassment, looking away to the floor. You approach, lifting her chin with your finger slowly.

"Can I undress you?" you ask and she sighs softly, nodding afterwards. You drag your finger from her chin down, around her silhouette. When you get to shoulder height, you drag the left strap to the side, and then repeat the motion on the right. Wanda's blouse loosens on her body, and you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, her breathing out of rhythm. 

You raise your other hand next, and turn your gaze to Wanda. In a twist of your hands, you tear the fabric in front, and Wanda moans softly.

"Are you anxious, baby?" You ask her as the fabric falls away, and you run a finger down her torso to the hem of her skirt. Wanda swallows dryly. "You must be so wet."

Wanda sighs, closing her eyes momentarily. You begin to remove your skirt next, and let out a low growl when you realize there is nothing underneath as the material falls away.

"Wanda, Wanda, Wanda." You scold her maliciously, looking at her exposed intimacy and feeling your mouth fill with water. "Absolutely sinful."

Wanda sighs, moving slightly forward. You bite your lips, noticing her red cheeks. Her body cries out to be touched.

"That's no way to behave, honey." You tell her, lifting your fingers to push up the straps of your bra. "Exposed during a team meeting. Tsk, what a naughty girl."

Wanda whimpers, and you smile. "Is that what you wanted, babe?" You ask as you unzip her bra. " For me to put my fingers in you under the table? Make you come in my hand while everyone watched?"

"Please." She sighs in a husky voice. "Kiss me."

"Where?" 

"Anywhere."

You give a little smile at your girlfriend's breathless confession, and lower your face to the height of her neck, just as her bra falls to the floor. Depositing wet kisses all the way down, you listen to Wanda sigh with each touch of your lips against her skin.

When you reach her breasts, you raise your right hand to play with the hardened nipple between your fingers while using your mouth on the other breast, and Wanda throws her head back, moaning with her mouth open. Sucking and licking the flesh, you delight in the sounds you get from her.

"Babe, please." She pleads breathlessly. "Touch me."

You smile as you release her hardened nipple, raising your face to the height of Wanda's.

"I'm sorry, baby, but it's not going to be that easy." You warn as you squeeze her breast with a full hand. "You need to be punished for today."

Wanda sighs and then you kiss her intensely, making her stumble back, but your hand on her waist holds her against you.

Your tongue invades her mouth, and Wanda moans against your lips, her hands moving up to your neck. You smile as you lift your hands to hers to put them down.

"You can't touch." You warn between kisses and Wanda sighs, letting your tongue tangle in hers sensually.

You begin to lower your kisses again, and Wanda writhes against you, her fists clenched in an effort to resist the urge to touch you. You lick the length of her neck and one of her hands touches your waist.

"What a disobedient brat." You tease against her skin, and then use your right hand to slap her ass, making Wanda moan loudly. You wish to see the mark, so you hug Wanda around the waist, bringing your bodies together, and look down. The bright red mark. Wanda whimpers against you, her other hand coming up to your belt, and you pull away only to kiss her on the lips hard enough to leave her helpless. 

As she begins to play with the beam of your belt, you slap her ass again, on the other side, and her knees buckle slightly.

"Fuck." She whimpers breathlessly, and you bring your hand to her neck, forcing her to keep her gaze on you.

"Get on the bed." You command and Wanda sighs, and then you release her. She moves to the mattress, ass thrusting toward you as she kneels on the bed, hands on the headboard.

"Will you be a good girl, Wanda?" You ask as you raise your hands to her ass, squeezing the flesh as she gasps.

"Yes." 

"I don't believe you." You taunt, slapping her ass. She leans over, moaning. You spank her again, her body arching as she throws her head back, moaning with her mouth open.

Then you move forward, pulling her hair back as a hand slips between her legs, your fingers teasing her entrance and making her whimper.

"Look how wet you are, baby." You whisper against her ear, Wanda has her eyes closed tightly, her hips moving in search of more friction. "Were you missing me, love?"

"Yes." She gasps pushing her hips back, your fingers slipping inside and drawing sighs from both of you. But you withdrew them next, s Wanda whimpers. "Please, honey, touch me."

"You don't deserve it Wanda." You start against her ear. "But you feel so good, baby. So wet and hot, I can't resist."

You suddenly penetrate her with two fingers, deep and precisely, and Wanda cries out, moaning your name. 

"Fuck, yes." She gasps moving her hips, you slide in and out with ease, feeling Wanda flushed.

"Look at you baby, crumbling in my fingers." You gasp, your hand releasing her hair as you drag it to her breast, squeezing the flesh.

"I...I 'm com..." Wanda begins to whimper and you smile, feeling her body quiver in spasms, the rhythm of her hips disablisting as her walls get tighter and you feel her pulsing in your fingers.

"Cum for me, baby girl." You whisper in her ear, and one stroke later is all it takes for Wanda to arch her back, coming on your fingers with her mouth open as she screams your name.

You withdraw your fingers as she falls to the mattress, turning to you next. Bringing your fingers to your mouth, you taste Wanda as she looks up at you with dilated pupils.

"You taste so good babe." You tell her with a smile, and Wanda raises her hands to your waist, asking you to climb on top of her.

You slowly shake your head, reaching up to remove your pants. Wanda bites her lips as she watches you undress.

"I want to show you something, honey." You tell her after removing your clothes, straightening to sit on her thigh. Wanda sighs as she feels your wet intimacy against her. "Do you like that?" You ask watching her reaction, Wanda raises her torso, bringing your faces closer together as her hands go to your waist. "Do you like how wet I get on top of you?"

"Fuck yes." She gasps against your lips, you begin to move against her thigh, feeling your eyes spin in their orbit with the sensation.

"What about you, Wanda?" You ask slipping your fingers into her again,making her bury her face in your neck. "Look at that baby, you're soaking wet too."

Wanda moans, her hands tightening around your waist as you feel your fingers in her. You increase the speed of your movements against her thigh at the same rate as your fingers move in and out of her, Wanda begins to force her hips to keep up.

"No one makes me feel like this, Wanda." You confess breathlessly, penetrating deep. "I am yours."

Wanda moans and forces herself to confess.

"And I am yours." She retorts groaning, and you feel her walls tightening in your fingers as the feeling at the tip of your stomach tightens.

"Let's cum together baby" You tell her breathlessly, and Wanda shudders nodding. Forcing your hips against her thigh, you gasp, trying to keep the rhythm in your fingers.

A few strokes later and you struggle to keep up, your body shaking in spasms. Wanda tightens her hands on your waist, forcing you down as you move in and out of her. Wanda begins to curse in Sokovian, moaning breathlessly, and you smile, feeling your eyes roll. And then you cum together a moment later.

You collapse against her, as Wanda falls onto the mattress. Depositing lazy kisses against her collarbone, you smile as she sighs, her fingers running up your back as you pull out of her.

"Was that enough attention honey?" You tease a minute later and Wanda laughs softly, biting her lips.

You raise your head to look at her, feeling your heart soar at the image of her lazy gaze, her lips puffy and parted.

"Do you love me?" You ask in a whisper and Wanda sighs.

"I do." She agrees and you raise your hand to her neck, your fingers strolling along her chin.

"Show me."

Wanda nods moving forward to kiss you on the lips.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

ALPHA HYBRID!JONGIN X YOU

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, breeding, claiming. Both characters are of legal age in this. This does not represent Kim Jongin nor anyone affiliated in any way and is purely a work of fiction. Browse at your own risk, you've been warned.

Request: Your mate Alpha Jongin claims you on a full moon against your will.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the eldest son of the Kims, Jongin, before she sipped on her drink and walked to the other side of the hall where the party was being held. She was only here because her mom forced her to do so, saying the whole family was invited and it'd be rude. The annoyed girl was standing in one of the many big balls of his mansion. And Jongin was so damn cocky, arrogant, proud and fucking smug.

The Kims were an elite wolf hybrid family and Jongin's father was the current mayor of the city. Humans and wolf hybrids coexisted throughout the whole world with almost all the hybrids being elite, the specie almost a class of its own. Currently, Jongin was showing off some project he was working on for the city whilst literally eye fucking Y/n who was the daughter of his father's human bestfriend.

She wondered what girl would fall for him. He was way too fucking over confident in himself and his abilities. The man carried himself like he was above everyone else around him and probably thought that too. How could anyone like him? Ugh. He was too much to bear with.

.

"You seemed bored during my speech." Y/n broke out of her trance, jumping a bit when she heard the familiar deep voice behind her. Rolling her eyes she stood up straight now as she was leaning against the railing of one of the many balconies of the mansion, staring at the full moon. "Tsk… isn't this kind of weather cold for you humans? What if you get sick, you foolish little girl…" Before his warm coat was draped over her naked shoulders.

Clenching her fist, the girl turned around to glare up at him. "I am 20! I am not litt-" she stopped abruptly when she came in face to chest contact with the taller, gulping at how he was staring down at her. "J- Jongin…" She whispered, throat dry.

"Hm…?" He casually sounded like he didn't have her trapped against the railing like that. Looking down at her soft curly locks, he softly pushed them out of her pretty face, tucking the strands behind her ear. "Better now that I can see that beautiful face fully."

Y/n felt her legs trembling. She had never been this close to another man let alone Kim fucking Jongin! "Y- Your eyes… t- they're… r- red…" The girl had always found the fact that they could shift into literal wolves terrifying, that was also one of the many reasons she avoided interacting with hybrids as much as she could.

"They are?" Putting his hands on the railing on the Y/n's either sides, the man leaned down and levelled their gazes, staring down at her calmly. He liked how her cheeks were red and pupils shook with fear. Good. "It's a full moon after all. They get like this on such nights. But don't worry, doll. I won't hurt you. I've trained plenty to keep Kai under control. He doesn't bite" before he grinned, his own words contradicting his body because his teeth looked sharper and longer.

"O- Oh alright… I- I'll go then~" shrugging his coat off, the girl tried to escape but oh no.

"Did you think about what I said, little one?" His bigger hand grasped her smaller one before he pulled her right back into him. "My confession… the other day." Jongin raised an eyebrow and spoke before she would try to play dumb. "You're my mate, baby. I need you on these nights… But you're always so busy running away from your Alpha… your mate… your guardian…" His voice was sickeningly low and sweet, plump lips grazing against her cheek. "Your protector and owner."

Angered from his last words, the girl furrowed her eyebrows and glared up at him. "I- I can protect myself just f- fine! Thank you! N- Now let me g- go! I already told you I like someone else! Y- You're a hybrid! I am human! Do you really think I am t- that stupid?! NO. We can't be mates! We are different species!"

The male sighed and shook his head. "Not when you stutter like that. Tsk. You just have to make it so much harder and complicated than it actually is, right? Little brats like you just won't learn until they're taught. And luckily your Alpha is here to teach you all that you need to learn."

Usually, he'd be able to keep his wolf under control much more as well as his anger. But the moon shining so bright right in his face was not helping. And then this little girl right here, huffing so adorably in her top cut low dress was looking so damn beautiful. Her constant denial wasn't helping.

"Thinking your Alpha is a liar…" Throwing her over his shoulder, he smacked her ass. "Tsk. You deserve to be punished harshly for that, my little human" before another smack landed on her ass as the man entered his bedroom, locking the door before he threw her struggling form on the bed.

"L- LET ME GO! Y- YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Before she tried to take her heels off to hit him with that, making him throw his head back and laugh loudly.

"What a pathetic little mate I have!" Smacking her hands out of the way, the man ripped her shoes off before ripping her dress from the bottom all the way up to the top, causing her to squeak and try to hide herself. "Fuck! You're so beautiful, my little mate!" Catching her kick mid-air, the man crawled on top of her and smacked her lips softly before kissing her. "Trying to hurt your Alpha? Bad baby."

Y/n was constantly running her mouth while crying but the Alpha turned a deaf ear to it. "Just give into the way of the moons, my pretty one, you'll be so much better." Trapping her hands that she was continuously hitting him with above her head, the male started kissing her face all over, tasting her tears and getting hard on them. "So good…" Before Jongin pulled her underwear down and gagged her mouth with it, the girl's screams were muffled now.

"You're so pretty with your mouth stuffed by your underwear, baby." Holding her hands tightly in a bruising grip, the hybrid unzipped his pants, holding her thighs open with his knees before his fingers started to rub against her pussy lips, pushing them open and now playing with her folds, making her sensitive body jump up in his chest from the sudden stimulation, her slit leaking.

Jongin chuckled. "You tell me no but your body can't deny me, huh? Seems like it is much more obedient than this dumb little girl here, tsk." Y/n whined and tried kicking her legs when he pinched her pussy lips painfully. "Look at this wet cunt, tsk!" Before he smacked her folds, causing the girl to scream in pain, his cock standing up painfully hard. "You want another man?!" His fingers turned into half claws, voice getting animalistic. "Well too bad the only man that's going to be fucking you and having you is me!"

Y/n's head was pounding. She hated how good and wet she felt. Her entrance was clenching needily, wanting just any object to push in her right now. Even if it was a marker like she had back home. Of course she was naughty. The girl was 20 after all!

"Fuck baby I need you now~" before the Alpha pushed in her unprepared pussy. No marker or even toy would have prepared for this. Jongin's knot was fucking huge! The human's eyes widened and mouth fell open, her body jerking when he instantly hit her g-spot, not being able to hold back especially because of the full moon and going berserk, thrusting his whole thick knot in and out of her, snapping his fists rapidly.

"You like this baby?! You're inviting me further and further in like you love it!" Pinching her nipples, the man started to suck and bite at her tits, sucking wherever his lips touched and covering her in hickies. "Fuck baby! You're so fucking warm and tight!" He loved the smell of her purity coating his cock, balls upping in without any effort.

"You deny me like that but your body says yes. You're mine after all! And I'll rightfully fucking claim you as such!" Y/n felt her body submit more and more, eyes falling shut as she tried to breathe through her nose because her whole underwear was stuffed in her mouth.

"Tsk… you're blushing in pleasure… look at this naughty fucking girl!" Before he kissed her lips harshly, biting at them before he guided his hand back to her pussy, rubbing at her clit with his thumb while going faster and faster, licking at her dripping sweat. "You like it, Princess?! You like being forced to lay under your Alpha?! Tsk. I should have known! Little girls like you end up being the most desperate whores!"

Letting go of her hands, the man grabbed her jaw and moved her face, licking at the marking point, the junction between her shoulder and neck before he bit down hard, drawing blood out while she screamed and started to squirt, feeling her pussy spasm as her hands gripped his shoulders, shaking.

"I am going to fill your adorable little tummy with my pups. You'd like that, won't you, baby?" Jongin licked at the fresh claim mark on her skin, starting to fill her with his cum before hitting it up her g-spot repeatedly, Y/n's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she gripped his shoulders, trembling under him.

"Tell me how you feel, my pretty human…" The hybrid male husked before he pulled the underwear out of her mouth and kissed her passionately. His hands groped her perfect skin as he stopped thrusting, still letting his cock rest in her, balls deep.

"A- Alpha… Alpha please f- fill my tummy…" She finally submitted, sobbing. "I- I am sorry…" He was right. She could feel it now after being touched and claimed like this. "Y- You were r- right… I- I can feel it… I only w- want you… P- Please fill my tummy with your puppies…" Jongin smiled and kissed her tears.

"Good girl."

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This is a pretty old request I found laying around along some others. I don't even have the actual request anymore so I made up a summary of the events that unfold.

[bejaeyoung]

siwoo doesn't really budge. even with a pen jabbed straight into his chest, all jay receives is a smile—fond, almost. "you look like you want it to be a knife," jay states. knows it to be true. despite all of siwoo's put-together facade, jay knows siwoo for who he truly is—a filthy, desperate man with an intense dislike for himself. it's a side not a lot of people gets to see from someone as skilled at hiding as siwoo. a coward, jay thinks, that's what he is.

the script compells jay to say nothing more, allowing the scene to run its course. it's siwoo's turn, so he observes. siwoo looks self-satisfied—jay can figure out why, as subtle as his reaction had been, of course siwoo noticed. he's the only one who would, no matter how muted he tried to be. it's annoying, but the winning seat is still open for the taking. this minigame they're playing is far from over, there's a few more pages to the script. there's still a moment, in this instance, to change the tide. and for that, to ensure the upperhand—jay studies siwoo's face. nothing jay hasn't done, it's easy. siwoo is quite emotive with his expressions, regardless of appearances.

what he notices first is a shift in siwoo's eyes, how it lingers for far too long on jay's lips. far from a simple glimpse—siwoo is staring with an intensity that could burn holes into jay's lips; a hunger jay had witnessed before, but not to this extent. all this attention, with jay being its sole recipient. then, siwoo's gaze diverts itself for a quick moment, and jay follows—to the mirrors surrounding them. siwoo seems to be inspecting them, contemplative. it's a little obvious, exactly what siwoo is thinking. what it is siwoo wants, but can't have. not right now, not here.

jay makes note of that, mentally. siwoo, unable to tear his eyes away from jay. even as siwoo begins uttering his lines—no, they're not all from the script. ryu siwoo is speaking, has been for a while. even this fictional character's lines becomes a reflection of what must be siwoo's inner monologue, a sprinkle of truth between the cobweb of lies that siwoo has built throughout their years of knowing one another.

once again, the pen leaves jay's hands, taken away by siwoo—their fingers brush against one another. on purpose, naturally. every move siwoo makes right now is calculated, perhaps in an attempt to make jay break—to bring out a greater response out of him. anything. siwoo is a sick man, he must be feeling a sparkle of glee as he realizes he managed to affect jay with his words and actions. so, it continues. it won't end, not this soon. jay's okay with that, though. he's in it for the long game, after all.

the other boy returns to the script. this is still practice, they're on company time. siwoo reads out lines, but they feel like siwoo sharing a part of his story too. he speaks of hating people, of having a temper. jay snorts; it's siwoo, again. even while playing his character, siwoo is simply being himself. i don’t know what kind of expression i might show you, what i might do, or what i might say to you, siwoo says aloud. jay smiles, his expression showing no hints to his own thoughts. siwoo has said a lot of things, many contradict one another. jay is left to pick up the pieces of the puzzle and shove them together, hoping to find a pair that match. he's been at it for a while, to this day.

i'm scared, that i'll lose you.

another line that wasn't written into the script. siwoo's original work. jay meets siwoo's eyes, properly this time—and there it is. the desire, the burning need, the lust that can't be concealed behind those lashes. but, there's an inkling of fear too, somewhere in there. obscured, yet present nonetheless. where did it come from, jay wonders. siwoo presents him a new sight, a face jay hadn't seen before.

even if i end up becoming the asshole to end all assholes later on, remember i really like you, jay.

jay feels the pen against his chest, following the rhythm of his heartbeat. three times. siwoo has moved his chess piece, now, it's jay's turn.

he holds a breath, worries his bottom lip between his teeth—completely aware that siwoo is watching, wants him to. makes sure it's redder afterwards, knows that siwoo would notice the small change in color. a darker shade. jay hums, looking down at his script. he knows exactly where he should start, and how. he'd always been a rather competitive person—the more his opponent ups the stakes, the higher jay will reach.

and he's playing with siwoo. siwoo deserves every bit of his effort; jay will grasp at anything to ensure a win in this match too. siwoo never liked it easy.

looking back up at siwoo, jay smiles—devious, nothing siwoo isn't used to. like he knows how to gain the upper-hand, and is about to play his good cards. "i want to record it," jay recites the words. he, himself, decides to direct his gaze towards the mirrors in the training room, letting siwoo know exactly what he means. "should we? record everything?" he questions, an additional line not in the script. but does it matter? they're already reaching the end of the page, jay could afford to add a bit more flare into the mix. what was that called... improv?

before siwoo is allowed the opportunity to dwell on his words, jay continues. no breaks, no pauses. "do you know how you look right now?" he moves a little to the side, allowing siwoo to see himself in the mirror behind jay. he takes the pen from siwoo's hand once more, sliding it up siwoo's neck, using it to tip siwoo's chin just a bit from a distance. anything closer would be dangerous, but jay lives for the thrill of danger; they can't do more than this, though.

"that's quite the face, ryu siwoo," he whispers, lower—the tone he'd use when he'd sit on siwoo's lap, whispering filth to rile the other up. he's sure siwoo remembers, maybe he has jay's voice memorized by now. this, too, is no different. only safer, by a small margin. "you should be scared to lose me," jay replies. "but you won't, no matter what you say or do. no matter how much of an asshole you become."

he retracts the pen, it returns to its original position, against jay's lips—pressing down, gently. "liking isn't enough," jay concludes, a final statement. "so, be greedier." he dips the pen in between his lips, bites on it—then, laughs.

now, it's jay holding the pen against siwoo's lips, tracing the tip against the shape of it. "your turn, siwoo. end the scene how you want to."

if you can, jay should add. but it's already implied. they're treading dangerous waters, he wants to see if siwoo would dive in head first. if siwoo starts to drowns, would he pull jay down with him?

fuck.

what the fuck is he doing? had siwoo momentarily lost it – no, he’s sure he hadn’t. it had been on purpose, every line, every word, had it’s own calculated meaning. his heart thumps against his chest, and his eyes fall from jay to the script at hand. if it were anyone else, if siwoo were to do this with anyone else – he’s sure that they would break, sure that they wouldn’t be able to quite handle whatever sort of mind game siwoo’s playing. 

but it’s jay, it’s because it’s jay that this excites him. he wants to know how jay feels, wants to know if he’s able to affect jay the way jay affects him – from his heart, all the way to his mind. he lifts his eyes, and they meet jay’s, though they stop momentarily at his lips. they’re trembling, he thinks. cute. he feels a lump in his throat as jay takes the pen between his lips, fuck, he thinks. 

he doesn’t reply though, instead he watches as jay collects himself – his voice weaker, teeth against his lip. there’s a sense of odd satisfaction that siwoo can’t quite place his finger on. that at the very least, his words had gotten some sort of reaction out of jay. it’s selfish, siwoo knows this, but he can’t quite help it. he thinks he’s been selfish for a long time, if possible he’d want to keep every reaction to himself, to bottle it up and keep it locked away in a place no one else could quite reach. no, that’s not it. he wants to keep jay locked away, far from everyone else’s reach. just his. a place where they’d only need each other. an obsession, siwoo thinks, he’s obsessed with him. 

jay says his lines ( of which there aren’t many – it really is a scene where siwoo’s character is made to confess, and jay’s character is made to listen ), and then he laughs. 

you’ve liked a lot of people though.

oh. the lines between reality and fiction begin to blur. siwoo knows that this isn’t in the script, it’s jay. it’s a direct answer to him. something in his mind twitches, and he smiles – like a chess piece has been moved and it’s his turn next. and this, this is the kind of reaction only jay can elicit out of him. no one else, just jay. only jay.

his heart clenches in his chest even more, and he feels the pen jabbed straight into his chest. “careful,” he says, but his smile is wide – it’s affectionate. “if this were a knife, you would’ve killed me.” not that he’d mind, he thinks it would be romantic, apt even, if he were to be killed by jay. he thinks that if anything, jay could kill him, and he’d like that very much.

but jay is cute. jay is so fucking cute, and it frustrates siwoo that his heart’s immediate reaction is to kiss but he can’t. he can’t because of these fucked up cameras. his gaze shifts to the full length mirrors against the wall, he wonders how jay would look against them, with siwoo inside him, if his voice would still remain as shaky as they sound right now whilst calling out his name. siwoo would do the same, he'd repeat jay's name like a prayer, like maybe if he said it enough times, he'd finally be granted what he wants.

would the angle be captured well on camera? could siwoo perhaps buy his way into the footage? fuck. right. no. he shouldn’t be thinking about that, but he feels as though he’s now boring holes into jay’s lips. fuck, fuck, fuck.

“not enough to stay,” he replies with a smile, he’s no longer replying as mr gu from the drama they’re re-enacting. it’s him, it’s ryu siwoo now that’s speaking. “only when it’s you.” he takes the pen, makes a show to touch jay’s hands as he does so. 

he lets out a soft cough, and lifts his script. “i really hate people,” he reads. but at this point, it’s fact – a fact about siwoo that he’s sure jay would know. siwoo gets easily annoyed, and he’s never quite hid it when with jay. “i hate seeing them moving in front of me. if my temper suddenly flares, i don’t know what kind of expression i might show you, what i might do, or what i might say to you,” what kind of expression am i making now? he wants to ask. do i look pathetic? 

he feels pathetic, as he stares at jay. how much longer should he run? can he run? his legs are getting tired, but if he stops – would the game stop too? if he gives in, would jay inevitably leave him? he feels pathetic. he feels greedy.

“i’m scared,” he continues, “that i’ll lose you,” another line, not in the script, but to hell with that now. siwoo is scared. he’s a coward, and has never thought that he should be allowed this happiness with jay. happiness is fleeting – if he lets himself indulge in it too much, in these thoughts, would that mean he’d lose jay? siwoo is a pessimist, and the fear of losing jay scares him more than anything else. yet, the feelings that begin to surge out of him, those feelings, soon enough, he’s sure they might wash away his fear. would that be okay?

“but, remember this one thing. even if i end up becoming the asshole to end all assholes later on,” he smiles, genuine, “remember i really like you, jay,” ah. his throat feels dry. his eyes fall to jay’s lips again, but siwoo can feel his own trembling, as if the truth had slipped out of him ( it had, though only a quarter. he knows, he knows that like would barely touch the surface of what he feels. and maybe that also scared him ). 

he clicks the pen with his thumb. i must look pathetic, he thinks. his heart feels raw, like it might bleed at any moment. he feels vulnerable, but his mind is racing, it feels more alive than it’s ever been. again, a feeling that only jay seems to elicit out of him. 

he doesn’t jab jay’s chest, instead, he gently taps on it with the pen three times. “your turn, jay.”

[marvelouspeterparker]

pretty special

PAIRING: pornstar!sebastian stan x pornstar!reader

SUMMARY: you shoot your first scene with the acclaimed and widely admired adult film star, sebastian stan.

WARNINGS: cliché porn scenario (dad's friend) + daddy kink + age gap + dirty talk + oral (m and f rec.) + unprotected sex + creampie

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

NOTES: this was part of this fic for tom but i extracted it in case some sebastian fans that don't read for tom wanted to read it, since i'm going to be writing for him now :)

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You were a bit nervous walking into work––working with one of the biggest stars was understandably a daunting experience. You didn’t want to seem like a complete amateur next to him, especially not when you were working with him. And on top of that, you’d been watching his videos for years now, since you were a teenager, and he never once lost his charm or his spark.

You could see how he’d evolved throughout all of his videos––when he was just a young fresh face that captured the hearts of many, to his long-haired phase, to his short hair and stubble phase, each and everyone one was just as enchanting and seductive.

You’d seen the way he managed to have chemistry with every actress he worked with––how they would all fall under his allurement, get flustered from just one look. If you were being honest, you could see Tom becoming the next actor of that status––he’d already had such a good reputation among the industry and the viewers seemed to love him as well. So the fact that you were going to get the opportunity to be with both of them? Well not at the same time, but if you did, you would most certainly melt on the spot. But even separately––You felt like you were going to combust.

Sebastian was now in his late thirties, but he looked better than ever, his eyes just as smoldering, even through a screen. He kept his hair short now and often let his beard grow out, which you personally loved. Since he had a very promising reputation––and everyone that he’s worked with has only had enticing things to say about him and his skills, you couldn’t say that you weren’t excited and honored to work with him.

The scene you were filming today took place in multiple places, all of which were in a home––so for work today you showed up to one of the many unfinished houses the agency used for filming. Within no time you were dressed and in the makeshift makeup room in one of the spare bedrooms with Olive, the makeup artist, putting the finishing touches on your face. Your look was supposed to be more natural today so it didn’t take too long since you only needed some light coverage.

“You nervous sweetie?” She asked, dabbing the beauty blender under your eyes.

You looked up at her, a sheepish smile on your face. “Of course I am, it’s Sebastian Stan.”

She waved you off, “Oh don’t be. He’s the sweetest thing, really.” She placed the beauty blender on the vanity. “You know a little birdie told me that he asked for you personally.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “What? Are you serious?”

She nodded, pursing her lips. “And he doesn’t do that for just anyone, so he must think you’re pretty special.” She started cleaning up her station. “That should put you at ease, right?”

“I mean…” You looked into the mirror and trailed off when you noticed a familiar face walk into the room. You’d never seen him in person until now, so far only watching him on the screen of your phone in the privacy of your room––but seeing him in front of you was something else.

Olive noticed you trail off and turned curiously before her eyes settled on the man walking towards her. He walked over to your makeup artist, a big smile on his face as he opened his arms. “Olive! How are you?”

She smiled, hugging him back. “I’m good honey, how are you?”

He bit his lip, failing to tame his grin when they both pulled away. “I’m good.” He turned to you, “Especially since I’m going to be filming with this one today.” You got up to walk over to him and he smiled, placing a hand on your waist and kissing your cheek in greeting. He looked down at you and you could genuinely feel yourself drowning in his eyes. How were you going to manage looking into them while he was literally inside of you?

“Hi doll, how are you? It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Hi.” You cleared your throat when your voice came out weaker than expected but before you could continue, Olive interrupted you.

“She’s a little nervous, Seb.” You looked over to her like an annoyed daughter, berating her with your eyes as she walked away from you both, a glint in her eyes, but Sebastian’s eyes never left your face. You looked back to him to find a smirk on his face and you smiled awkwardly.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about honey,” he brought a hand under your chin and tilted your head up when you looked away. “I promise I don’t bite,” he leaned in to whisper in your ear. “That is, unless you want me to.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine and he chuckled as he pulled away to look at you. “Seems like you want me to, hm?”

You licked your lips subconsciously and he smiled, taking your hand in his. “Well you know, I asked for you personally?”

You blinked up at him, “Yeah I heard.”

He smiled, rolling his eyes as he pointed his thumb behind him at Olive’s retreating figure. “From that one I bet.” You smiled and nodded and he shook his head pretending to be exasperated, but the smile on his face contradicted that.

“Why did you? Ask for me?” You asked sheepishly, not wanting to come off as rude. But it was a little strange to have such a big star ask for you when you’re not even that established of an actor yet.

His thumb rubbed the back of your hand soothingly but the action was only sending tingles down your body. “Well I’ve seen your work,” he tilted his head. “And I know talent when I see it.” He stepped closer to you so that his breath was teasing your lips ever so slightly, his eyes piercing yours. “I also know a good girl when I see one.”

Your breath hitched, your thighs pressed together and he squeezed your hand playfully. “We’re gonna have some fun today.” He started to tug you along. “Let’s go, okay?”

You nodded, the nerves in your stomach quickly turning to excitement and lust. “Okay.”

–––

You weren’t going to take pictures before the scene today––Sebastian, having been in the industry for some time now, and having made a name for himself, was able to pull some strings nowadays and have more control over what he wanted. He didn’t really like the idea of faking for the camera, so much so that he didn’t take photos before the scenes he shot, he convinced the crew to take action shots while they were filming, so the reactions were real.

The directors knew not to rush him or the actresses he worked with during his scenes, and for that reason, no one that ever worked with him had to hurry up and fake their climaxes for the camera––they were all completely genuine and just as mind-shattering as they appeared on screen.

The scene you were filming today was different than anyone you’d done before. You were playing a young daughter who’s come home from college for the summer, and Sebastian was playing your “father”’s friend. It was a slightly controversial theme and story, but at the end of the day it wasn’t real so.

After greeting everyone, going over a few last minute things, and getting settled, the scene began.

Your “dad” and Sebastian were in the living room, talking while they watched tv for a few minutes, and you waited for your cue to step out. You came down the stairs and the camera followed you as you descended and panned out to show the three of you as you walked past them to go to the kitchen. You could feel Sebastian’s gaze trailing down your body as scripted, the camera focusing on him as he checked you out, your body also in focus as you moved by the lens.

“Excuse me young lady,” your fake father recited his line and you turned back a sweet smile on your face as you looked at him.

“Yes daddy?”

“Don’t be rude,” he chastised, “Say hello to our guest. My buddy from work, you’ve met him a few times over the past couple years, remember?”

You let your eyes fall to Sebastian and your smile widened. “Oh, right!” You walked over to him. “I’m so sorry. So nice to see you again!” You bent down and watched him take a sharp inhale as his gaze fell to your breasts before you wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

He brought his arms around you and squeezed tight, his hands lingering when you pulled away, his voice low. “Yeah it’s really nice to see you too.” He licked his lips before looking back up into your eyes and you felt your stomach flutter from the look in them. “You’ve really grown up since I last saw you.”

You shrugged as well, turning to see your “dad” not paying attention to your conversation before leaning in to whisper in Sebastian’s ear. “Way more than you know.” He bit his lip and you giggled before walking off, feeling his eyes stuck to your ass that was peeking out of your shorts.

You went to the kitchen to get a snack, conveniently walking so that the camera didn’t pick up the unfinished portion of the house, nearby. You followed the script, pretending to look around, a thoughtful look on your face as you picked up random fruits while Sebastian stared at you from the other room. After a minute or two, you turned around and went into the fridge, scanning the almost empty shelves before bending down to look near the bottom.

You felt a pair of hands slide over your ass to hold your waist and a rather impressive bulge press into your backside. “Pardon me.” You could hear the smirk in his gravelly voice as he reached over you, your body still bent over and pressed into his front. He grabbed a bottle from the top shelf before pulling away and leaning against the counter next to the fridge. You looked to the side to see him opening a bottle of water, a cheeky smile on his face as he shamelessly checked you out. “Just getting water.” He sipped from it without looking away from you and you bit your lip.

“Of course.” You closed the fridge and walked up to him as he was tilting the bottle down from his lips. You reached over behind him on the counter, while subtly grabbing his bulge in his jeans. He gasped and looked down at your hand, then across to the other room to make sure your “father” wasn’t watching before turning his head to you.

You bat your eyelashes up at him, teasingly innocent and brought your hand back to show the banana you’d just gotten. “And I was just getting a snack.” You squeezed him harder and pulled away completely, leaning on the kitchen island across from him as you peeled the fruit. His eyes were mesmerized as he watched you lick along the banana, your gaze unwavering. You slowly put the fruit into your mouth as far as you could go and his jaw dropped as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Just as it stated in the script, ever so distracted and preoccupied, his hand “accidentally” squeezed the water bottle and water splashed everywhere and all over the floor. He cursed loudly and your “dad” perked up.

“Everything alright?”

Sebastian looked up, convincingly looking flustered and you turned. “Yeah! We just spilled some water, but it’s okay I’ll clean it up!”

“Okay. Thank you sweetheart.”

You turned back around and grabbed some napkins, getting down on your knees in front of Sebastian and his eyes followed you all the way down. You half heartedly wiped down the tiles before looking up at him. Your eyes trailed down his body and you smirked, grabbing his hand. “Your hand is all wet. Let me get that for you.” Before he could say anything, you swiped your tongue along his fingers. You kept your eyes on his as your tongue made its way around his hand. You slipped two of his fingers into your mouth and he paused before slowly sliding them in and out, almost making you gag and you smiled up at him as you pulled off.

Your hands slid up his legs, one of them grazing his bulge as you made your way up to his zipper but his hand stopped you from going any further. He clenched his jaw, looking ahead before looking back down at you. “Your dad––”

You shook your head eagerly, “He won’t see anything.” The kitchen island was conveniently tall enough to hide you, so you weren’t lying. “You just have to be quiet.” You blinked up at him. “Can you do that?”

He bit his lip. “Shit––” He brought a hand up to rub the back of his head and let go of the hand of yours that he was holding. “O––Okay.” His hand came down to caress your cheek gently and you quickly turned your head to kiss his palm before reaching up and slowly unzipping his jeans. You pulled his pants and briefs down a bit before pulling his cock out and stroking it lightly but he quickly captured your attention again before you could gawk at his size, his hand firmly grabbing your jaw to make you look up at him. “Keep your eyes on me baby girl, got it?” You nodded immediately.

“Yes, got it.”

His grip tightened. “Yes who?”

You tilted your head, pretending to be confused. “Yes… daddy?”

He smiled, cooing down at you. “Such a good girl.” He briefly glanced up to the living room before looking back at you. “Now spit on daddy’s cock. Get it nice and wet for me.”

You nodded, “Yes daddy.” You gathered the drool in your mouth before spitting on his cock and stroking it. You licked along the base before wrapping your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue around it and sucking hard, making him grip the counter behind your head.

He cursed, “That mouth is fucking amazing, doll.”

You smiled as best you could around him, knowing that that line wasn’t in the script––you were just doing a good job and he felt the need to let you know. You felt yourself get wetter in your shorts and luckily enough, your next instruction was to bring a hand down to touch yourself in the scene. Your hand slipped past your cotton shorts and you brought your fingers down to swipe through your wetness and spread it along your slit before rubbing your clit. You hummed around Sebastian’s length and he pulled you into him, a hand around the back of your neck as he shallowly thrust into your mouth, not wanting to hurt you or make you gag too hard.

“God, are you touching yourself baby girl?” You looked up at him, pretending to be embarrassed and he chuckled breathlessly. “Such a filthy little slut aren’t you? Touching yourself, sucking my big cock and calling me daddy while your real father is sitting just in the other room…” He tutted playfully. “What a naughty fucking girl you are.” You whined and his mouth dropped open as you started sucking harder.

“Gonna make me cum. Keep doing that. Yes, just like that.”

Your “father” spoke up, asking Sebastian if he was coming back and Sebastian gulped, looking up at him with wide eyes as you stroked him quickly, your mouth sucking his tip loudly and harshly. He coughed in a useless attempt to cover the sound and looked around awkwardly. “Uh yeah! Yeah, just uh in a minute.”

“Okay but the game’s getting good man! Don’t wanna miss it.” He paused, “Hey have you seen my daughter around?”

You hummed around Sebastian and his eyes rolled back for a second before he straightened out. “Uh no, nope I haven’t seen her.”

“Huh, well I’m sure she’s fine. She knows how to take care of herself.”

Sebastian looked down at you, your hand still between your thighs. “Damn right she does.” His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he locked eyes with you. “Know how to take care of me too, don’t you?” He nodded, “Mhm, yes you do.” Seeing him above you like that, hearing the praises he was whispering to you in his deep voice were enough to get you worked up. You could feel yourself getting closer and just as your cue came to orgasm, you didn’t have to fake it. You moaned and your back straightened out, your thighs closing around your hand as you came in your shorts. You blinked, snapping yourself out of your reverie and started bobbing your head up and down and Sebastian bit his fist, his hand gripping your neck as he thrusted a few times before cumming in down your throat.

You sucked around him as he throbbed in your mouth and he breathed out roughly as he pulled out. You smiled up at him, showing his release to the camera before swallowing it and showing him your tongue afterwards. He pulled you up and took the hand that was in your shorts, bringing it up to his lips before slipping your two fingers coated in your wetness, into his mouth. He kept his eyes on yours as he licked and sucked them clean, a seductive look in his stare.

Your lips parted in arousal and shock as he pulled away, a smirk on his face. “Delicious.” Your hand fell down to your side and you blinked a few times, looking up at him.

“Come find me in my room so you can return the favor.” You smiled and walked up to your room without looking back.

He tucked himself back into his pants and went after you after a few minutes, excusing himself to use the bathroom upstairs.

The director yelled cut and you had a ten minute break to freshen up before the next part of the scene. You didn’t have a lot to touch up so by the time Sebastian came up you were already in the bedroom for the next part. He came into the room a few minutes before you had to film again, eyes finding you as you sat on the bed.

He smiled softly, licking his lips and you pressed your thighs together which didn’t go unnoticed by him. “That mouth really is something else, doll.” He laughed, “Almost made me forget where I was.”

You bit your lip as the camera crew came in, setting everything up. You looked up at him and smiled sheepishly. “That’s a good thing, right?”

There was a glint in his eyes as he looked at you. “A really damn good thing, yeah.”

Feeling the heat of his gaze, you averted your eyes and you could sense him smile as he walked out of the room, preparing to film the last part of the scene. The crew made sure the lighting was alright and set up the cameras and the microphones before the director called action.

The camera focused on you as you pretended to scroll mindlessly on your phone as the other camera followed Sebastian up the steps. He paused, making sure no one was around before opening your door, slipping in and shutting it behind him.

You looked up and smirked, setting your phone aside. “I was starting to think you weren’t going to show up.”

He pulled his shirt off as he walked towards the edge of the bed. “And miss my chance to taste that sweet pussy? You must be crazy.”

You laughed breathlessly as he climbed onto the bed and pulled you down to his level by your ankles. You smiled up at him and he captured your lips in a passionate kiss and you found yourself getting lost in the feeling of him on top of you. You slid your hands up to tug his hair and he growled, taking your wrists and pinning them above your head, making you gasp as he pressed himself into you and tilted his head to lick along your neck.

You arched your back under him and he continued to rub himself against you, only making you more desperate. After a few moments and a change of camera angles, he pulled your shirt off and slid down to pull your shorts off as well. He spread your legs slowly but firmly, his hands digging into your thighs as he glanced up at you, moving his head to press teasing kisses to your soft skin.

He kissed his way up your leg before licking a long stripe up your heat, his lips soon coming around to leave wet kisses to your slit. You brought your hands down to grip the sheets and he was quick to let go of your thighs and held your hands in his, by your sides.

Normally in these videos, the actors wouldn’t actually eat the actress out properly, only flicking their tongue lightly, wanting to show the camera and the viewers everything––but Sebastian wasn’t a fan of that method, so he buried his face between your thighs, eating you like you were his last meal.

“Taste so fucking sweet.” He smirked up at you when you whined, your fingers squeezing around his hands, as you squirmed under his hold. His tongue was lapping you up loudly but purposefully as he shook his head ferociously, groaning into you as your hips started to buck into his mouth.

“F––Fuck!”

He growled and quickened his pace before he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucking hard. Soon, your head fell back and your mouth dropped open, your back arching as you let out a silent cry. Your thighs tightened around his head when he let go of one of your hands and palmed your breast, tugging and teasing your nipples. He kept going until your legs were trembling, and only then did he pull away, licking his lips as he unbuttoned his pants and hastily tugged them off, throwing them off the bed.

He stroked his cock a few times before getting back between your legs and sliding it through your wetness. He tapped the tip on your clit and smiled when you jolted from the sensation. He then slid into you slowly, bottoming out smoothly, his hands pressing your thighs open so he could see all of you. He thrusted into you a few times slowly before picking up the pace gradually.

His eyes were transfixed on the way your pussy was swallowing him whole, clenching around him but one glance at your blissed out face had him twitching inside of you.

“Look at you. Taking my cock while your dad’s downstairs. Naughty girl.” He pounded into you hard and you moaned loudly. He brought a hand up to cover your mouth, leaning close to you as he kept pounding into you, your pleading eyes looking up at him. “Gotta be quiet baby girl, okay? Just stay there and take my cock like a good girl.”

You nodded, your hands coming up to hold his wrist as your eyes rolled back. He brought a hand down to rub at your clit and thrusted into you faster and you moaned behind his hand, your hips moving of their own accord.

“That’s it. Take that cock.”

In no time, he had you coming around his cock, his eyes watching you as you came undone, your body tensing before dropping back down to the bed gracefully, as if it were deflating. Just as you caught your breath, he pulled out and flipped you over onto your hands and knees.

“You okay baby?”

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Please fuck me.”

He groaned and slapped your ass before sliding back inside your tight walls. He grabbed your hips and fucked into you hard, the sound of your skin slapping against each other loud and enticing. He was moaning and cursing, pulling your hips back into his as he thrusted his cock into your opening. Your walls were tightening around him, coaxing him to tip over the edge.

His movements became more frantic, his fingertips turning white from the force he was using. “Fuck fuck fuck, gonna cum––”

You moaned at the ragged nature of his voice, the desperate pleas falling from his lips as he used you. “Please cum inside me, daddy.”

He cursed and came with a loud groan, his head falling back as he kept fucking you to prolong his high. His pace faltered and he soon slowed down before pulling out and moving aside to let the camera show the cum dripping out of you.

Once the camera got the shot, he slapped your ass playfully and grabbed it before pulling you up to sit on him. “Such a good girl.” He brought his hands up from your ass to your jaw and pulled you in for a reeling kiss. He licked into your mouth languidly, your tongues playing with each other as you both sighed and moaned into the kiss. He slipped a hand back down to play with your ass and you giggled, giving each other two more short kisses before pulling away and looking at each other, your eyes still cloudy with lust.

The director yelled cut and the shoot was over. Sebastian kept his eyes on you for a moment longer, his hands caressing your body. He kissed your cheek and whispered in your ear. “Knew you’d be a good girl for me.”

You whimpered and he grinned pulling back to look at you. “That was fucking amazing, doll. What’d you think?”

You shook your head, a smile on your lips. “I feel like I’m on cloud nine honestly.”

He smirked. “We’re definitely doing this again.”

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