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SUMMARY: Is it hard being married to the most influential man in America? You most certainly think it is. — Steve Rogers: Captain America, the heart of his nation, the soul of his country. After returning home from a particularly bad day at work, Steve finally snaps, deciding you need re-educating on how to be the perfect housewife.

warnings: dubious consent ! (reader does consent but it can be interpreted otherwise) fingering, oral [m recieving] manhandling, — arguments, swearing, verbal insults, toxic ideas of marriage [nuclear family, gender roles] mentions of post-partum depression.

Some may say a clean home creates a clean mind. Others say, happy wife, happy life. Steve Rogers strives for both of these things.

Because in Steve Rogers' line of work, it's tiresome to return home to a messy house, a dissatisfied wife, and a crying baby. Exhausting is actually probably a better term. Constantly picking up dirty laundry which should've been thrown in the washing machine days beforehand, not managing to eat dinner because there is no dinner prepared for him, having to listen to a screeching baby which pierces his ears and makes his head throb.

It is hard. Steve Rogers has enough to deal with at work, what with saving the world and actually representing the entire nation of America as a whole. And you? His cute little suburban housewife, who he slaves around for at his job just so he can shroud you in bliss and heaven? You just don't seem to get that. You cry and wail over your position as a mother, saying that it’s too much to handle and that the workload is too much.

The fucking workload. By which, you mean doing the dishes and the laundry and occasionally cooking dinner. Meanwhile, Steve will come home from work, after fighting off actual terrorists and criminals, sometimes even aliens, to a home that is so messy it looks like it’s just been broken into. And he’ll try to be rational - argue that it is hard for you because you’re dealing with your son, and that you’re a first-time mom, and that James has inherited his dad’s serum which has made the four-month-old a stupidly advanced little shit. And Steve does admit this - your son is very good at pushing buttons and misbehaving and throwing tantrums, but that’s what kids do. You knew this. But still, he'll try to be rational - because you're perfect in every other way and it must be so hard to manage this, but then also...

...It shouldn’t be that hard to stay on top of things. And then, when Steve will come home and try to rest - when he drops on the sofa tiredly, unable to hold back the temptation to succumb to hours of missed sleep, you’ll call over to him: “Stevie, can you put food in the oven? I forgot," with no apology! - Hell, no genuine sincerity either! Yet, like the good husband he is, he'll do it - no questions asked, and then you'll follow up with, "oh, and stick the washing machine on, please! And maybe the dishwasher too, whilst you’re at it?”

He'll do all of it. He won't even say a word. Won't mutter a complaint. Then you'll both sit in silence as you eat, not even a "oh, how was your day, Steve?" or a kiss on the cheek. Two seperate showers, two separate bedtime routines - the only time the two of you really talk is when you both put James to bed, but then, what? You'll drag yourself to your bedroom, and Steve will put his hands on your bare thighs needily, his cock so hard in his pants it actually hurts, only for to waft him away and say you're tired and need sleep? Only for him to wait until you're breathing softly next to him to go on his phone and look at the photos of you he has saved when you're bare and naked, sultry and ready for him?

God, what has happened to him? Is this what fatherhood is?

Steve can deal with all of this. He thinks you're depressed - he's pretty sure of it, actually. Post-partum depression is what they call it. He's asked you to see a doctor - no, has begged you to, but to no avail. So he sits and watches as you cry and stress, soothing you at every possible opportunity, only to have his head bit off for doing so.

Today has been rough. So rough that Steve’s actually pondered whether coming home would be more beneficial to him than drinking his sorrows away at a bar, despite the unbelievable curse that he can’t get drunk. He decides the former – you might need him, and he's hoping that you're going to put a pip in his step. There's no-one he needs more when he's down than you. And he's sure it will be fine, because a happy wife allows for a happy life!

Right?

Wrong. Steve pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out an exasperated sigh as he gazes over his living room. It is a state, and he's wondering how it looks exactly like an actual bomb has gone off. No. It looks worse - there’s shit everywhere. Toys and baby clothes and an open pack of clean diapers lay scattered around the living room floor, and he’s almost certain there’s apple sauce on the white rug that he spent $5,000 fucking dollars on.

“Sweetheart, what is this?” It genuinely feels like Steve’s heart is about to be pulled out of his chest. Like someone’s actually ripping their hands into him and scratching away at his heart like a deranged psychopath. Is disappointed even the word? Is angry better? “What the hell is on this rug?”

When you appear from the kitchen, running out wildly, hand movements frantic in concern, Steve genuinely winces. You look a mess - exhausted, worrisome, and on the brink of collapse. When Steve always pictured coming home to you as his housewife, he’ll be honest, he never imagined this. “On the rug?” You wheeze, cursing softly as you graze a wet rag over the applesauce stain. “I have no idea. It isn’t - shit - it isn’t coming off.”

“It looks like applesauce. It - it doesn't matter,” Steve reassures, wrapping his hands around your shoulders. When you ignore him, rubbing harder at the stain, he repeats, “doll. It doesn’t matter. I’ll just - I’ll go and buy a new one.”

“No, Steve. We can’t afford a new one right now. I have to get this out.”

“What do you mean, we can’t afford one right now? Of course we can - just - Jesus, doll, stop it!”

The sudden reminder that Steve is much, much stronger than you suffocates you in a wave when he lifts you up by the underneath of your arms. You wail pathetically, defeatedly, dropping the damp rag on the rug, admitting that attempting to salvage it is a lost cause.

Silence prods at the air. When Steve finally lets go of you, he puts his hands on his hips and sniffs slightly. How the hell has he let this happen?

“Is dinner almost ready?” his voice sounds hoarse as he speaks, and he genuinely feels like he could cry when you answer,

“No.”

“Right. Okay.” A shaky breath slips past Steve’s lips, and his shaking hands find their way into your hair. He rubs your scalp softly, caringly, as one does to their partner if they’ve had a bad day - though he’s almost certain that his had been worse. “Is dinner even prepped, doll?”

When you shake your head in response, Steve shuts his eyes. He shuts them so hard he sees stars and he tries to wash away the frustration that threatens to bubble over like a tsunami wave. It’s impossible to hold back the annoyed sigh that slips past his lips, though - it’s so dramatically loud that your head snaps up, the corner of your eyes pricking with fresh tears.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He shrugs your concern away, peppering a gentle kiss on your head, hoping that you won't press on.

Of course, though, you do.

“What, Steve?”

“I haven’t said anything, doll.” He shakes shoulders slightly, trying to brush away the anger which flickers throughout his body.

Steve hates this. Despises how you gaze up at him with such ferocity - such anger, like he’s actually done something wrong. Your brows furrow together sharply, and you mutter, “you didn’t have to. Something is clearly bothering you.”

“Okay." Steve nods carefully, not wanting to overstep, not wanting to make you more frustrated than you are. "You’re right. Something... Something is bothering me.”

You huff from beneath him. Your cheeks flush a shade darker in frustration, and he can hear how your little heartbeat begins to quicken in your chest. You have the audacity to be frustrated right now? After this is what he comes home to?

Of course, you do. Because you've had a hard day. But his has definitely been fucking worse.

And his patience is running indefinitely thin.

“Yeah, and what is bothering you, Steve? Because I can’t do anything about it if you’re always going to go fucking radio-silent on me.”

Steve’s jaw twitches. He hates it when dames swear. Especially when that dame is you. “I’ve had a bad day at work, sweetheart. I really think it’s best we don’t do this today,” he warns sweetly, his hands coming to grip your shoulders reassuringly. You shrug off his touch, and Steve glares at you intensely. “Give it a rest, doll, please.”

“Me, give it a rest? You’re the one huffing and puffing like you’re the big bad wolf all of a sudden. Like you’ve had such a terrible day sitting around filling out paperwork whilst I’ve had to deal with your son-“

“Our son,” he corrects quickly, jaw clenched as he reaches out to grip your cheeks. “I really hope you’re not going to keep rambling on. It’s not going to go well for you if you do.”

Steve thinks his warning is enough for you to back down. You’ve defied him in the past. You’ve had a fiery attitude that has almost burnt ablaze before, and Steve blew it out as though it were a candlelight. You know what he’s capable of when he’s angry - know when you’re pushing his buttons too much.

"There's no point. If I do, you won't listen to me anyway."

"I do listen."

"You don't." Your voice strains slightly as you cross your arms over your chest, looking up at your husband, blissfully unaware of just how quickly he's tiring of this conversation. "If you listened you'd be here a little bit more rather than at work all of the time."

"I can't exactly take a vacation from saving the world, doll. Just - let's just drop this, okay? I don't want to get into this anymore. You're not going to like where this goes."

"Of course, you don't want to get into it! You never do."

Your little hands waft at Steve's chest, flapping at him softly. And he tries to keep his cool as you rant - he really does, but he is so tired and he's had just such an awful day that he can't help it. When did you both discuss the boundaries of your relationship, again? Four years ago now, Steve's sure of it. And he hasn't had to be harsh with you in years - hasn't really had the heart to be mean to you at all, in fact...

... but when you're acting like this, he thinks he needs to blow out that annoying, fiery spark you're blazing.

"Jesus fucking Christ, doll, you really don't know how to shut the hell up, do you? You think Bucky or Sam would let you run your mouth like this?" Steve seethes suddenly, his body pressing against yours. It happens in one quick motion - first of all you're standing below him, pressing your finger into his chest and complaining about his working hours, and the next you're thrown over his lap, thrashing around like a bird, trying to slip out of his touch.

It just so happens that Steve is so, so much stronger than you. And he hasn't been this hard in weeks - God, he hasn't touched you this much in weeks, you've both been so... busy. Perhaps that's why you're acting up - perhaps he just needs to show you your place again as his subordinate and your flame will dull, smothered by his love.

"Get off of me, Steve! Get off!" You wail awkwardly as Steve pushes the band of your sweatpants past your ass. It makes your body flood with warmth as his fingers skim against your panties gently, the touch sending shockwaves throughout your body.

"You've been so wrapped up in this make-shift hell of yours that you've forgotten about the most important thing in your life," Steve says, pinching the inside of your thighs, making you squeak. "Me. Remind me, again, doll - what is a wife's duty?"

You flinch as he brings a hand up to smooth down your hair. It feels like you're a newlywed again and you've just burnt the lasagna after Steve's had an excruciating day training rookies at the Avengers Tower. When was the last time you had been punished?

Gosh, you couldn't even remember. You'd been so good. So obedient - the perfect little housewife, which Steve had molded you into carefully. When was the last time you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek? When was the last time you'd sunk to your knees after he'd had a bad day and served him like a good wife should? You'd grown too comfortable in defying him - grown too oblivious to who he actually is.

He's Captain America. He's your husband. He's the most important man in your life - right next to James.

And you'd been neglecting him.

"What is a wife's duty?" He repeats cooly, his tone like ice. It makes you feel frostbit - warm but numb at the same time.

"To take care of the home."

"And?"

"... to serve her husband?"

Steve sighs, exasperated. He pinches your thigh again, to which you grumble in discontent. "So you do know. You just choose to forget, day in and day out."

Steven Grant Rogers is a nice man. The best man you could've ever asked for. Charming, doting - forever showering you with compliments and extravagant gifts. He has never expected anything of you, except your complete and utter submission to him. Stege has only ever wanted you to be a loving, doting partner to him, to which he vowed to be the same.

"I haven’t… chosen to forget," you try to justify, a broken mewl slipping past your lips as Steve's fingers run up and down your clothed pussy. "It's just - it's been hard, with James, and everything."

“And you think it’s been easy for me? Easy coming home to a messy home and an upset wife?” Steve asks, pushing the band of your panties aside. A soft gasp passes your lips as he pushes one digit into you, and warmth succumbs your body in response. “I’ve only expected one thing from you, sweetheart. I think you need to learn how to please me again.”

You should learn. You need to - need to be re-educated on how to be his perfect wife. Again. Steve’s eyes rake over the living room once again, and he tuts, sliding another finger inside of you. It’s heavenly how your body arches - how your skin pricks with goosebumps as he slowly moves his fingers in a ‘come forth’ motion, as you mewl beneath him - every bit of fight pooling out of you, the light from your fire beginning to flicker out.

“A good wife never neglects her husband." Steve’s voice is cool, and your eyes flutter shut in response. He hasn’t made you feel like this in so long - you’ve practically been celibate, and the feeling of his fingers pressing lovingly on that little spongy spot inside of your pussy makes your knees feel weak. Your stomach grows warm with lust and your pussy slick with arousal when Steve’s other hand grips your ass harshly. “Or have you forgotten that?”

“Never. I’d - ah - I’d never forget that."

"Then why haven't you been taking care of me, doll?" He coos, so sickly-sweet it makes your stomach churn.

God, he takes care of you so good, and here you are neglecting him. Warmth pools at the bottom of your stomach and you begin to feel hot flashes throughout your bodies as he keeps curling his fingers inside of you - the sound of your slick bouncing off of the living room walls.

"I've been trying," you whine pitifully, shuffling as he speeds his fingers up, caressing you just perfectly. Just how you like it.

"Trying, huh?" And just as you're about to cum, he stops. "Trying isn't good enough."

"Steve!"

The blond stares down at you with a painfully unreadable expression. His face is so blank it actually sends shivers throughout you, and he taps the side of your cheek softly. "You know what to do when you've been bad, don't you?"

Steve's voice is an octave lower. Subtle fear pricks at the back of your head as you nuzzle your head in his crotch - embarrassed at the feeling of his bulge pressing against you. He's just as desperate as you for this - maybe more, but he's not going to let you go down without apologising to him first.

In his eyes, you've put him through hell. Unhappy wife, unhappy life.

You remove his cock from his boxers swiftly. You pout at the sight of it - thick angry and red - before licking a soft stripe up his tip. Steve's length is so pretty - complimentary to the man himself. Slick with his own precum, you hum, wondering how you ever went so long without it. But before you could even think, even comprehend how you went without such luxury for so long, Steve's big hand wraps around the back of your head and forces you down onto his cock.

To begin with, you thrash and gag. Steve is huge and he's always taken some time to get well-adjusted to, and your throat is nowhere near wet enough to take him all in... yet, but he doesn't care. Steve's tired of waiting - he's practically huffing as he pushes your head up and down using one of his hands, grunting as your throat tightens around his cock. He wishes you were kneeling in front of him so he could see your teary eyes, and he knows they're teary because you sob like a baby when he uses you like this.

It's hsi right to do that, though. He's your husband, your saviour - quite literally your Prince Charming. He's been so good to you, so patient, and so accepting of your need for time and adjustment, because James is quite literally a whirlwind. But he's also tired - he's Captain America, America's Saviour, and a father to one.

He just needs some relief. He just needs his cock sucked.

So, yeah, no more teasing - no more thrashing, either, Steve decides as he holds your body in place and opts to thrust up into your mouth. And it's a much better choice, gives him easier access, and you gasp against him as he thrusts his hips up into you, a drawly groan climbing from his throat as he does so. Your mouth is so, so, so fucking wet and your lips wrap perfectly around his cock. The only thing that can make this better is if - "oh Jesus Christ," Steve grumbles, - is if you move your tongue in time with his thrusts which you do!

It's like clockwork with Steve. After being with him for almost half a decade you know him so well that you know what he likes. Knows exactly what gets his cock to twitch. Your tongue runs over his veins and his cock begins to throb inside your mouth, his fingers curling in your hair.

"This is how a good wife treats her husband," Steve tells you, his teeth grinding together as he comes undone in your mouth. His cum paints your tongue beautifully, and you swallow the salty mixture eagerly.

As he pulls out of your mouth - making sure to smack his cock against your tongue a few times, he looks around the living room again. All feelings of anger has washed away, his cock is still hard and leaking against your mouth as he goes to reach for his phone, but as he does, you stop him.

"Hey! What about me?"

It's funny. Hilarious, actually, how you think your pretty little pout and teary eyes and high-pitched, whiny voice will entice him to give you a reward. But good girls get rewards, not bad ones - and you haven't really been good, have you?

"What do you mean, 'what about me'? You've had what you deserve."

"What?" His words feel like a smack in the face, and you cling to his plain white shirt pathetically. "You haven't let me cum yet, Steve, that's not fair."

It makes you feel embarrassed when he laughs at you. You shrink into yourself slightly, looking up at him with big doe-eyes. When you don't get it, Steve coos slightly, brushing a curl from your face. "Oh, my pretty little girl, you don't get it, do you?" And when you shake your head, Steve mumbles, "what is your duty as a wife?"

"To - to serve you, which I've done!"

"Yes, you have, doll. Incredibly well. What else?" He places a soft kiss on your head, lovingly, and you lull at the contact.

"To... to clean the home, and make sure it's cared for."

"And is it?" He says plainly. "No, it's - it's a shit-hole, honey, I can't sugar-coat it anymore. Your job as a housewife is to clean it up. Do you really think it's fair for me to get home from work and be forced to do this as well when this is your job? I've done my part."

When you think it over - well, no, it isn't really fair, because Steve works like a dog - slaves away for America and for you to have the life you've always dreamed of, and you've been... excepting him to clean up after your mess.

You feel slightly... shameful.

Steve reaches over to pinch your thigh again. "I promise though, doll, as soon as you're done cleaning this all up, I'll take you however you want to be taken."

You can't help the rush of excitement pool in your lower-belly. Steve swears he's never seen you get up so quick - you don't even bother putting your sweatpants back on, abandoning them completely and rushing around like a complete fool.

He watches you, content.

This is what life is supposed to be like.

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lillie98 · 27 days

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How to Save the World—Stranger Things 5

I’ve had some time to sleep on the episode titles and think about them, read theories, etc. and I now believe they might be real.

Hear me out: Stranger Things is all about cycles, parallels, tropes happening over and over again. The Duffers love taking a moment and repeating it in slightly different ways to prove a point. The story started with “The Vanishing of Will Byers” because we needed to place a small, innocent child in the center of our story, something to bring our character together and drive them to action. Well, that child is no longer in danger and our team is ripping apart at the seams. It’s almost like we need something similar to reunite everyone and drive them to action again.

Remember: The Duffers love parallels. Will’s disappearance brought his deeply fractured family together, uniting them for a common cause. It also brought Nancy and Jon together when their families needed them most. Now, the Byers are a united front, ready to tackle any monster that comes their way. They are the glorification of the avant-gard family. Now which family is struggling? The Wheelers. The perfect, All-American Nuclear Family: Mom, Dad, 3 kids, and a picket fence. They look perfect to the outside world, but behind closed doors, they are deeply struggling. They don’t communicate, the parents have no idea what’s happening in their children’s lives, and if they’re not careful, if they don’t come together and form a united front—they’re going to lose everything, potentially causing the end of the world. (Why? I haven’t gotten that far yet!)

Now, how do we inspire them to action? Maybe by taking the child who was born to save their crumbling marriage—the one has seen everything but, up until this point, been too young to contribute. Now, she’ll be the same age Will was when he disappeared and Mike and Will are the same age as Jon and Nancy. The Duffers are trying to illustrate the idea of “The Next Generation.” This evil, this Upside Down dimension is NEVER going to stop until someone from the Wheeler and Byers families breaks the cycle. Children will continue to vanish, the world will continue to crumble, until someone steps up and says ENOUGH. The Wheelers and Byers (parents and children) must step up and face their pasts in order to move forward.

The “Stranger Things” are not only LGBTQ+ matters, they are the skeletons we hide in the closet that literally eat us alive. They are the dark, festering parts of ourselves we don’t let anyone else see. The invisible cancers that slowly and silently kill us. Until we face them head on, until we bring them to the light, they will NEVER die. Stranger Things is about owning your past, facing your fears, and finding the light again.

So yes, Stranger Things will end with Will Byers making it home from Mike Wheeler’s house on November 6, 1983, but not in a time traveling way, in a finally letting go of that scared, pained little boy who thought the world was better off without him. It’s Mike accepting his sexuality and place in his family. His role as a leader. It’s Joyce accepting love from Hopper, who must accept that he is not actually cursed, but that sometimes, bad things happen to good people, even when they think they’re doing the right thing (Vietnam). it’s Karen and Ted falling in love again and fighting to save their family. It’s Eleven discovering that love, not anger, should fuel her powers. It’s mourning your stolen childhood while stepping into the version of yourself that child never got to be. It’s stopping the cycle and creating a better world for the Will Byers and Mike Wheelers and Jane Hoppers of tomorrow. THAT’S how you become a Hero.

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scintillyyy · 4 days

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can i say something. sometimes i actually do think that considering dana as tim's mom/his parent actually does immensely flatten the complexity of their relationship and try force it into unnecessary nuclear roles in a way to assume that her importance to him must be that of parent and child when in reality they can have a meaningful relationship and importance to each other without needing to be slotted into neat parent & child roles + it trends toward the tendency to see moms as replaceable beings in a child's life especially in comparison to how fathers are usually considered sacred and irreplaceable.

because dana and tim have a very interesting relationship in canon which they themselves define as explicitly Not parent & child several times (at the start of the jack and dana relationship, at their wedding, and the time tim specifically said that even though dana wasn't his mom, at some point she became more than just his dad's girlfriend, she became family to him). and dana is very supportive & kind to tim. she helps manage his relationship to jack sometimes. but she doesn't have to be his mom to do any of that & that's important!! because they can be family without her having to be his mom! she's not his mom just because she's standing in a woman shaped next to his dad! and the emphasis fandom puts on dana as tim's mom does trend towards this sometimes. dana was jack's girlfriend/wife for 20 years of comics & therefore filled the necessary role of "tim's mother figure" despite thr fact that the comics themselves & their relationship in them always presented as dana is jack's wife, dana is not tim's mom, dana and tim have a positive and important relationship despite that (and, might i say, is an excellent and kind presentation of the experience of gaining a new 20something year old as a stepmother when you're 14, where the stepmother in question is a good addition to the child's life & doesn't push the boundaries of her expected role in it). and when it does get flattened into "dana is tim's" mom, it does take away from the important ultimately chosen family aspect of it. it doesn't need to be defined or clear cut. they can just be dana and tim.

+ there is something in the way that fandom uncritically just accepts & also kind of pushes the status quo of a woman character being created to fill a hole/role left by another woman character with barely a consideration that the initial woman character was may be capable of leaving a potentially unfillable narrative impact on those she left behind after she dies. why does a child have to get a new mother after the old one dies, when there's not the same expectation that his father would need to be replaced in the same situation, that any man near his mother is automatically his dad now. like idk, if it had been janet who lived and she married devlin davenport and he became tim's stepfather, there'd probably be no insistence that he was tim's dad. but because dana is a woman, there's an insistence she has to be tim's mom despite canon saying that's not how they want to define their relationship. hell even compare the replacement of bruce as tim's dad after jack dies...the relationship is paternal and loving but still with the greatest respect to the spectre of the Dead Dad, whose loss will Forever be Enshrined and Bruce will be Tim's parent now out of Respect for Jack with all the Honor of a Man Taking Responsibility for his Friend's Son but despite this he will never be Jack, Jack has an Untouchable Place. (i know this is not always true in fanon, where they can't wait to replace parents with a shiny new dad, however. in canon, compare to the absolute lip service they paid janet before slotting dana into her empty narrative role & then she becomes a non-presence & the way that to fandom that automatically makes dana mom, even as she and tim are explicitly trying to define their relationship as non-paternal because dana still fills the missing mom role by virtue of being there). when you say dana is tim's mom, it doesn't just flatten the complexity, it also diminishes janet's ability to hold a sancrosanct Role from a narrative aspect as women are never allowed to do.

#dunno if this is worded well but #this is actually something i think canon did very well with tim + dana's relationship #in comparison to fandom's tendency to consider her tim's mom because she does fill a vaguely mom shaped role #like. idk. from a narrative standpoint she does represent the very easy replacability of female characters #and to lean into making her something she was not (tim's mom) due to what role she was perceived to have filled and replaced #does fall into the trend of women not being able to hold Unique and Special and Irreplaceable positions #and i'm not saying that stepmothers can't or shouldn't be moms that's categorically untrue #but that tim who had a mom that he was very sure of her role as his mom & one he did love & that he lost #most people in his position their mother is a fundamentally irreplaceable role & it should be treated as such

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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I love your content on here, it’s really great. You are one of my fave accounts on here rn. Anyway, how do you think homelander would be with his s/o’s parents? Especially with those really overbearing moms and then the dads that try to act like they don’t care but really adore their children (even if they’re grown).

I could see like the s/o’s mom asking them 100 questions making sure they are healthy and everything and then demanding to talk to Homelander to ask the

So I don’t remember exactly where I left off with the ask about homelander with his s/o’s parents, but I do have a general idea. If I’m remembering correctly I left off with saying something about the mom being kind of overbearing and the dad being one of those that tries to pretend like he doesn’t care but actually is really protective and caring with his children even when they are grown. Maybe the mom calls to talk to the s/o but somehow ends up talking to homelander and asking him a million questions and just checking in on him and everything. Or maybe they are over at the parents’ house for a family dinner and homelander ends up bonding with the dad over baseball or other stereotypical father/son bonding moments. I also think it would be funny to see how he handled a physically affectionate mom since our boy does terribly in that department, or when the s/o is getting another call from their parents and it like “jeez my mom/dad is calling again” and homelander is jumping at the opportunity to talk to the mom/dad and tell them all about his day like a little kid coming back from school and telling every detail of their day to their parents. Of course with these types of parents questions about marriage and grandbabies would probably get asked a lot

I feel like if homelander had an s/o that had parents that treated him like a son or even just filled that need for parental gratification and guidance he would be so much more attached to his s/o. Or if they broke up and Homelander had to process that losing his s/o would also mean losing their family (that would be a nightmare). I think in some cases it could possibly lead to Homelander trying to baby trap his s/o so they all have to be around him if the family wants to ever see the baby. Tbh I love the idea of Homelander healing his inner child and parental issues with the help of his s/o and their family. Anyway sorry for the huge ask and that it’s kind of all over the place😅

Can't stop laughing at the mental image of picking up your phone, and it's your mom, who immediately asks to talk to Homelander. You roll you eyes with a smile and offer him the phone, saying, "It's for you," even though you both know he heard it loud and clear for himself. He grabs the phone from you with a broad grin and says, "What's up, mom?" Because of course he started calling her mom almost immediately, and she's tickled pink by it.

Dad was a harder sell for sure, but Homelander is charismatic as fuck when he wants to be. He's programmed with an extensive back catalogue of Toxic Masculinity In America: Advanced Edition, and grumpy old boomers are his exact demographic.

Eventually Homelander is the one practically dragging you to family dinner every Sunday night. Your mom buys him a sweater, which naturally he puts on over top of his suit.

You never have the heart to say no when he wants to hang out with your family. At first you might have been a little worried that he wouldn't be interested in your family, he wasn't much a fan of your friends, or sharing you with them, but it's so obvious how badly he craves the American dream of a nuclear family.

Baby-trapping absolutely IS the next logical step. There's no way he can be at risk of losing you AND his new parents.

#don't ever apologize i love domestic homelander taking out his issues on unsuspecting families #him taking it WAY too personally when family night gets cancelled #sulking and frustrated #because he has so much pent up expectation and need for this #he's just an endless void of it #and goddamn it it's THEIR job to fill it now #homelander headcanons #homelander x reader #darling anon #ask and you shall receive

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dude, stop saying the succession characters "need therapy." they literally canonically have had therapy and therapy is not going to crack this particular cycle. it's the way that they are inextricably bound with capital 😔 these are not the typical nuclear family toxic patterns that we're all used to; every interaction is not just interpersonal but also about capitalism and maintaining their hierarchy! and "therapy" as we know it can't break that system b/c it's in service to the system.

if we got more glimpses into their therapy processes it would be almost redundant w/r/t the sopranos. like, yeah, tony's got issues because of his mom and his dad, but his biggest issue is that he's in the fucking mafia. the roys' biggest problem is that they run a racist news organization, and that's their sole inheritance and set roles since birth. they may "heal" smaller symptoms but these characters are trapped in the heart of the cause of it all

#succession #therapy may work for *you and i* to be able to process abuse and trauma #and be able to be 'productive members of society'#but that's the problem guys... they're literally 'the most productive' members of society 😔#kendall literally has 'a grief guy.'#they literally had a family therapy session on screen #if we got a dr melfi in here it would just make them feel a little bit better but the path of destruction would continue

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prowerprojects · 7 months

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Hey saw your post! Not sure if this counts as a prompt but I've had the idea that Sonic has jokingly said he meet tails when one day he fell on top of him while he stopped to perform a silly dance and Tails hates that joke (because in AOSTH that's how Sonic remembers it lmao)

Gosh, I love Aosth hehe ^-^ Thank you for the prompt!

If you think about it, Sonic and Tails could make up whatever stories about their first meeting they want since no one was around to prove them wrong, haha. Especially if they make up some elaborate backstories but their actual meeting was pretty mundane, comparatively. (Kind of like someone coming up with a bunch of stories about how they got a scar but they just fell off a bike)

Personally, I like to headcanon that the scene in Origins takes place in the middle of Tails's backstory from the Sonic 2 manulas, this specific scene is just the first time Sonic acknowledges Tails's presence. I just can't let go of the idea that Tails started to want to be like Sonic because he admired his attitude, not just because Sonic physically helped him. And the manual says that Tails has been following Sonic around for weeks, but Sonic pretended not to notice, just subtly keeping an eye of him. But of course he would drop the act when he saw that the kid was actually in trouble! And later on we get that iconic scene of Tails discovering the Tornado, which would be their first actual interaction. (It took them so long just to properly meet, huh)

And since you brought up aosth, I also want to mention something else. You know the iconic "mom, dad, and the picket fence" scene? I've actually seen quite a few people being confused on what it actually means (mostly because in fanfiction they try to explain the "picket fence" thing as a metaphor for something), so I'll try to explain. (Of course, if you deliberately try to reinterpret it in your own way, it's completely different, this is just for the people who are genuinely confused). The "picket fence" isn't a metaphor for anything, nor is Tails saying that he sees Sonic as a mom or a dad, actually, quite the opposite. The whole phrase "mom, dad, and the picket fence" is already used as a euphemism of sorts for "conventional/traditional/nuclear family". In the episode itself, Sonic first mentions the "mom, dad, and the picket fence" when he expresses disbelief at the fact that Tails would want to live with his biological mom and dad in a normal house. (Sonic is right to have this reaction, but Tails is kind of mad at him at this point plus he's a kid who's never met his parents and had just seemingly discovered that they didn't abandon him as a baby and were looking for him the whole time. There's a bit more context but I don't really feel like recapping the whole episode.)

So when Tails identifies Sonic as "mom, dad, and the picket fence", what he's actually saying is that he doesn't need a conventional family. He doesn't need a mom, a dad, or a house with a picket fence, because Sonic is all the family he needs no matter how unconventional it is, or how unconventional their lifestyle is (another big theme of the episode btw). Sometimes family is just two brothers who found each other when they didn't have anyone else. What's important is that they love and care about one another. And that's beautiful.

#tails #blue blur #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #project.txt #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic & tails #unbreakable bond #aosth #adventures of sonic the hedgehog #I should have been doing this on a Wednesday haha #project.ask #i got a few more prompts for this but I think I'm gonna have to answer them tomorrow I'm going to bed now. thanks guys <3

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sannylity · 9 months

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mmm glarb thinking about artistic director x prostitute au for the 100000000th time this week

considering the past success of all his shows and the attention she gained, mariana is well-off. meanwhile, charlie's a struggling college graduate who lives with his daughter juanaflippa, his friend wilbur, and wilbur's daughter tallulah. they are renting out a small house and its not the best but theyre staying there and its their casa :D

though mariana paid him well for his work on set, charlie has that sweet sweet student loan debt to pay off and hes also raising a child while helping raise another child, so he still does nights at las casualonas, though theyre less common then they used to be.

sure, charlie was the star of the show. sure, everyone in the cast and crew adored him. sure, mariana and him were in a romantic relationship. but he was always afraid to ask any of them for financial support, instead hiding his class status and finding excuses for the days where it was hard for him to move.

mariana didnt know much about charlies home life, be it in his childhood or in his current years. but she noticed how he lit up in shock at every gift, every meal, how he looked around in wonder each time he went to his house.

charlie met mariana's parents- they were very well off, kind but strict, with bright smiles on their faces as they asked him questions and listened intently to his answers, never a shred of judgement visible.

mariana would ask about meeting charlie's parents, to which he was always met with uncomfortable silence or straight up "no"s. but he eventually caved in, saying that his parents weren't in the same spot, so they'd need to visit them seperately.

first, they went to see his dad- mariana was very uncomfortable as she realized they were entering the police station, before they sat down at a booth, looking into the eyes of a man in an orange jumpsuit, scars dotting his face.

a few days later, they went to see his mom- they'd packed a nice picnic, and charlie excitedly brought the other man into the graveyard, sitting down beside a grave and chatting to it happily, leaving flowers for his mother.

needless to say, when they made it back to mariana's house, charlie got a tight hug and kisses across his scalp. he never realized, she never realized that neither of his parents could be considered "in the picture" anymore.

he grew up with two parents who love each other very much and an older sister- they were rich, they were a nuclear family, they were picture perfect.

so it was strange to see a n image of a man and a woman standing with five kids, all of them with fear lingering in their eyes, holding photographs of three more children.

-💫 (huh i popped off)

Yes, you did pop off!

And this AU definitely tackles a lot on their social status since Charlie worked as a sex worker while Mariana is a successful director.

I like the idea of Charlie still going to college and striving hard to finish his year. It makes his load so much heavier, that’s why he doesn’t have time for romance and relationships. All he knows is providing for himself and his daughter and that’s it.

So, when he ends up having a relationship with Mariana, a total curveball in his life, a risk he took. The difference in their social status is highlighted during the first time Mariana steps into Charlie’s home. Maybe a small studio with overpriced rent but it’s near Juana’s kindergarten and his college, so it’ll make do.

At some point, even Mariana tried convincing Charlie to move in with him, but Charlie sees it as a pity offer, so he rejects him. Like you mentioned, he doesn’t like people spending for him because his independence is all the control he has left in his life and he’s not about to let go of it over some rich guy who takes pity on him.

Little by little, Mariana manages to coax him into accepting small gifts, that he deserves flowers and chocolates and serenades. Soon, when Charlie becomes financially stable, when they resolve issues regarding self-worth and social statuses, they even move in together to a new place that they both pay for. They pay date nights alternately and Charlie even gives gifts back to Mariana.

Charlie opens up more regarding his past and Mariana accepts him wholeheartedly. They live happily ever after when money and status no longer becomes an issue.

They love unapologetically.

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beevean · 9 months

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Regarding that ask you got about the character ages, this obsession people have with them loops right back into highly disturbing territory not only due to shipping but also because everything needs to be nuclear 1970s style 2 parents and 1.8 children who are all siblings familiar relationships these days instead. Like, to bring up the example of Vector and Espio... personally I find the idea of a twenty year old being a DAD, a FATHER, not brothers but a clear dynamic of parent and child, to a sixteen year old far more disturbing than just shipping the two of them, aged up or ages undefined if that makes you feel more comfortable about it. Especially since nine out of ten times that sixteen year old is shown to be far more mature and on top of things than the twenty year old... why the hell does he need a dad? HE could be dad to both Vector and Charmy and personality-wise I could see that work out more!

True. It's the same logic that destroyed the trope of the found family: instead of being "this group of people are not related in any way but their relationship is close enough that they consider each other a loving family", now it's "this character is the mom, this character is the dad, this character is the brother...". Basically recreating the model of the nuclear family and shoving characters in every role regardless if they fit or not, because it's convenient.

Vector being Espio's dad makes zero sense. He's the leader of Team Chaotix, yes, but that doesn't make him a father figure. Hell, I'm not even sure Vector could be a father figure to Charmy! He's just not the type.

Vector and Espio are way too close in age, and the latter absolutely isn't the type that needs to be babysat. I actually like their dynamic as it is, on the surface it looks like Espio is the one with the braincell, but they're actually both smart and they notice different things. Also, I never got the feeling that the team leaders hold any actual authority over the others? Like, I don't think there's any power imbalance between Vector and Espio lol, if Espio ends up following Vector despite disagreeing with him it's just because Vector has a strong, brash personality :P

I wish people could simply say "I don't vibe with Vecpio" and leave it at that, instead of coming up with these excuses to pretend their dislike needs to be categorically respected.

#sonic the hedgehog

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seth-burroughs · 7 months

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yakou for the ask meme? (i also hate what the fandom has done to him so i trust your rc opinions. keep up the good work)

Thank you anon I'll do my best🙏

Yakou:

favorite thing about them

How he's a fucking loser but pulled off the most elaborate murder plan just to get revenge for his Dead Wife and stabbed Dr. Huesca not once but like three times and was fine with dying afterwards if it meant that bitch is gonna die too. And now he's stuck with him in the restricted area for an indefinite period. Oh well

Not my actual favourite thing about him (because I cannot choose man) but I really wanted to point it out because I don't see enough people talk about the sheer BLOODLUST that guy had in chapter 4 like holy shit good for him I think he should be allowed to kill murder & destroy whoever he wants

least favorite thing about them

Nothing comes to mind, I'd say he got underutilized but that's the case with most of the characters here tbh (mdarc feels kinda rushed 😔😔) and Yakou is not THAT bad compared to the peacekeepers it's like. It's fine!

favorite line

Can't really pick, probably the chat Yuma had with him in the prologue, but there are a lot

brOTP

Him and the NDA, but especially Yuma his best pal buddy bro ziomek morda mordeczka Yuma who never remembers to get the fucking groceries.

OTP

none tbh

nOTP

Uhhhhhhhh yakou/seth, yakou/yomi. honestly i'm not big on any Yakou ships can't imagine him in a healthy romantic relationship (viviakou toxic sludge is fine though)

random headcanon

Makes the best fucking spaghetti sauce you ever ate in your entire life. But he puts like an entire garlic in it and you can choke to death on the smell. Also he's a trans man. Usually I don't really hc male characters as trans men etc (rather I go the other way, like a canonically female character being a trans man, non-binary et cetera) but both he and Vivia fit the vibes so! Let's goooooo.

unpopular opinion

I HATE HATE HATE the common fandom hc of Yakou being a father figure to Yuma or the whole NDA or to any character. The vibes aren't aligning on that one, he's their extremely tired boss/acquaintance/pal/best pal that lets them do terrible things to his budget if they torment him hard enough. And also because I constantly see Yuma getting treated like a 12 year old, no guys he doesn't need an adult male role model and father figure, he needs his 6ft tall 1000+ years old death god gf back from the book and to explore his much more attractive rich and successfull perfect homunculus clone's body that'll fix him I believe.

Also: I'm all for NDA found family (even if we didn't get much of them from the actual game...) but please stop making them like. a nuclear mom dad and their beautiful two children family it doesn't have to conform to any rigid roles pleaseee sometimes you're found family and fuck each other it's FINE jeuss. I was about to say something but I'm having a real one right now qhat what I forgot what I typed I suggest you forget too.

Anyway him and Yuma play minecraft together they pull of the most complicated redstone mechanisms and once every few days his house gets burned down by Desuhiko who logs into Yuma's computer while he isn't looking. He always leaves behind a very visible trail of cheeto dust on the keyboard however Yuma would never snitch on the boy that makes him warrior cats pride pfps free of charge so he just tells Yakou it's a hacker

song i associate with them

Generic old songs on the radio. I don't have any

favorite picture of them

h-HELLO???

#that took a while. anon are you still here #mine #ask #rain code #yakou furio #ask game

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waitmyturtles · 1 year

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Okay! On the eve of the premiere of Our Skyy 2 x Bad Buddy, we finish out another Ohm Pawat series: Double Savage, episode 12 (finale) and series thoughts.

I was afraid of it happening, and I knew it was bound to happen. The contradiction held me in expected suspense, and I didn’t know how exactly it’d go down, with Korn’s dad/Dad Beng wanting Korn back into the dad’s life.

All week last week, I really felt like I was gonna tear New Siwaj apart if he let a redemption scene take place, but -- LIKELY because I have Bad Buddy so on the mind -- I’m actually feeling a little more complicated about this than I expected.

First: Dad Beng told Korn to stop apologizing. Dad Beng then APOLOGIZED. He saw how Korn had internalized all the superstition bullshit of being a jinx his entire life. I know a bunch of us wondered wtf Korn was apologizing for (cc @miscellar) but I think that I need to view this all from my understanding of what’s going on with this as an Asian, and how New Siwaj may have written this with Asian-ness/Asian culture in mind.

I wrote yesterday in a totally separate post about Bad Buddy, that I just don’t know as much as I should about patriarchy in Thai-Chinese culture. It’s clearly a thing. These dads are domineering and powerful AF.

What I DO know about is filial piety, and how filial piety dominates/haunts us Asian kids all our lives. I know at least for myself, despite my very best efforts to live an independent, Westernized, individualistic life, that the guilt I bear towards my birth/nuclear family, for not “being there” for them (like, literally living with them, as Korn’s family refers to “moving back home”), even while I have my own family and kids -- that guilt is always there. You are wanted there, in the birth home, to “be there” for the folks as much as you possibly can, because you were born in part to provide for the folks. I noted that in particular in the jail setting, when Dad/Mom/Li ask Korn to provide the money and supplies for the incarcerated Win. That would be Korn’s natural role as the middle/older brother.

I would really have liked to see Korn’s dad seriously get his, and to have Korn NOT forgive the dad. I would have really liked to see Pran’s and Pat’s families forgive each other and accept the boys as partners in the finale of Bad Buddy.

And I get that each of these finales touches upon a reality that’s more real for the Asian audiences watching these shows than for us in Western/Euro-centric societies. Dad Beng arguably already got his karma by getting sick and seeing his golden child in jail. One might say, maybe an auntie on WhatsApp -- hasn’t the man already gone through enough.

Because I hold all emotions as a human, and I get what’s going on in the Asian mindset of the writing of this show, I almost feel like it’s unfortunate that I GET WHAT’S HAPPENING in a show like this, because the angry part of my inner child DOESN’T WANT TO GET IT. And yet, I totally understood the relief that Korn showed when he finally got hugged by his dad. Damn it.

This whole show was about how families can get ripped apart at the seams (like in 10 Years Ticket) by superstitions, by pride and hubris, and also, literally, by fucking misplaced patriarchy in the culture unto which one is born. The ending of this show HAD to be the family being made whole again, even with Rung joining and not necessarily being clearly romantically linked with either brother -- because that linkage would have broken up the brotherly bond.

And the last thing I’ll say about Dad Beng is this: I bet that many in the Thai/Asian audiences would have actually felt that the dad ACTUALLY GOT HIS, besides the karma I mentioned before -- BECAUSE HE APOLOGIZED. I’m going to take a bet that many Asian viewers would have actually seen THE ACTUAL APOLOGY as a taking-down-a-notch of Dad Beng, a reduction of his patriarchal power.

BECAUSE. Well. Did we ever see Ming apologize for anything in Bad Buddy? No -- he was a stubborn fuck who only SLIGHTLY BEGAN to MAYBE soften a little as he sipped some scotch from his unaccepted son-in-law in Pran. But Ming wasn’t fucking gonna back down anytime soon, and Pat and Pran knew that, so they kept their relationship secret.

At least Dad Beng admitted he was a jackass and he was wrong. Now THAT’S FANTASY. For Asian audiences -- maybe THAT’S acceptable as a happy ending.

I did not expect this wrap-up to be so focused on Dad Beng, but you know me and family trauma, heh. Some quick other thoughts.

1) I’m glad Rung came back. And what up to Pea/Satang, MVP.

2) I am in LOVE with Toei. She nailed it this entire series.

3) I agree with @miscellar, I missed Korn’s ratty fits, but he DID clean up well.

4) I LOVE KIDS IN THESE SHOWS, LITTLE CUTIE 😭

5) Ohm and Perth. For real. That rooftop scene. These bros need to do more series together. I’m glad Double Savage performed well in the ratings, because they NEED to get cast together again. It was really good to see two actual homies throw down together on screen.

I know friends (@bengiyo, @shortpplfedup, hi hi) were so-so on this show, but I would surprisingly and probably recommend this to folks IF they were open to the interpretation that the ending is essentially a fantasy commentary against Thai-Chinese superstition and patriarchy. I know that I really need to learn a lot more about this culture, and I believe, from what I’m seeing on Thai Twitter, that Thai audiences was quite happy with what went down -- because the wholeness of the family unit ends up being a more important storytelling device than maybe what Western viewers (myself included, even as a kid of immigrants) would otherwise want to see. I think New Siwaj didn’t do us as dirty as I thought he would, because I think he ultimately honored that Asian lens.

#double savage #double savage the series #double savage meta #ohm pawat #perth tanapon #film rachanun #satang kittiphop #ohmperth #bad buddy meta #bad buddy

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I dont think people have asked this before, and I knows its pretty specific... but could you maybe do something with AK!riddler with a significant others parent that doesnt like him? Like its clear the mom/dad/brother/sister or whatever, doesnt approve of him and actively tries to make him look bad? But their significant other tells him they know their family members toxic view of him but they dont listen to them?

Disapproval

Arkhamverse Edward Nygma X Reader

I love this a lot omg 💝 I hope I did the request justice 🥹

CW family disputes, hints of abuse

The moment Edward was told about your family's curiosity about him, he was partly irked. Does he really need to meet them? But then again when you think about it, this certain step in a relationship is what one would call a leap. A big one at that, and he really does love you with all his heart (the one where others say he is lacking but no, it's only reserved for his one and only other lesser half) . And not to mention, how your parents would be stoked to see the smartest man in the world with their child! It wouldn't hurt to give your parents some sort of attention, why, everyone would be honoured to meet the Riddler! He supposes that it's because of you, and only you, would he go and meet about people who are, in his eyes, lesser than he is.

He's made his research, apart from your passing comments about your parents and siblings, from what he's heard you have a common familial relationship with them. That being fondness and distaste, well that's what he heard as a normal family interaction would be, not that he knows what it looks like but anyways-- your family couldn't be more normal, nuclear type of normal that is.

A family of five in a quiet neighborhood where you grew up into your lovely, precious current self. There was your mother who stayed at home to tend to you, your siblings and the house. Your father worked a boring office job coming home to his wife and three children, he wasn't all that emotionally close to any of his children, even suspecting of having an affair, passed away just three years ago. The eldest of the children is your sister, Lea, currently a journalist from Bludhaven. The second child is your brother Anthony, currently a kindergarten teacher at your hometown. You were the youngest, which had automatically made your older siblings hold their power over you with their age and yet they are naturally obligated to be protective of you.

In one instance made prominent to him, was when you recall your sister taking a defensive stance against your parents when you declined their career choices for you in college, as your parents would only pay for your education if you chose a certain lists of what they want for you. In the end, Lea, only a year in her career, had opted to answer to the financial needs of your first few semesters before your parents relented and helped Lea to pay for your college. As for your older brother, you always mentioned how he was always there for you, being by your side amid the tumultuous times wherein all you needed was an embrace.

Your family seems warm. Of course he feels no jitters when meeting them, he knows he is no common man to feel such a thing, why would he be nervous?

"My, look at you! Oh, my baby!" Your mother takes you in her arms, momentarily rendering you breathless before she turns her attention towards the very person she's been looking forward to meet.

So when the front door of your childhood home inevitably opens, he was faced by your mother, where he found hints of your features from her. She greeted you with welcoming arms, Edward catching a whiff of her sweet perfume. In more than one way, you were similar to your mother. How she let him in without much of a thought of his character, it was as if by nature she immediately knew that he isn't the sensationalised 'deranged lunatic obsessed with riddles and puzzles'.

"Y/N! It's so nice to see you again!" Anthony takes you in his arms, playfully ruffling your hair.

Upon entering the house, you were then greeted by your older brother, who, unlike your mother, froze in his tracks for a period of time.

"You must be Anthony. I've heard a lot about you." Your older brother snaps from his reverie when he realised the dark haired male holding his hand out.

"Good things, I hope..." Despite his anxiety, Anthony comes up with a response.

Edward didn't take notice the way Anthony froze, but he took note at how his hand shook within Edward's grip. And he was proud at the fact that he is still intimidating, why, they should thank you. If they weren't family, he wouldn't have thought twice about getting them killed to meet a goal. Just another name in a statistic. But anyways!

"Where's Lea?" You asked. Your eldest sister had always been a punctual nut, so it was weird to not see her front and center.

"Oh, caught up in traffic perhaps. You know her, she always bite off what she can't chew." Your mother dismissively waved her hand. "Now, Anthony could you please watch the cooking for me? I believe it's time to... Let this young man know who they're dating."

And so as Anthony tends to the kitchen, your mother has Edward to herself in the living room, with your various photo albums for him to show. You were glaring at Edward at the duration of it all, as he cockily smirked up at you and took a variety of pictures from your childhood and you couldn't do anything about it.

"And this was Y/N when they were in a play. What play was it again?" Your mother turns to you.

Simmering from embarrassment, you barely squeak out, "Romeo and Juliet, mom. I didn't even have a major role in it."

"Yes, but look at you! You were on stage!"

"I agree, Y/N. You look lovely." Edward agrees, smugly taking another picture for his blackmail collection.

"Edward..."

"Oh relax, calm yourself Y/N, it's just lighthearted." Your mother teases.

"Hey Y/N, can you help me here for a sec?" Anthony exclaims from the kitchen.

You sighed, sitting up and leaving your boyfriend and mother laughing amongst themselves and enter the kitchen to help your older brother... Well, he didn't seem to need much help, everything was settled there, the counters were clean, the dishes are washed and the food was just waiting to finish.

Without a prompt he pulls you by the wrist and walked you over a corner, where he repeatedly glanced over his shoulder and checked the volume of his voice.

"Anthony, what's--"

"Edward Nygma? As in, the Edward Nygma? The Riddler?" He spoke with such a rush you were almost sure he said that all in one breath.

"Yes, he is..." Your cheerful demeanor diminished when you realised how solemn Anthony was at the moment. "Why?"

"He's the Riddler, he's dangerous, how could you have not realised that?" There was a certain panic in his frantic voice, his grip still tight around your wrists. "Are you being held hostage? You can always tell me--"

"What? No! He's my boyfriend, he can never hurt me!"

"He's still a dangerous man and I'm worried about you!"

"I'm fine Anthony, he can never hurt me." You reassure, slipping from his clutch. Though there was a time you backhanded you across the face when you looked over his shoulder while he was working, but it was your fault because it was bothering him. If you don't do that again, he wouldn't hit you. At least you weren't being put out as a hostage for Batman to rescue.

"He's a the same guy who kidnapped journalists and Lea was one of them." Anthony's complexion paled with his unnerving and unneeded concern for you.

"That was before we were dating! He would never--"

"It doesn't matter! Why are you so damn stubborn?"

Despite the tension rising amongst you and your brother, you remain unheard from the living room.

"He would never hurt me. I promise..."

Anthony remain unconvinced, but he knew you wouldn't cave in that easily. Seeing as him asking for your assistance in the kitchen as a ruse, you return to the living room, where your mother and Edward were still going through old photographs.

Cooking was done, Anthony finally exits the kitchen to join the rest of you in the living room where he kept warily glancing over your boyfriend. So far, Edward was enjoying himself, why wouldn't he? Your mother has nothing but sweet to him and of course, Edward does love it when he's so effortless as establishing himself as a threat. And Anthony wasn't doing anything about it all, he just quivers in his corner like a helpless little dog.

Based on Anthony's reaction, you can only imagine how much of a hot mess it would be if your sister were to arrive. And she is a force that cannot be reckoned with, similar to that of your boyfriend's stubborn little head and sharp tongue. You wouldn't want to subject Edward under your sister, she knew him and does a dreadful job at keeping a filter in her vocabulary, she didn't know him the way you know him. Lea would spit fire at Edward with that tongue of hers.

After a long week after his defeat from Batman, this would be the first time you'd see him smile and with Lea's arrival, her blind distaste for people 'like' Edward, and her unabashed self... It won't go well for your boyfriend at all, he just wants to be happy for once, why can't they grant him this?

"And this is the three of them on Lea's graduation! Oh, I remember Lea was complaining about how her younger siblings are taller than her even when she's wearing heels."

"How tall is she, ma'am?" Edward asks your mother.

"Well this photo is five years ago hmm let me think... Oh I don't know, but she is now shorter than Y/N! It's fun to watch her pout when others are taller than her. If she sees you, she would be seething!"

Oh she'll be seething, alright.

"It's been lovely mom, but Edward and I will be on our way." You blurted out after thickly swallowing. It's best to retreat whilst Lea hasn't arrived yet.

"We are?" Edward raises a brow.

"But we haven't started dinner yet. Are you two heading off elsewhere?" Your mother asked.

"Yes." "No." There came the conflicting answers brought by the couple in unison, causing your mother and brother to look at you with furrowed brows.

You glanced over Edward, who seems to be confused of your sudden incline to get out of here. Weren't you who suggested to meet your family? Why, of all sudden, are you backing out? Now that he's enjoying himself?

"A-at your appointment with Doctor Crane, remember?" You stammered, your eyes wide looking over Edward.

His eyes squint at the slightest. Why the sudden eagerness to leave? "Yes, but didn't we discuss that we go tomorrow?"

"I-I don't think we did... Did we?"

"Yes, we certainly did."

"Oh how about this;" your mother butts in. "Since Lea is running late, how about we start dinner without her?"

Before you can protest, Edward answers without your input. "Of course, Mrs. L/N. That would be lovely."

By this, you were tense in your seat. Your brother's cooking was as good as you've always remembered, but you barely touched your food. The one time you tried to swallow it down you were met with the dread from the rampant thoughts about your sister's arrival and whatever hell she'll bring with her. Edward, who was seated beside you, has been confused at your sudden insistence to leave when he's having so much fun. Given, he requested you'd leave once he deemed it, but he doesn't want to leave. Not yet at least.

When you heard a vehicle stop by the driveway, you can only freeze in your seat. With no more time to run, you were settled to go down with a fight if ever it came to it. It would only be wishful thinking to be dreaming about Lea not opening her mouth about Edward.

"I'm here! Sorry I'm late." You heard Lea by the door, taking her shoes off and setting them aside.

"Lea! Come join us for dinner!" Your mother calls.

You can barely look over your shoulder when Lea had walked through the door. She pulls her seat beside Anthony, across Edward but then she noticed there were no plates in her place. She continues to talk even after standing up to fetch herself a plate from the kitchen.

"Gosh I am so sorry for my being late, I had to run something by the office first and traffic was atrocious. Apparently, Nightwing is on a chase with some bad guys. Chief was forcing me to get a coverage of the event but I booked it out before he can call me over."

She must not have noticed Edward yet, as she busily chatters. Lea eventually returned to the dining room and finally settled on her seat. She looks up at Edward, though she doesn't recognize him yet.

"You must be Y/N's boy-..." There it was, the terror in her countenance as she stared at your boyfriend.

Let's see... He's won the adoration of your mother, the terror from your brother. And from your sister... Recognition.

"Is this a fucking joke?" Lea looks over you. From the background, you hear your mother hiss at her for using profanities at the table. You meekly looked up at her, seeing her point at him. "You do know who he is, right?"

"This isn't a joke, I am dating your sibling--"

"Oh no I don't believe I asked you that question, Riddler." She returns the scowl he's given her, just as scathing and wrathful. "Y/N look at me, why are you dating him?"

"Lea! Please!" Your mother attempts to calm your older sister, holding on her wrist and attempting to pull her down to her seat.

"Mom, this man has done bad things! I was one of the people he kidnapped that one time!"

"We weren't dating at the time!" For the first time you looked up at her, eyes brimming with tears.

"As if that'd made a difference! Hey you, you remember me right? Or am I just one of the few hundreds whose lives you altered severely? One of the traps you made permanently paralysed a coworker of mine!"

Edward clutches a cutlery from under the table. Would it be bad if he were to silence her permanently? He is fucking right there and she talks as if he isn't right in front of her. He felt like a child all over again, listening to adults talking about him whilst all he can do was to clutch his hands and look down.

"Lea!" You yell as a desperate attempt to get her to shut up, whilst you squeeze Edward's hand from under the table.

"What? I thought you weren't convinced he is a dangerous man?" She mocks.

"He would never hurt me!"

"His records in Arkham says otherwise! He's a narcissistic bitch! He 'loves' you, sure, but I doubt that he wouldn't hurt you. You know I've been there." An abusive relationship for five years was what your sister endured. But you weren't enduring any battering from Edward at all, she wouldn't know what your relationship with him.

"You don't know him like I do!"

"I spent my days making reports about him and people like him! Dangerous people who are a threat to everyone whom they come in contact to and that inudes you regardless if he loves you or not!"

Like Anthony, you didn't want to further discuss this matter, especially when your sister refuses to back down and listen.

"This was a bad idea. We're leaving." Supressing a sob from the back of your throat, your message came out shaky. You stood from your seat, pulling Edward alongside you.

"Listen to me Y/N, I only want the best for you--"

"Oh my god, can you just please shut up for once?!"

Lea freezes in her tracks when you turned to yell at her. After that, your pace quicken and you no longer hear her attempting to have the last word, as she always does. And so you left your family back at your childhood home, leaving them stunned beyond their words.

The silence between you was deafening even after remove yourselves away from the tense situation back in your childhood home. You were particularly afraid to speak up, based on Edward's tensed countenance, only then did you notice him still clutching a knife in his hand and you figured to let him sit in silence whilst you drive away. The route back home to Gotham grew nearer, you took a glance over Edward on the passenger seat, who has somewhat cooled down.

"I'm sorry about my family. They shouldn't have talked to you that way. And I'm sorry for not defending you enough..." Warily glancing over him, he barely budged. You steady your breath with quivering jaws and you continue your statement. "I don't care about what they say, Edward... I know they're not true. They know nothing about us."

Still nothing. Even after you arrived, he makes an instant beeline for his workshop whilst you stayed in the car, steadying yourself. Your breathing continued with hurried huffs of air, tightly seeing your eyes shut in a poor attempt to stop yourself from crying.

Fuck, does he still even love you???

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #arkhamverse riddler x reader #riddlersbatsybat

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hello my dear mutual i cannot add it to the tournament now but what was the straightbait couple you would've submitted

Hello beloved mutual! It was Hardwon Surefoot and Moonshine Cybin aka HardShine from Not Another DND Podcast. They are some of the biggest straight bait I have ever seen. I technically haven’t finished the podcast yet (have 5 eps left) but, I know they don’t get together. However!!! There is SO much joking flirting between them and the chemistry is THERE. There are three things that stick out for me though. Two require a bit of context (so please pardon the rambling below lmao)

First, the one that doesn’t need much context, is just how the party’s relationship is structured. It’s Hardwon, Moonshine, and Beverly. Beverly is a 15/16 year old boyscout and pretty early on Moonshine and Hardwon step into parental roles for him as they travel. Not like full on mom and dad, but it’s *enough* and I’m not trying to enforce like a nuclear family view of found family at all (because that’s what they are) but idk just how they act as a tag team in keeping Bev’s goofs and antics under wraps really gets me

Next, there’s a part in the campaign where (due to dnd plane shifting and time dilation stuff) the party reunites with some old friends who have aged, like, 40 years since they last say them. These two have gotten married and have two kids. One is named Beverlin which is putting together the names of Beverly and his canonical boyfriend Erlin. The other is Moonwon, aka smashing together Hardwon and Moonshine (I fully believe this kid’s name would have been Hardshine aka their ship name if Beverly hadn’t already named his sword Hardshine after the two of them). Just, there’s something there with naming the kids after these two ships that makes me go a little crazy

Finally, the characters these guys parallel also have a romantic connection, probably reciprocal but at least canonically one sided. The conceit for this campaign is that the world was already saved by legendary heroes years ago. And as you go on you get to see how each character of our party members parallels one of these heroes. For Hardwon, his counterpart is Ulfgar and Moonshine’s is Alanis. Ulfgar is very clearly in love with Alanis when we see them interact and idk if anything comes of this for them (once again haven’t finished the podcast) but it’s just very reminiscent of Hardwon and Moonshine could be.

This is utter word vomit rn and probably makes NO sense but yeah basically….. HardShine is my non-canon straight ship of choice now lol. Thanks for letting me share, I have been rotating them in my mind with incoherent thoughts for a little bit now

#idk if I should tag this because I don’t think this has enough meat to it for it to be interesting to other fans ahahaha #I just won’t i guess lmao #ask

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WTNV quick rundown - 79 - Lost in the Mail

This episode was co-written by Zack Parsons.

Featuring the guest voice of Aliee Chan as Basimah Bashara.

We brought something back with us. Something we cannot escape. Memories of a great vacation to deepest space! And the merciless Distant Prince. Welcome to Night Vale.

This episode is about the Remembrance Day for those who will, a thousand years from now, presumably die in the Blood Space War. The fight is said to be against some kind of dangerous idea. Time between those recruited and those in NV is vastly different due to how time travels across space, or something.

People are invited to tell stories on air about their experiences/memories. Citizens called Black Dauphin and Sara Bismuth are briefly mentioned, but we get to hear the full story of Basimah Bashara.

Basimah is a junior in high school. Her father, Fakhir Bashara, was recruited to the Blood Space War when she was six. She hasn't grown wings like the cheerleaders, but she fits in. She's in an all-girl thrash band called Mizz Fits where she plays guitar. She's good at English and Science but not Maths because she stopped paying attention. She's a lesbian and has a girlfriend. She's wears her hijab to mosque but rarely to school. She had a pet snail. She has a large family so she still feels loved even without her dad but does miss him.

She receives a message from her dad once a year around her birthday. To him it's like only a eleven days or so have passed whilst for her it's been most of her life. Basimah laments that she can't properly communicate with her dad, because he still thinks she's a kid. He talks about her and her various milestones of her life which have already happened as if they're going to happen in the future. This makes it feel like he's talking about somebody completely different and not her.

Basimah talks about the families of the other Mizz Fit members. Clara is in a nuclear family straight from the 1950s, but, like, literally from the 1950s even as she lives her life in 2015. Nisha has a council of fathers. Jacquelyn's mom is a spider.

Towards the end of the episode, Basimah says she wishes her dad had never left. It ends with her calling out happy and tearful for her dad, hinting that he has come back/is visiting.

Weather: "Sharon" by Good San Juan

Earlier in the episode, it is mentioned that an emissary from the blood space war which is the only being to return from it and was imprisoned in a pit has been released. It's helmet contains a void and it talks about the war being meaningless and how it needs to end but only by whistling. This is hinted to be the same person who goes to see Basimah later, so is Fakhir returned from the war. Or she is interpreting it as her father. Who knows.

The emissary also tries to tell Cecil about the pointlessness of the war and the nature of unreality. During this exchange, Cecil says he has seven senses.

Cecil says at the end of the episode that the tapes from Basimah are three days old, whilst the emissary was only released on that day, so he has no idea how the emissary was both there and here. He also says that rememberance day is over at 12:01, am or pm unsure.

Stay tuned next for events that will or will not happen, in the order that they may or may not occur. And from the present as I am currently experiencing it, good night, Night Vale. Good night.

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #wtnv quick rundown #wtnv ep 79

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Cherry bomb - Murray Bauman x reader

You obsessively checked your bus schedule. Even though you had practically had the Greyhound timetables memorized, you still had to look at them. If you missed it, there was no way to get to your destination on time. After all, the saying was that all roads lead back to Rome, not to Indiana. Well, somehow your road returned you to your parents house in Hawkins. You did your best to be apart from them. When people at your university asked you why, you listed off the usual need for freedom. There was no point in trying to explain how your small town was suffocating you, with its sameness. So when the only job you managed to land was in Hawkins, you began questioning all your choices. Only if you studied harder, had a better CV, or simply applied to more jobs, you'd be in a different predicament. Only thinking about all that was giving you a headache, so you went to the bathroom, splashed some water on your face and took an Advil. That's how you boarded your bus and slept through your entire 4-hour journey.

Of course, at the Hawkins stop, your parents were already waiting for you. Your dad carried your bag to the car, and your mom showered you with questions throughout the entire ride home. You ate dinner with them. Noted how it was good to be back. Faked a few yawns and said you were gonna have an early night after your long journey. In actuality, you stayed up until you could hear the heavy snores coming from your parents bedroom. That was your cue to sneak out, tiptoeing to the front door. So, there you were, in your pajamas, behind your next door neighbor's house. The lot had always been abandoned, in a shabby condition after the original owner had left. It was never sold, never offered to renters, so that's what made it a perfect hideout. That's why you always visited it and stashed a couple of things during your every visit. You were sure you had hid it all under a loose floorboard on the back patio and then someone shone a flashlight right at you. A male voice said :

''My, my, what a pretty deer I've caught. If it's looking for that bottle of vodka, it's long gone, I found it on my 2nd day here. I also condemn underage drinking, so you can get off my lawn.''

''Please, turn that off and I'll explain everything.'' you replied. To your surprise, he obliged. All you could do was to apologize obsessively, tell him you lived next door (bad move), and telling him how you used to come here all the time. Maybe your new neighbor just wanted to sleep because all he said back was a punchy joke how ''he finally wasn't the only weirdo in the neighborhood'' and to ''go home and get some sleep, kiddo''. And despite the weirdness of the night, you went home and did just that.

The next day, you were up bright and early, despite it being a Saturday. You were raiding the pantry when your mom walked in with grocery bags. With a ''you're up early'' and a ''come here'' motion, you were stacking your shelves and filling your fridge, your suburban nightmare. You were just about to rip open a box of cookies when she lightly slapped your hand away. Giving a confused look, you soon received your explanation.

''You see, honey we have a new neighbor. He just moved here a week ago, and I haven't gotten to welcoming him. So we should bring him these.'' your mother said motioning to the plate of cookies.

''These are store bought'' you deadpanned. As if to change that, she put them in the microwave for a few seconds, muttering about how you basically can't tell the difference. ''What he doesn't know won't hurt him'' she added and scolded you for almost spilling the milk you were chugging. So within a few minutes, your mom was ringing the doorbell of the strange man, whose property you had trespassed on. You were by her side, to showcase two thirds of your nuclear family. Finally, the door was open, and your mom started her ''speech''

''Hi, we're your next door neighbors. We decided to bring you these, as a little welcome gift.'' she finished and thrust the plate forward.

The man, which you were looking up and down, took it and outstretched his hand for a handshake. While you were focusing on how soft his touch felt, he said.

''Thank you. I'm Murray Bauman. I work for the Holland family, helping them find their daughter, Barb.''

''Such a tragedy.'' your mom muttered and you nodded solemnly.

''Actually miss, could you stay behind so I could ask you a few questions. It'll only take a few minutes. '' he reassured and you stepped in, while your mom eyed you, yet still walked away. To Murray's credit he did ask you about Barb. After recalling the few times you had babysat her and then you lending her your SAT prep books, you were off the hook.

''Please don't mention anything to them.'' you added

''Don't worry, I doubt they would be overjoyed that I was up in the middle of the night with their precious little offspring, who was dressed in a silk nightgown.''

''It's satin.''

''I'll look at it better next time.'' he countered.

''Wait, so there will be a next time?'' you asked.

''I may be a PI, but I'm not the law. You can keep stashing your stuff here. Just don't make it a habit. And maybe leave something for me from time to time.''

That night, it's a tradeoff. A thank you note and 20 dollars from you. Your mom's cookie plate from him. She doesn't question how it made its way to your bedroom when she notices it the next day. From then on, you carefully dropped off things quickly and rushing off back home. You were leaving things like jewelry that was too expensive. A calling card for a hairdresser the town over. Mini bar sized bottles of vodka (that he had to put in the fridge). Over time you got braver. You'd bring in a pack of Marlboro's that you shared, talking and him laughing at your cough. Sometimes you'd smuggle things in for him. Old Hawkings newspapers with articles about Barb, that she got an elderly neighbor. Old yearbooks, thanks to the grace of being a teacher's pet back in the day.

Sometimes you'd joke with him too. Leaving conspiracy theory books, annotated with things like ''Maybe Barb ran off with Big Foot? I mean who wouldn't want a hairy, 6 foot man?'' Then followed the porn magazines. Once you taped a polaroid of yourself in a bathing suit to the back of a Playboy with the note ''In case none of these girls are your type.'' Murray, like a juvenile, had drawn devil horns and a mustache on you and left it in the spot where the magazine had been. Truly, he had wished to keep it, though he tried to convince it did nothing. You were just a little vixen, trying to get with an older man, so you could brag to your college friends. At least you hadn't left him with a lingerie shot. But on Saturday, it almost was. You jumped from the open window, with a bag in hand. Once you pulled out a blue sparkly crop top and matching pants, he understood you couldn't get away with leaving the house like that.

He turned around as you changed and asked you questions like ''was it a boy'' and relaxed when you said it was just your best friend. You were going to pop in before dinner to change back. You asked him to turn back around and tell you if he liked it. Before he could say some generic nice comment, he really looked at you. You were wearing a fucking thong. Murray could see himself tearing those pants off, the flimsy stitching would split at the seams. Instead of doing something like that, he sent you off with a ''have fun'' and took a long cold bath. Then he busied himself with prepping for your return, setting out your clothes on a hanger, getting you gum and perfume. But nothing could have prepared him for when you returned. Murray listened to you tell him about your friend, and continued on

''An old lady chasticised me and a guy tried to ask me out. Which reminds me, we should go on a date this week.''

''What? Where is this coming from?''

''Well, I couldn't stop talking about you to my friend, so she suggested that we should go out, blabbing on something about partners in crime.''

''So, if she told you to jump off of a bridge, would you do it?''

''No, but she had a point. You're cute, my parents are out of town for a few days, no one's ever taken me out on a proper date, and well I can do a lot worse.''

''Okay, if you manage to figure out a way for us to actually be go out without me ending up on some government watch, I'll do it.''

''It's a date. Will give you the deets tonight.''

Later he just got a menu to a dinner, and a tomorrow, we meet here at 7.30. Murray borrowed the Holland car (he felt quilty about lying to them about his purpose, but who knows, maybe someone in the 24 hour pie restaurant in the next town would have any information on Barb). He found the best outfit he owned and got you a small stuffed animal (easier to explain to your parents than flowers and better than chocolates). At 7.30, you went out and he could see he wasn't the only one that put in effort. You were wearing a black dress, makeup and even heels. Throughout the date you laughed, ate and still had some meaningfull conversations. Despite the age gap, you had the same interest in movies and books. Murray was reassured when you shyly admitted that some of those tastes were developped thanks to your older exes. So you had a type, and you weren't just testing the waters with him. All the doubts he had were erased when you linked your fingers in his as you were exiting the dinner. He insisted that you finish your milkshake before you left the parking lot (I'm not gonna drive while you're holding that, you'll spill it and this poor man's car will smell like ice cream for a month.). You quickly slurped your drink, leaving a bit of whipped cream at the corner of your mouth. He leans in and kisses it off and you kiss him back hungrily. Before this could go any further, he pulls back and speeds out of the pace. You swear he's probably breaking the law in the short distance before he enters Hawkins. Murray slows down, so you can put on your seatbelt and he turns up the radio, so it could pick up the police signals. You don't question how he knows how to do that, just attributing it to his job. And also, when he adjusts it, he trails a hand across your exposed leg, so your thoughts stirr far away. You turn to him, to thank him for the lovely evening and ask what next, when you spot a car in the distance. You quickly duck down, folding your torso in his lap. Murray also turns down his radio and talks briefly to the other driver. You can hear individual words, such as closed, sinkhole, detour. Growing anxious, you burry your face further in his jeans and feel his erection, which gives you an idea. Under your navigation you two make it to Lover's lake.

''Really, this is your detour?''

''It's the other way from the closed road. Plus the police doesn't bother coming here, they'd have to arrest almost everybody in Hawkins.''

''Can I kiss you again?'' Murray asked. You nodded and leaned in. His kiss is gentle and cautuous, while you respond with urgency. Soon, the windows are fogged and the both of you are blushing. Your hands tentatively move from his curls down to the buttons of his shirt. He pulls you closer, until you are practically in his lap. Everything's more intense. Your lips on his neck, leaving lipstick marks. The friction of your underwear against his hardon. When he cups your ass, he sees that you are wearing a thong again. That's his breaking point and he suggest you . You pretend to think, while grinding against his thigh. When you both moan at that, you decide that the time is now. Some other time you'd blow him, watching him clutch the steering wheel. Or tease him by wrapping your hands over both him and the gear stick. Now you wanted some sloppy sex in the back of the car. So you got back in your seat and reached into your purse as he reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket. At least the both of you had expected to get lucky tonight. Murray and you both pocketed the condoms, for ''a potential round 2''. You got in the back seat and he got on top of you. He frantically kissed you, pulling down the top of your dress and palming and sucking on your breasts. You explained how you couldn't wear a dress like this with a bra, in between moans and gasps for more. He leaves you wanting just that as he moves his fingers to your pussy and rubs your clit. Seeing how needy and wet you are, he pumps his finger inside of you. Though he would love to drag it out and test how sensitive you are and how many orgasms you can take, he can't ignore the twitching of his cock any longer.

You watched him take off his jeans and boxers and then roll on the condom onto his lenght. He enters you in one swift move and you moan. He lifts your hips higher, until they meet him and thrust again. He's so deep inside of you and it feels better than anything else. He starts setting up a pace that's fast and rough. Sometimes your more unexperienced lovers would do the same, moving their hips like a jackhammer, chasing after their pleasure rather than yours. But with Murray, it was the opposite. Every thrust was still calculated and he was hitting a spot inside you that made you moan, scratch his back and wrap your legs around him. You were sure that the car would be rocking by now. He slows down a bit, in order to not come too fast. He presses his forehead against yours and starts leaving hickeys down on your chest like a juvenille. After leaving a sizeable mark, he starts again. At this point, you can't hold back any longer and come, squeezing around him. He follows suit soon, after a few deep thrusts. Even though he throws the condom out of the window, there's still a prominent wet spot under you and also the smell of sex.

''So, after all this I don't think that spilling my milkshake would be that bad, in retrospect.'' you say, cracking a joke before snuggling into Murray and drifting off to sleep.

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