#i should be mad about this but i'm enjoying it i won't lie

[acapelladitty]

Cooper gives big sub energy if you open your eyes wide enough, don't you think ditty?

A/N: Maybe not sub energy but please enjoy this little thing where Cooper is forced to eat his partner out for being an ass. (1.7k words)

(tw: face sitting, orgasm, oral sex, dirty talk, threat of violence, biting, come marking, playful snark, mild violence)

Call Out Loud For You

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Standing at the foot of the large cot which you had both decided to claim as 'home' for the night, your hands felt heavy on your hip as you held your ground against the smug ghoul who lounged against the threadbare sheets.

It had been a rough day. A bounty hunt very quickly went sideways as an isolated raider turned out to be very non-isolated indeed. And his friends weren't willing to give him up without a fight. But, as always, when the dripping blood finally settled and the missing limbs had been counted, it was Cooper and yourself who emerged the victors.

But still.

He had been a prick about it.

"Apologise." You demanded, wounded pride making you determined to get at least that out of him.

Sucking his lips in to unleash a short whistle, Cooper was unrepentant.

"Ain't got nothing to apologise for, so I won't be wasting the words."

His arm is raised overhead, nude body laying out utterly shameless and reddened against the pale sheets. A rogue chain had caught him across the outer thigh and the marks there would take days to heal. Your efforts to help with the injury had been swiftly rebuffed as he realised you were still looking for an apology and he had instead elected to strip off and drop to the cot, claiming it as his own.

For someone who was so vilified and hated due to his appearance, it sure didn't seem to bother him when it suited his mood.

Deprived of your own clothes due to the sweltering heat of the approaching night, you stood before him with equal pride - refusing to back down.

He knew he was in the wrong.

Those little affectionate brushes against your back and casual grabs at your body that had punctuated throughout the day after the doomed raid had screamed his unspoken guilt. But his stubbornness was maddening.

As was how horny his little games had made you.

Fuck it.

You were getting yours, one way or another.

"You always told me that the only thing we get in the world is what we're willing to take."

Proclaiming the sage words from a scowling face, you throw the advice back at him like a horse kicking up dirt.

"That I did."

"Then lie your stupid ass flat out on that cot. Arms by your sides and legs straightened out."

Surprise crosses his face for only a moment before being swiped away by something lecherous as his right hand drops to cup at his cock, the thick length laying half-hard against his upper thigh.

"I don't see how riding this old stallion is going to get your point across but I ain't complaining."

Shaking your head as you climb into the cot, your body slithers up his own like a serpent coiling in the desert heat until you can straddle his waist - making a point to ignore his cock as you sit above it.

"I'm gonna sit on your face and you're gonna eat me out until I forget that I'm mad at you. You're going to treat my cunt like it's your last supper before they execute your stubborn ass."

Narrowing his brow, the missing hole where his nose should be flaring as he inhaled, Cooper shook his head with a somewhat playful defiance; most of his fire having been extinguished by your soft body atop his as his hands immediately flew to your hips and groped at the flesh there.

"The hell I am. That sounds like a sorry to me, darli-"

Your hand makes a resounding crack as it collides with his hollowed cheek. On a regular man, it would leave a livid mark, but on Cooper - his skin already a darker shade than anything you could accomplish - it is truly undetectable.

What is slightly more detectable is the sly smirk which curls at the corners of his ragged lips and the way his pupils seem to dilate as he inhales sharply once more.

"Oh, it's like that is it."

"Damn right." Running your thumb across the ridge of his cheek, neatly atop the area which you had just slapped, you enjoy the rough sensation of his skin against your own as his hands increase their grip of you. "And if I hear any more backtalk then I'll just smother you. End of all my problems."

A thoughtful hum rumbles past his throat, and you feel it through your palm as you spread your fingers across his chest.

"Not the worst way I've died." Cooper admits. "Alright, darlin', hop on. But don't say I didn't warn you."

Shuffling forward, your inner thighs burn as they swipe across his collarbone in their efforts to position yourself so that his face - eyes burning in the shadows of their sockets - was in a prime position to service your eager sex.

"Might be the last meal you get, handsome." Sighing out the words, you spread your knees wide as you take the time to ensure your own comfort. "So don't waste it."

His response is too low for you to pick up properly, the syllables more a growl than anything else, but you can hear the bitchy quality to his tone as he dutifully pushes his mouth up to brush along your cunt.

He immediately sets out to punish you for that earlier slap, sucking at your folds with his lips and teasing the skin with blunted teeth. It's a lot and your fingers curl against the wall which the head of the cot sits against as you resist the urge to press down harshly on his face.

He seems to be enjoying himself though, his tongue licking a sordid line from your hole to your clit in one solid stripe.

"Fuck, Cooper-" You whine, legs tightening around his shoulders as his tongue grazes your clit; a sensation which sends lightning up your spine as your body tenses involuntarily.

Knowing he hit a good spot, he repeats the feat. His roughened lips add a cruel intensity to his movements as he suckles at your most sensitive nerves. It's hot and intense and too fucking much-

Grinding your cunt down onto his face, you momentarily mourn his lack of nose as an amusing image of being able to swipe yourself across it for extra stimulation flits through your mind.

His tongue would do though and you press your cunt against his mouth with vigour, forcing him to abandon your clit and refocus his attention on your hole. You're already painfully wet, his tongue lapping up more moisture than it was providing, and you feel him growl against your sex as he tastes you properly.

A vicious cry slips free of your throat as he disobeys your earlier demands and his calloused hands wrap around your inner thighs, pulling your lips apart to allow him easier access to his apology. His skin is hot as hell, the leathered texture as delightful as ever as his mouth messily latches on to your skin - sucking, biting, licking, and teasing every possible inch of you until your words are broken and incomprehensible.

A sharp pain makes you cry out and you feel the full ache of a bite radiating from your inner thigh, the skin unbroken but no doubt soon to bruise due to the hard treatment. The dual sensation makes your head swim as the pressure of arousal builds in your cunt.

Discomfort and pleasure.

Ecstacy and pain.

Pure Cooper in his most concentrated form.

Nearing completion, you can't help the bucking of your hips as he struggles to hold you into place - your cunt grinding on his mouth and chin as you chase that high.

"Fuck, Cooper. Just so- so fucking good. Need to do this- FUCK- do this more. Put that mouth to good, ugh, use."

It's a babble and a mess. Words stuttering and pitching as his lips find your clit once more and his tongue flicks against the engorged nub, sending you careening over the edge of the abyss.

Hands scrambling against the wall as your orgasm hits, the hot pleasure cascades through your body in waves - tensing and relaxing your frame in sync as you press down on his face. Without much choice, he swallows everything, his busy tongue refusing to let up its devouring of your cunt as your thighs clench around his skull.

Earlier musings blown to the side, you take a moment to appreciate that his nose was missing as your frantic jerking across his face would have probably broken it in several places. You ride your orgasm out against him, allowing him time to breathe when he earns it as his face skilfully tilts to the side to pull in sharp intakes of air.

Eventually the tension in your legs dies out and your cunt grows too overstimulated to be fully enjoyable and you push your hands off the wall, forcing your cum-soaked thighs to slip along his chest once more as you collapse to the side of him.

His face is a sight. The raw-looking skin glistened in the low light as his mouth and chin remain covered by your mess. His eyes were bright, piercing through your relaxed features as you wrap your leg around his own - marvelling at the temperature difference.

"Not bad, old timer."

Blissed out by his efforts, your attitude was much more amicable and to show your forgiveness, you lazily grip at his cock; the length rock hard and visible leaking pre-cum due to his own untouched arousal.

Deciding that maybe he did deserve a treat as he wiped off his mouth with the back of his scarred hand - bringing the collected mess to his mouth for a final taste - you run the pad of your thumb across the flared head of his livid cock in a playful tease.

"Let's see if we can do something about this little problem here."

"Little?"

Cooper's voice came roughly, his own aggression mellowed out by how visibly pleased you were with his efforts.

Still, he couldn't resist the bait.

"Not that little, I gotta say." You reply. "In fact, maybe I should return the favour and-"

Trailing off, you wetten your lips with your tongue and make a lurid sucking noise, something obscene and nasty, as your thighs press together gently.

It's not really that much of a surprise when his hand moves like lightning, snaring around your neck and pushing your head towards his cock while a faint yet familiar smirk sits on the corners of his lips.

It was your turn after all.

[sircolinmorgan]

Colin Morgan in Mammals (2022)

[papercupids]

living w svt; headcanons (maknae line version)

or alternatively, sweet sweet domestic fluff scenarios w the maknae line of svt

pairing -> lee chan x reader, vernon x reader & seungkwan x reader.

warnings -> nothing, it's all fluff.

words -> 1.3k

a/n -> this idea came to me so randomly but domestic fluff is a scenario i love so much and i decided to do this !!!! the '97 line is ready as well and it will be out next week i think <3 enjoy !!! :)

-> read the '97 line version here -> read the '96 line version here

☆ chan.

"oh, babe you're up," chan calls out as he hears the door unlock and you're met with the lights on in the living room, not that the darkness in your room already didn't tell you that the sun had already set.

you wanted to take a nap just for an hour, since it was the weekend, but also what you did not want was to sacrifice time from one of the only days that you would get with chan and you'd slept after telling him to wake you up. bad decision, really, because he never woke you up unless it was necessary.

currently you were way too much in love with him to be mad at him for not waking you up. so you sit on the couch beside him and lean your head onto his shoulder and cuddle his arms.

"feeling okay?"

"mmhm, just a little hungry. i think i'll go have the leftover pizza. what are we watching?"

"uh, i'm not sure, whatever you want?"

"i'll go grab the pizza, just put on one of your favourites,"

the favourites were movies that were very diverse in genre. both of you had some movies that you liked in common (namely, some disney movies, some ghibli movies and some romcoms that ended with you both crying on the couch) and some horror/thriller movies that you liked (and chan pretended to not be scared but you could always count on him to have a pillow on his face to save himself from witnessing jumpscares) and a few drama movies from chan's choice (that you considered way too boring and almost always dozed off in the middle of them and chan always had to carry you to the bedroom).

"should i put on frozen? frozen 2?"

there was no answer. chan was suddenly scared.

"babe?"

just what he was afraid of. the pizza box dumped in the garbage bin.

"do you care to explain what happened to my leftover pizza? that i specifically told you i wanted to eat later?"

he laughed nervously.

"i was hungry, babe," he whines.

"and you didn't even tell me you ate it, you’re such a liar, oh my god, i can't believe i'm living with you. what more could have you have lied to me about,"

chan came closer, carefully as your back faces him, his arms wrap around you and feels your comforting smell around him. even though you were being mad at him and this was the worst possible time to be thinking of this, but he loves you. he truly does. 

"let's order again, or better yet? let me make you something?"

that brings a certain excitement to your face as you turn your face to where he's resting his face on your shoulder. 

"really?"

"anything for you, my love,"

"except saving pizza,"

"i'll save it for you, next time, c'mon,"

seungkwan.

"seungkwan, i swear to god, if i clash into anything,"

"you won't, you won't, don't you trust me?"

"not really, but i'm blindfolded and my only help is you right now, so, i'll lie,"

seungkwan had took the opportunity of you both crossing the 3 year mark today to blindfold you and lead you somewhere and although contrary to what you said, you did trust him, but you couldn't help but think about what this could lead to.

after walking around a bit with holding his hand like a lifeline, he finally stops, the keypad beeps as he enters the code in, and you wondered if you were at his place, or some hotel? or somewhere? you couldn't figure it out.

"you can open it now,"

and your hands fly to the knot of the cloth tied around your eyes, and you find yourself standing in the doorway of an apartment. the door was open and you could see seungkwan's sofa and his favourite coffee table. and as you finished taking in the scene of one of the most pretty living rooms you've seen - complete with big windows and a kitchen on the left side.

"what is this, kwannie?"

"uh, an apartment, my apartment to be specific. but," he bends down on one knee, and takes out the key and a note of paper which has the code to the door. "do you wanna move in with me?"

"oh my god, seungkwan,"

"is that a good oh my god, or a bad one,"

"oh my god,"

"my knee, babe, my knee," he joking points that his knees hurt fron kneeling as you try to take in his proposal.

"ofcourse, yes, kwannie, are you kidding,"

since he hasn't gotten up yet, you bend down to hug him, right in the doorway, and pretty soon you're both on your knees.

"i love you so much,"

-

a few days later, you’re sitting on one of the boxes as a makeshift stool, your coffee on the table, as you sipped it, the sunlight came in through the window and warmth spread throughout the room. you couldn't believe that after such a long time, being childhood sweethearts, then a tough, tough phase of a long distance relationship, you were finally here. here with the love of your life sleeping soundly in the bedroom that you both shared.

albeit a lot of unpacking was yet to be done, you looked around the home that was now for the both of you.

a morning has never felt this good.

and as if summoned, your lover wraps his arms around you from the back, "good morning,"

you turn yourself to face him and cup his face, placing a soft kiss on his lips, cheek and then finally, his forehead. 

"indeed, a good morning,"

☆ vernon.

there’s sunlight on your face, vernon thinks. and it makes your face glow in ways he didn't think was humanly possibly. even when you're half drooling on his chest, and have your arm and leg wrapped around him, with disheveled bed hair, to him, you’re the most beautiful creature alive.

his hand strokes your face softly and sonewhere between that, your eyes flutter open.

"we fell asleep on the couch again?"

he nods, smiling as he takes your features in.

it was one of the things that you both often did together, had dinner, put on a movie, cuddled and then fell asleep on the couch, no matter how small it was compared to the bed that occupied the bedroom, it seemed to be way more sleep-able and you were convinced that you'd slept more on the couch than ever on the bed.

"we should stop falling asleep on the sofa,"

"hmm, maybe,"

"maybe, why? the bed's clearly bigger,"

vernon doesn't say anything he just keeps on looking at your hands clasped together, plays lightly with your fingers, he loves mornings like these, when there’s nothing like a deadline or an alarm, no schedules to be attended to or nothing expected of him. just being here, with you and he has the freedom to use the day as he pleases. he loves that.

"but you know," he gets distracted a bit, fixing your hair away from your face, he doesn't wsnt it to be covered, not even a bit. "the bed's clearly bigger, babe,"

and you look at him, confused, as to why he repeated what you just said.

he chuckles, "oh my clueless angel, when we sleep on the bed, we don't have to be so close because it's so big, but the couch on the other hand," he emphasises his point by pulling you in closer, closer that you already were and you csn count his eyelashes, see his skin so closely that you can make out tiny bumps in them.

"we need to be close like this,"

"so you were the mastermind behind this,"

"obviously,"

"you're so frustrating, ugh," and you try to wiggle your hands away from his grasp to sneakily make their way to his tickle spots mainly around his stomach and his sides.

he bursts out laughing soon enough, but you can't defend against him when he comes in with the tickle attacks. 

both of your laughters mixed together carries to the room a few steps away, the bedroom, the bed completely made and untouched as the sun pierces through the window casting a golden light on the sheets.

[k-odyssey]

Wedding Impossible | ep 7-8

It's been a while since I've watched a drama where a kiss makes me physically feel something. This one definitely did. And it had everything to do with the build-up.

You have Ji Han, who's been going through all five stages of grief re:his unwanted but very real feelings for his future sister-in-law. Invoking god and buddha. Folding paper cranes. Anything to stop feeling like a shitty brother.

And then the tables turn. He's told about Do Han's secret. Suddenly his hyung is in the wrong. Not because he's into boys but because it looks like he's using Ah Jeong. Everything is fair game now, as long as he can protect her.

Ah Jeong has also been busy crushing her feelings, after Ji Han's denial. She showed her vulnerable side, half-admitting that she liked him, and he shot her down.

She's a good actress but there's a difference between playing a role on screen/on stage, and turning your life into a web of lies. She's miserable, especially looking at her parents.

So we have repressed feelings on both sides. And the kind of exhaustion that comes from telling lies all day to keep up appearances. They even admitted that to each other on the set.

Ji Han finally decides to be honest, with himself and with Ah Jeong. About his own feelings anyway. Even if he has an ulterior motive for telling her then, he's finally saying something true. And she is broken and mad. Because she's been working so hard at keeping up the lie. She made a promise too.

But once the truth of his feelings is out, she can hardly pretend they aren't mutual and kisses him. And honestly, some of the best fictional kisses come after a big conflict. It has meaning. They're bridging that gap. They're embracing this love, in spite of it all.

Other things I enjoyed ep 8:

the choice of having no soundtrack during the important scenes (the brothers' fight, the confession). honestly a badly-timed song can easily ruin a build-up.

they both seem a little startled at the reciprocation. like "oh so you do like me."

Ah Jeong's interlude on set where she remembers who she is for a while. How Ji Han is a genuine fan of hers.

What Ji Han told the ex.

Ji Han kept calling Do Han selfish but I hope he takes some of that back later. I know it was mostly cuz he thinks Ah Jeong is being used. But he's also hurt at the lack of trust and I mean, it's hardly easy to come out in a conservative society. There was no guarantee that Ji Han would be accepting. Though it's disconcerting that he never tries to gage Ji Han's feelings. Could be as easy as watching a movie with secondary gay characters in it? To see if he reacts? Idk.

I'm conflicted. We'll see how that goes.

It's kind of funny to think how bad Ji Han and Ah Jeong will look from the outside. Though I'm sure she'd take the worst of the remarks. But considering she's only leaving a fake relationship for a real one, and he's only admitting to liking her cuz he knows his brother's gay, the gossip will be BAD. And there's really no easy way to fix that. Only live with it or Do Han comes out publicly.

Ji Han will be hurt when he realizes what was really happening tho (the contract). Not looking forward to this conversation.

Hope their little trip to escape reality next week won't mess up with the pacing. Should be fun to watch tho!

Edit: just fixed the episode numbers, oops.

[switchundercover]

Tickletober Day 4: Weak Spot

A/N: Hello hello everyone! I'm back with another spiderverse tk fic because I am not normal about spiderverse or tks (the fact that I say 'tks' should tell you everything you need to know-) ANYWAYS! I'm doing day 4 of tickletober, again with lee!hobie because I love this tall punk and he needs to be wrecked to hell and back. I've decided I'm not going to do every single day of tickletober, really just ones I feel like doing and have the motivation for. I realistically wouldn't be able to do every day anyways, as I'm fairly busy with school atm. Anyways, I won't take up anymore of your time, so just enjoy the fic! :D

TW: swearing, tickles

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It took a lot to shake Hobie Brown, a lot to catch him off guard, to make him tick. Not even counting the spidey-sense that he and every other spider-person had, it still took a lot to even mildly surprise him. All of his friends knew this, and they were driven mad by this fact.

Which led to now.

"Okay, so operation 'Finally surprise Hobie' is a go?" Miles asked, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Gwen and Pavitr. The three teenagers were located in the spider-society cafeteria, getting a bite to eat as they discussed their master plan. Pavitr shrugged, tilting his head to the side.

"Well," Pavitr began, drawing out the word. "We could do it after we eat.. but! I do have an idea on how we can really get him!" He beamed, a huge grin on his face. Miles and Gwen looked at Pavitr, a look of curiosity, but also a bit of mischief to it.

"Go on.." Gwen urged, her eyes shining with pure mischief.

"Okay.. so you guys don't know this, but..."

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Hobie chuckled as he saw Miles approach him, tilting his head to the side. Miles was running to Hobie with a sense of urgency, which spiked the punks curiosity. He gave Miles a small wave, looking down at the panting teenager.

"Ay Miles, watcha need? Seems urgent." Hobie said, giving Miles a small, yet curious grin. Miles wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead, straightening his slightly bent posture to look at Hobie. "Yeah, actually.. I.." Miles paused, taking a moment to catch his breath.. and also try his best to hide the growing smirk that was appearing on his face.

"Me.. Pav, Gwen.. we need your help." Miles said, quickly thinking up a story to elaborate on. "We lost one of Miguel's.. gadgets- don't ask why we have it- and we can't find it anywhere. Last I checked it was somewhere in Pav's room but.." Miles paused a second time, trying to make up a convincing enough story to fool Hobie, which was pretty damn hard with him usually being the main prankster of the group.

And yet, there was no elaboration needed, because Hobie was apparently none the wiser.

"Pfft. Sure, I'll help you guys out. You don't want Miguel on your ass for losin' something of his, lemme tell ya." He agreed, a low chuckle coming from the punk. Miles had to fight the huge mischievous grin that threatened to appear on his face, opting for a soft smile instead.

"Great, thanks man!" Miles said, bouncing on his heels. "Gwen and Pav are already in his dimension so I'll just.." Miles created a portal to Earth-50101 for him and Hobie, looking back at the punk before jumping in, with said punk following close behind.

Gwen's leg bounced as she sat on Pavitr's bed, looking up at the Indian Spider-Man with a slightly worried expression. "You know if we do this we're dead right?" Gwen said, looking around Pavitr's room almost haphazardly.

"Don't worry!" Pavitr reassured, cracking his knuckles in slight preparation. "If he's getting anyone back, it's me! This was my idea after all!" He added, looking to Gwen with a determined expression.

A portal in Pavitr's room opened suddenly, with Miles hopping out and Hobie right behind him, his hands in his vest pockets. Gwen looked to Miles, her expression practically asking Miles if Hobie bought the lie. Miles got the message and gave her a thumbs up when Hobie wasn't looking.

"Right, so, you lot ended up losin' one of Miguel's gadgets if I'm not mistaken?" Hobie asked, raising an eyebrow at the three teenagers in front of him. Miles nodded, praying that Gwen and Pavitr did the same. Miles internally cursed himself for not telling Gwen and Pavitr what lie he came up before hand, but he let out an internal sigh of relief when Gwen began to speak.

"Uh.. yeah. Lost it somewhere in Pav's room.." Gwen said, pretending to look underneath Pavitr's bed in search for the gadget they 'lost'. Hobie chuckled and actually began looking for this not-really-lost gadget, looking at the higher shelves that were in Pavitr's room. While Hobie wasn't looking, Miles gave Pavitr and Gwen a huge grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Gwen and Pavitr returned the mischievous expression, all of them looking to Hobie with a devilish smirk.

An idea brewed in Miles' mind, walking over to Hobie and trying to hide the devilish grin on his face. "Is it not up here?" Miles asked, looking up to Hobie. "Uh.. don't think so." Hobie replied, sighing as he looked down at Miles. "Alright.. thanks, by the way." Miles added, giving Hobie a small poke or two to the torso as thanks, also just to check if Hobie reacted.

Hobie didn't even flinch.

Miles internally sighed at the lack of a reaction, going back to Gwen and Pavitr, who were pretending to look for the gadget. Miles bent down to Pavitr's level, the teen pretending to look in a few drawers.

"I thought you said he was ticklish?" Miles whispered, keeping his tone incredibly soft so Hobie wouldn't hear. "He is! You just gotta know where to poke!" Pavitr replied, giving Miles a poke to the ribs to prove his point. Miles squeaked and jumped back, lightly slapping Pavitr's arm. "Well where do I poke?" Miles asked, widening his eyes as another way to ask for further elaboration.

Pavitr couldn't help but giggle, cocking his head to the side. "Here.. give me a second.."

Pavitr walked up to Hobie, grabbing his hands rather quickly and dragging him closer to the middle of the room. Hobie let out a small yelp, stumbling on his feet from the sudden movement. "Pav, what're you doin'? If you needed help over here you coulda shouted for me." Hobie said, looking at Pavitr with a mildly confused expression. His expression only grew more confused when Pavitr started giggling, and also when Gwen and Miles looked up from where they were 'searching'.

Gwen and Miles had to stop themselves from giggling, both of them covering their mouths with their hands. Pavitr looked towards Gwen and Miles, not even being able to hide the mischief in his eyes. "I'll let you guys take the lead, I feel like it's not as fun if I tell you guys where he's ticklish!"

Hobie's eyes widened very slightly, covering up his mild nervousness with a smirk and a laugh. "Ha! That's funny you guys, that's bloody hilarious! I'm not even ticklish." He said, his tone as smug as ever. Miles, Gwen, and especially Pavitr didn't buy the lie, with Pavitr shaking his head and chuckling. "C'mon Hobie! You can't keep up that facade forever! They had to find out eventually!" Pavitr giggled, a slightly teasing lilt to his voice. The tone of Pavitr's voice made Hobie's stomach do flips, but he would never admit it out loud. The punk took a step back, the first crack in his confident facade.

"There isn't a missing gadget is there? you lot tricked me, is that it?" Hobie's questions were met with more giggling, which Hobie assumed meant 'Yeah, we tricked you and you fell for it'.

"It was Pav's idea!" Miles was quick to blame, pointing a finger at Pavitr before anything else. Pavitr shrugged in response, looking at Miles before returning his attention to Hobie. "I know you're gonna destroy me after this, but in my opinion this is worth it!"

Miles was the first to pounce, tackling Hobie to the ground and relentlessly scratching at his stomach, seeing how the punk would react. Hobie was a bit surprised by the sudden display of strange that ended up literally sweeping the punk off his feet. He was also surprised by the bold move by Miles' fingernails scratching and scribbling at his torso, a choked giggle coming from the punk.

"I'm not ticklish mate. Give it up.." Hobie said, turning his head to the side as he felt the tiniest giggle build up inside of him. Pavitr could be heard chuckling, once again shaking his head as he looked at Hobie.

"Here, I'll give you guys a hint! There's one really ticklish spot on his body! Once you find that, he'll start going crazy!" Pavitr grinned, watching Hobie begin to squirm underneath Miles' weight. Seeing Miles struggle to stay on top of Hobie, Gwen quickly moved to sit on his thighs, her back facing Miles. Pavitr thought it was only fair if he didn't interfere, as he already knew every little spot on Hobie's body that made him crack, opting to just watch Gwen and Miles figure it out themselves.

"Sorry Hobie, you kind of deserve this, let's be honest." Miles moved his fingers to Hobie's sides as Gwen's sharp nails began working on Hobie's legs, starting at his thighs. Hobie found it a bit harder to hide the giggles that were threatening to escape his lips, but he managed to hide them pretty well.

"I thought I told you guys-! I'm not ticklish!" Hobie said, his tone becoming a bit more high-pitched as he let out the softest giggle. Hobie squirmed underneath Miles and Gwen's weight, finding it surprisingly hard to wiggle out from underneath them. Miles and Gwen didn't buy what came out of Hobie's mouth, instead continuing to relentlessly tickle Hobie as Pavitr watched, the boy giggling at Hobie's expense.

Miles and Gwen grinned widely at the tiny giggle that came from Hobie, now knowing they had to persist, and find that aforementioned sweet spot that Pavitr told them about. Gwen and Miles' hands worked in an unpredictable fashion, keeping Hobie guessing where they would strike next. Miles' hands ruthlessly clawed at Hobie's stomach, trying to find the softest spots on his torso, and Gwen's fingernails scraped along his thighs, occasionally moving a bit lower, right next to his knee. This is where Gwen noticed something, where she noticed Hobie would tense up and squirm around a bit more whenever she got to close to his knees. Gwen nudged Miles' shoulder with her own, urging him to look at her.

"Hey, Miles.." Gwen whispered, a devilish smirk on her face. Miles looked behind him to see Gwen, his fingers still squeezing and scribbling Hobie's torso as if it was a usual thing he did that didn't require any extra thought. (Miles would now want it to be a usual thing if it meant Hobie reacted in the honestly adorable way that he did.)

"Yeah? Did you find something?" Miles grinned, his eyes sparkling at the idea. Gwen nodded and pointed to Hobie's knee, circling one finger around his kneecap. Hobie's leg jerked as he put a hand to his mouth, his squirming only increasing as he tried to get the two teenagers off of him.

"You little- pfft-! S-stop that!" Hobie attempted to bark out an insult, but ended up fighting back a squeak as Gwen began scribbling along his knee. Hobie grit his teeth and made an attempt to kick his legs out, but his attempt at doing so were only met with more tickles. Miles decided that it'd be a good idea to help Gwen out, the two teens sitting on each of Hobie's legs and skittering their fingers along Hobie's knees.

Hobie did a pretty decent job at hiding his giggles, which disappointed Miles and Gwen, who both looked to Pavitr for help. Pavitr chuckled in response and pointed to his own knee, but pointed to the backside as opposed to the front. Gwen's and Miles' eyes widened in response, their grins growing impossibly wider as they wasting no time and started scratching along the backsides of Hobie's knees.

Hobie actually screamed.

"PFFTHAHAHAHAHAHA-! YOU LITTLE SHIHIHIHITS!! STOP THAHAHAHAT!" Hobie screeched, throwing his head back as he dissolved into loud cackles. Miles and Gwen's grins grew incredibly wide, and Pavitr could be heard giggling and clapping his hands.

"Well, you guys got close.. but in the end I still had to help!" Pavitr chuckled, shuffling over to Hobie. Pavitr smirked and began scribbling at Hobie's stomach, earning louder laughter from the punk. "F-FUHUHAHACK PAHAV-! STAHAHAHAHAHAP THAT!!" Hobie begged, his eyes stained with mirthful tears.

Pavitr in fact, did not stop, knowing that Hobie would only actually need a break if he stopped resisting, which he wasn't in the slightest. Hobie kicked and thrashed underneath the weight of Miles and Gwen, and he also weakly batted at Pavitr's arms, it didn't do much to deter the thirty fingers that were scratching at his body as fast as possible, but it was worth a shot right?

"Wow, Hobie. And I thought you said you weren't ticklish.." Miles said, continuing to scratch behind Hobie's knee with one hand, and looking down at his other hand as a cruel idea flicked into his mind. Hobie's only response was flipping Miles off, being to incapacitated from his laughter to do anything else. Gwen chuckled as she saw Hobie give Miles the finger, experimentally squeezing the skin underneath Hobie's knee, only to be met with more cackles and shrieks.

A few sparks of blue electricity flicked across Miles' fingers, a wide smirk appearing on his face. Miles stopped tickling Hobie, and zapped the skin underneath his knee with one finger, all the electricity he charged up going straight to Hobie. The feeling didn't hurt in the slightest, in fact, Hobie would argue it did the exact opposite as he let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched shriek.

"MILES-!! FUHUHUCKIN STAHAP- SHIHIHIT NOT AGAHAIN-! NAHAHAHAHAHA MILES!" Hobie screamed as Miles zapped behind his knee a second time, his eyes shut as mirthful tears began to fall down his face. Hobie's squirming lessened significantly, the only thing the punk had the energy to was laugh, and even his own laughter was beginning to go silent. Miles, Gwen, and Pavitr noticed this, and they all slowly came to a stop, looking down at the panting Hobie.

"You alright? We didn't kill you did we?" Gwen asked, her tone mostly teasing, but with a slight hint of genuine worry. Hobie shook his head, giving Gwen a shaky thumbs up.

"N-nah.. I'm fine.." Hobie replied, still stuck in a fit of giggles. Hobie put the back of his hand to his forehead, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the lingering tingles that stayed on his body even after the three teenagers pulled their hands away.

Once Hobie regained enough energy, he sighed, lifting his head up slightly. "Could you guys.. get offa me?" Hobie asked, being met with two nods and Gwen and Miles getting off of Hobie. Hobie sat up, and as if he hadn't lost a single bit of energy, sprung up to his feet, wiping his eyes as laughter-induced tears still stained them. The three other teens in the room followed Hobie, each and every one of them springing up to their feet with similar energy.

"Right.. now if I remember correctly, Miles said you were the instigator behind all this, right Pav?" Hobie asked, cracking his knuckles and looking at Pavitr with an expression that said 'I'm gonna tickle the shit out of you.'

Pavitr responded with a nervous giggle, gingerly backing up from where Hobie stood. "W-well.. Miles and Gwen did agree to it, so.." Pavitr stammered, trying to convince Hobie to go after the other two instead.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I'm gettin' em back later. But for now.."

"H-hobie-! W-wait, wait wait- HOHOHOHOHOHOBIE-!"

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[nogenderbee]

Hello Bee!, this is my first time requesting soo i hope i didn't make any mistake hehehe

Can you make Prsk Boys(Rui,Tsukasa,Akito,Toya) or just Rui if it's to much!, with reader who like just come to school with a lilttle swelling head and a embarrassed to tell what happened because they actually got hit by something earlier

N ) Pleasee take your time to do this request, and take you soo much!, love your writting!!

Don't worry you didn't made any mistake! And also all 4 aren't really a problem to me ^^

I received you telling me that these should be headcanons and with nb!reader so that's what I did!

And of course, I hope you enjoy even tho I definitely took my sweet time <3

Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui with reader who's too emberrassed to tell them about accident

TagList: @bleachtheidiot @vodka-glrl @yulikesminori @kuzui5201314 @miya-akane @alicewinterway18 @indi-has-fallen

⊱ Akito classically greeted you with simple wave since he's not the one to show affections in public

⊱ he he quickly notices that something's wrong if your head is a bit more swelly but if it's just a little, he's most likely to not notice it

⊱ another thing with this man is that you can literally trip over your feet in front of him and tell him some dumb excuse and he won't stick to the topic, but he also do any fully believe it

⊱ but once he discovers that something happened to you and you literally hid it from him, he doesn't know if he's more worried or mad in that moment

⊱ immidietly rushes to nurse office and if you won't want to go, he'll literally just carry you there

"What the heck made you think that it was good idea to hide something THAT serious from me?!"

"It's just... a but emberrassing..."

⊱ are you serious... did you really just hid something like that from him because you thought it was emberrassing?! Yeah he does not understand you at all...

⊱ but he does keep a closer look on you from that time, he doesn't hope for any more accidents to happen but he'd rather be sure than sorry

⊱ Toya is the type to greet you with rather a simple wave, hug or kiss onto palm of your hand, depending on what you like the most actually

⊱ so if it's a hug, he'll definitely notice that you're barely standing straight, if it won't be a hug then you have higher chance he won't notice

⊱ but once he does, it's over... you can't tell if he guesses or if he simply knew from beginning but he immidietly asks if something happened

⊱ unlike some, he won't believe you if you say it's nothing and will ask you untill he either sees it's uncomfortable for you or asks too many times, or actually gets an answer

⊱ sure, you can lie to him but you better find some good excuse because he literally thinks of it hard to make sure it's suiting your situation

"It doesn't look like nothing to me... you're barely walking aright on your own. Please tell me what really happened..."

"Eh... fine, fine... I may or may have not gotten into an accident..."

"A what?!"

⊱ once he hears about accident, he instantly panicks not knowing what to do but in the end, he decides that going to nurse office is the best idea although he won't force you if you don't want to

⊱ after he discovers that, his eyes are on you whenever you're in the same room as him, he watches basically your every move which might sound creepy but he's doing that to ensure your safety and you know it!

⊱ sorry Tsukasa fans but he's probably the one who takes his time with noticing it and also believes you easily

⊱ so when you came to school, you could literally walk in zigzags but find ANY excuse and he'll immidietly believe it

"Are you alright? You seem to be a bit unwell today..."

"I'm good! I just... didn't got enough sleep?"

"Ah, well that's completely understandable! Try getting some rest on break, alright star?"

⊱ he really just trusts you too much but he'll eventually get more and more suspicious when your condition won't get better even after resting a bit

⊱ better pray that you don't have any injuries or that he won't notice it because once he does, there's no way you can fool him

⊱ obviously he takes you to nurse but he also panicks a lot

⊱ it doesn't matter if you have small or big wound, he'll panick like it's last few minutes he sees you alive

⊱ now good luck because he'll be extra clingy with you and will literally decline to leave your side unless he absolutely has to

⊱ Rui is the one that figured everything out just by seeing you but depending on how well you hide it, he may not figure out everything

⊱ like you really may think that he followed you or something because he literally gets it correct just by looking at you closely for few minutes

⊱ so of course, he figures out you may not want to go to nurse office so easily, so he decides to kinds get you there without really you knowing

"I know we said we're gonna go get something from wending machines but we can get that later. Now c'mon, let the nurse help you!"

⊱ he'll get you later anything you want from wending machine so don't worry, you weren't fully scammed by this man

⊱ but from that day, he actually looked out for you whenever he got a chance just to make sure that you're not injured again

⊱ but he won't be following you everywhere you go, he'll rather call or text you every once in a while with simple "Hey, you alright there?"

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[clearwillow]

So I just saw the post you reblogged about A.I on Tumblr and I'm not sure what to think. I want to get back into post my Inuyasha art but now I'm worried about this whole ordeal. On the one hand I don't want to give up making and sharing my art w/ others (esp. Since I haven't in a while), but now I'm scared about it being stolen and other artists I love giving up posting. This whole debate with A.I has me so confused and scared and I really don't know whats going on. I'm also curious about what you will do if this deal goes through. Do you plan on using Glaze or something similar?

Come sit with me, anon cause to be frank, I'm trying to take that particular post with a grain of salt. I hope it's wrong, because it wasn't long ago we were hit with "oh my god tumblr is closing where is everyone going" and we're still here. But I won't lie, it pisses me off greatly that it's even a possibility.

I completely understand, and I say - go ahead and post it. Don't give up on art because a bunch of fuck bois with no talent in their short hairs decide that generative technology is the way to go. I honestly hope that it crashes and burns in the next couple years, if not sooner. It had potential before fat old men in suits decided that they had to have more money than they know what to do with. I'm not quitting, because it's my income. It's my joy. I am also fueled by spite, because if I wasn't I wouldn't be here right now.

Art getting stolen is always going to be a thing to worry about, even before AI unfortunately. People will repost without credit and still take credit when that post gets more traction. Create a watermark and be a menace to the reposters, I say. There's Glaze, like you mentioned, and Nightshade. I've heard you have to do them in that order for it to be effective.

You can also search haveIbeentrained.com to see if your work has been picked up and request for it to be pulled from the databases. I've found three more of mine this evening. One was one of my mother's paintings.

I've already erased 15 years of work off the internet when I deleted my deviantart gallery at the end of 2022. Some of that work is so old it was never shared anywhere else. I may not even have that work anymore. If the deal were to go through, I'm not deleting my blog. It's been active since 2012; there's no way I could go through and find every art post and delete it to repost glazed/nightshade versions. It won't affect the reblogs. I haven't personally tried Glazing anything yet because I'm not sure if it'd even be effective with my style, but it's something to try when time allows.

I'm gonna say it again - don't give up on your art. Whether you're doing it as a career (I dare someone say art is a sidehustle, this is not MLM and I am not some 2-bit influencer) or because it is something you just enjoy doing for the hell of it, you should continue. I've seen people give up entirely on art in the last year, and it makes me mad. If art is something you want to do, you shouldn't let anyone make you feel like you can't.

And if you need someone to rally behind you and cheer you on, you've got me in your corner 💕 Hell, feel free to tag me in some of your art, if you'd like!

[kasunex]

Hello! I found you in the TCOAAL tag, hope it doesn't bother you lol, I just enjoyed reading your opinions on this game.

Since I saw you questioning Andrew in the Decay route, I wanted to offer you my two cents about it, and why Andrew is so snappy at Ashley there: you can enter the Decay route in two ways, if either of the siblings fails to commit to the other and don't break away from their unhealthy coping mechanism.

If Ashley refuses to let Andrew watch over their parents, she is giving in to her own paranoia and mistrust. Her controlling tendencies towards Andrew stem from her fear that he doesn't really love her (because she is fundamentally impossible to love, that's what everyone told her), and if he has a choice he'll always pick the other choice. No matter how much Andrew commits to her, she is always scared - this is what causes the big fight in the room 302. So her solution is to simply cut out the other choice. She let Nina die, she harassed Julia into breaking up with Andrew, and now, she won't let him talk with their parents. This is the same "Leyley orders Andy around" dynamic that Andrew wants to desperately break free of, and the very reason he despises the nickname Andy - which Ashley keeps using in this route to exercise control: "I love you, Andy. I love you, I love you, I love you". If you choose this option, Ashley ruins their relationship further by caving in to her insecurity, the fear that Andrew would lie to her, abandon her for anyone, and that he really gives her nothing (read: not the all-encompassing love she craves, since she's "no pretty lady he can fuck"... also, sidenote, Ashley's obsession with sex and what it says about her selfworth is fascinating). Of course Andrew would be mad that no matter what he does, it's never enough for his sister, and she will always try every dirty trick in the book to keep him under her thumb.

If Ashley trusts Andrew with the parents, but Andrew accepts their offer to leave Ashley behind and live a normal life, Andrew sinks once again into denial. He is a normal person, really! He could live a normal life! But he is stuck with Ashley. It's all Ashley's fault for pushing him around. It's all Ashley's fault for ruining his life. Andrew is her doormat, and nothing more. Like this, Andrew builds up resentment and resentment, choosing to put all the blame on Ashley's shoulders instead of admitting to himself, like he does if he refuses, that he's just as fucked up as Ashley is. Case in point: in the Decay route he's disgusted when chopping up his parents, a normal reaction which makes Ashley smile, while in the Burial route he's completely detatched, which worries Ashley because this isn't the weak Andy she knows and loves.

So it's not that Andrew in the Decay route is OOC, I think. You, player, simply choose to exarcerbate the issues between the two siblings, whose relationship was already strained by that point, mostly by Ashley still calling Andrew "Andy" which symbolizes her not wanting to move on from the relationship they had as children. The Burial route allows them to say "fuck it, it's us against the world" in their own way: Ashley by accepting that she can slightly let go the leash she put on Andrew because he's her ally, and Andrew by stopping pretending he's just a victim of circumstances.

Sorry for the long rant lol. Have a nice day ^^

No worries at all - in fact I'm posting this publicly so it can be seen by more eyes. It's very well put and does a good job of explaining.

I had my concerns about the route splitting, but I am curious to see how the different routes ultimately play out. Especially because, to be honest, I don't know what the best path forward for these two is.

The part of me that is playing as them, empathizing, thinks they should just embrace their degeneracy and enjoy burning in Hell together - a la Burial - and the part of me that is watching and judging thinks they deserve to drag each other to the grave for all the awful sins they have committed - a la Decay.

Sans the "less incestous" Burial route. That one seems passable.

[graaythekwami]

What is your opinion about the ending of Miraculous?

(I'm using this ask as my chance to talk about both episodes as a whole, not just the ending-- spoilers ahead!)

My thoughts on these two episodes are mixed, but positive overall. :)

Over all, I enjoyed the episodes. It was fun, the action and animation were great, and there are parts that I really really loved that are being adopted into all my kwami headcanons right now and no one can stop me. I was worried with how the season would end based off of some things I heard, and was prepared for the worst-- but these were enjoyable episodes to watch.

However I will not lie that I am not happy with how some characters were handled. I'm sorry but I will never be happy with Gabriel being seen as a hero, and the fact that Adrien wasn't there or even told what happened?? Gabriel getting a statue?? Gabriel acting like he cared about Adrien when he clearly didn't?? No... just no, its not right or fair. I could go on about this all day, but I won't as there's a lot to say about these episodes.

Adrien not getting a role in this finale I am mad at. Him being left in the dark about what happened I'm also not happy with, HOWEVER... seeing Marinette's age, mindset, and everything she's been through... I don't feel that her actions were out of character. I can see a young teenager under pressure wanting to protect the one she loves from a horrible reality. I'm not saying her keeping the truth from him is right, but I can see how it fits into the narrative. As long as the fact that this lie was told is addressed in the future (and the weight it will no doubt put on Adrien) and not just brushed aside, then I won't get up in arms about this scene yet, and I will wait to see how its handled in the future.

Last small little tiny thing is Felix. Like... it feels out of character for him to just be like "yeah hero team!" and for the hero team to be like "yeah Felix!" Feel like more should have been addressed on Felix's character as a whole.

Okay-- enough about the negative-- onto all the awesome parts about these episodes! :D

First of all-- hero team!! Full time holders!! Saved kwamis (I'm so sorry Nooroo that you're still out there you deserve so much better!!) I love it, this is what we needed, and I hope the identity rules ease up among the heroes after this.

Next Nathalie. Oh Nathalie, the queen, amazing-- 11/10 this episode. She full on goes in dying and is ready to shoot Gabriel with a crossbow?? Like girl, you're amazing!! I'm glad to see that she is better now, she deserves it. Anyways I love her.

Adrien getting his amok-- yes, finally.

Marinette's Ladybug and Black Cat unification was a lot of fun. Its too bad the name Lady Noire was already taken, but I loved this whole fight. A piano being dropped on Gabriel's head, Gabriel's reaction to Marinette being Ladybug. Marinette beating Gabriel and just summoning all the Luck Charms... she was a boss. I loved the checkmate scene. I love how she did try to reach out to Gabriel (not that he deserves a second chance but Marinette is just a sweetheart). I loved Gabriel's betrayal to her with a Vemon because it was his last in character moment, I loved that we got to see all the other characters in action. The classmates, Fei and the New York heroes. All great scenes.

Now finally onto the gold of these episodes: THE KWAMIS. Hehehehe they were amazing, they were beautiful. Yes give me all their true forms, give me Gimmi (hehe) they look SO cool and epic. I originally thought I wouldn't like a true-form kwami or a fusion form of them but never mind they're glorious they are my children we need true forms for all the kwamis look at how powerful they are!!

And how the Wish works... I never really liked the whole "destroy the universe and create a new one" idea they had going on in other episodes, and I'm so glad they went with an equal price. And maybe destroy and remake the universe still has a role in it all but give me the green strawberries as a price. The whole Wish scene with how it works and the true form of the kwamis was fantastic and I love it so much.

[teetlestansecond]

hear me out here, mayhaps rise!TMNT make a playlist that automatically puts their most listened to songs with their s/o or bestie but all the songs that the reader ends up adding from them is either depressing or "i slammed my penith in the car door" (btw really hopes this actually send tumblr mobile is sus sometimes jfjf)

this encouraged me to look at my spotify mixes with a few of my friends and the funniest thing is that my friend and i both have been playing edge of seventeen AND georgy porgy by toto so it’s safe to say we’re going through it out here rip

i used the wildest songs on my blended playlists for this do NOT ask me about my music taste

rise!turtles x emotionally unstable reader

gn!reader, no warnings just shenanigans courtesy of ya babe

Raph! ❤️

Raph listens to your blended playlist at least once a week, usually while he’s cleaning his room

because everyone knows the benefits of listening to music while cleaning. it’s the only way to push through cleaning a room

it’s a pretty chill playlist normally, but this week while Raph’s folding clothes he hears the waitress song “she used to be mine” for the first time and he has to take a second

he cries a little bit because everyone cries a little bit hearing that song, but after he gets over his own emotions he will be at your door and he won't be going away until you let him in so he can check on your wellbeing.

"heeyyyy y/n. i brought tissues. are you okay? are you sure? do you wanna talk about it i think we should talk about it -"

don't try and lie to him about it. if this song made it on the blend then you're simply not okay spare him the denial.

Leo! 💙

I fully believe that Leo listens to music all day every day. to hold the brain goblins at bay you know how it is.

he listens to the blend at least once a day and pays attention for any changes on your end because he's nosy like that. he's the friend that likes to see what his friends are listening to so he can make fun of them.

mostly he just leaves it at teasing but one time he does have to sit you down because your blended playlist has been adding more and more elton john songs but only the sad and nostalgic ones and it's all on your end and he's concerned.

he's especially concerned about elton john's hit song "Saturday Night's Alright (for Fighting)".

"y/n. are you fighting people on the weekends? without me? maybe i wanna fight people too i can't believe you're not including me in your fights-"

you have to convince him that, no, you aren't fighting people on saturday nights. does he believe you? no. are you telling the truth? you tell me bestie.

Donnie! 💜

Donnie mostly listens to his own music but he does periodically check your blended playlist just to get a glimpse into your mind.

he calls it a vibe check and you hate it but that's not going to stop him.

he checks up on your blend and finds all the sad hits like "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult, "I keep Forgettin'" by Michael MacDonald, and "Somebody You Loved" by Lewis Capaldi

naturally he calls you up to discuss the results of your vibe check and you hate it

"hello y/n I'm just calling to let you know that you have failed your latest vibe check and so I will be inviting myself over. do you want pizza or ice cream?"

you would find it touching if you weren't so annoyed by it. besides it's not like you're the only one failing the vibe check - Donnie's had cbat on your blend for weeks and you are mad about it

Mikey! 🧡

like Leo, Mikey also listens to your blend every day, he enjoys the mix of genres and songs.

but his favorite thing is when you listen to meme songs so much that they end up in your blend. he'll play the meme songs on repeat and sing them around you to tease you.

like that one time you had "here comes the hurricane legendary katrina" on the blend for a solid couple of weeks. Mikey still hasn't let that go.

anytime it gets cloudy out he gives you this mischievous grin and you beg him not to but he doesn't listen.

"you know what that looks like, y/n? the hurricane.... KATRINA!!!"

you smack his shoulder every time and he laughs like it's the funniest thing on earth.

[quackle]

So what’s your opinion of this season’s ships?

the short version: rajbow is still peak, ripaxel is funny, and priyaleb is meh. more rambling details under cut:

rajbow: i feel like i say this a lot but i loveddddddd the cheating plot (i never ever thought i'd say these words, even though they have a different meaning than world tour lol). bowie's one of my fav reboot characters, and the way we got to see his character development through his internal battle with morality was so interesting. raj really makes him want to be a better person. that's what a relationship should be like! and to see a queer couple show that lesson is so huge for me as a queer person. rajbow will always have a special place in my heart. also they are so cute like LOOK AT THEM AHHHH!!!!!

ripaxel: i know people were mad about this one, some for valid reasons. ripper was so focused on getting axel's attention and somehow breezed through half of this competition while doing some of the most ridiculous things. and once ripper finally scored, a lot of axel's remaining scenes were with ripper just making out, so we didn't get a ton of an individual arc for her either. however. i am unable to take this ship 100% seriously. (i've tried! i just can't! personally!) and because i can't take it 100% seriously, that's what makes it so hilarious to me. they're both weirdos. and that somehow works, even with their negative tension from first season. it's like that one teenage couple from high school. there's a 99% chance they won't last, but they're gonna kiss as if they're gonna last lifetimes together. idk. they were funny. to me. so i enjoyed it. (poor ripper tho... i wonder how they'll be in the finale if they get a scene together.)

priyaleb: this one is... ok. i don't outright hate it. personally, though, i find it just a littleeeee bit boring and not needed. i won't lie: there are some tiny points where i'm like, "oh they are so cute actually!" because we get to see priya with this teenage crush, something she probably never got to have due to her upbringing. and her and caleb have these moments of banter that i enjoy. like these specific scenes from eps 6 + 8 had me all smiley:

but overall, i could've lived without this plot. not because priya lasted a long time last season already (i like priya! i'll be sad when she goes!), but because i feel like there's wayyyy more to priya than some miscommunication within a romance plot. like, why are we acting like priya's upbringing was anything healthy? where is the attention on that??? and most of caleb's character is tied to priya at this point. i feel as if i made a caleb compilation of his scenes from this season, most would have him going "ah, gotta make sure i'm in this alliance with priya," or "ah, i have a crush on priya now." this is the farthest a returning first boot has made it—which is huge!—but we're getting a miscommunication plot with him. sigh 💔 maybe we'll get more individual caleb if priya goes home before him, but it still sucks we didn't get to see him as an individual as much.

[thdorkmagnet]

Forgiveness in Three Phases

So this came out of nowhere not gonna lie. Was actually trying to finish a Turtle Tots story but then @somerandomdudelmao Cass Apocalypse series ended and I ended up using that as the fire under my feet to write this. This isn't a fanfic of that series or anything, just a result of me needing to emotionally work out my feelings through writing, so I felt like I should mention the impact it had on me and this story. Regardless, you should read Cass Apocalypse series anyways because it's amazing and everything I ever wanted in a comic and I can't recommend it highly enough! Seriously read it if you haven't! You won't regret it!

As for this story, it's a little bit of an experiment I wanted to try out. This takes place post- ROTTMNT movie and is basically Leo having a talk with each of his brothers about his sacrifice. It seemed like a typical idea for the fandom to explore so I wanted to try something a little different to make it feel a little more unique.

This story is told non-chronologically. It jumps between three different points in time, the talk with Donnie, the talk with Mikey, and the take with Raph. There are points where it intersects but mostly it jumps freely between. I did my best to make it easy to follow but let me know if anyone struggles.

Anyways that's really it. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle belongs to Andy Suriano, Ant Ward, and Nickelodeon. All rights go to them.

“Are you mad at me?” 

“Yes,” Donnie replied instantly, leaning over the machine he was tinkering on, refusing to even look at Leo. 

“No,” Mikey said before his gaze shifted. “Maybe a little.”

Raph sighed, looking so tired and small. “It's more complicated than that, Leo.”

“What you did was stupid, self-sacrificial, and incredibly selfish!” Donnie's teeth were grit together, fingers welding small strips of metal together, causing sparks of light to bounce off his goggles. “What gave you the right to throw your life away like that?! What made you think any of us would be okay with that?!” 

“I'm more sad than mad, really,” Mikey confessed, stirring the broth he was making with shaky hands. His thoughts seemed to be a million miles away, detached from his current self. “I know it was a desperate situation and I know you were just trying to protect us but when that portal closed, I…” Mikey lost his voice, eyes flooding with tears. His gaze finally focused in on his brother. “Why did you have to leave us, Leo?”

“I mean I am mad. I'm furious, Leo! At you, at the Krang, at the whole awful situation we ended up in, all of it!” Raph growled, low and steady, the punching bag he had been mercilessly wailing on a moment before now a crumpled broken heap on the floor. His voice was barely a whisper as he finally added, “But more than that I'm mad at myself.”

“No!” Donnie shouted, cutting off any attempt for Leo to explain himself, slamming a fist so hard on his desk it made the walls rattle. He fully turned to face his brother, goggles still hiding his eyes. “No, I don't want to hear any of your excuses! I don't care that you're the leader! I don't care that you thought there was no other way! I don't care that it was the literal end of the world! I don't care! Nothing you say is ever going to justify me almost losing my twin!” 

“It hurt us! It hurt us all so, so much!” Mikey shouted through his tears, dinner forgotten as he crumpled to his knees. “Raph and Donnie were just so broken. And sad. A-And I just couldn't… I can't-” Mikey threw himself at Leo, clinging to him with all he was worth. He held tight, sobbing and shaking and screaming incoherently as days and weeks of pent-up frustration and sadness bubbled freely to the surface. He held onto Leo so he couldn’t go away again.

Raph looked away, guilt washing over his face like a wave over sand. “I shoulda stopped you. I shoulda done somethin’.” Raph's shoulders slumped, like there was an unseen, oppressive weight pushing him down, threatening to crush him. “I'm the oldest, I'm supposed to keep you guys safe! Not you! It shoulda been me that got sent to the Prison Dimension. Instead, I let you make an impossible decision and it nearly killed you.” 

Donnie finally tugged up his goggles, eyes glassy with falling tears, something small and vulnerable now filling the space between the two brothers. “I thought you died, Leo. For a minute I… I thought you were gone. I mourned you.” There was no anger in his tone anymore. He just sounded sad and broken and so, so tired. He turned back to his invention, whispering. “You made me mourn you, Nardo.”

It took a while before Mikey’s wails sounded like words again. “I can't lose you, Leo! I can't, I can't, I can't! I-I was s-so scared! And the magic hurt so bad! I just wanted to bring you home! Even if it brought Krang back! Even if it killed me! I needed you back!”

Raph plopped on the floor, the weight finally too much for him to stand. Leo sat down too, failing to find the words to say. “I'm sorry, Leo. For not being there for you. And I don't just mean with the Krang, even before that. I thought you just weren't taking anything seriously and showing off like always. I didn't realize how hard it all was for you. I shoulda understood.” He finally met his brother's eye with a tenderness that hadn't been there in so long. “Instead I kept fighting with you and pushing you and pressuring you, instead of just being there and supporting you the way I shoulda been. And maybe if I hadn't said all of that…” Raph let out a deep, soul-crushing sigh. “You wouldn't of sacrificed yourself the way you did.”

Leo crashed into Donnie’s back, burying his head into his torn shell, arms encircling his twin protectively. 

He squeezed Mikey back, letting his own tears fall.

He reached out a hand, placing it over Raph’s own, finally meeting his big brother's eye.

“I'm sorry.”

“Your right, there is no excuse,” Leo admitted, words muffled as he buried himself a little further into the soft leather. “I never should’ve left you like that. I shouldn’t have hurt you or made you… think I was dead.” He choked back a sob, holding his twin just a little tighter. “I didn’t want to make that decision, I wanted to stay with you and Raph and Mikey and eat pizza and watch Jupitor Jim and argue about who’s the best at video games.” He couldn’t hold the sobs back anymore, crying into his twin’s shell, feeling the floodgates of his heart open, drowning him alive. But Donnie was here and there was safety in his presence, so he could keep on breathing. “I didn’t want to die and leave you alone.”

“I’m so sorry, Mikey,” Leo said gently, hands rubbing circles into his baby brother’s shell. “I’m sorry I left. I’m sorry I scared you. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m so sorry.” He kept mumbling soothing words, listening as Mikey’s breathing started to even out and the tears turned into small sniffles and chirps. Still, Leo didn’t release his brother, he just held him close, pouring all the love, comfort, and affection he had to give into their embrace. He felt Mikey return it back tenfold, soaking through his shell and warming him from the inside out. “I’m here now. I’m here. And I’m never leaving you again. I promise. We’re safe Mikey. You’re safe. It’s all over. I’m home.” 

Leo nearly chuckled when Raph gave him a confused look. “What? Why are you so surprised? I thought that’s what you wanted to hear? I mean if anyone here has a lot to apologize for it’s me, not you.” His playful tone turned serious again, giving his big bro an apologetic smile. “Look, I know I haven’t been the easiest person to get along with lately, so I don't really blame you for any of what happened, before or after the end of the world. And you shouldn’t either. Not for a single thing.” 

Donnie suddenly swerved in his chair and pulled Leo tightly to his chest. Leo was so shocked he just sat there frozen for a moment. “I’m not mad at you because of what happened to me, Nardo. I’m mad because of what happened to you. Because you thought your life was worth less than ours and you let yourself get hurt because of it. You nearly died because of it. And because you care so little about yourself, I thought it would help you avoid repeating obvious mistakes to see our perspective as well.” Donnie let out a small breath, resting his chin on Leo’s head, hands gently brushing over his shell. “Though perhaps I went about it the wrong way. Emotions aren’t my strong suit.” 

Leo let out a wet chuckle, pulling away so he could wipe away the stray tears. “Same here. And sorry again… for everything.”

After what felt like a lifetime, Mikey spoke, voice choked and raw but still surprisingly strong. “Okay, I-I think I feel a bit better now.” He broke the hug, staring up at his big brother with misty eyes. “I needed that, I think.”

“We both did,” Leo agreed, kissing him on the top of the head.

Raph didn’t seem convinced, looking down at their hands instead of his brother. “I still shoulda stopped you from going into the Prison Dimension. You got so hurt.”

“Hey, that was my choice to make,” Leo said firmly, giving his brother an intense stare until he met his eye again. “And I don’t regret it. Just like how I know you don’t regret-” The words almost didn’t come and he had to swallow hard to get them out. “-jumping in front of me to save my life. It’s what leaders do.” He squeezed Raph’s hand as tightly as he could. “It’s what brothers do.” 

“Yes, well, just don’t forget we care about you, dummy. Or we’ll be having this conversation again.” There was affection in Donnie’s tone, carefully reaching up to adjust Leo’s mask. However, the smile vanished a second later, hand gripping the mask tails and pulling hard. “And if you ever pull a stupid stunt like that again, I'll have both your legs surgically removed!” 

“And you mean it,” Mikey asked in a soft, anxious tone. “You won’t do that again. Promise?” 

Raph let out a long, pained breath, the tension seeming to leave his body a little, the creases in his brow fading. “Yeah, I guess it is. Just… promise me next time you won’t do it alone. Brothers help each other, too, y’know.” 

Leo nodded, smiling. “I promise.”

Donnie nodded back, accepting the answer, turning back to his invention but allowing Leo to linger.

Mikey beamed brightly, moving back to the stove to try and salvage the burnt broth.

Raph gave his brother a toothy grin, opening his arms up for a hug. Leo melted into it. 

“Soooo, do you forgive me?” 

Donnie hummed in thought. “While I am still notably mad at you, I suppose I can accept your apology. You are lucky you are insufferably endearing.” 

“Yeah I do,” Mikey said with such honesty and conviction it made Leo tear up again. 

“Of course I do, Leo,” Raph rumbled, holding his brother close to his chest. He nuzzled the top of his head. “I already did.” 

Leo hesitated, fearful of what he had to say next. 

“Do you still love me?”

He held his breath, terror more powerful than the Krang or the Prison Dimension pounding against his chest. 

Three brothers stared back and smiled. 

“Always.”

[jaeyunsz]

I want to corrupt subby hoon</3

sunghoon would act all tough and all when he's out with his friends, making his friends think that he's this hard dom that makes you cry in pleasure every time you have sex while he's the one who would be crying, begging to cum when the two of you are alone in the bedroom.

''did you enjoy lying to your friends, hoonie?'' you ask, moving your hand up and down on his hard dick painfully slow. you had this hands cuffed to the bedpost, restraining his movements. ''are you ashamed of being my innocent boy, hm? is that why you keep making up stuff about our sex life?''

sunghoon's face turns red as he lets out needy whimpers. he wants to buck up his hips to meet the movement of your hand but he knows if he does such thing, you would be punishing him. he didn't want to do that today since you were already mad at him.

''i'm sorry...'' he apologizes with a cracked voice. ''i'm sorry, i'll never lie to them again.''

you click your tongue, giving his cock a squeeze. you graze your thumb on his sensitive tip leaking with pre-cum, making him moan. ''you think they'd laugh at you when you tell them truth? oh baby, they would do anything to be in your shoes right now. You should have rubbed it on their faces.'' You say, lowering your head to press kisses on his thighs. ''Do you promise me not to lie again?''

''I won't lie again. I'm your good boy.'' He tells, getting a bit impatient He really needs to feel more. ''Please...''

''Since you're my good boy, tell me what you want Hoonie.''

''Your mouth... Please...'' He begs, his toes curling in anticipation.

''If you lie again, I won't let you cum until I teach you a lesson, got it baby?'' You add, before wrapping your lips around the head of his cock, finally giving what Sunghoon wanted.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Key to Your Heart (Part 15 of 18)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader | The Winter Soldier X Reader

Chapter word count: 1.9 K

Summary: Joining the Avengers wasn't on your plans. Not until Steve asked you to help his best friend. Bucky was Bucky, but the Winter Soldier still came from time ti time, bringing with him chaos and destruction. And you was supposed to keep that side of him away... But what happens when both Bucky and the Winter Soldier start to enjoy your company more than anyone else? Should you turn your back on the Soldier, ignore his own fears and traumas? That's exactly what everyone wants. But you were never known for following orders...

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Celebrations

There's a haze above you, heavy. It surrounds you, like you're underwater, clouding all your senses.

The words don't quite have a meaning anymore. You hear them, someone, talking, speaking, chatting... But everything is distant. Like you're in a huge, open place, like the desert on your first mission, and you have someone calling you from far, far away.

But suddenly, you feel a pull, and you're off the ground, floating until you're on something soft. Underneath you, the mattress is still warm from where your body was minutes ago. Before the news you just received, that you couldn't even process yet.

“(Y/N), you're scaring me.” The voice says, and you focus again, eyes finding Steve. “Are you alright? Do you need me to get Banner?”

“No, I...” Shaking your head, you breathe in. “I'm okay... What was it you said?” It's a stupid question. You heard him very well, you just can't bring yourself to believe it.

“You're pregnant. Six weeks, almost seven.” He mutters, his worried eyes set on you. “How did it happen? Who's the–”

“I got married to the Winter Soldier.” The words just flow out, because you're lost, scared, confused. And this is Steve, your brother, your best friend. And right now, hiding it from him is impossible. “Around four months ago. Right after I got better from the shot. When we spent that week away... That was for the honeymoon. In a cute, nice hotel... Some hours away from New York.”

“You did what?” He stands up, pacing around the room before looking back at you. “How– (Y/N), what the hell?”

“H-he proposed to me. He... He loves me and he was scared to lose me and then I said we should wait but he took it badly and then tried to run away and the thought of him going away made me realize I love him too and–” You stop to breathe, tears rolling down your cheeks. “I said yes. I know this isn't right, and this isn't fair, but Bucky–”

“Bucky is a different person, (Y/N). I'm not questioning his feelings for you, I know he loves you, but this? You had no right.”

“I know.”

“He will be mad, you know he will. He isn't quite comfortable with you and the Winter Soldier hanging out, he's always scared and you do this?” You're crying hard now, sobs shaking your body. “You...” Steve's voice fades, and he goes silent for a while. You feel it when the mattress moves under his weight, and a hand comes to your shoulder, pulling you close. “Please, don't cry. I'm sorry, I just... This isn't ok. You have to tell Bucky.”

“I-I thought it was impossible. That the serum made people sterile so... I never thought about being careful.” Justifying yourself, you wipe some tears away. “And I was going to tell him, I was just waiting for the perfect moment because I was scared but it never came and now... Now...”

“Alright, slow down.” Rubbing your back softly, Steve sighs. “We just need to figure the right way to tell him.”

“No. Not yet.” You burst out, sitting up straight and looking at him. “How am I going to tell him that? I can't.” Covering your face with both hands, you try to control the sobs erupting. Steve hugs you, and you're thankful for having him. You're thankful for having told him the truth, even though you know he won't support you in this lie. Or at hiding this such important information. But he's here, and that's everything you need right now.

“We'll figure this out. Bucky will–”

“(Y/N).” Steve is cut off by both the voice and the door being open.

And knowing who it is, you know what he'll think. So you're fast to crawl off the bed, over to him, cupping his face and taking in his worried eyes. “It's alright, love. Steve and I were just talking about something very important.” You assure him, as the Soldier wipes your tears away with his thumb.

He gives Steve a look, angry, questioning, before setting his eyes on you again. “Talking about what? What could possibly make you cry this much?” Nothing goes past him. The Soldier reads you like an open book, every sentence, word, and letter well exposed to him.

“I'll leave you alone.” Your brother says, giving you a meaningful look before leaving, pulling the door close.

“Soldier, I'm...” Your voice fades, and you push some more tears away when you blink, fingers caressing his beard, rough under your fingertips.

“You're scaring me. What's going on?” His tone is soft, the one he uses only for you. Soft, sweet... You don't want to worry him. The Soldier had had enough worry, enough confusing and horrible situations to deal with. You don't want to be something else for him to worry about.

“I took a blood test and... The reason why I've been feeling so sick is that... I'm pregnant.” The last word comes out in a murmur, almost without a sound. But you know he got it because his eyes change, their shine spread through his face all the way to his lips, curling up in a smile. “A-are you happy?”

“Are you sure about it?” You nod. “I... I'm gonna be a father, I...”

You know what's going on in his head. He doesn't think he can do it, because everything he ever knew was killing, blood, and orders he had no choice but to follow. “Yes. And I'll need you, Soldier. I'll need you with me, because... A baby is a blessing, to both of us. It's something amazing, it's–”

“It's the personification of our love.” He finishes off for you, even though that was not what you were going to say. The Soldier lifts your chin with his fingers and bends over to kiss you. It's slow and caring, warm, like he's trying to tell you all the good things he's thinking. Trying to pass them to you through this gesture of love. “We'll do it together, you and I.” He says once he has pulled away. “But...”

“But?”

“You have to tell him.” Of course, he knows Bucky doesn't know. Except for this lie, this obscuration of the truth, you try to be as honest as possible. So you told Soldier the marriage didn't reach Bucky's ears yet. That you want to wait because what you feel, you feel for both of them. But now... Now it's complicated because the seed that took roots inside you belongs to both of them. They're one, the father of your child. “Sooner rather than later.”

Nodding, you look down, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge. “I will. I just don't know how.”

“His sentiments aren't obscure to me. I can feel it, it flows. And it shows me he loves you too. Maybe just as much as I do.” His words, loving, and passionate, are still odd to the others. But to you... You grew used to them. You love them.

“I just don't know what to do. He'll... He'll feel betrayed. Lied to. I... I don't know.”

“We should have been careful. Even though we thought the serum to have made me incapable of having children.”

“But why would we if we thought that?” Sighing, you start crying again.

“Come here.” He says, at the same moment he pulls you into his lap, until you're on top of him, being held. “You said it yourself. What happened is a blessing. All the rest will be fixed, one way or another. But this–” He touches your stomach. “–This is amazing.”

Smiling through your tears, you kiss him, full on the lips. “I love you.” You mutter through the kiss, arms around his neck. “I love you.” This one is meant for Bucky. You love both.

•••

Even though you know you must say it, you're scared. An Avenger shouldn't be so terrified of something so simple. But you'd rather face the most dangerous of missions instead of doing this.

Bucky is worried, about the sickness and the awkward way you behave with smells that you once liked. And you do your best to look okay, to make him believe you're okay. But there's Steve now, staring, giving you these looks as if telling you this is wrong. And he hurts too because Bucky is his friend. After all, you're scared to death, because of the whole situation. Nat and Wanda know it too. You told them since they were the only ones to know about the marriage, but now, you have three people hovering over you, and to you, it feels judgmental. Because you feel guilty.

Even worse now, with everyone reunited for a dinner. Tony cooked. Tony Stark freaking cooked, and so, everyone came to participate in such an event.

At the crowded table, you play with your dessert, lemon cake, the thing making you sick, as you try to pretend you're fine, keeping up with the conversations. You'd love it, to have everyone around, but there's a tension in the air, from those who know. And it kills you.

“I took him down. That sexist son of a bitch.” Nat says, about her latest mission. “Nothing gives me more pleasure than to beat them up.”

“I agree.” You say, not really paying attention.

“The next mission is ours, right?” Sam asks, gesturing at you.

“No. You and Wanda.” You reply, clearing your throat. Tony knows too. Steve had to let him know so you won't be assigned to any missions. Too much action, getting hit and hurt and shot. Nobody would put you or the baby through such stress.

“Why?”

“Because this one might be too dangerous. She's still a junior Avenger.” Tony explains, taking a sip from his drink. He's putting it down when lighting and thunder rip through the compound, but it doesn't scare you. You're growing used to it. “Who could it be?” Tony asks in his typical sarcastic tone.

It doesn't take much for Thor to appear, a bright smile on his lips. “I see you didn't wait for me to start the celebrations.” He chants, voice cheerful. “But here I am.” Excusing himself, he moves to his place at the table but doesn't sit. Serving himself some drink, he raises his hand. “Here's to the first baby Avenger!” He yells, and you freeze.

“Baby Avenger?” Bucky asks from his place next to you.

“Thor, shut it,” Steve warns, but it won't help.

You know what he's talking about, and for a second, you wonder how.

But then it clicks. The gatekeeper.

Heimdall saw the little life growing inside you.

“And to the new parents! May this baby brighten your day, and your lives.” Thor continues, and you feel like throwing up. No, not like this. Please, not like this.

“Who–”

“Bucky and (Y/N).” Thor cuts your boyfriend shut, his glass pointing at both of you. “Congratulations.” And then, he drinks.

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[francis-writes]

Request: "I don’t know if your still taking requests but if you are can I request a oneshot for Ramsey Bolton x reader where the reader is a maid and they usually don’t get in long and hate each other and Ramsey plays all these psychological cruel games just to torment her but one day the reader is injured and Ramsay treats her injury’s and they start to have a Conversation and durring the Conversation she accidentally and subtly implies one of the reasons she’s always hated him was she was attracted to him and Ramsey see this and tries to seduce her over pride over himself and just for the sake of it and the reader doesn’t want to because he’s a bad person and it’s immoral but eventually gives In ?"

Warnings: Ramsay is a warning himself

You tried to look unmoved - you didn’t want to give him satisfaction of seeing your weakness - but when Ramsay tightened the bandage on your leg before tying it, you groaned in pain. Of course, he smiled. What else could you expect from this cruel bastard? Even though he decided to take care of your injury himself, what was quite surprising, you were sure it wasn’t out of good will and Bolton was just playing one of his games to torment you later. You regretted that your Lord saw how one of the servants tripped and poured boiled water on your leg. Now you were alone with him in your room, completely on his mercy. You wouldn’t even be able to run away, because your leg hurt as hell.

“If it comforts you, I already ordered to whip that idiot who hurted you” said Ramsay “He won’t make the same mistake ever again”

“You’re too merciful, my Lord, I am just a simple maid” you replied, trying not to show your disgust. Sure, you were mad at this stupid servant. He could be more careful and you wouldn’t now feel as if your leg were burning. But on the other hand, you wouldn’t wish your greatest enemy to fall into the hand of Ramsay. Even if he said it was “only” whipping, who could tell if he wouldn’t think about other punishment later?

“You’re not just a simple maid. You’re my favourite maid”

You knew very well it was a lie. Ramsay hated you as much as you hated him or at least that’s what you thought. It was hard to say if he really liked anybody unless abuse and tortures were signs of liking.

“How did I deserve your favour, my Lord?” you smiled. After years of working in the castle, falsehood became your second nature.

“You’re one of the prettiest girls in this castle, for example”

You trembled. Maybe in other situation, with other person, you would enjoy the compliment but you knew well how usually ended up girls which Ramsay found pretty.

“I'm flattered… but I’m sure that young handsome Lord like you has lots of far prettier than me, well-born ladies waiting ‘til you look at them”

Well, maybe you went a bit too far, but it wasn’t a complete lie. As much as you hated yourself for it and tried to suppress your feelings, you couldn’t deny that he was handsome. Such a terrible soul should have equally terrible vessel but maybe it was another trick of nature; maybe Ramsay was like those predatory plants, alluring insects with their beauty.

“Don’t play these games on me. You’re a very smart girl but you won't fool me with your flattery” he leaned back in the chair and observed you carefully. You couldn’t guess what he was thinking but his silence was usually a bad omen. Actually, he was a bad omen in general.

“I’m completely honest, my Lord. I’ve seen many man but hardly anyone was as handsome as you and it sometimes terrifies me”

Gods, why couldn’t you bite your tongue? Pain had to cloud your mind.

Ramsay observed you carefully. Were you speaking the truth? He always had an impression that you hated him - he didn’t care about it, everybody hated him - but you were hiding it well - like everybody who cherished their own life. Was there any place for other feelings under all this distaste? Very possible, Ramsay thought. Lust and hatred are often intertwined with each other.

He wanted you to break and admit it. But in this case, he would have to use different methods than usually while forcing people to his plans.

Ramsay leaned over. You instinctively moved your head back and pressed it into the pillow which caused little smile  from him

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked quietly.

You were wondering frantically what to say. There was no safe answer.

“N-no, my Lord”

“And you should be” he said and kissed you. You were too shocked to protest, it wouldn’t probably help you anyway. You could only hope that Ramsay won’t hurt you… badly.

He was kissing you with surprising hunger as if he waited for it for a long time. As if he didn’t just didn’t fuck new kitchen maid a few hours ago (news travel fast between servants). He was biting your lips and you could swear you tasted blood. His hand slided under your lifted up dress. Ramsay started caressing your breast - but maybe better word would be squeezing. What was even worse, you found this situation arousing. You felt as if the room suddenly got warmer, and you could feel the familiar wetness between your legs.

Ramsay started sucking on your neck and you couldn’t stop yourself from gasping. The quiet song didn’t escape man’s attention.

“I didn’t expect it would go so easy with you” His hand went lower, finding your private area - which was already soaking wet “It seems that you really enjoy it”

He crawled on the top of you and placed himself between your legs. You didn’t even protest but  spreaded them and wrapped them around his waist.

He pulled off his member and gave it a few strokes until it got hard. You wanted to keep at least a bit of your crumbling dignity but you couldn’t stop stare at it. He was a terrible person, you tried to remind yourself. He would skin you alive without batting an eye. But he also had a really impressive dick.

Ramsay started teasing your clit and entrance with his cock, dragging it up and down your pussy. You were waiting with excitement for him to get in but instead of fulfilling your desires, Ramsay asked

“Do you really want this?”

You looked in his eyes and nodded.

“No” he grabbed your chin when you wanted to look aside “I want to hear it from you. You need to beg me if you want it”

You swallowed your saliva. It wasn’t something you ever planned to do, but now you weren’t going to give up the pleasure.

“Please, my Lord” you whispered “I want you”

“Louder”

“Please, my Lord, I need you inside of me. I want you to fuck me”

He smiled and without a warning entered you. You gasped. At first it was painful but with each another thrust, you got used to his size and it became pleasurable.

[explosionshark]

2, 17, 19 violence! for btvs xoxo

Oughh I went off the rails we're putting this behind a cut

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

Okay, well. Switch Fuffy Rights, actually. But also - I genuinely think the dynamic of Faith subbing for Buffy/Buffy dominating Faith packs the most punch bc I think it's so much of a Statement about their relationship. (Obligatory disclaimer about how discussing fictional sexual dynamics as narrative tools is different from talking about ppl having sex irl yada yada yada). Like - Buffy being someone who enjoys rough sex and likes being in control and whose 'darker' urges she spends so much time running away from/being shamed for being like accepted and valued and affirmed for these parts of her is incredibly important to me! Obviously I find this especially interesting to deal with in the context of Buffy also accepting her bisexuality but y'know! I think that's important if you're writing her with anyone. Fundamentally, Buffy is comfortable with her desire for intimacy but struggles with desiring non-conventional sex.

Faith is the inverse of that! It's pretty easy to link this back to the sexual abuse she's implied to have experienced as well as the physical childhood abuse she's implied to have experienced but Faith is a character that is driven by the need to 1) protect herself and 2) provide for herself. She approaches her relationships defensively! The kind of no-strings, casual sex with men we see her have is a result of that. She's comfortable with sex, but terrified of intimacy and true vulnerability. Also I do think she's straight up lying about some of her exploits.

So! If we're putting Faith in a relationship with Buffy where she feels safe to express trust, it's going to include submission. Buffy's attention is already something she deeply craves. And Buffy, we've seen, can only flourish in relationships where she has the freedom to not hold herself back for someone else's comfort. And especially given the rest of their history I think that type of power exchange is so compelling.

I mean, chances are you already knew this bc I wrote an 80k+ word manifesto about it but still

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Erotically charged scar-touching

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Y'know I won't lie, I'm not immune to a bit of whump from time to time. Like, Buffy's trauma happens on screen over the course of 7 seasons. We get to see pretty much all of it. When it comes to Faith - this girl is CLEARLY the product of massive amounts of abuse and exploitation and much of it is hinted at, but it's never really explored. So I can appreciate it when a fic is willing to acknowledge the fact that she's a victim of multiple forms of abuse and to explore how those things impact her.