#I will NOT fake it till I make it I will simply play a character so all over the place that nobody will see the secret reveal coming

[greaseonmymouth]

I’m meeting my D&D group on Sunday for session 0 and I still have NO IDEA what I’m doing and filling out this character sheet is TOO complicated goddamn

[reallyromealone]

Ohshc host club members with a male reader who is bsd Chuuya Nakahara's younger brother

Male reader has the same abilities as Chuuya

The host club members somehow got into trouble so male reader has no choice but to use his abilities

Title: risky business

Part : One

Fandom: OHSHC x Bungou stray dogs

Characters: host club, chuuya

Fic type: two shot

Pairings:

Warnings: male reader, reader insert

Notes: using that ohshc manga plot wooo

Summary: I don't know how to write the nabbing rn so enjoy a cliff hanger

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(Name) Always kept to himself during classes, he was thankful his brother worked so hard to give him such a good life but (name) always struggled to make friends especially because of his over protective brother.

Thankfully his brother had the forethought to give (name) a fake last name as to not be recognized.

"Chuu, I'm heading to school now" (name) said to his brother who was practically falling asleep on his king sized bed "I made you some breakfast for when you wake up" always a good little brother, chuuya noted to himself "have a good day, get good grades" he grumbled and (name) Pat his head before leaving, the private car waiting for him.

(Name) Typically opted for his more casual uniform, a sweater vest instead of the blazer and music playing from his mp3 player.

(Name) Was a ghost in the school, keeping to the shadows and focusing on his school work and narrowly avoiding his classmates to get to his seat.

Pulling out his notebook and other supplies while everyone else talked and generally caught up from the weekend.

"--and we will be working in pairs this project" (name) snapped back into reality at his teachers words and saw them tape a paper to the door "check at the end of class, these papers will show what is expected of the project" (name) awkwardly thanked his classmate who passed him the papers and passed the pile to the person behind him.

"Awww we aren't partners!" A girl groaned annoyed to her friend while (name) looked at the paper curiously, looking down till he saw his name and...

Haruhi Fujioka.

Well haruhi was nice enough from what he saw of his classmate, glancing at the brown haired teen who was chatting with the twins, the two brothers always made (name) uncomfortable with their incest act; The whole host club overwhelmed (name) honestly.

"Uh, hey so we're partners..." (Name) Mumbled awkwardly while the twins looked him up and down as if inspecting the quiet teen "right! Heres my number, we can meet up after club stuff..." She said pulling out her phone and (name) nodded, the twins circling them curiously "you never talk to anyone" kaoru said simply and Hikaru nodded "why don't you have friends?"

(Name) Was a bit stunned at their blatant audacity and was ready to fire something off when haruhi gave them a look "can you guys not be rude at any given opportunity?" She said incredulously to the twins shock, looking away annoyed from her and Hikaru glared at (name) but said nothing else.

The four went about their days, (name) in the soccer club and the other three at the host club.

(Name) Never really thought about the host club, his teammates always chatting about the club getting all the girls "(name) aren't you doing a project with one of the members?" His captain asked (name) who nodded "yeah, haruhi" he said simply and a member hung himself over the other "try and figure out how they get all the girls! Please (name)!" He begged and the teen rolled his eyes with a soft laugh "yeah, I'll make it mission number one" he said simply and the team made small talk, always trying to include (name). They didn't know his family secret but they knew he was shy and wanted him to know that they were friends with him.

"And don't forget to bring back the training camp forms!" The captain said seriously and everyone nodded before leaving, (name) going to the host club with a little confusion; he's never had to go to it so he's a bit lost ok!

"Music room number three... Number three..." He mumbled while looking at the doors signs and made a small 'aha!' when he saw the sign before taking a deep breath and knocking twice before opening the door. Rose petals assaulted his face and a resounding 'welcome!' before Hikaru spoke flatly "oh it's you" (name) ignored the elder twins snark and turned his attention to haruhi "club activities are still going I see, want me to meet you in the library?"

"And do what? Huh? What are you gonna do with our haruhi?!" Tamaki tried to get all dad mode but (name) just sighed "were partners for a--"'--PARTNERS?!" The blond looked like he was ready to drop either from horror or rage, maybe both "yes... In a project" (name) felt a headache form and wanted to leave and haruhi seemed tired "actually club activities just finished, let me grab my stuff and we can go"

But it's never that easy, she should have known.

She knew that they would never make it easy.

The project required them to go out and gather data and of course the host club would follow.

"Do they always do that or am I just special?" (Name) Asked her curiously before staring at her with a little more focus "ooooohhhh, wait no I get it now" he realized and haruhi looked panicked "trans?"

"No, i-uh I have to pay off a debt" she explained and he nodded "well I won't say anything don't worry... Anyways"

What none of them realized though was that they were being followed.

"That the kid?"

"He has some rich friends, could probably get a pretty penny off then as well..."

[katyusha454]

I think I've found the most tragic ship in BG3 and I need to rant about it

I've seen a decent number of people discuss and write about Dark Justiciar Shadowheart, but they always focus on what she's like post-game when she's fully committed to Shar. Which is a fine thing to focus on! Especially when you're writing smut where she's a mean domme. Post-game DJ Shadowheart is a fascinating character. But I feel like people neglect to consider what she's like during the transition phase of Act 3, where she's become Shar's Chosen but hasn't yet Done The Thing that caps off her personal questline. And there is SO MUCH potential for angst and drama during that time frame.

IMO the most important aspect of this stage of her development is that she is not evil yet. She simply made a single bad decision and now she feels like she's in too deep to do anything but double down on it. She's spent her whole life trying to "fake it 'till you make it" and she's only just now starting to transition out of that and into sincere belief. All the misgivings and insecurities she's shared with you are still there, just buried deeper. That desire to love others and do good hasn't yet been completely stamped out. In my Dark Justiciar Origin run, I try to do good things whenever possible as long as I can find a way to rationalize it as benefiting Shar. (but I still ended up saying enough evil-sounding things to make Minthara incredibly horny for me)

So where does Karlach fit in?

Well, turns out when you play as Origin Shadowheart, Shar doesn't make you break up with your partner. In fact, Shar says absolutely nothing to you about your romantic situation. This is really weird if you're romancing anyone other than Karlach, but I think it makes perfect sense for Shar to tolerate a relationship with Karlach for the time being. It's the ideal opportunity for Shar to prove a point. Karlach is dying, and no matter what Shadowheart does, this relationship is going to end in painful loss. Shar wants Shadowheart to fall in love with Karlach only to have that love abruptly ripped away from her. It perfectly demonstrates everything Shar believes about love: that it's fleeting and will always hurt you in the long run. Better to just avoid it entirely so you don't get hurt.

And Shadowheart knows all this. She's studied Sharran scripture extensively, after all. She knows that Shar is trying to teach her a lesson, she knows that the longer the relationship lasts and the more emotionally intimate it gets, the more the end is going to hurt. So why doesn't she break it off? Partly it's because she loves Karlach and doesn't want to end things; she's probably in denial at least a little bit. But I think it's also partly because she's a bit of a masochist. She thinks she deserves to suffer because she knows, at least subconsciously, that she's still not a very good Sharran. She can see the loss coming and she hopes the experience will bring her closer to Shar.

You'd think Karlach would be unwilling to put up with DJ Shadowheart's fanatical bullshit, but personally I think Karlach would stick it out for a whole mess of reasons. Number one, she can still see the good in Shadowheart and she refuses to give up on her partner. She's clinging tightly to the hope that Shadowheart can still be redeemed, even though she probably understands that it's a long shot at best.

Number two, she blames herself. When you play as Tav/Durge or another Origin, Shadowheart will have a conversation with you before deciding what to do in the Shadowfell. But if you play as Shadowheart, none of your companions says a word to you. In the context of this ship, I choose to interpret that as Karlach being too trusting. She's seen the good in Shadowheart, after all. She's so certain Shadowheart will do the right thing that she doesn't think she needs to speak up. It's not until too late that she realizes what Shadowheart needed was for someone to say "hey, are you sure about this?" So now she feels she needs to make up for that failure somehow by continuing to try and nudge Shadowheart in the right direction even though it seems impossible.

And number three, Karlach's just plain lonely. As fucked-up as this relationship is, she's still getting companionship and intimacy, and she doesn't think she has time to cultivate a new relationship if she breaks up with Shadowheart. She wants someone to be with her and hold her hand at the end, even if that someone is a brainwashed cultist.

In sum, both of them know that their relationship is extremely unhealthy; that it's hurting them now and will hurt them more in the future. But they both refuse to end it for their own reasons. And good gods, the ANGST. ARE YOU FEELING IT NOW, MISTER KRABS?

[insomniakisses]

Jealous Sex

^ I couldnt choose one 🫢😳

Character: Hayley Marshall (Werewolf)

Reader Type: fem, omega

Warnings/Notes: werewolfs, jealousy, NSFW themes, omegaverse, smut, breeding kink, choking

“I’m not a jealous person!”

You simply laughed at the annoyed expression of Hayley’s face, the two of you have been having the same feud for the last ten minutes. The werewolf being absolutely certain she was never jealous or possessive in any way something u knew to be a lie.

You can vividly remember her almost attacking Rebekah for simply complementing your outfit. Having had to pull her away and sit in her lap and make out with her to calm her down.

“Sureee you’re not,” Kissing ur girlfriend’s cheek you chuckled at her eye roll and then your eyes locked on a certain blonde original and you got an idea.

Smirking you sauntered over to her, grabbing her arm as you spoke to her. Hyper aware of hayley’s eyes on you so you decided to set your plan into action, giving bekah a play along look to which she smirked at.

She started flirting with you, both of u feeling hayley’s gaze and knowing with her wolf hearing she could hear everything, with this knowledge you couldn’t help but push further and giggle at her. Following it by getting impossibly close to her and tracing her face calling her such a beautiful alpha, before a deep growl was heard next to you.

You didn’t need to look to know it was hayley, having been with her long enough to be able to distinguish any noise that she lets out. You smile up at her.

“Thought u didn’t get jealous?”

Theres a smugness to your words that just infuriates her further. She doesn’t respond verbally, and simply grabs your arm and drags you into your room and you don’t get a word in before shes slamming u against the now closed door. Her hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

She stares at you then, eyes yellow and jaw clenched her whole being radiating her jealousy. Its still then, neither of you making any movement and not a sound in the room until you let out a small whine that makes her smirk a small chuff coming from her in amusement.

“So thats what you wanted, eh? For your alpha to dominate you and throw you around?”

She talks deep and low, punctuating her words with open mouth kisses and small nips to your neck humming in appreciation when your head tilts to give her more room.

In a swift movement her lips are on yours and shes tugging your clothing off and walking you towards the bed. backing you up until you fall on to it, before she pulls away. She coos in fake sympathy when you reach out to her at the loss of contact. She makes quick work of undressing before shes climbing onto the bed and hovering over you.

“Hayley-“

“Who?” She growls out, jaw clenched and eyes hard.

“Daddy~” it comes out as a whine, and it makes it harder for her to resist giving in to you right then. But no this is a punishment and she needs you to know that.

Grabbing your chin she makes you look at her her pulling your lip down with her thumb she stares at you like a wild animal about to devour a feast.

Reaching down she runs her cock against your core, gathering the wetness on her tip with a groan.

“So wet for me baby” she hums in appreciation.

Grabbing your legs she pushes them against your chest, steadying her hands either side of you as she pushes in. Locking you into a mating press as she bottoms out, her cock filling you till her tip kisses your cervix.

She groans deeply, almost a growl, when she pulls out before slamming her hips down again filling you once more. Not caring for your pleas she sets a rough fast pace, abusing your hole with every thrust.

“B-baby- Ple-ease” you stutter between moans as she bites into your neck, creating a fresh mark over her already faded mate mark that lays there.

“Your mine. Mine only” she growls against your neck, her pace quickening. “I’m going to show you that-“ she moans “y-your mine.”

You pull her closer by her neck, crashing your lips to hers as she thrusts her cock deep with a bruising speed. Moaning against her mouth when you feel her first load into you hot ropes filling you deep.

“You like that, hm?” She bites at your jaw “like me filling you deep, breeding you?” She hums against you thrusting extra harshly when you don’t give her a verbal answer. “Words. Use your words baby.”

“Y-yes! I love it, love you filling me up daddy!” Your words spurring her on she growls in delight when you cum.

“So good, taking your punishment so well,” she moans reaching down to choke you slightly, her other hand reaching down to pinch and rub at your clit.

“mm fuck!” You rasp out as you cum again, her hips stuttering and eyes shutting as she unloads again.

Pulling out so only her tip remains inside she moves your legs to wrap around her waist, thrusting deep as your legs lock in place.

“One more baby” she answers your whines of over-sensitivity kissing and sucking at your chest as her hips thrust just as harshly as before her knot swelling to almost full capacity.

“Please! Knot me baby please-“ you whine, a whine she cant help coo at.

“Gonna give it baby” she gasps out rearing back she gives a harsh thrust her knot popping and locking into place as she bottoms out completely her tip pushing almost into your cervix.

“Fucking take it baby! Gonna give you pups” she shouts as her cum fills you again this load so much bigger and seems to fill your womb.

“Baby!” You yelp as another orgasm rips through you.

You feel soft kisses being placed against your neck as you come down from your high. Hayley taking a second to nuzzle at your cheek before speaking up, “You okay baby?”

“Didn’t expect you to go easy on me,” you laugh lightly “thought you were a big bad wolf”

She hums against you sharing your amusement, “I didn’t wanna break my little omega” she coos kissing your cheek softly as you roll your eyes.

A/n: Damn i suck at endings.

[wayfayrr]

Some thoughts on self aware chain.

I like the idea wise that the links who had more games tied to their belt would remember reader much more and be even more on the edge since the hole thing about having reader to be their with you, comfort and wisdom and then they suddenly you don't hear their voice and now things are quiet and now when you have another battle hylia wants you to do suddenly reader is back and their confused "but thankfully reader is back right, they won't leave right? And now their gone. The links that don't know their is a screen between them and reader or the fact their in a video game would think reader's disappearing and reappearing has something to do with hylia and further their resentment towards hylia or the ones who haven't gotten to hate hylia would hope that reader didn't choose to suddenly leave them and they are safe. Some of the links who are a 'little' obsessive would probably not stop till they learn why reader is gone even when someone gets hurt, (I'm looking at you sage) the crash they would feel when no one knows reader, this would definitely make them question their sanity making them wondering if reader was even Real, that they just made them up, after all a lot of their adventures they were alone and the ones who seen things that would give soldiers nightmares, the possibility they made up reader because they were alone and they needed a companion this is strong with the ones who shown to lose someone in their life or never had someone there for their back like twilight, legend,wild,hyrule and sage. Some of them would let go, others would still believe reader is real and that they didn't make them up. The ones who had more games would remember reader more clearly and when they see reader again with the chain? It's a shock where multiple emotions hit them varying from griefs sorrow rage happiness and just hits them all at once causing an outsider to think their frozen for a minute. Some would ask questions to reader from why did you leave and if the links know that each other know they know reader it would make them believe that reader isn't fake because how does heroes from many eras have the same memories of a person and so the question on how is reader able to age at all. And because of everything above the links would probably be even more worse, I mean quicker to get possessive and more clingy and much more controlling and more willing to kill people who get in between them and reader then before too the point even when someone outside the chain just simply smile at reader do they get possessive and just cage reader in their arms or just glare at the person foe the links who are shorter than reader.

I love how you've brought up the fact that some link's do know that there's a screen between them and reader - for me there are a couple that would realise that they were in a game during the game, Sky being the main one due to a couple of things to do with his game (the glitches and how characters speak to him) Something I also noticed when playing skyward sword HD is that his eyes loosely track the camera! so in my opinion he's the most likely to realise he's in a game quickly!

For Sage I reckon he start exactly as you said!!! he'd get so so so desperate to know why reader keeps slipping out for sections that he starts to question his sanity and question why only he knows reader. Why he's the only one who can hear them, even questioning some of the things they say- then small things that he could've ignored start to add up and he realises he's not the one in control of his body... Until there's a moment it clicks that he's in a game, that his darling reader doesn't see him as a person. but they treat him so much better than anyone else ever has so all he needs to do is find a way to make himself real to them. How hard could that be? If there's a way that he could realise he was within a game there has to be a way to get out right? He just needs to find it.

Sage and sky both have switch games... maybe they'd work together if they both knew the other was aware? coming to an agreement to share reader when they find their way out. Wild would be included in this as well if he managed to figure it out - although I feel he'd be one of the links who are less likely to figure it all out.

as for the other links you've listed? Twilight is on the verge of knowing, and the other links with the older games are even less likely to ever connect the dots just due to the nature of their games (there are situations where they could? but they're just less likely to happen than in the newer games) So they'd act exactly as you said! they'd assume either Hylia is behind reader's disappearances, or some other force preventing them from staying. so if they met reader with the chain? like with two they'd be instantly on reader and so much more clingy and possessive compared to usual, seeing as they've never been able to keep them with them before. legend wouldn't ever let go of them again. he couldn't risk not being able to see them again. sidenote I love the idea of just how possessive they eventually get of the reader - glaring at anyone and constantly holding them tight to their side.

[likedovesinthewnd]

tysm for the tag @thecreelhouse you’re literally the sweetest and you’re so cool like i legit gasped when i saw the notif from you, i can’t lie.

❤︎ are you named after anyone?

i’m an 80’s baby so my mom named me after a character in young and the restless, which i find both hilarious and on brand for her.

❤︎ when was the last time you cried?

girl, today lmao! i thought i had lost my airpods a couple weeks back, and they’re literally my lifeline on most days so it’s been rough without them. anyway i was cleaning out my car today and found them! queue the tears! doesn’t take much for me tho lol

❤︎ do you have kids?

call me mother… bc i’m a whole ass mom

❤︎ do you play/have you played any sports?

i played field hockey all through hs, but that’s about it. i mostly did it for the uniforms, which included these super cute pleated skirts that we’d all hike up like the little whores we were ;)

❤︎ do you like sarcasm?

no…

❤︎ what do you notice about people when you meet them?

mostly how they treat others. that says a lot more about a person than the superficial.

❤︎ what’s your eye color?

brown brown

❤︎ scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies can have happy endings. what are final girls if not the embodiment of resilience, plus outliving everyone is kind of the happiest ending of all if you ignore the gore and ptsd of it all lol

❤︎ any talents?

i can throw down in the kitchen, i’m a beast at trivia, and i’m the world champ of faking it till i make it baybeee

❤︎ where were you born?

the hospital duh lol

❤︎ what are your hobbies?

i’m a voracious reader, i used to write but i’m way too chicken shit now, i love to cook (food is a love language period), i love building paper theaters, and i loooove lego forever and always.

❤︎ any pets?

i have a dog named johnny and a tortoise named coco. they’re my little rotten soldiers and i love them sm

❤︎ how tall are you?

5’3 but my attitude is like 6’5

❤︎ what are your favorite school subjects?

history and music theory

❤︎ what’s your dream job?

i simply do not dream of labor. we should all be laying in the sun eating fruit with our titties out. so i guess that or nothing.

no presh tags: @trashmouth-richie @eddiesdreamgirl @eddiesxangel @eiightysixbaby @taintedcigs @jeysbvck @luxurychristmaspudding @pedgito @justagalwhowrites

[komba114]

Here is the most sensitive topic to talk about, which is:

《How Elizabeth betrayed O!Ciel》. (I've been working on this for days 'till now😭, please don't be mad at me)....~~ part one.

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First thing first, I wanted to talk about this 'cause I've heard a lot of people talking about it from the negative side and the positive side.

All I want to say is this post is just my opinion according to what I've learned from re-reading the manga (and people's comments).

I know most people are saying how much of a betrayal Elizabeth is and standing against her, and some people defending her, and I personally saying that I've been through both.

But let me tell you this before I start, if we were to follow our feelings and what we need to hear about this character, then I want to say congratulations, we do look like this now:

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I'll make it short by saying this:

The feelings we have towards Elizabeth now is not hate, but it's more like disappointment and anger at the same time.

Because most people would say: omg why would she do this, I used to like he but now I don't, how could she betray O!Ciel and blame him for what she is now.

Believe me, I've been through all this all the time, but it ended up just like the pic above.

So, let me say this: if we're to HATE Elizabeth personally and blame her directly, we would be the fool ones in the end.

What I mean is: the one to be blamed for what happened to her is not O!Ciel, neither R!Ciel nor herself, but none other than those:

Angelina Dalles and Francis midford.

I know some people are fan for those two, but excuse me for saying this:

Those two are the ones responsible for what happened to Elizabeth.

Simply, if you are more focused, you would realize how is this possible.

As we can see, Angelina here must have manipulated Elizabeth with those words of hers as "how to capture someone's attention", especially since we all know how she used to love Vincent before, we can also see how these words took their effect on Elizabeth and made her lying to herself and working hard on hiding a personality she couldn't find inside her nor believing in herself, by just pretending to be someone she don't even know.

Drawing a fake smile all over, talking nonsense about whatever girl's should do to win someone's heart, all this shit made Elizabeth blind to what she really wants to be.

On the other hand, the pressure on her increasing by knowing that the person she wants to be with is not a fan of strong and powerful girls. And that was a strong fall for her, as a 7 years old child.

Next, we have this. She starts fighting to hide a personality inside her by creating a new one, yet, we can see how her mother forcing her on showing the hidden personality she has.

And I want to say this specially to Francis:

Like who TF forcing a little child, all she must think about is playing, eating, learning and dressing like a normal child, on carrying such a duty as protection????.

She's forcing her on doing something she couldn't do, and I'm talking about how she couldn't protect her mother and brother. Yet forcing her daughter to protect her fiance because something might happen to them, she's only 7 and telling her that it's for his sake and hers?.

And do you think she would be able to even move a muscle if she saw what O!Ciel had seen?, the answer is no. She would scream and cry for help, and maybe she will get kidnapped as well, simply.

And that is exactly what I'm trying to say, if y'all were to blame and hate someone, it must be them for what they have done and said to her.

All this pressure on her had her blind of what she want and what her feelings actually are.

We can see here how she became confused, she can't even tell whether to blame O!Ciel or herself for being too blind to realize, I know O!Ciel is also blamed for lying to her in the first place, but let's not forget the two persons who made her doubt her feelings. She went too deep that she couldn't even know she actually loved R!Ciel or not, nor she could tell the difference between them.

I still can't understand this scene, but all I could understand is that if R!Ciel was the one who survived, would she be happy for this or she would have the same feeling when O!Ciel came back?. I still don't know but in my opinion, I guess it's the second option, that she would feel less happy, because the one who came back is the same person who told her that he dislike strong women, and she will have to force herself over again to hide her personality. If you guys thought about it for a moment, you would realize it would be the same thing for each one, R!Ciel and O!Ciel.

But what she meant when she said "if he hadn't lied" is what I can't understand yet. If O!Ciel hadn't lied to her, would she accept herself when he told her that he doesn't mind strong women?, would she accept that he treated her how she deserve?. I guess this might make sense, since O!Ciel lied to her about his real identity. We can tell it's his fault for now.

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[tare-anime]

Ok, crazy theory time!

Beware of spoiler for chp 81.

You know, I've been thinking of Endo's story telling style. And these past arcs : starting from hijacking arc, the marriage problem arc, and Yor has gripes, all don't have a "satisfying endings" so to say.

Many fans are dissapointed (me included), but when I discussed it with several of my moots (both tumblr moots and discord moots), what if.... this actually a one big arc consists of several acts?

And now we finally entering the "main" acts, with main goals is to grow Twilight's character.

Just like Cruise arc boost Yor's character, this time we will finally get a boost of Twilight's character.

Wheeler is designed to be on par with Twilight, of course with several distinctive traits, that we might learn latter on.

What if, Wheeler, in his super long run undercover disguises in Westalis, also has a fake family.

And maybe this family ends because of several possible reasons, such as:

1. Wheeler is a strictly professional spy that sticks to his code till the end. When his mission ends, so is his family time.

2. The more angsty way, SSS decided it is time for Wheeler to come home, so they put an end to his playing family by whatever means necessary. Wheter it by eliminating the distractions, or simply holding them hostage against Wheeler.

3. A more sinister story, WISE found out about Wheeler, and ended up making his family as collateral damage. And that's why Wheeler immediately runs back home with bag of "vengeance"

This might lead to Twilight and Wheeler confrontations and might making Twilight questions himself.

Whether the Forgers are just still a mission of him. Or more.

What path should he choose?

And of course, I also hope we get a satisfying fluff end.

Idk, maybe a very exhausted Twilight return to the apartment very late, and surprised to see Yor still awake waiting for him. Yor then blabbers her sorry for all of a sudden baraging him with non existent gripes.

But Twilight just so relieved he got home, and idk, hug her, promise her to have another date, and fall asleep right there?

And Yor just soften and says "Thank you for the hard work" and bridal carry him for the third time (show us her doing it, Endo!!) to his room.

Ok, I'm blaberring nonsense.

But either way, I'm hyped for this arc. I can't wait to see what Endo has for us.

[mrstsung]

Honeys. If liu kang really cared about his friend in this new game. He wouldn't have made raiden reggie the farmer champion.

Idc kung lao is not a reincarnation. He is a decedent given that name by a prideful and vain family who only wants it in for themselves. Holy shit.

This happens unfortunately in families. Unfortunately in asian families specifically but that aside. Kung lao doesn't seem to have a very good family if they are homophobic to kung jin,his nephew.

So yeah,kung lao disowning his family (besides jin,because he loves his nephew) makes sense. And he wants to bring honor to his ancestor not his immediate family

The great lao died in mortal kombat. However was shamed by his descendants family for perversion of his legacy and what he stood for. Plus he died by goros hands. All four of em. Tho this happens in a tournament,he didn't know anything about goro. So he wasn't prepared. So it was an unfair fight. So that added to it.

Sure the great lao didn't want to do this whole mortal kombat thing. Nobody does in mortal kombat,duh. That's been stated. I dont really see anyone besides shao kahn and shinnok really loving mortal kombat.

Quan chi is a hit or miss. He loves it but hates it because rules.

Shang tsung doesn't truly love it but he's fucking good at it. That's why he's tournament master.

But back to kung lao(jr)

So many people miss the point.

Mk11 and mk12/mk1 did such a disservice to the character. And if you disagree you're looking at kung lao thru tinted glasses. And not understanding the whole fucking picture.

There's nothing good about kung lao from those games.

Mk9 was great till they bodied people for shock value and not actual purpose.

Mk9 is also where they grossly exaggerated his "pride" . I feel some people not be playing the same games because i remember fucking mk9-mk11 waaaaay differently.

Sure living in lius shadow would piss anyone off. But liu kang not really stopping anyone is also a problem. If his character cares so much he'd defend his friend always. Not just when it's convenient.

It feels like "no no kung laos great. Anyways..." so passive aggressive. To me

So i dunno what y'all be watching or playing but kung lao hasn't been good for a long time storywise.

Gameplay wise he kicks ass just as much as he did back then. So that hasn't changed much.

Just storymode wise. They dunno what to do with him besides making his 2nd banana for no reason.

Liu kang is the one who didn't want to be champion or a god and stated this. But they made him it anyways. Kung lao was fucking ready. But nobody gives him a chance....why?.....because you put this false fake ass persona trope on him because you don't want him to be champion or something?! Why? Why do y'all hate lao that much?

Liu hasn't earned shit it was always handed to him by the narrative.

Kung lao has earned shit. Even when they wrote him shitty.

I love liu but lao i love more. Simply because his character is way more impactful.

I dunno man. People on here i feel just don't get it. And wont.

I've been a kung lao main for years. And he's been my boy since day one. I was 10-12 yrs old when i got into mortal kombat. Sitting in front of my tv playing mk shaolin monks and the demo for mk2 religiously. Do not speak of me how kung lao is. I was there.

He's my First videogame crush too.

So yeah i take dissing him very personally. My feels aside,It's unnecessary too narratively it makes no sense.

Kung lao deserves better. Been deserving better.

Like this is no diss to liu kang,i love him too. I just wish people weren't weird and gross about him. And nrs wasn't jackasses to him and sucked his boots that much.

Kung lao is ready. And it's about time y'all make him actually fucking champion,chosen,and loved properly.

AND GIVE HIM HIS OLD PERSONALITY BACK! that cool,quiet,chill,snarky,badass,demeanor. Serious when needed,funny and loving when also needed. Like damn man.

Look at mk shaolin monks for the proper kung lao. And look at the mk95 movie for the proper liu kang.

Only kung lao is related to the great kung lao. And he doesn't need to be a reincarnation to be special.

And liu kang doesn't need ties to be special either.

Sometimes people just happen to cross paths and "destinies" which is never set in stone.

Liu kang and kung Laos are friends. But y'all dunno how to write best friends without rivalry,romance,etc.

Friendly competition between friends is not the same as rivalry and fueds.

By all means kung lao and liu kang grew up together and obviously had brotherhood trained together, and in some cases even "died" together. So there shouldn't be any bad blood in any iteration.

Im just sick of kung lao being treated wrongly by fans and canon.

😔

[autumnfuzz]

Rashta's death scene

Tw: suicide

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Idk why I keep doing this to myself. But I'm sucker for angst so I read the death scene of Rashta. Man it hurt, a lot. Poor girl I wish I could comfort her cause that's what she was seeking. A little bit of comfort. She was looking for Sovieshu cause he's the one truly made her happy and wanted his comfort.

She hallucinated her babies (Ian and Glorym) being alive and playing. She really felt guilty about her deeds in the end. She hallucinated the maids that she harmed being alive and healthy.

Rashta was psychologically ill since the birth of Ahn. She never recovered from that trauma as the death of Ahn (despite being faked by lotteshu) hunted her till death. She was a broken soul. People hate her for her cruel actions (but turns a blind eye to other characters crueler deeds). I can't hate this girl. I just can't.

If she didn't have guilty conscious, she wouldn't remember them but she did. Her guilt ate her away. She suffered and died a painful death.

The story is so unforgiving to people who opposed Navier yet turns a blind eye to people who committed far worse crimes simply because they are simp to Navier. It's nausea inducing and disgusting. In side story, Rashta only got a happy ending when she turned into a Navier simp, because heaven forbid a character becomes happy without bootlicking Navier. (-_-)

No I'm not angry at Navier, I'm angry at the writer. She tried to make Navier the ultimate dream girl, so not like other girls. 😴

Only Navier gets to be happy, screw anyone who doesn't follow the rule.

Rashta deserved an arc where her life didn't revolve around Navier. I just want her to be happily living in a cottage with her two kids, far away from the maddening crowd, living a simple happy life just like she wanted before dying (though she wanted Sovieshu to be in the picture too but eh).

[are-you-still-writing-that]

Yandere Alphabet: Haitani Ran

So, this is the first character of a request with multiple people in it. They will all be posted individually. Though, for now I will return to finish other request first, before coming back to this one. I am also not quite sure how this particular Alphabet will be perceived..., but then again, this is the way I chose to write him.

Haitani Ran

Only a thin facade hides the cruel nature of this monster. Everything about him seems fake from the way he acts to the way he tries to sweet talk you. I advice you here and now, to never try and attract the attention of this beast, because he will devour you whole, only to discard the pieces he has left behind.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

It depends, on the difference, between his genuine affection, and the one he plays for everyone to see. He makes it clear to everyone, through his physical contact, that you are close. He gets you gifts, with the single purpose, that you can show them off later. A date at the restaurant, will almost be a routine with him. Though, if you´re looking for his genuine affection, you can already stop this your futile efforts, because his affection towards you run cold. He doesn´t care, and he never will.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

If someone has the confidence to flirt with you, while he is around best believe, that this will have a quite bloody and messy end. He will gleefully tear into everyone, who he sees threatening him. On the other hand, he also quite happy to get quite bloody with you. It satisfies him, and soothes something cruel inside of him, when he sees your blood running down your skin, or his own knuckles. And how you provide these moments for him, full of blood and pain. No matter if it´s you or whoever approaches you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Ran wouldn´t just simply mock his darling, he would torture them, slowly render them apart, till nothing will be left any more. He will break his darling apart, only to build them up again in his own image. He will do it over and over again, till the moment he finally gets bored of it all. Then, and only then, he will take mercy on his darling and kill them. It won´t be quick and it won´t be painless, but it will end in the only way it could have from the beginning.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Everything that this man will do, he will only do because he wants to. For nothing he will first get the consent of his darling. If you do consent, that will only benefit yourself, because he would these things regardless. Him asking you is simply a facade, for he is never truly asking you. He doesn´t care about what you want. He only cares about getting what he wants.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

One would think, with the way he takes complete possession of his darling, the way he indulges himself with his darling, he would also indulge himself in that way with you, but surprisingly he just doesn´t. Ran keeps most of his thought to himself, and doesn´t care to tell you what he actually thinks about most of the time. He keeps himself almost emotionally separated from the one he feels infatuated with. Does he know, that the end won´t change either way?

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Every hit, every punch, every heart wrenching scream are nothing but amusing to him. Seeing you completely enraged or slowly crumbling to the floor. It doesn´t matter. It won´t bother Ran. He might even continue to mess with you, when you already close to bursting to rage. Just so that you will snap, that you will try to land a hit on him, even though you both know, that you never could.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Life became just one big game to him. There are only a few things, that he truly takes seriously, and loving you does not belong them. So yes, everything you do, everything he does, is just like playing a game for him. Nothing, that he will do will have lasting consequences in his mind, and nothing you do could ever leave a lasting impression on him either. He treats this all as a game, and maybe you should as well.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

In retrospect, meeting him was the kick off for everything, that would follow. So, this would certainly be the worst experience his darling would make him. Because you know, that this was the cause, behind that everything that happened after. It will always be the worst thing in your mind. Because even when he kills you at the end, it will feel more like a mercy for his darling than anything else. The only escape, that they could have made from him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Considering, that he sees his darling, as kind of, well, replaceable, he has no future in mind. He doesn´t imagine anything in particular, that could be described as domestic, for he simply doesn´t care about these things. The only thing, that his mind sometimes wander to, are the thoughts he harbours for your dead. Because you both know, that the story of the two of you, can only end with one of you dead.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Though, he might act jealous sometimes, he never truly is. He will bluster sometimes, to appear like the man most see him as, but in the end, he couldn´t care less, if someone flirts with you or not. Though in the quiet back home, he still likes to act, like it bothered him. A simple excuse, to whisper poison into your mind, and colour you with bruises.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Once more, you become aware of the facade he keeps around other people. He will act like a dream come true, like Prince Charming personified, when he is in the company with others and for once it feels like he truly does love you again. It feels again, like the time you met him at first. But that will change as soon as you step back into the privacy of your own space, and the sweet dream will turn into a sour nightmare again, just as you got used to.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When he was still trying to reel you in, that man seems like a dream come true. He was polite and generous. He seems to know what he was doing, and had an adorable laugh, when he did blunder. He seemed honest and forthcoming with his intentions, with every action that he took. Thoughtful, with every move towards you. Ran, truly knew how to play his victim, his darling like a fiddle.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He acts like a entire different person at first glance, but slowly, with enough time on your side, you learn to see the similarities instead of the differences. He has that same arrogant air around him, no matter where he is. There is also the undercurrent of danger in the way he moves, and he can never quite manage to soften his demeanor entirely, enough to fool at first glance, but you can see the sharpness, that will always cut. You can see, that he is not as capable as he thinks he is, now is he?

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He will welcome every small and banal reason to punish his darling with open arms. It just caters to his sadistic streak, and the pleasure he takes from rendering you especially apart. He loves to hear the screams, to see the tears, and smell the blood. For him, it might just as well, the best thing, that could happen. So here he is again, ready to tear in what he thinks, he might have actually loved in another life, in another time.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

For Ran his darling is little more than a simple doll, that he can do with whatever he wants. There is nothing, he thinks, they can do without him, and so why should he give them the means to do anything without him either. Your every action, is laid into his control, and it is something, that he won´t give up on, no matter what. It is a pitiful existence to be loved by a man who thinks himself so divine.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

His patience, when he allows it, always feels like Damocles sword hanging up above you and ready to sever your head at any moment. A thing you will very quickly pick up on, with him around, is that he is not actually a very patient man at all. So, whenever he suddenly tries to put on a show, and acts the part, where he actually posses the patience of a saint, you will know, that something is deeply wrong. And doesn´t that send cold sweat crawling down your back again?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

When all has ended, and the curtain of death closes before your very own eyes, as life slowly fades from you with every breath, he will smile. Another heart, that he had stolen away from the world. Another light, that he was responsible for diminishing. Another life, that was forfeited to him. He will watch your body cool, and your blood run over the floor. In the end, he will honour the kill, but nothing more. He will stand up, and go on the hunt once more. Like has countless times before.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He doesn´t feel regret for anything he does. If it brings him closer to his goal, he won´t regret anything he does. This applies for every aspect of his life, and has also been an integral part of him even in his youth. It certainly, didn´t change over the years, and so he still has the same attitude with regret. There is only very little he regrets, and almost all of it, made him work harder for his goal, than he would have originally needed to.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

There is nothing in his childhood, or his upbringing, that he could point out, as a cause for the way he is. No string of events, that have marked their deep gouges into his being, that would result in him being the way he is. There was nothing, that preceded his sadistic tendencies, for he has always felt that way before. And so for him, it is only nature, that his self just carries through in every aspect of his life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

When he sees his darling slowly crumble under his own weight. Sees them crumble under the pressure he put them under. That, he believes, is something special. It satisfies something in him like no other intimacy ever could, and while your tears could always get him going, there is something truly otherworldly beautiful, seeing your spirit crack. If you let him see, how he is slowly getting under your skin, turning into an invisible scar, he will love it. He will take pleasure from the fact, that he is killing you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He doesn´t see anything special in his darling. A few traits, that he can, quite honestly, find again and over again, in other people as well. He holds no adoration unique to the one he is infatuated with, and instead is far too willing, to let the chase drop and start over again, with someone else. That man, would replace his darling all the time, not knowing, what it is, he is looking for, and if he can even find it in someone else. Is he even capable of love, or is he meant to destroy, what he holds dear.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

That man is arrogant. And while, he is aware of some of it, it becomes quickly clear to you, that he still isn´t aware of the full extent of his arrogance. There are small things, that he does, that are clearly based on him feeling superior to you. And the more often these instances happen, where he unintentionally leaves little outs for you, the better you get to pick up on these situations. He may not believe in you, but you still have not given up yet, and you will use these opportunities presented to you. Ran will never know what hit him.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Ran would take every opportunity, that presented itself to him, to hurt his darling. As soon, as he has you in his grasp, as you are under his control, he won´t waste a single moment, where he can justifies ripping his darling apart. It gets him all warm, and his heart beating faster, when he just thinks about all the ways, he could render you apart. Just thinking, of all the pieces he could break you into.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

He doesn´t really see anything special in his darling. Nothing, that would separate them from any other person. The only thing, that is special about his darling, might be the fact, that he is the one, who decided to love them. The special thing in his eyes is, that they are his. Nothing else set them apart. In an, maybe, ironic twist of fate, he thinks, that his darling should worship him instead. Because doesn´t he already acts like he is their god?

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

At first he tries to act like a gentleman around his darling. Polite, charming, and o so loveable to his poor darling. Though, over time, his darling will realize, that something is wrong, even if they can´t quite figure it out at the moment. His soft words will grow sharper, and slowly his entire charming persona evolves back into the toxic man, that he is. The one, that sometimes acts, as if love and hate are the same thing for him.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

In the end, when all is said and done, he will not just have broken his darling apart, piece by piece. He will have shattered them entirely, glueing the pieces clumsily back together, so that they break apart by themselves again with the gust of a wind. In the end, he is standing in front of a heap of shards, that he could never repair himself ever again. He might grab at the pile again, and again, but there is nothing left, that wouldn´t cut him anymore. There is nothing left of the person, the mind, the soul from before. In the end he will do the last thing he can, and kill what he has loved. Because for a man like Ran, love can never exist.

[daz4i]

You said you wanted to talk about Nikolai so I'm subjecting you to this because I am thinking about it now having come across it again (I had forgotten about all but the telephone pole thing with his dialogue) trying to find manga caps for something else

The blast of an explosion...Nikolai can store just straight kinetic energy in the overcoat???? And just keep it in there for whenever till he wants to use it? And he is confident enough that he could "dump" it into his coat without blowing himself away then??

Everytime I'm forced to think about how his ability works it makes me think he is the most op other than Fukuchi, like imagine if he had different goals and motivations. The terror??? Like what are the limits here even for his coat storage???

Thoughts? Opinions? Could your man be world ending with different motivations? Inquiring minds would like to know 🙏

oh damn i didn't remember that detail!!!!! i wish we got more information abt how the pocket dimension of his overcoat works tbh. tho, this one sounded a bit weird to me so i went and checked a different translation and this one says "expose you to the blast of an exploding bomb" which might imply it's just sending bombs at him? or maybe just connecting the space around him to someplace else where a bomb is exploding, really 🤔 we simply don't have enough info atm to know exactly what it means asdkjfdgkh

ANYWAY!!!!!! i definitely agree he could be more op than fukuchi, if needed. the 30 meters limit of his ability is bc it's just way too powerful otherwise akdjsfgh. this is one reason i think he might play a part in defeating fukuchi - his ability is kind of perfect for that. stay someplace hidden and take his sword through a portal while he's not looking and you already took away half of his power, and now you can send someone else (perhaps sskk: the sequel) in for the kill.

when i think about it, i assume one reason he's a clown and a fun character if to throw off both other characters in-universe and the readers off to how scary he can be. think about it - we barely even know what his goals are, given how contradictory some of the things he says can be (like... wanting true freedom and a proof free will exists, envying people who don't realize they're trapped... but joining the organization that seeks to literally mind control everyone on earth...? idk. maybe his end goal is for everyone to be brainwashed so he can prove he's able to break out of it or smth and thus prove his free will). for all we know he could straight up kidnap everyone in the main cast and keep them in his pocket dimension if he so pleased. even dazai! this is the first ability we see that worked on him!!!

not to mention he's really smart!!! i pointed this out before, but he literally outsmarted fyodor and managed to ruin a part of his plan by not dying when he was supposed to, and the way he uses his ability is super clever as well (look how he saved sigma)! so he potentially could be one of the smartest characters in the entire story and we wouldn't even know bc he hides it so well

so yes 100% he could end the world if he wanted. he's so scary not just bc of his ability, not just bc he's smart, but bc he's so unpredictable and we don't actually know what goes on inside his head bc he keeps lying and hiding it and joking and faking who he really is and nothing about what he does makes sense in the moment bc that's what he's hoping for, as far as we know 👀

[captainfightingflower]

(HEAVY TW!!!) Likely my hottest Jackbox Games take yet: Cookie & Schmitty should've never reappeared after YDKJ: FS & TMP 2 respectively.

I'll start this off by saying that i do not hate either of the two as characters, the reason why i think that their appearances should've ended at You Don't Know Jack: Full Stream & Trivia Murder Party 2 is because it's a perfect karmatic ending for them do to how terrible they are as people.

Now i'm going to bring up a lot of heavy topics in this hot take, because Cookie Masterson & Josh "Schmitty" Schmitstinstein are just...terrible human beings who have done and do a lot of fucked up things, a lot of it isn't even played humorously (if you could even call writers put in humorous). If topics such as manipulation and abuse strum the wrong cords in you, or if you treasure these characters and don't want them potentially ruined for you after hearing all the fucked up things they have done in the game's cannon, i heavily suggest skipping this post for your own sake, but if you're okay with the above: click "Keep reading" to continue.

Cookie is manipulative, using his emotions and words to get what he wants, whenever he wants it, with little to no repercussions. He was able to go first in You Don't Know Jack: The Ride when he was supposed to go last with a trapdoor and complaining. He's able to get interns to tend to his every need with threats and his charisma, to the point of him being able to KILL them if he so desires. It's a miracle he's not in jail with his numerous cases of indecent exposure and kidnapping of actual scientists, even his future self hates his guts, that's how toxic he is. Don't even get me started on the fact he strapped his boyfriend Raul to an electric chair against his will for his sick amusement.

Schmitty is abusive, physically assaulting the people he's working with or destroying the property of others with either his fists or sometimes giant rocks. He convinced Old Man to fake his own suicide in front of Cookie as a "prank", admitted to committing both adultery and gerbiling, and while he isn't hosting games naked, pissing on walls or having sex with his players midgame like Cookie has done; he makes up for it by simply not wearing pants most of the time, especially during work hours. He's also both been to jail and is currently on trial, likely for the above, and he's also just as verbally abusive as he is physically.

This in mind: their fates in You Don't Know Jack: Full Stream & Trivia Murder Party 2 is perfect karma for them! Cookie being the one manipulated for the benefit of another and to the detriment of himself, having nobody but a single intern that occasionally checks up on him and another who just reads out the questions for quality control, and being eternally forced to do the same song and dance till the day he dies without much as a break is PERFECT karma!

While Schmitty constantly being assaulted and abused, never getting to see the sun for the rest of his days, forced to live in a crate until he's forced to line read, tortured, or fed vile food just to keep him alive at the hands of who he used to think of as a friend. His only moments of peace being when the hotel explodes into smoldering smithereens, until he's brought back alive to repeat the cycle anew, making for a fitting punishment to someone who harmed many.

In fact, these ends are SO perfect that i'm almost convinced that these originally WERE going to be their last appearances, but due to how fans reacted, and how they likely weren't going to stop complaining about their situations; they brought them back to get some extra hype going for Pack 7 & Pack 9 respectively. But that's really all it is, marketing. While i like Schmitty's sequel and you guys know my opinion on Cookie's sequel ALL too well; the hosts...really added nothing. They're remarkably soulless at best and viciously flanderized at worst. Their roles could be filled by any other host and practically nothing would change, proven by the fact that Cookie isn't actually Cookie (which was added in a fucking PATCH by the way).

They don't deserve the "happy" ending they ended up getting, their fate filled with suffering was poetic; the worst out of the original cast getting their well deserved comeuppance two decades in the making. Getting rid of the old by giving them what they had coming to make way for Jackbox's new generation of psychotic hosts! Shame that they threw it away for the sake of marketability, before quickly discarding them like they were worth nothing to them. Capitalism kills art sometimes, that's just how it be.

[invisiblerhythmcat]

I fucking love Till the End of the Moon

It fit in the same kind of box in my brain as Wuthering Heights - it really does fit a kind of gothic romance thing.

but, I really struggled with caring about the romance of it all. Which, for an aroace, I usually get really attached to the romance being portrayed, so this was weird.

but, I think what happened is that the relationship pings a very specific dynamic for me that is incredibly uncomfortable.

See, for me, Tantai Jin is probably the most autistic-coded character I've seen on screen for a long time (for example, the whole basically copying Xiao Lin to figure out how to be a person...) and so, I feel like a lot of his relationship with Ye Xiwu is "neurotypical who is helping by teaching him to be more neurotypical". And yes, she does a lot to help him navigate emotions, socety, etc, but she also is instilling social norms at all times.

And it does get to a patronizing level. At the same time, he is constantly forgiving of her (even when he thinks she poisoned him, he is willing to forgive and forget because she came back to him), and she takes advantage of that.

It's "oh, poor Tantai Jin just can't figure emotions on his own, time to take advantage of how forgiving he is to just manipulate him into having the emotions I want him to have" (and come on, making him fall in love with her so she can kill him is creepy)

And I have seen and been in a lot of similar relationships - where people take advantage of me because I'm forgiving, or where people think they're saving me simply by being nice in a creepy, patronizing way.

My desire was to have this reverse 500 years later, where Li Susu has to really enter Tantai Jin's world and learn how to operate by his norms. And they do, kind of. Li Susu realizes she wasn't just making him fall in love with her to kill him. She realizes she loves him and is significantly less controlling of his choices. She's grateful and happy for what he gives her.

Even when he makes choices that scare her, she believes in him. Even when she has reason to completely distrust him, she still willingly enters his separate fake Bo're life with him and enjoys it with him. I definitely enjoyed that part of their relationship better.

But Tantai Jin never really gets to lead in their relationship, even in marrying her (a bajillionth time). He never gets to have a moment to teach her the way she taught him. All he gets to do is sacrifice himself for her.

And, my god, if that isn't uncomfortable. Of course, at the end of the day, the autistic character whose main relationship already has Very Sketchy power dynamics at play, ends up sacrificing.

And, blah blah, fate, destiny, character arc. I know. i highly doubt this was even a consideration in the creation of the drama.

But it is still something I experienced while watching and I think it's worth acknowledging. it's a beautiful, incredibly drama. Also, for me, it's not a romance, except in the most fucked up gothic sense, it's much more a tragedy.

[donutloverxo]

Good little wife

Note - Inspired by a request I got long ago and written for the happy hoelidays challenge I'm cohosting with my sister hoes @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 . I used the prompts two idiots in love + Character A loves Christmas. Character B hates it. A melts Bs cold heart Dividers by @firefly-graphics .

Summary - Your husband makes up to you for being a Grinch and a meanie to you throughout your marriage.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut(m/f), dub con, older man/younger woman, arranged marrige, leaking nudes, daddy kink, blood play, virginity/innocence kink, loss of virginity, virgin reader, painful sex, misogyny, mob activities.

Pairing - Mob!Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 8k

“You look beautiful, cookie,” your mother raved, pressing her lips to your cheek, “He’s a lucky man.”

You only hummed. Staring at your refection, seeing someone you didn’t even recognize.

Your white lace dress somewhat conservative, still really pretty, something you would’ve been more than happy to wear if your circumstances weren’t so depressing.

You almost let out a sardonic laugh, you didn’t get to choose your husband but at least you chose your wedding gown.

“It’ll be alright,” your mother picked at your hair, noticing your evident sadness, you’ve never been one to hide how you feel anyway, “you’ll learn to love him. He’s very successful.”

“I always thought ‘money doesn’t make you happy',” something she had said to you so many times over the years.

“That’s just a fairy tale. People fall out of love, run out of things to talk about, men cheat, in the end all that’s left is how well he can provide for you,” she stated.

You checked your phone as soon as you could, going through your messages to see if your boyfriend, or rather your now ex boyfriend, had sent you anything. You still naively hoped that he'd come on a white horse and sweep you off and away, so you wouldn’t have to marry someone you’ve else. So you wouldn’t have to give up your freedom forever and just be someone’s wife.

But you saw nothing. He hadn’t talked to you, not since your father found out about you both. Since he was from a family your daddy hated with a passion, and you were supposed to as well, your father made you cut all times with him. Locked you in your room in a timeout till you came to your senses.

After over three weeks he came to you, telling you how he was ready to forgive you and move on. You were so happy. For a minute you let yourself believe that this was your father, he loved you unconditionally, of course he'd set aside whatever vain feud he has and let you be with your love.

All your hopes were crushed when he told you he had selected a husband for you whom you have to marry in just a month. That you had to drop out of college since you wouldn’t need that degree anyway.

You always did believe that he had your best interests at heart, you wanted to believe it this time as well, but you just couldn’t.

Cringing inwardly when he kissed your cheeks, “You look beautiful,” he told you, cold eyes staring at you, “Don’t try anything stupid. Andrew is a good man,” he looped your arm in with his.

“He’s more than a decade older than me,” you argued, biting your lip as he squeezed your arm to warn you.

You slapped a fake smile on your face, walking down, one step after another as everyone looked at you in awe.

This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life...

But when you looked at Andy waiting for you at the alter you felt nothing but grave anxiety which made your teeth clatter, his palms joined together at his front, he did look handsome with his tux and neat beard. You have had a crush on him for a long time but you’ve never even had a real conversation with him, you didn’t know him. No one did.

Your heart filled with dread as your father handed you over to Andy, patting him on his shoulder, “Take good care of her.”

“I will,” Andy smiled.

You weren’t really there, maybe your body was but your soul had left you to maybe make the whole ordeal less painful. The priest read the vows asking you if you were ready to take him as your husband forever.

“I do,” since you had no other choice.

“I do,” he repeated.

You felt a shiver jolt up your spine when his fingers grazed yours, putting the thin silver band on your finger before lifting your veil to press his lips to yours, giving you a chaste, barely there kiss as everyone cheered you on.

The rest of the evening was a blur, you could barely register what had happened, everyone sweetly calling you ‘Mrs Barber’ only making you more nervous.

Andy however, was cordial and formal as always, shaking their hands and thanking them.

Since you hadn’t really taken any dance lessons you were left to simply wing it with him at your first dance. With your clammy hands in his you tried to match his pace as he lead you, bumping into his feet with yours more than once.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Relax,” making you shudder.

You looked up at him, he had barely said two words to you but your grandmother often said ‘Eyes are the windows to the soul’.

And Andy’s eyes were so... kind, like a blue ocean you could happily drown in. He almost looked at you as if he were fond of you.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad...

You didn’t really expect Andy to carry you over the threshold, that was just a silly little fantasy you’ve always had and you knew he’d never indulge you in it but he didn’t even hold the door open for you.

You looked around his condo, so grey and boring, looked like it was out of a magazine catalogue, you felt so out of place there.

Naturally, you followed him to his bedroom, watching him wake his coat off, followed by his cuffs as he rolled his sleeves up.

You went over what you wanted to say in your head, how do you tell your husband that you’re a virgin, on your wedding night--that was something your grandmother never gave you advice on. You could’ve used her wisdom then.

With your mouth suddenly dry you tried to speak as he poured himself a drink, “Um... I’ve...”

“What?” he looked at you, quirking a brown brow up.

“Nothing,” you shook your head as you took a seat on the edge of the bed. “This is a nice house.”

“You can take the guestroom,” he said bluntly.

“What?”

“You can take the guestroom. I’ve already put all your bags there, you can decorate it however you like but don’t touch anything else.”

“But I...I’ve never heard of husband and wife sleeping in different rooms.”

“That’s true, it is unusual. This is not a normal marriage though, is it?” His tone so frustratingly patronising, as if he was talking to a child.

You’ve never really been appreciated for your mind, women never are--not where you come from, even your love Alex only ever thought of you as a ‘pretty face’. But Andy didn’t need to spell it out for you, “You... don’t want me...” you realised.

He only scoffed. He’d never been one for long term relationships, he had tried but he could never give himself to another person, women often called him emotionally unavailable, his demanding and dangerous job did contribute a lot to that, but more than that it was his unwillingness to change. He was self aware enough to know that but he didn’t need anyone else. He didn’t want to be tied down or to have a nagging immature wife.

“But why...” you wondered. Sure, you weren’t thrilled to marry him, but now you had accepted it and wanted to make the best of your new life. You thought he wanted the same.

“Why would I want you?” he spat. “ You’re nothing but a spoilt rich girl who’s had everything handed to her. Who was ungrateful and stupid enough to fraternize with the enemy.”

You let out a shaky exhale, looking at him with teary eyes, “I loved him...”

“You don’t know the first thing about love,” he rolled his eyes.

“He loved me too! But I’m willing to put that behind me. I made a vow to you.”

“You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” you frowned.

He took his phone out of his pocket, opening his gallery to show you the compromising pictures you had sent to your ex, “He shared that with everyone, it was all just a ploy to humiliate your father.”

You gasped, taking his phone in your trembling hand, your breasts exposed as you shyly looked at the camera. You had flat out refused to send him a nude when he asked for it but then he threatened to break up with you, to go after your best friend, even called you a prude because you hadn’t slept with him. At the moment you felt as if you had no choice but to do it...

“He wouldn’t,” you sobbed.

“And because of your stupidity I had to marry you since no one else would ever want you,” he said. But then regretted it as you just started crying harder. He thought of maybe trying to console you but what would he even say?

He took the phone from you before you could even think of deleting the photos. He used them to pleasure himself almost every night. Maybe he was an idiot, he could have the real thing, yet he was pushing you away, “Go to your room,” he told you which made you sob even moreso.

You looked up at him, begging him for a hug, for some sort of comfort or sympathy but his face was cold and harsh. Finally gathering your wits you went to the other room, ready to cry yourself to sleep.

No matter how beautiful you were, you were still thrusted upon him, you didn’t love him, you never could because you never even had a choice

“Perfect,” you beamed, setting down the chicken pot pie you had just cooked up.

Your grandmama had always told you that a wife should be a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. So that her man would never stray.

And while you hadn’t had a chance to be a whore for Andy... something that you were looking forward to, you hoped the fresh home cooked meal, the holiday season and decorations you had spent the past few days working on would put him in the mood. To maybe accept you as his wife.

For the past six months you had tried everything, making him breakfast, packing his lunch, offering him massages, even trying to help him with his work but he was always so cold to you.

You feared that this is how it will be forever. He would never love you, not the way you’ve always loved him. Even when he was so cruel towards you.

But you were nothing if not resilient. So you said chuck it and went all out. Decorating your whole house, with a real tree for the past few days while Andy was out on a work trip for thanksgiving. Maybe you could surprise him and he’d realise just how much he lucked out with you.

You even went with a more risqué outfit than you usually would. Your little emerald green skirt with pleats was a bit too short and impractical for the cold winters but you were going to stay inside anyway. It was topped off with a tight burgundy blouse and a push up bra which made your girls look enticing and some red pumps.

With a pumpkin pie for dessert in the oven, your salads done and the gingerbread flavored candles lit up you were good to go.

So you sat on the couch, watching 'A Christmas story' for the hundredth time to kill time till he gets home and to distract your nervous mind.

After ninety minutes the movie was over but Andy still wasn’t home. You tried calling him but it kept going to voicemail.

Frustrated, but determined to follow through with your ‘Seduce Andy Barber’ plan you put on another movie, chewing your lip till it bled as you impatiently waited for him.

Soon it was midnight, your food got cold and the rumbling in your tummy became more prominent so you decide to eat your dinner, put the leftovers in the freezer and cut your losses.

You were almost done with your dishes when your husband coming into the apartment, turning around you saw him hang his coat on the back of the chair and plomp down on it. He groaned, pulling the sleeves of his shirt up to reveal his bulky forearms.

“You’re home,” you said, taking off your apron so he could see your little get up.

He didn’t smile at you like you expected he would, he didn’t say ‘Good job’ like you thought he would. He certainly didn’t look like he wanted to bend you over the dining table and take you then and there. He simply frowned at you. Looking at you as if your mere existence offended him.

“I told you; you were allowed to decorate your room however you liked. Not the whole apartment,” he growled, rubbing a hand over his face.

“What? I did it for you... I thought you would like it, ” you stood there, dumbfounded, shifting from one foot to another, “You don’t like Christmas.” You realised.

“No, I don’t. Christmas isn’t all fun and jolly for everybody. I’ve never had anyone to celebrate it with,” he did you a once over, his pants tightening uncomfortably as he took in your little ensemble.

He had never had a single good Christmas in his whole life. He’d usually spend it either working or drinking. But now, he had you, his good little wife who had gone out of her way to do all this just for him.

He could kiss your red lips then and there, finally do what he’s been wanting to go for the past few months and make love to you, eat the delicious meal you had made him because he was fucking starving.

But then he realized how easily you could be taken away from him. How this was all so fickle.

“Do you want a divorce?” he crossed his hands over his chest, as if daring you to give a wrong answer, “If you do, I’ll give you one right now.”

“I - ” you strutted, you didn’t really know, “Daddy would never let that happen.” To which he scoffed.

Your father would kill you both if this marriage failed. He knew that, why would he still be willing to risk everything?

“Where are you going?” you asked when he got up from the chair.

“To my room, to sleep,” he sighed.

He knew what you would say, he knew you were daddy’s little girl who’d die before disappointing her father, which was solely why you were with him, and yet he let himself fall for you and get hurt.

You tugged on his shirt, ready to beg him to at least eat the meal you made for him but then you frowned, inhaling the feminine perfume from his shirt, mixed with his own Cologne, you took a step back, your eyes brimming with tears as you realised he might’ve been with another woman.

While you were home slaving away to make everything perfect for him.

Your father had a handful of mistresses, a few of them younger than you. Your mother knew, all wives know and look the other way. That was how it was supposed to be. It was how you make marriages last...

And your poor beaten heart could take his coldness towards you, it absolutely could not bear him being with another woman. Your father had always praised him for being loyal, and it was one of the things you loved about him...

“Where were you?” you sniffled to keep the tears at bay.

“I was out working. So I could pay for your shopping sprees.” He spat.

You gasped, “I haven’t gone shopping in months! I only did now for Christmas!”

“That tree better be down by the time I wake up. You can out all that crap in your bedroom if you like. I do not what to see it.” He said gravelly, before slamming his door shut.

Something was horribly wrong.

Andy came home to an empty, cold house. You weren’t there to greet him like you usually are, in fact you hadn’t been for the past few weeks. He could hear the TV from your room, some kind of musical playing.

He checked the kitchen for some food, you used to make dinner every night, rave about your love for cooking and baking, but now it seemed that you lived on poptarts and McDonald’s.

He knocked on your door, to ask if you wanted some of the alfredo he was cooking up, also to maybe get you to have dinner with him.

Ever since he had married you, he had such a beautiful companion to have dinner with. To watch silly romcoms with, someone who waited for him to come home, called him all worried when he was late, asked him how his day was

It’d break his heart to say good night to you, you’d give him those puppy eyes, fluttering your lashes as if begging him to invite you to bed with him.

He wanted to ask you to come, to feel what it would be like to snuggle up with your soft body, to smell your hair, to finally fuck you, but he’d just go away to sleep in his cold bed with a heavy heart. Making do with his hand as he thought of you, it wouldn’t feel nearly as good as you would but it would have to do.

“Can I come in, honey?” he asked.

Letting himself in when no answer came from you. You were lying on your bed, blankets draped over you, your eyes trained on the television. He looked around your room, he had only been there a couple of times, he had expected to see some kind of winter wonderland since you were such a fan of Christmas.

But it looked just how it usually did... pale pink walls, a queen sized bed, a small closet and a dresser and a vanity. No tree or fairy lights or nut crackers.

He leaned against the door frame. “Did you have dinner?” He wanted to know.

You made some sort of unintelligible noise; which could mean anything. So he asked, “Would you like some pasta? I can’t make it as good as you do but I’ll try.”

“No.” You answered. Still not even looking at him.

“It’s Christmas Eve, do you want to go celebrate with your family?”

You shook your head in response. “No, I think I’ll just stay here.”

He had stolen your brightness and sunshine away, tainting you with his darkness. “Stop it,” he scolded, switching off the TV and standing in front of you to make you listen to him. “Get ready, I’m dropping you off at your fathers. You’re not spending Christmas in bed.”

“What difference does it make?” you huffed.

“Get ready. Right. Now.” He ordered, pulling your blanket away from you.

“No!” you whined. Sitting up, your face heating up with a simmering rage you had harbored for months. “Why do you even care? Do you want to get me out of the house so you could spend Christmas with her?!”

“Who’s her?” he furrowed his brows.

“Your mistress!” you yelled, looking around for something you could hurt him with, you grabbed a hold of your Mrs Bunny, your cute pink stuffie and threw it at his face. “I’m not going anywhere. And you’re not bringing her in to my house!” You said, throwing another stuffie at him which he caught with his hand.

“Honey,” he said, as if he was so disappointed with you, for catching him in his lies and deceit. “I don’t have a mistress. Where would I even find the time for one? All those late nights were spent at the office or in meetings.”

He would be the world’s biggest idiot to get a mistress when he had a wife like you waiting for him at home. A wife he hadn’t even so much as even kissed... given how pouty and tempting your lips looked, he didn’t know how he resisted for so long.

“Don’t call me honey,” you puffed out your cheeks, “And I don’t believe you.”

“Well, what can I do to make you believe me?”

You sighed, laying back down on the bedding, “There’s not much you can do. Except leave me be. I just want to sleep this Christmas away.”

He had to do something to get your spirits up. And since you has thrown away your old decorations he ran to every store in the town, waiting in the queue for hours, calling in as many favors as he could to get some new ones.

While he wasn’t able to get a real Christmas tree, he got a fake one which was a bit smaller than the one you had put up but not all that bad.

You had decorated the apartment with the traditional red, greens and golden he decided to go with a soft pastel pink theme. Hoping that you would like it and forgive him.

He had gotten you couple of gifts, a little babydoll he saw on the internet, it was pink and sexy, he thought of you the moment he saw it. Ordering it for you but he never really gathered enough courage to ask you to wear it. He wrapped it up for you in some festive paper, tying a ribbon around it.

He decided to get as many gifts for you as he could so the tree wouldn’t look so depressing, a Tiffany’s set, an advent calendar from a make up company he knew you liked, a box of cookies and one of chocolates, a new apron with floral patterns and frilly trimmings, some cozy socks, and a surprise gift he had been saving for you.

Looking around the living room, while it wasn’t as good as what you had done with the place he was still proud of what he could pull off in just a couple of hours.

He called out your name before knocking and entering, switching on your bedside lamp he sat next to you, stroking your hair, “Wake up, angel.”

“Seriously, stop it with the petnames,” you said, your voice groggy from sleep and irritated. Because he had only ever said your name with contempt before.

“I’m not going to stop, honey. You’re my wife, I can call you whatever I like.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, rubbing your sleep away from your eyes.

“I have a surprise for you.” He smiled at you.

And while he had certainly smiled at you before that, when you had said something funny or silly (which you usually did just to see him smile), this one seemed so much brighter and warm.

“What is it?” you sat up. Still a bit crossed with him but excited to see what surprise he had for you.

“You have to come into the living room for that, and promise to stop being a Grinch,” he said, bopping your nose.

You scoffed incredulously, “I’m being a Grinch?! You were the one who made me take everything down in the first place!”

“I know, honey, and I am sorry for that. Hopefully I can make it up to you.” He winked.

You combed your hair, splashing some water on your face and then following him out to see what he had in mind for you.

You all but gasped at the tree in the middle of your living room, so beautiful, the soft glow of the fairy lights illuminated the room, little festive trinklets all over the room.

He had got you a pink stocking with sparkling silver hearts on it. His was a normal red one with ‘Andy' written with a sharpie or a pen. You giggled at that.

“You like it, honey?” he asked.

You nodded, observing the ornaments on your tree, “I do. Thank you so much, Andy. It’s so beautiful, I don’t think anyone’s ever done something so grand for me.”

Your rave gave him the courage to out his hand over your waist, pulling you into him, “I know this doesn’t make up for everything, but it’s start.”

“Yes! I think... I’d like a fresh start,” you beamed up at him

He excused himself to make some hot chocolate for you both, handing you a mug with little heart shaped marshmallows and sprinkles on top of it. You didn’t even realise how you ended up snuggled up next to him on the couch, Elf playing on the TV which he shockingly had never seen before.

“You know... for someone who hates Christmas so much you did a pretty good job saving it!” you giggled, kissing his bearded cheek.

“Well...” he looked down at you, wiping away the mustache the hot chocolate gave you before sucking his thumb off, “I don’t hate it anymore, because I’m not alone,” he said, his thumb pulling on your plump bottom lip.

“Um...” you face heated up as looked away, “You got me gifts!” you screamed a bit overzealous to change the subject, “Can I open one now? Please?! I’m just so excited!”

“Sure,” he murmured, a bit salty that he didn’t get the kiss.

He knelt next to you on the carpet as you pinked one up, shaking it next to your ear, scrunching your nose up so cutely as you tried to decipher what it was.

“Mmm... I can’t tell...”

“Why don’t you just open it?” he asked as his hand caressed your bare thigh, finding himself unable to keep his hands off of you now that he has you.

You ripped at the wrapping paper, opening the box to reveal the skimpy baby pink lingerie he had got you.

You pulled it out of the box and then started stammering, unable to form words once you realised what it was. “Is this... um..”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, it’s very cute and nice. Do you, want me to wear it for you?”

“If that’s what you want,” he said casually and then shrugged but then regretted it as your face fell and you let. He wasn’t used to half-assing things if he was going to tell you his true feelings, he had to go all out.

Taking a deep breath, “I have to tell you something I’ve been meaning to say for months.”

“What?”

“I... love you,” he looked down at your lap, because he couldn’t bear to look in your eyes if you decided to reject him.

“Oh, Andy!” you beamed, “I love you too! I’ve always loved you,” you crawled on top of him, throwing your arms around his neck you hugged him.

“That’s good then,” he smiled stroking your back, he pulled you back so he could look at your pretty face, cupping your cheek he pressed his lips against yours.

He had only kissed you once, months ago at your wedding, and while it was not bad at all it was too short and formal and distant, nothing compared to how he felt right now. Moulding his lips against yours, kneading the flesh of your ass, you tasted just as sweet as he imagined you would.

You gasped in his mouth when he rutted his erection up into your core. “Andy!” your chest heaving as you felt him pressing against your thigh.

“What do you say you go put that on for me, doll? Hm?” he instructed.

You meekly nodded, grabbing a hold of the lingerie which you just now noticed was so sheer and would not really leave anything to the imagination.

“Come on out quickly now,” his impatience seeping through his voice as he sat on the edge of his, or what would now be both of your marital bed, one leg crossed over the other, his foot tapping against the floor.

His pants already snug, just from imagining what you would look like with the flimsy thing on. It wasn’t as revealing or kinky as some of the other pieces he had seen, but he felt it would match your personality perfectly.

He groaned, calling out your name again, “I’m gonna fucking die of blue balls, if you don’t come out right now, I’m coming in,” he got up to his feet to do just that but then stopped when he heard the knob twist.

One smooth leg peaking out of the bathroom, “Um... promise you wouldn’t make fun of me?” you asked. Your eyes screwed shut, you didn’t really have much of choice but you had never been so vulnerable in front of anyone. You’d hate to not be satisfactory for him.

“I promise,” his face softened, he had to practice some restrain, at least until he breaks you in, “Now come on out.”

You opened the door, your meek eyes fixed on your hardwood floor, your hands hugging your midsection. You blinked when he said nothing for several long, tortuous moments. Peaking a glance up at him you found him staring at you.

“Uh, do you like it?” you asked as your hands played with the helm of the teddy.

He almost scoffed. Like would be an understatement.

He knew pink would be your color. The nightie so short, clinging to your curves, your nipples pebbled against the satiny fabric, you looked like a sweet little doll and a whole fucking meal to devour at the same time. He would burst before he even got to touch you.

“Twirl,” he made the motion with his forefinger to demonstrate it, “Let me look at you better. And hands to your sides.”

You took a deep breath, letting your hands fall, doing as he had asked, your heart hammering in your chest because for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out if he actually liked you.

“Stop there,” he instructed when he got a look at your pert, round butt, the cloth barely covering it, he could see the imprints of the thong you wore.

“What are you thinking?” you asked.

“If I like your front better or your behind.” He almost chuckled at the incredulous gasp you let out. “Alright, look at me again.” Definitely the front, because he could see your beautiful face. Taking his original position on the bedding, “Come here,” he patted his lap.

Like the obedient wife that you aspired to be, you followed, perching yourself up on his lap, your arms around his neck for some support, looking into his lust blown, dark eyes.

You bite your lip when you felt that pressing into your thigh. Unable to bear his intense gaze you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

He hushed you, snuggling your soft body closer to his, his fingers drawing patterns on your hip, “How many men have you been with before?”

It didn’t really matter whatever your answer would be. But he wanted to tell you, that how ever many there were before him won’t matter anymore. From now on you are solely his.

“None,” you whispered so lowly that he almost couldn’t hear you.

“What?” Holding onto your chin so that he could make you look at him, “None? How is that possible?”

“I’ve just been waiting for the right one... I was going to with Alex but then didn’t...” you said as your hands caressed the coarse hair on his jaw.

He hummed, the fact that he would be your one and only, forever, only served to entice him further.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before?” he asked, although he knew the answer.

“No...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll guide you,” he promised, pushing on your shoulders to make you get on your knees.

You hissed at the cold floor, biting into the your calves and knees.

His dainty princess, he grabbed a throw pillow, instructing you to put it under, all the while staring at your cleavage peaking out like a creep.

Your eyes were fixated on his crotch, eager to see what a real penis looks like. You had watched some porn when you were a teen, out of sheer curiosity, but your friends had told you to lower your expectations. That real ones are much smaller and not so aesthetically pleasing.

You all but gasped when he took his cock out of the confines of his sweats, slapping over his abdomen. So big... and thick, with two veins over it, a bright flushed tip leaking with pre-ejaculate, and some soft hair dusted at the base of it.

You tried to stop yourself but then couldn’t help it, your hand shyly touching his tip yanking it down and then releasing it to see what happens. As suspected it flew back over, hard against his tummy, making you giggled.

“Oh gosh...” you slapped a palm over your mouth to stop from laughing.

He scrunched up the hair on the back of your head, yanking your neck back so that he could look at you, “What’s so funny?” he growled.

“Nothing,” you gulped, “It’s all just so strange and new... and exciting...”

He hummed as he took in your words. Grabbing the base of his cock as he rubbed his tip and precum all over your cheeks till your face was positively glowing with his essence.

“You wanna taste it?” he asked, to which you eagerly nodded.

Nudging your pouty lips with his tips before tapping on them when you didn’t get the clue, “Open.”

“Oh,” you said before opening as wide as you could, his length easing into your mouth. You hummed around him, the salty unique taste of him you had never really known before and couldn’t get enough of now.

He was barely halfway through inside you when he touched the back of your throat, he tutted, “Relax your throat,” he told you.

You didn’t really know what he meant but you tried loosening up all your muscles. Choking around him when he pushed in a few more inches.

Most of him was still out but it was as good as it’s gonna get, not that he’d ever complain... no... your mouth was like heaven. He had only known his hand for the past year Or so, and your mouth was almost too much.

Holding onto your face to keep it in place he started thrusting upwards into you, his heart swelling with tears escaped your eyes but you still tried to take more of him, to please him like the good girl that you were.

He stopped his hips, gently slapping your cheek to get your attention, “You always look at me when my dick is in your mouth. Got it?”

Since you couldn’t talk with your mouth full of cock, you just nodded.

You peered up at him innocently, fluttering your lashes, popping him out of your sloppy mouth, “Am I doing it right?” because you truly couldn’t tell.

He chuckled, smoothening a hand down your hair, “More than right... it’s too good but I want to come in your pussy. Maybe I’ll make you swallow my load latter, what do you think?”

“Yes, I’d like that,” you licked your lips to taste more of him.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered.

“Um... can I go fix my face before that,” you rubbed your mouth with the back of your hand, you doubted you looked very pretty to him then.

“No,” he stated, pulling you up by your armpits and all but throwing you on the bed.

You yelped and tried to protest, “I wanna look good for you...”

He pushed your legs apart to make room for him, smirking above you, eyeing you up as if you were a piece of meat, his prey, “This really does look pretty on you...” he rubbed the flimsy spagetti strap between his fingers, “but it’s served it’s purpose.”

You screamed, holding onto his wrists as he ripped the babydoll in two pieces, revealing your breasts to him, he yanked at it, throwing the remains away.

“That’s much better,” he gritted, pinching one of your peaks, capturing it in his mouth and suckling at it to his hearts content.

You pouted as you looked at the torn cloth, a bit upset that he ruined his gift to you. “I really liked that...” you sniffled. But couldn’t really ponder because Andy’s ravenous mouth was sucking hickies all over your breasts.

“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you ten more,” he bit into the side of your breasts, your mewls and whines were like music to his ears.

“Andy...” you heaved, “Don’t leave marks... I have to go to dinner tomorrow to moms...”

He stopped abruptly, propping himself up above you and you were afraid that you had upset him, “You’re my wife now, honey. Your father gave you to me,” his hand snaking down your body, between your legs, he parted your moist lips, the pad of his fingers meeting your little pearl, “I can do whatever I want with you,” he reminded you, pushing a finger into you, “This cunt is mine now, got it?”

“Yess...” you whined as you squirmed under him, the invasion of his finger inside you too alien to your body.

“Which means you ask for permission before you touch yourself, or better yet, don’t touch yourself because that’s my job,” he stated.

“Have you ever made yourself come?” he asked, trailing soft kisses down your body till he settled between your legs, moving the strong of the thing to the side so he could get a better look at your virgin pussy, adding another finger inside you, your snug walls clinging to his digits, “You’re so fucking small. Can barely fit my finger. How will you take my cock,” he teased.

He’d make you take it.

You whimpered at the sting of it, “I’ll try, daddy...” throwing your head back as you massaged your breast.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking down at him when he stopped his ministrations, “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” he quirked a brow. “Do you realise what you just called me?”

You simply shook your head because you hadn’t really called him anything, “Andy?”

“No,” he huffed, “You called me daddy, honey.”

You gasped, you didn’t mean to say it out loud! “No...” you shook you head from side to side, trying to pull away from his fingers still knuckle deep inside you, “It can’t be!”

“Oh, but you did,” he laughed, “And you’re gonna say it again. In fact, from now on, when it’s just the two of us that’s the only thing that you will call me. Unless you wanna get punished...”

“Okay...” you said, still a bit unsure of it all.

You had always called him ‘daddy’ in your fantasies. It was maybe a bit expected for it to slip out like that but still so embarrassing. You said it again just to make sure that he actually wanted you to call him that and wasn’t just teasing you.

“Good girl,” he winked, latching his mouth around your clit, fucking you with his fingers as he kept sucking.

“Daddy...” you whined, biting on your hand to muffle some of your noises, a knot building up in the pit of your stomach, “Don’t stop, please!”

You gushed over his mouth, he lapped it all up, making sure nothing went to waste.

“You did good, honey,” he said, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard glistening with your juices. He rolled your thong down your thick thighs, “You wear this to dinner tomorrow,” he told you. “Since I’m going to be a real husband from now on I pick out what you wear.”

All so he could see you in those pretty flowy dresses you wear sometimes, but you didn’t need to know that.

He hastily pushed his sweats and briefs past his hips, throwing them off the bed before pulling his t-shirt over his head.

You bit your lip at just the sight of him. His shoulders so broad, chest so wide, dark hair dusted all over his chest, you just knew then that all those hours he spent at the gym paid off, you knew he’d be ripped.

But you absolutely did not expect, someone as uptight as him to have numerous tattoos all over his torso.

Something inscribed in Sanskrit on his chest that you didn’t really understand... the logo of your family’s mob on just under his pectoral.

You sat up to get a better look at them, tracing a skull on his bicep that looked much less sophisticated than the others, the lines a bit scribbly, it was already fading.

“That’s the first one,” he interrupted you, “I was a kid back then, got my foster brother to do it.”

You pressed a kiss over it, “I love it.”

His blue eyes beamed at you, he was so beautiful...

“Now for your gift...” he circled your wrist bringing it down to his pelvis.

“Hm?” you looked down, tears brimming up in your eyes as you saw your name written on just beside his hipbone, next to his hard cock, standing tall against his stomach. In a small heart, dark ink against his pale skin, “When did you get it done?” you sniffles, touching his skin to feel the texture of the tattoo.

“A few weeks ago. I just... I’ve never belonged to anyone. Never had a family of my own. But now I have you, and you have me, I’m just as much yours as you’re mine,” he confessed, finally feeling the weight of it lifted off his shoulders. You were a blessing in disguise.

“I love you,” you beamed up at him.

“I love you too, doll, now come on,” he pushed you till you were on your back, “Daddy’s waited long enough. Can’t wiat to fill you up, make you mine.”

He planted a hand on the mattress, so he could see what he was doing to your virgin cunt, look at you and her, as he defiles you and makes you a woman, his thick manhood nudging your glistening lips as he eased into you, he felt you stretching around him, your face twisted in pain as you begged him to go easy on you, he halted when he felt your barrier.

He looked up at your pretty face, sparkling with his spend and your tears, your sweet little whimpers filled the room, he stayed still for a moment to let you get used to him, he knew he should take it easy.

His wife was a delicate, fragile, sweet little girl. He should be more gentle. A better husband and man would be. But he had his whole life to become a good man for you, tonight he just wanted to take what was rightfully his.

Letting out a deep, almost animalistic growl, piercing through your seal, your innocence till you were screeching, your nails drawing blood from the sides of his thighs.

“It hurts!” you screamed.

“It’ll only hurt for a little bit, doll. Just ride through it,” he cooed, stroking your sensitive clit to draw your attention away from the pain, he withdrew his hips before snapping them back till he was deep within your womb.

“You’re so snug, honey,” he grunted, not letting up his pace as he kept fucking into you,

A proud smirk gracing his face as he looked down to see himself covered in blood, a sticky mess of both your bodily fluids where your sexes were joined. His dick somehow grew harder inside you knowing how he took something from you that you’ll never be able to give someone else.

Slowly your crying and whining was subsiding as you got used to have him inside you, but he wanted to hear you scream for him in a different way. “Don’t you want to make your husband, no, your daddy happy, honey?” He asked, each word punctuated with a deep, harsh thrust into you.

You nodded, willing your tears away, cringing when you saw his crotch covered in your blood, “Yes I do, daddy. What do I do?”

“Your cute dumb brain always needs to be told what to do,” he chuckled, moving closer to you he circled his palms around your wrists, pinning them above you, “Wrap your legs around me.”

You followed along, wrapping your legs around his hips and hooking them together on his back. Closing your eyes when you felt your body seizing up, your pussy pulsating around his length when you felt the familiar feeling creep up on you.

“Look at me!” he barked and you immediately opened your eyes, “You look at me when I fuck you.”

You gulped and dared not close your eyes again. Even as you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching around his length. His face was scrunched up, his neck, face and chest flush as he chased his own release till you felt his warm release coating your walls.

He collapsed above you, panting beside you he kissed your hair, “You liked that, babygirl?”

You let out a meek little yes. Feeling empty and void of his warmth and hardness when he pulled out of you before settling next to you.

“But...” you trailed off. Not finding it in you to bare yourself to him like that just yet.

“But what?” he whipped his head to look at you.

“But I’m sorry if I wasn’t very good!” Since you had simple laid there and took whatever he gave you. You had heard that men don’t like that...

“Don’t worry, honey, you were absolutely perfect,” he sighed. “You’ll get even better with practice, we’re gonna practice a lot from now on.”

You tried to cover your breasts up with the comforter, still awkward about being stark naked right next to a man, a man who looked as good as like Andy, but he swatted at your hands, reprimanding you and telling you to stay still and let him look at you to his hearts content.

Soon you felt your cunt throbbing back up again, still so raw from the loving Andy gave it, you tried rubbing your legs together to ease it a little bit.

“It still hurts?” Andy asked as you nodded.

He snaked a hand between your legs, massaging your little nub and your lips, tutting when you tried to pull away from his touch, “Shh I’m trying to make it hurt less.”

He hummed when he saw his seed leak out of you, pushing a finger in you, much to your displeasure, to keep it inside you, where it belonged.

He would make you go on some form of birth control as soon as he could. While the idea of you all round and plump with his kid was more than appealing, he didn’t want to share you with anyone else just yet. You were young, he had plenty of years to breed you.

“You’d make a good mother,” he wondered out loud.

“Hm?” you blinked at him. Squirming from the torture he was yielding on your overworked sex. His lips curled up in a twisted smile as he pulled his fingers out of you, wiping your blood on your soft nipples, painting them crimson as you shivered.

You looked at his cock, hard again against his stomach. “Does it hurt?” you asked, your hands twitching to touch it again.

“Yes, it does. Do you wanna help me get rid of the pain?”

“Mm... can I use my mouth again? I’m sore...”

“It’s okay, honey, you’ll get used to it,” he promised, grabbing your hips and pulling you on top of him, your palms pressed into his abdomen as you looked so wrecked, “Guide me in,” he ordered.

You shook your head which earned you a harsh slap on your ass so you held onto the base of his cock, parting your intimate lips, before slowly sinking down on him.

You sighed as you settled, sitting on top of him with his cock nestled inside you, so full and strangely satisfied, his warmth soothing your aching walls, he spanked you again to remind you to move, so you started bouncing on top of him the best you could.

His hand groped at your bouncing titts before he wrapped a hand around your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure as you whimpered and cried, just to remind you who’s in charge, not that you’d forget anytime soon.

His only regret was that he hadn’t done this sooner. He was an idiot to ever resist an angel like you. He’ll have to do a lot to make up for lost time.

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Girl. LISTEN!!!! I recently found your blog through IBYBS and, omg???? It is one of the best fics I've read! I am OBSESSED. ANYWAY, I was wondering if you could give any insights on this line in part two (from Will!) that has been playing through my head since I read it: “Hey, I know you’re not really looking forward to seeing your family, but have a good time anyway, alright? Ben is really excited you invited him to come.” !!! Tell me, What does Will know? What has Benny said?

hi wow HI!?!? ANON, please. You're gonna make me cry over here. I've put so much of my heart and soul into working on IBYBS, so hearing that means the world to me. Honestly, starting this project was a very self-indulgent endeavour, because I know the pool of Benny fans isn't that large/active. I'm writing this simply because Benny's one of my favourite characters I've ever written for, and I want to type alll the words about him till my fingers fall off.

So every single reaction to this fic, hearing that people are actually enjoying it, makes my heart explode lol.

On to your question (WHICH I LOVE, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING!)

Sleepover Saturday!

Right now, Santi, Frankie, and Will are all kind of in the dark. They only know what they’ve come to assume based on their own observations. As Santi so kindly mentioned at the bonfire (with full intentions of riling Benny up), it was no secret that Benny used to get around, and he wasn’t shy about it in the least. However, after he met our lovely reader, his priorities changed big time. And everyone noticed. 

Will is hyper-observant, and he can read his little brother like a book—this man can see Benny’s heart eyes from a mile away. He’s been quietly shipping Benny and reader since day one, but Benny has never given him anything even vaguely resembling a straight answer when Will has deigned to casually ask what is (or isn’t) going on between them.  

(Also full disclosure, we’ll be diving into Benny’s POV eventually to get a much better understanding of where his head has been at this whole time. AND Benny and Will are going to have an incredibly important conversation in particular on the morning of Will and Emelie’s wedding, which I’ve been excited about since I first started working on this story.)

Anywho, Will’s been very busy with his own love life, so he’s been a casual observer letting things between Benny and reader just play out without interfering. After reader invited Benny to come with her to New York, Benny absolutely didn’t shut up about it for the next week whenever he was with the guys. Of course, the reasons that he voiced for being excited were far less ~revealing~ than what was actually going on in his head, but Will could immediately read between the lines for all the things he wasn’t saying (like how much it meant to Benny that she trusted him to be there for her). 

So when Will said that to her, he wanted to find a casual, roundabout way of saying that the trip was important to Benny, and he was essentially hinting that he was hoping their little fake dating ruse would help bring some other feelings to the surface.