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[applctini]

IT'S THE BIG DICK IN CHARGE, THE ULTIMATE BAD BOY !!

feel free to reblog or like !! this post to be followed by an indie lucifer morningstar from hazbin hotel. we're looking for people to interact with !! sinners and saints are welcome, minors will gently be blocked however !!

penned by star ( follows come from caelcstis !! )

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

Hello!!! I've been binge reading all your tgcf stuff and I'm literally obsessed with your writing!!

I was wondering if I could request some headcanons for shi qingxuan with a savage ranked ghost who's super intimidating but he's actually very sweet? Like he's taller and a lot more muscular than the wind master (but not stronger? Idk if this even makes sense, I'm genuinely tweaking).

Also uh, (if it doesn't make you uncomfortable) could you make it mostly nsfw headcanons?

please and thank you! I love your writing!!

Guy exe.

Shi Qingxuan x M!reader

Here you go!!! I hope you like it ☺️���

I immediately thought of this song when I read your request 😁

Now you said that reader isn't strong so Im assuming he's the bottom?🤔 I decided to make Shi Qingxuan a power bottom so I hope you're okay with that

Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight OOC

Made up scenarios

Short

NSFW!

Language: cunt, tits, dick, all of the above your honor.

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Shi Qingxuan adores his ghost lover!

A savage rank ghost, who is cold and intimidating at first glance but is actually a sweetheart!

He adores you very much!

You care for him so much and take such good care of him.

At first glance people think you're definitely in charge of the relationship

You're big and strong, you're much taller compared to Shi Qingxuan in his male and female form.

But they are so so wrong

It may look like that in public but it's much different in the bedroom.

Whatever form Shi Qingxuan takes on he's definitely the one in charge

You're still weaker than him so pinning you down and sitting on your dick without struggle isn't hard

And he makes sure to remind you of that even though you're the one rearranging his guts.

Sure your dick makes Shi Qingxuan moan and cry in pleasure but he's the one pushing you down in bed and telling you to fuck him good.

Whether that be his ass or his cunt

Since Shi Qingxuan is comfortable with both forms that means more possibilities!

In female form She loves to tease you and flaunt her breasts, sometimes if you're good she'll let you you fuck her tits.

She'll sit on your face or let you eat her out if you want.

The best part? You don't need to breathe so she can sit on your face for hours, you can eat her out for hours until she's cumming over and over.

He'll let you suck his dick to if you want but he'd rather you fuck face him

You having a muscular build means you definitely have a monster of a dick and Shi Qingxuan loves slobbering all over it.

You're an absolute sweetheart in bed and you listen so well Shi Qingxuan just can't say no to you.

Point is he loves you very much even and he loves how people misinterpret your guy's relationship

He loves when they guess wrong so later in the night he can prove you're the submissive one out of the two of you

☺️

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Pegging with Laura Kinney

A/N: Next fic of Kinktober, let’s gooooo!

This one was changed due to this request. I hope I got enough femdom in for you, anon. I’m not very good at it though 😬

Also, bold italics are Spanish. Amor means love and Señor Guapo means Mister Handsome

Written with a male!Reader in mind

Link to masterlist here

CW: language; sex toys; Laura has a big (fake) dick; explicit sexual content; smut; planned sex; ass play; ass fucking; pegging; kissing; doggy style; actual lube is used; temperature play, sort of?; anal fingering; mild spanking/smacking; belly bulge, sorta; dirty talk; tiny smidge of aftercare; talk of future rounds; cuddling; probably ooc Laura

1206 words

“Holy fuck, Laura! Where’d you even buy that thing?” You gawk at the strap on she’s putting on. You’ve seen some big ones before, but not like this. This one’s massive, thick and stout. It’s almost intimidatingly big.

Almost.

She smirks at you as she works at the buckles. “You like it, amor? I bought it just for you.”

“Where…?” Part of you doesn’t even want to know where she found it. The other part of you is way too eager for your own good.

You can feel your dick twitching, already starting to firm up and she’s just getting ready. It’s a little embarrassing how excited you are, and the way she eyes you only adds to the arousal.

You shiver at the look on her face. Almost sadistically hungry, with an air of excitement that nearly rivals your own. She’s been planning this for months. Planning and buying, even going so far as to prep you.

You know you can take it. She’s fucked you with bigger toys than that. But it’s a new sort of thrill for tonight.

She’s going to fuck your ass. With a strap on this time, instead of just a toy. It’s as close to her actually fucking you as you can get. It’s something you’ve dreamed about for ages. You’ve cum multiple times to the thought alone. And now your dream is coming true.

She finishes putting on the strap on and leans in to kiss you. It’s not soft; all tongue and teeth. You love every moment.

You whimper into her mouth as her hand starts to stroke your dick. Just feather-light touches. Just teasing you. You’re so full of excitement, so eager and waiting, that every touch feels heightened.

You could probably cum just from her touch alone.

But that’s not why you’re there. You’re there to get fucked.

“Please, Laura,” you whine. “I can take it. You know I can.”

“Oh, Señor Guapo thinks he’s in charge tonight,” Laura mocks, but there’s no bite to her tone. With a scoff, she pushes you lightly. “Stop waiting around then. On your hands and knees.”

You obey, anticipation building in your veins. “You can be mean, okay? I can take it.”

She scoffs again as she grabs the bottle of lube, pouring some onto her fingers. “You’re not in charge here tonight. I’ll be as mean as I want, regardless. You’re mine tonight, and I’m going to have fun with you.”

You shiver, keeping your gaze turned on her. You shift your position, moving onto your elbows with your ass in the air. It’s not her favorite position, but it’s close.

She hums appraisingly, pressing her cool fingers to your asshole. You yelp at the temperature difference, automatically squirming away. She smacks your thigh, a low growl in her throat. “Stop it. Behave.”

You nod and brace against the cold.

She coats your asshole in lube, just circling the rim with her fingers. Teasing you again.

It feels good. Once the lube warms up, you find yourself pressing back into the touch. A small sound escaping your lips.

She eases a finger inside, rubbing at your walls. Slowly working you up to two, then three, then four fingers. It’s a little bit of a stretch, but you enjoy the challenge. Taking her fingers is the easy part.

Once you’re prepped enough, she removes her fingers. Making you whine at the loss. But she’s quick to smack your ass, making you yelp and fall quiet.

“So needy,” she scolds. “Just be patient!”

Being patient feels like a crime when you’re so eager for her. Your dick is throbbing, the excitement only adding to your arousal.

You twist to watch as she lubes up the strap on, getting it nice and slick. She catches you staring and growls in warning. You face forward again, anticipation growing.

Finally, she moves. One hand presses hard between your shoulders, pushing you down against the mattress. She presses the tip of the strap on to your asshole, a smirk in her voice. “You ready, amor?”

You nod frantically, already trying to squirm back to feel more. “Yes, yes, yes— Oh, fuck!”

She presses in harshly, not giving you a moment to adjust. The sound you make is obscene, loud and keening.

It feels huge inside you. Stretching you out so deliciously. Making you gasp and cry out as she starts to thrust.

And when she shifts her position, practically mounting you, the tip hits that perfect spot inside you. Pleasure slams into your brain, making you dizzy and breathless.

Your whines become louder, more frantic as she fucks you hard. Never fully pulling out; just thrusting the strap on deeper and deeper with each go.

You can practically feel it in your guts. One of her hands moves to your stomach, feeling for the slight bulge of the strap as she continues to pound into you. She presses down on the spot, making you moan loudly. It’s so fucking hot, and she knows it.

“Can you feel me?” She snarls, just as out of breath as you are. “Feel how deep I am inside you? That’s my fucking cock, amor. And you’re going to take it all.”

You could cum from her voice. From her filthy words. You could literally pass out from pleasure. All you can do is just whine, letting her fuck you as hard as she wants.

She fucks you deeper and deeper, until her hips as smacking against your ass with each thrust. Until she’s bottoming out, stuffing you full.

You feel deliriously good. Floating on cloud nine. Everything’s coming through a haze of delight. Her growled words. Her grip on your hips. You’re barely aware of the babble coming from your own lips. Incoherent strings of thank you and please and curses.

You need to cum so bad, but you don’t dare without her permission. You’re so close to the edge. So fucking close.

Finally, she lowers her lips to your ear, her voice a breathless croon. “Cum for me, amore. Cum on my big, fat cock.”

You whimper and cum so hard your vision spots black. Your ears ring and you feel woozy, collapsing onto the bed.

She pulls out, leaving you moaning weakly at the loss. You feel so empty now. So open and vulnerable.

After a few long moments, she joins you on the bed. Pulling you into her arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You alright?”

You nod weakly, snuggling into her. You tuck your face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her comforting musky smell. “I dunno if I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”

Your words are a little slurred, the aftershocks of pleasure still running through you.

She smirks. “That was the goal, right? Best fuck if your life?”

“Oh, without a doubt.” You lift your head to kiss her. Eagerly, but softly. “When can we go again?”

She laughs and rubs your back a little. A mischievous glint in her eyes. “Whenever you’re ready, amor. That toy’s not going anywhere.”

You sigh with satisfaction and relax against her again. Maybe you can squeeze in another round in a few hours… If you’re not too sore by then.

[trigger-happy-in-red]

Name: Red Hood

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Unlabeled Queer. Pan is the closest label.

Age: 22

Meta: idk

Lives In: The Alley

Occupation: Alleged Crime Lord

Vices: Smokes if he’s extremely stressed

I work with @the-only-nightwing and @the-coolest-red-robin (they’re brothers your honor)

@the-second-boy-wonder is my little brother (ahem. His brother-son)

@cant-have-shit-in-gotham is one of my henchmen (the same ooc runs both accounts)

@shakespeares-favorite-goon is one of my goons

@stitches-stitches-stitches is my newest henchman. He lives with me.

@back-in-blood works for me (legally)

@flying-graysons-fan and @number1-red-robin-stan are squatting in my favorite safehouse

@super-duper-superboy is from metropolis. He got into my safehouse and won’t leave.

This is an RP Account!

[Interaction rules below the cut, at the very bottom, just above my various tags]

Appearance:

Under the helmet: (specific scars not shown here: small chunk missing in upper right ear, big-ass batarang scar across his throat, palm scar from brotherhood oath) He’s about 6’4.

I have no artistic skill. I did not draw those. Credit goes to the actual artists.

What’s Canon for This Jason?

-Orphaned at (barely) 8

-Taken in by B at (almost) 11

-Adopted by B at 13 (Name change to Todd-Wayne)

-Saved Wil from a gang at 14 (W is 12)

-Killed at (barely) 15

-Buried next to shelia (gravestone reads Jason Peter Todd)

-Revived 6mo later (kinda braindead)

-Talia found him a few weeks after that

-He was put in charge of protecting Damian, Talia tried to get him to heal naturally (D is 2)

-Ra’s got impatient

-Talia bargained for use of the Pits

-Damian and Jason swear an oath of brotherhood

-eventually Jason goes back to Gotham (J is 17)

-Takes over crime and drugs and shit (D is supposed to be sent over just as J gets control. He’s trying to make it safer for his brother)

-NO FUCKING TITANS TOWER INCIDENT

-well ok, he goes there and tries to scare Tim out of being Robin, but it’s 99% posturing and “warnings” and 1% punching a hole in a wall (Tim does not get hurt, and Jason does not try to hurt him. Because I said so)

-Meets and hires Wil at 18 (W is 16)

-The batarang-throat incident did happen. His goons had to peel him off the cement and take him to Doc Thompkins. Jason flatlined three times. (Wil was among them) (J is 19, W is 17)

-Goons are now super protective of him btw. Esp the ones that were there.

-Talia decides not to send D to B when she hears.

-Yk that time when Batman drugged Jason with something so that every time his adrenaline got going he’d get pumped full of fear? that ALMOST happened here. The needle was to his neck when the other birds interrupted.

Also canon are

-Jason is some kind of mixed heritage of vaguely Spanish-speaking descent. Passes for white in Gotham (where there’s no sun) but if he tans at all he doesn’t anymore.

-Jason speaks. So Many languages.

-Jason Al Ghul

-GoodMom!Talia who couldn’t do enough to help her sons

-BadParent!Bruce who gets better with each kid (so, bad for dick, barely better for jason, slightly better for tim, decent for cass and duke) but the previous kids don’t reap the rewards (so still bad for dick and jason, slightly better for tim, etc)

-GoodBrother!Dick

-Jason loves Wonder Woman

He has PTSD! Woooo! (Btw shamelessly stealing “Proper Gotham Parent” (making it proper family tho) and the “PTSD-attack-make-him-think-he’s-bleeding-out(from batarang)-again” from Alley Business by thetiniestteapot on Ao3

The trigger list may change over time

He’s also got claustrophobia (worsened if it’s dark)

main triggers are: the feel of silk (esp purple/red), manic laughter, batarangs/similar weapons flying towards him, the joker, being called a monster and doing/saying/someone thinks he did ‘monstrous’ things

minor triggers are: the smell of mahogany, constant beeping/ticking, Batman’s disappointed-pleading-angry voice, the smell of stale-wet dirt (esp mixed with blood)

(Also- I don’t have ptsd, so if I fuck something up, tell me and I’ll fix it)

Who Does he Consider Family?

Alfred- Grandfather. will admit it, has admit it.

Talia- Mom. likes to reference her vaguely as his Mom or T

Catherine- she may be dead, but she was his Ma.

Dick- older brother, but only admits it to Dick or other family. Has admit it to Dick.

Cass- sort-of-twin sister, also wouldn’t outright admit it, but she Knows.

Tim- little brother. will only admit it to people who are very close to Jason or very close to Tim. has admit it.

Damian- little brother. will admit it, hasl admit it to. calls him habibi and ahki.

Jay Todd, Robin- his son. will admit it, has admit it. calls him Little Red

Morel- his kid.

To a lesser extent:

Steph, Duke, and Babs, as family-of-my-family

His goons, in a distant sort of way

The Alley kids, in a distant sort of way

Not even remotely:

Shelia, Bruce, Ra’s

(I don’t speak any language other than English. I’m using Google translate and fanfics. Please correct me.)

Rules for Interacting:

1) Please talk to me. I am cripplingly lonely.

2) Cussing, NSFW, etc. is fine

3) Dont ship this Jason with anyone. I’ve got plot to do. (Jokes are fine, just not incestual/psudo iscestual, r@pe/non con, or outside of his age group)

4) My brain can be a little funky sometimes—dm me before you send me an (unprompted) rp ask. This is to give me an idea of what’s going on. (N & Z are exempt) I have the right to not rp with you if my brain isn’t vibing with it.

Plot tags:

Welcome to Gotham Arlo - back-in-blood centered

Part X of my Tragic Backstory - cant-have-shitin-gotham centered

batfam without the bat - centered around Hood’s family (or not-family)

red hood’s goons - centered around or includes Jason's goons.

Character interaction tags:

fuck you b - chain includes the original (bad) Bruce/Batman, directly or as a major theme

batdad ftw - chain includes the new (good) Bruce/Batman, directly or as a major theme

pushing my mobwife Wil propaganda - chain includes my oc Wilbur “Wil” “Greenie” Jacobs, directly or as a major theme. This is also mostly under “#600000k word slowburn” until I fix it.

big wing and little wing - chain includes Dick/N, directly or as a major theme

gotham’s bookclub - chain includes E, directly or as a major theme

stitching together a family - chain includes Stitches, directly or as a major theme

daddy issues (billionaire edition) - chain includes Kon/Superboy, directly or as a major theme

one r two r red r blue r - chain includes Tim/RR, directly or as a major theme

they can cook! - chain includes Bernard, directly or as a major theme

robin hood? in dc? - chain includes Damian/R5, directly or as a major theme

little red and big red - chain includes Jay/R2, directly or as a major theme

dad the squeakquel - chain includes Morel, directly or as a major theme

[letstrywritingmaybe]

This is getting too long and wordy so I’m gonna hide my thoughts under the cut but I’m talking about the most recently uploaded CoAi fic on ao3

The most recently uploaded CoAi fic on ao3 is making me feel a type of way and idk if it’s good or bad… like cool that the author is really a canon shipper? And was able to write for a ship that isn’t one they normally ship (in this case it’s almost the opposite considering we still have ship wars even though it’s 2023 people!)

I was very wary when I decided to take the plunge and read it cause I’ve been burned before and it pissed me off, but I did it to myself so I didn’t leave hateful comments cause again we are in charge of our own fandom experiences. No one forced me to read anything.

Anyways, it wasn’t awful? Like I really expected a lot of bashing towards my queen, but there wasn’t really… it was tagged correctly too like yeah definitely felt the ooc, but like it wasn’t terrible… idk I just don’t know what to make of it. Do I comment??? See this is why I like to keep my fangirling and writing separate, cause it was so much easier just being a reader and not have to deal with also being a fellow writer.

Ugh, idk man, I’m just confused. Cause on the one hand I did not like it enough to comment and I don’t force myself to when I didn’t vibe with it, but on the other I am just so fascinated! Like who are you? And why are you low key in my head?

Cause listen, I have debated with myself back and forth over whether or not to write the canon ship break up album fic (aka red cause that is a breakup album to the max which is why I don’t associate it with CoAi), and obviously I would tag the canon ship and make it clear that I am a CoAi shipper and yeah I would also post it anonymously but solely because I don’t want anything to do with the canon ship to show up on my writing profile. I’m not a multishipper and even if I was it certainly would never include the canon ship, the longer it drags on the more annoyed I get with them. So now that I see someone actually doing basically what I would’ve done but flipped, I’m like… idk man.

It feels weird, but I’m pro self indulgent writing and I know sometimes there are stories you want to tell even if it doesn’t fit your normal narrative. Like you guys will not believe how much I’ve had to push away all the scenes in the red album fic cause I can see it so vividly in my mind and I have it all plotted out in chronological order, literally it would be so easy to write for me. But I don’t do it and this is exactly why!

Like is this overstepping a boundary? I mean it’s weird right? But also who am I to stop someone from writing their story that they felt they had to get out? So then is it really okay for me to do so too… but this is one single fic. Mine would be a collection of 29 (31 if I include eyes open and safe and sound but the original plan did not have those, cause I think hunger games when I hear them) song fics. If I’m feeling weird over one fic from a canon shipper, I can only imagine how weirded out they would feel about me posting a 29 (31?) chaptered fic with the big disclaimer that hey, I’m a CoAi shipper who’s just here again and again.

Look I preach basic fandom etiquette, ship and let ship, stay in your lane. The two most important rules, besides the whole not being a dick rule that everyone should just follow as a general guide in life. Would I be staying in my lane if I did write the red album fic the way I envisioned? Is this why I’m feeling conflicted over this anonymous canon shipper posting their fic? Idk, and there really isn’t a right answer. But it does make me want to reach out and pick their brain, like what courage must you have to do this and to care enough about this story that you had to put out. I applaud you for that, and I’m glad you did it. Cause again I’m all about self indulgent writing, but didn’t it feel awful to write this too?

Cause the big difference between this fic and the one I want to write is that this canon shipper gave CoAi a happy ending. I am not so gracious, red is the ultimate breakup album to me so it will not end well for the canon ship, the last song is literally All Too Well ten minutes version, come on. There’s no way this ends well if this is the song for the last chapter.

But it’s not like I can tag it CoAi when it literally would have almost nothing to do with them. It’s a very Ran centric fic and all about her woes with her doomed romance with her childhood sweetheart. I hate when people tag multiple ships, like yeah I get it cause they’re mentioned and it does talk about them, but I’m not a multi shipper and I strictly read fics for my ship. Specifically ones that end well for them, so I really don’t like clicking onto a fic only to find that my ship doesn’t end up together or worse, the canon ship stays canon.

Again though, it’s my own preference and I don’t go around making it the author’s problem cause it’s their fic. I could’ve clicked out at any point, there’s no need to leave nasty comments or talk shit. Clearly it wasn’t written for me, I can’t appreciate it, I’m not the target audience.

Okay yeah I think I’m leaning towards staying put and not writing my fic. I’ve no doubt I could write it just fine, but who is this for? Me? Cause I don’t even want it since I get so triggered by the canon ship now a days. Case in point look at how long this rant got. Really who would even want to read this fic? One person if I’m lucky, so it’s not worth it. Granted I’ve never cared and still don’t care about who reads my fics. I write primarily for myself, and if just the thought of possibly writing it is stressing me out this much then I should just keep it buried. But it’s always in the back of my mind, just pestering me. Ugh.

Phew okay that was so much projecting, and I don’t even feel any better. This was just a lot of rambling and for basically nothing cause I’ve resolved nothing. Anyways, whoever you are canon shipper author, I’m happy for you. It really is dope that you decided to tell this story even though it’s not your ship. Okay time for sleep now

[owlswritingcafe]

Mango Yogurt Bingsu (Summertime Saddness Collab)

Warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS DNI. TIMESKIP KENMA IS USED IN THE FIC, HE IS 25 AND NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL.

Reader: Gender Neutral + AFAB Switch Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Genre: Smut, Oneshot

Content Warning + Trigger Warnings: Slight neglect (at the start), Daddy kink, exactly one (1) spank, unprotected sex, Oral sex (male receiving) while playing video games, public sex (but empty beach), cowgirl position, reader is called baby, Character might be too ooc

Summary: His face was practically a centimeter away from the screen, you were more surprised the man didn’t need any glasses because of the way he plays. Or maybe he does and has been in denial for a couple years. Either way, his eyes should be on you right now, not that damn game. Currently, you two were under the beach umbrella. The familiar voice of a certain Italian plumber accompanied by the Delfino Plaza music snuck into your ears.

Are you serious right now?

This is my Kenma contribute to the “Summertime Saddness” Collab hosted by @mitsuyaa​ ! The Souya/Angry fic will be posted soon after! I am honored to be a part of this collab!

After copious amounts of begging, you managed to convince your lazy boyfriend to come with you to the beach. The only condition being you driving there instead of him and honestly you would have done anything to go to the beach at the time.

You got the idea when you dropped off his usual snacks during his stream and saw his character on the beach. Even though it was all polygons and code on screen, it really did make you wish you were there too. After your boyfriend’s stream, you asked him if he wanted to go to the beach and not just virtually. 

He said ‘no’. 

But, that didn’t stop you from begging and bothering him for the next couple days until he finally caved in. He can only resist your big doe eyes for so long. Soon after, you bought yourself the cutest swimsuit you could find. You couldn’t wait to show Kenma and surprise him once you’re there, and while you were at it, you could collect some seashells and rocks. You could barely sleep a wink last night, you were too excited! 

After all, it’s been quite a while since the two of you have been on a date. Alone at least. Yeah, you two going to conventions together would technically count as a date. But you’ve been wanting to go somewhere where it’s really just the two of you. Plus, you hated when the larger groups of people asked for a picture with your boyfriend. Yeah, it’s expected but it doesn’t make you any less annoyed when it happens.

Driving by the (surprisingly empty) beach side, the sight of it all only made you more ecstatic. You two could gather shells together, get something sweet to share, or maybe you two can go for a little swim (it is a beach after all).

But the biggest thing that’s stopping you right now… 

Is your boyfriend with his nose deep in his switch. 

His face was practically a centimeter away from the screen, you were more surprised the man didn’t need any glasses because of the way he plays. Or maybe he does and has been in denial for a couple years. Either way, his eyes should be on you right now, not that damn game. Currently, you two were under the beach umbrella. 

The familiar voice of a certain italian plumber accompanied by the Delfino Plaza music snuck into your ears. 

…

Is he being serious right now?

He is literally playing a summer beachy game while at the beach. Not only that, but he hasn’t spared you even a single glance since you two got out of the car. You had to hold his arm and guide him so he didn’t get hit by a car or something on the way from the parking lot.

“So, uh, did you wanna take a dip in the water or somethin’, kit kat?” Kenma only gave you a dismissive noise, way too focused on his game to properly answer you. 

God, this was irritating you too much.

Since you’re here, you can at least get one thing off this trip’s to-do list and collect some seashells. 

Coming back, you’ve managed to find quite the haul of pretty things (while also making sure none of them was something’s home). Plus, it’s been an hour, Kenma might be done playing his switch and is ready to join you!

Maybe.

… 

Okay, very unlikely. But, you’d never know! There could even be the smallest chance your boyfriend finally isn’t looking at his game and-

He is still playing the game.

The same game at that. Is he mocking you at this point? 

Judging by the music coming from the handheld game, he’s on one of the jet pack-less stages and the increasingly irritated expression on his face means he’s been on that stage for a while. You put the pile of shells and rocks to the side, next to the large beach towel so it won’t be in the way

“Hey, kit-kat, do you wanna go in the water now? Or maybe we can grab something sweet?” Like before, you only got a dismissive grunt in response. Albeit, a bit more grumpy sounding. You pouted, this trip was supposed to be just the two of you and now you’re a third wheel to that damn game. You can’t fully blame him when it’s at a party or something (you’ve done that before after all) but it’s just the two of you, he could at least take a break for a few hours just to spend with you!

Suddenly, the most perfect idea popped into your head. Luckily for the two of you, the beach was almost empty and you two were basically secluded from everyone. The last thing you want is for the police to arrest you two on your date for indecency… 

Kenma let out a little squeak as he felt you pull down his swim trunks. For the first time since the car ride, he looked away from the game to look at what you were doing.

“Hey, wait a sec-” You cut your boyfriend off by placing a finger in his lips to shut him up and give him the most irritating smile he’s ever seen on you.

“Ken-ken, let’s play a game. If you win this stage and hold back then you can keep playing that game, but if you cum or get a game over, you need to put that away for the rest of the day ‘till we’re back home, kay?” Kenma gave you a puffed up pout in response to your sweet tone.

“Dummy, I can’t concentrate on anything, let alone the game!” 

It wasn’t a question. 

It was a command.

Your fake smile quickly disappeared. Only a blank expression was left on your face that practically tore into his soul. Honestly, that expression was worse than if you were just yelling at him. It’s been quite a while since you’ve gotten this irritated with him that he’s forgotten who was actually in charge in the relationship.

Kenma gulped as he restarted the stage. This was his last life. He managed to get enough just before it, but this damn stage ate through them all like it was a snack! The man shivered as he felt the air touch his dick. When was the last time he actually jacked off? He’s been with you so long that he doesn’t really do that anymore. Plus, he isn’t some hormonal teen anymore, so getting horny wasn’t something he felt often. 

Well, not as often as before.

You didn’t really prepare much for this aspect of the trip, but it should be fine. You spat a hefty amount of spit onto your hand and started to gently but firmly grasp Kenma’s cock. Right now, you’re gunna focus on getting your boyfriend hard.

Unfortunately for him, that’s not going to be difficult for you. The stage just started and he’s already at full attention with just a few pumps. He doesn’t have the longest dick compared to the other boys but the girth sure as hell makes up for it. Kenma was doing his best to not just close his eyes and relish the feeling of your hand on his dick. God, has it been that long since the last time you two have done it? Looks like he’s as sensitive as his younger self, it’s like the first time you two have done the deed again. 

A gasp fell from his lips as he felt the warmth of your mouth surrounding his cock. It was so wet and warm around him, he almost fell off a platform in the game. That was a close one… A second later and he would have gotten a game over. The lewd sounds you made along with the wet noises that accompanied you almost made him cum on the spot though… 

Kenma can just barely make out the way you were slowly bobbing your head up and down his cock, the switch was covering most of the view for him. He would love to put it down, but knowing you, you would add another rule that he can’t watch you and force him to look at only the game. 

Kenma continued through the game slowly, trying to be as cautious as possible through the stage. Honestly, he looked even more focused than any of his streams, you were worried he was going to pop a blood vessel. Or even bite his lips too hard since he’s been biting it after trying to hide that first gasp. You bobbed your head a bit faster, you could already tell he was getting closer. Kenma started to breathe faster as your pace quickened. At this rate he was going to cum soon!

In the midst of the chaos, a familiar white and green mushroom caught his eye.

Yeah! You never said how many chances he had, only if he got a game over or cums then he loses. Unfortunately for him, it requires a bit of maneuvering. If he jumps just right, he might be able to get through this.

Sike.

Kenma forgot how good you were on your end of the deal. The moment you made a little hum in your throat while sucking him off, he almost fell off the damn stage trying to get the 1-up. He’s better off not taking any detours if he wanted to actually win this game. He can practically feel the sadistic smirk you gave, you could tell by watching him that he couldn’t get something he needed.

But, he just needs to push through a bit longer. Just a few more platforms then he’ll finally beat this damn stage! 

He was so close to beating it. 

He was almost to the final platform to get that sunsprite, just then you started to suck his sensitive tip as your wet hand moved up and down the rest of his shaft. Your boyfriend’s last straw finally broke. His thick cum practically overflowed from your mouth and the accompanied game over music didn’t help him feel any better.

Ugh, he lost to both conditions.

Taking your mouth off with a ‘pop!’ you giggled at your boyfriend’s defeated look. Kenma only looked up at you with a glare (Catching you swallow his cum, it was hot but he was too irritated to admit that right now).

“Aw, soo scawy.” The baby talking you’d do whenever he lost to your game was major fucking salt to his wounds. You sat up, finally giving him a proper view of the swimwear you chose for him, making him flush more.

He should have looked up at you the first time you asked. You looked drop dead gorgeous. Granted, you do all the time but the swimwear only accentuates your features more. 

He gulped.

“So, that means you lost, kit-kat.” Oh right, the game.

“We’re not done yet.” You tilted your head in confusion at his statement.

“You don’t have anymore lives left in the game, and it would take you a little while to get it back u-” You yelped as Kenma quickly shut you up by pulling you on his lap, his switch now forgotten and thrown to the side (a non sandy side, those things are way too expensive to get sand in). You felt Kenma’s calloused fingers play with your clit through your swimsuit, making you let out a little gasp. You place your hands on your boyfriend’s shoulders for stability, he placed his free hand on your ass. Also for stability. 

…

Maybe.

Kenma’s fingers continued its ministrations on your clit through the thin fabric. You were getting more and more wet as he expertly played with your sensitive bud, the hand that started to shamelessly grope and knead at your ass certainly wasn’t helping either.

“Was my baby lonely?” His question caught you off guard. You could barely answer him from the stimulation he was giving you, you only nodded your head as you bit your lip. 

Oh, how the tables have turned.

“Daddy’s sorry he hasn’t been able to give you the attention you need.” You flushed at his words. It’s been a hot minute since he’s called himself that. You shivered as your boyfriend moved the bottoms of the swimwear to the side and moved his middle and ring finger up and down the lips of your pussy.

“Look, you're even crying down here…” He raised his hand to show you how drenched his fingers already were. You felt embarrassment and shame getting wet so easily. That’s probably how Ken-ken felt earlier when you got him hard. You felt his wet fingers touch your lips, you looked at him in confusion.

“Open your mouth baby. Has it been so long that you’ve already forgotten?” Before you could open your mouth yourself, he gave your ass a harsh slap, causing you to gasp letting him shove his pussy drenched fingers in that warm mouth of yours. Your plush, soft lips closed around them and started to suck. He hasn’t even done much yet you already feel so light headed. 

“Good, at least you remember that part.” Kenma continued to knead your ass reassuringly as you sucked off all the juices off his fingers. He started to pump his fingers in and out of your mouth, relishing the wet warmth and the feeling of your soft lips.

Kenma took out his fingers from your mouth with only a string of spit connecting you two. 

“That’s a good baby.” Kenma held his dick with his wet hand, moving so the tip teases your clit. You shivered each time the tip of his cock flicked your little clit before he finally pushed the tip inside you. Your boyfriend moved his hands so that both hands properly gripped your waist and pushed you down the rest of his shaft.

You almost screamed that time. Only sobs left your throat from the pleasure you felt of finally being full after so long. You placed your head in the crook of his neck as he held you.

“There there baby, daddy’s finally giving you the attention you wanted.” You felt the man’s hands snake back down your ass. Slowly rocking you on his thick cock. Your sobs continued as your nails started to scrape against his back, the harsh feeling of your nails in his back contrasting with your tight, wet pussy was driving him insane. 

A sudden harsh thrust from his hip caused you to let out a yelp. His pace only got faster, fueled by the cute little noises you made and the expressions you made, looking like a dick drunk mess as he started to hit the sweet bundle of nerves you couldn’t quite hit the same by yourself.

“K-Kenma! I’m so closeee, pleasee! Harder!” You were bouncing on his cock like you were his fuck toy. Honestly, with how he uses you, you might as well be.

“I know baby, I’m almost there too.” Your boyfriend’s fingers snaked their way back to your little clit, teasing the little bud as he bounced you up and down his cock.

As you finally creamed around his cock, the way your pussy tightened around him was his last straw, he painted your insides white with his cum. But he continued to thrust even while cumming, fucking his cum inside you until he was milked dry.

You two laid in silence, basking in the afterglow of it all.

With how rough you two went, you were more surprised there wasn’t more sand on the beach towel you two were on.

Your boyfriend slowly moved you off his cock, moving your bottom swimwear back to normal so not a drop of his cum escaped before he ticked himself back in his swim trunks.

The two of you decided to get some mango shaved ice to cool off.

But the silence between you two was a bit agonizing. The sound of the jumping plumber no longer occupying the empty space.

Kenma was the first to break the silence between you two.

“Since the trip isn’t over yet… We can take a quick dip in the water,” he lazily ate the shaved ice before looking back at you with a familiar look in his eyes, continuing the sentence. “We can continue where we left off in the car, before we leave.” You flushed at the thought. 

Kenma finally has a taste of you after so long and he was addicted once more. Your body was far more fun than any game he can get his hands on, and he was ready to re-explore all of your body like it was his first time again.

[stxleslyds]

MY TOUGHTS ON THE END OF RED HOOD BY CHIP ZDARSKY.

Dishonour! Dishonour on you, dishonour on your cow! 

Well Jason Nation, it happened again, fanon wins over canon. The amount of bullshit that DC made Zdarsky write in this issue is insane, I have never seen this many fanfiction tropes shoved in a single issue in my life.

This book has been a constant insult to Jason’s character and his Red Hood “persona” since the very first issue but I never thought it would end this badly. It’s incredibly sad.

I will go ahead and say it, this tumblr and this post is not “Batfamily” friendly and it definitely isn’t fanon friendly when it comes to Jason Todd.

Fanon is destroying canon for Jason Todd. I am sorry but that’s how I see it, fanon doesn’t belong in canon, I would never get tired of saying that. But here is the thing, DC latches on to Jason’s fanon version because it fits their narrative of “the Batman is all that is right and all must follow his rules or they shall disappear”.

DC has been dying to make Jason bland and flavourless just like Batman. And now here it finally is.

Let’s be honest the story in this book, the new drug, Cheer, Tyler and his mom, none of that shaped this story, none of those things were the support beams for it. It was all about this never ending “daddy issues” thing that DC pretends is going on between Jason and Bruce.

It was all about those two fighting because they “think differently” so in the end they can push Jason towards the “no killing rule” being also the Red Hood’s modus operandi.

Its utter bullshit.

From the moment that Jason had to put a bat suit on I knew that this was going to be a mess. Luckily like I predicted they didn’t make a big deal out of him wearing it but the “Jason admires Batman” feeling was very present in the issue.

I will not talk about how easy it was for that one thug to land a punch on Jason while he was distracted and I will also not talk about Jason being a dumbass for not securing his dumb mask better when he knew the fight will involve gases. I will not talk about it.

Anyway, let’s talk about the Cheer Gas induced illusion, shall we?

In Jason’s illusion he finds Bruce at the manor looking at the picture of Joker’s death (?) and even though that is strange what Bruce says next is even weirder, he says this: “I did it. He was the last one, but I did it…Joker is dead. I am done.”

Now what the hell was that? This is Jason’s illusion, and by the looks of it in his illusion Bruce has killed every baddie in Gotham and left the Joker for last? Am I reading that right? Is this this a joke?

I understand that this is an illusion so the gas is making “real” things that Jason probably doesn’t know he wants, like wanting Bruce to go on a killing spree, which Jason never wanted because he said it himself, do you guys remember the iconic “I’m not talking about killing Cobblepot and Scarecrow or Clayface. Not Riddler or Dent…I’m talking about HIM. Just him.” Because I remember and it’s so important to Jason’s character, Jason never wanted Bruce to go on a killing spree, he wanted Bruce to kill the clown who had killed him when he was only fifteen. Is that so hard to remember DC?

And then it gets worse! Since WHEN has Jason wanted a perfect family life with the people that he has tried to kill, harm or looked down to? Why is “being with a bunch of people who NEVER get together for anything other than “help” the Bat in a fight against a fucking clown” the idea of happiness to Jason? Has this man ever interacted with any of these people in a positive way without the intrusion of a Batman/Robin event in the way? I will give you the answer, it’s no, the answer is no.

Jason Todd doesn’t care for your “Batfamily” bullshit DC, why would it matter to him? Because he was Robin? He was killed by the Joker when he was Robin, and he was killed because the man in charge of him didn’t pay enough attention! Jason Todd who was written as Dick Grayson’s number one hater for so long (and fandom loves that) is now having an illusion where he enjoys happy times with him along the others? Cass and Stephanie? What? Am I missing something, is this actually AO3, is this fanfiction?

I think Zdarsky got confused, this illusion is what would happen if Jason were dosed with fear gas. That must be it, I solved it everyone! Zdarsky just got confused by his own writing!

I wish.

Let’s go back to the sad reality, Jason has a moment in which he actually puts all his training in motion and shakes of the gas’s grasp on him. He does that but he is grabbed by so many people (who are this people?) and he is unarmed and I believe that’s the only reason why Cheer is still alive after saying that he has someone in Tyler’s mom’s hospital room ready to kill her if he doesn’t join him.

(If this were the real Jason, Cheer would have dropped dead instantly.)

But this is not the real Jason and this is not a *real* comic, it’s fanfiction! So just like that time in Batman #100 when Dick was fighting alone as Nightwing (for the first time since his “family” left him alone after losing his memories) the rest of the “family” shows up to fight Cheer and four random thugs.

Yep, its like the MCU had considered having Cap say “Avengers Assemble” when they were fighting a couple of robots instead of Thanos.

What a mess.

Also having Jason say, in real life (not illusion world), “You know what happiness is? It’s knowing that others have your back.” about this group of people is the perfect recipe for a big OOC moment for absolutely everyone. I cannot believe they have dragged Jason back to this awful concept and that they have sank him so low. It’s quite honestly, disgusting.

But the horrors don’t end there, we have a wonderful moment after Jason gives Batman the antidote, Jason stops Batman from punching the living shit out of Cheer. Because I am not stupid. There is no way in the world that you can convince me that Jason just stopped Batman from killing Cheer.

How incredibly delusional do you have to be to write Batman finally killing someone and that someone being Cheer, a guy that was introduced to comics two months ago?

Yes, later its said that between the gas and the antidote Bruce was a little too crazy and couldn’t help himself BUT I call bullshit once more, because Bruce has gone completely bat-shit-crazy on people before! I remember two recent instances in which that happened. Batman #57 in which Bruce beats the living shit out of KGBeast after he shot Dick. And the other one is Batman beating up Jason more brutally than he ever beat up Joker in RHatO #25.

DC cannot fuck with me. I might has bought this digital comic for 8 dollars but I am not buying that bullshit.

ALSO, there was no need for Zdarsky to do Jason as dirty as he did him when he made him say: “If you are going to come down from mount judgement to MY level for once… he’s not the guy to do it for.”

Zdarsky, why did you write a Red Hood story when you hate Red Hood? Couldn’t you have just told DC that you wanted to write a love letter to Batman? Once again, I am reading a Red Hood story for RED HOOD content not Batman content. Is it really that hard? I bet that if Zdarsky had asked DC to let him write a Batman story they would have said yes, there are like 20 Batman stories, they wouldn’t say no to one more!

Can you tell I am mad? And salty?

This post is so long and so full of anger, I am truly sorry for that but I have to write these feelings down or I would explode. And I am not even done, our suffering, Jason Nation, continues.

But first a little break from the pain, Tyler. Thank you after all the pain this book has given me Tyler is back and just like I predicted his mom is fine and he will stay with her, they both have been given a place and money to rebuild their life (not given by Jason nor Dick but I was close enough). The only happy ending that Tyler could have, he had and I am thankful for that, we even got a little adorable moment between the Red Hood and the Blue Hood.

I am weak for these little glimpses of a good Jason take in the middle of an incredibly awful/OOC story. And just to live in my own fantasy world I will headcanon that Jason promised himself to keep an eye out for Tyler and his mom. He would have wanted to know about their life and that they are still out of trouble.

Jason is a good man, don’t you forget that DC, I don’t care how much you twist it. Jason killing Tyler’s dad wasn’t a horrible act, it was fair game. That man was a horrible person, he drugged his child and made his wife (?) almost overdose. You never gave context as to why that man was working as a drug dealer but you told us those things so Jason should never feel like he did something wrong. As far as we know, Tyler and his mom are better off without him.

Having said that, lets go back to the pain of what is reading a Red Hood story.

“I’m giving up the guns.”

You know what, fine, as long as DC doesn’t pull another “I will stop being Red Hood for you Barbara” I will be fine. He can kill people with other things, he used to have the all-blades, he had normal swords and he had crowbars.

I will sacrifice Jason looking hot as hell when he pulls out his guns just to keep him as the Red Hood, all DC has to do is not give him that stupid… bat… symbol… oh no…. oh my god I can feel it… that thing, that horrible thing is making a comeback! NO!

Jason and Bruce’s talk is basic and it doesn’t do anything for anyone, in the end saying that Jason isn’t changing his ways for Bruce but that he is doing it for himself is more of the same. We know he is doing it for Bruce and we know DC is doing it because they cannot handle good, complex and interesting characters. We know that and sadly we have to live with it.

About Bruce’s illusion, well, Bruce has said that he wanted to kill the clown for a very long time and in the King run it was basically said that if Bruce were to be happy then the idea of Batman would die.

Listen, between me and you, sometimes I think that the Joker isn’t that big of a problem for Gotham as a whole, that clown has beef with the Bat and no one else. If Bruce has killed the Joker Jason would have been happy with Bruce all those years ago but killing the Joker wouldn’t make Gotham a safe place and any of his kids happier.

Bruce needs to care for his children, but he won’t do that, he has Dick for that. Taking care and raising Damian? No, thank you, I will not do that. Giving a shit about my son who lost all his memories and is alone? No thank you, I won’t do that and then I will lie about having watched him over. Tim? Oh, never heard of him, sorry.

The last page of this story is the one of Jason arriving home and finding a new suit that Bruce gave him with the bat symbol on it. That symbol that he had ripped off of Jason’s beat up body back in RHatO #25 (nope, I am not letting that one go).

Oh, and Bruce leaving that suit in Jason’s home gives me the same exact vibes as the time that Bruce was like “Long overdue. This is where you belong. As one of us. One of the family” in Nightwing #74 a second after Dick had regained his memories.

I don’t know why but they make him sound incredibly cold and like these people are just his pawns that he needs to rope back in every time they get away from him. It’s very disturbing.

Anyway, that’s all from me, I obviously LOVED this book, best Jason Todd/Red Hood characterisation ever! 11/10 would recommend to everyone including my enemies!

🙃

[itsclydebitches]

I was once more thinking of vol 8 and other works to compare it to. I hit Harry Potter, specifically Order of the Phoenix. Literally all that happened there showed a much better "proactive Hero" and "Big Bad vs Big Good" battle that it feels unfair to compare. What say you Clyde?

It's been a very long time since I read Order of the Phoenix, but putting aside that and the series' problems with representation (something that always feels like it needs to be acknowledged when discussing HP nowadays), Rowling did a good job of setting up both motivation and justification for Harry's actions. Which isn't to say that he was never wrong — quite the opposite, especially in OotP — but that Harry's involvement in this war is justified in a way that Ruby's involvement is not. He's not just generally active (no tea sipping equivalent scenes), but we understand why he's the one taking that action.

Harry is an unwilling participant forced to fight due to a prophecy, so when he stumbles along the way, we as the reader are understanding because jeez, what else what he supposed to do? Literally no one else can do this and he's trying his best. Ruby, in contrast, is not necessary to this fight. We might have gotten that with her silver eyes, but we didn't, so when Ruby willingly steps up — or, in Volume 8, forcibly takes control — and then gets upset because things didn't go well, the viewer (or at least some viewers: us) are far less forgiving because she demanded this responsibility and then found she didn't like having it. When Harry rushes off to the Department of Mysteries, endangering many of his friends in the process (even if they volunteered) we understand that this action is done out of love. We've spent five books establishing Harry's desire for a family, it's literally his greatest wish according to the Mirror of Erised, so going after Sirius, while reckless, is such an in-character, relatable, human decision. It's integral to who Harry is as a person. Compare that to the lack of work done surrounding Summer and the unanswered question of why Ruby is fighting Salem. Because it's the right thing to do? Great, fantastic, but uh... that doesn't really explain or justify why she's leading the charge when all these other huntsmen — with the same goals, more experience, better plans, etc. —are trying to do The Right Thing too. When thinking about HP vs. RWBY, my mind always goes back to that moment at the end of the first book when Harry tries to tell McGonagall about the stone and she brushes him off. "Ah," I thought later. "That's why three 11yos are going off to save the magical artifact when there are adult, full-fledged wizards around to do it instead. The kids tried to turn hand this off to the adults and the adults failed them." Now, combine this with Harry's growing tendency to go it alone, the implication that Dumbledore may have been allowing him to face certain threats to get stronger, each book's individual situation like a hidden chamber that only Harry can enter, his Godfather being on the run, a magically binding contract that keeps him in a competition because the bad guys are specifically after him... Harry is at the heart of the story. He's integral to it, his part in the fight inevitable, so all that's left is to see how he bears that burden.

Ruby is not integral to this fight, her presence and even her silver eyes are not necessary, her facing down Salem is only inevitable from a meta perspective regarding expectations for a protagonist (and then, in Volume 8, Ruby didn't face her.) There's no clear personal motivation to drive her. There's not even a Guardian's of the Galaxy-esque motivation in the form of, "We'll step up because no one else will." Others do keep stepping up and Ruby keeps forcing them to follow her instead, insisting that her way is better. Only problem is, it's arguably not and that's when she has a plan at all. It's like if instead of going after the stone because his professors won't, or going after Sirius because he loves him, or going after Voldemort because a prophecy and a life of having a saving-people-thing has pushed him to that, Harry made his way to the front of this war Just Because, rejecting everyone else who fought in the first war, has more experience, and actual plans along the way. Why does he do this? Because his name is in the title of the book, I guess.

RWBY throws in lost of classic ideas and setups, but doesn't seem to understand their point. Even something as simple as that Big Bad vs. Big Good conflict in Volume 8. Putting aside how muddied this has gotten between the Gods' involvement and Salem's dip in the grimm pool, Volume 8 took the threat of our Big Bad arriving with an army and... ignored it. Instead, they ran with Ironwood as the primary antagonist of the volume, the guy trying to stop Salem, a previously established ally, the guy who just gave up his arm to capture another clear-cut villain, and who throughout Volume 7 demonstrated none of the manipulation we would attribute to a Dumbledore-like figure. Rather than running with their Big Bad's arrival, RWBY asked how they could force one of the good guys to become a bad guy instead, hence the sudden shooting of Oscar and murder of the councilman. This is a far from perfect comparison (and I take my virtual life in my hands bringing up another controversial character lol), but it's a little like if after we learned about which side Snape was truly on, he suddenly tried to kill Hermione, succeeded in killing a minor character like Professor Flitwick, and then made plans to destroy all of Hogwarts. Meanwhile, everyone is ignoring Voldemort standing on the front lawn because the narrative randomly made Snape the biggest problem instead. So a lot of the fanbase is like, "Yeah he's absolutely a dick and his horrific past/contentious choices are the point of his character... but he's also supposed to be one of the good guys at the end of the day? And the Big Bad is right there? We can argue about how 'good' Snape is until we're blue in the face, but he's no Voldemort. Why did you feel the need to chuck the morally gray character off the deep end for our heroes to oppose when our primary antagonist is literally right here, trying to kill them?" From this, to introducing a dead mother that in no way motivates our cast, to having Oscar face down Salem with an improvised weapon instead of Ruby with her eyes, to giving Penny an arc about accepting her android body only to rip it away, etc. etc. RWBY continuously throws out ideas without understanding what they're meant to accomplish. There's a lot to criticize about Harry Potter nowadays, but a lack of logical development isn't one of them.

And just to chuck in another text — because I too think about what has done Volume 8 themes better lol — consider: Loki. Stop reading now if you don't want spoilers, but a couple episodes in Loki and Sylvie end up on a dying planet that is only evacuating the rich. That's said overtly in both the dialogue and visually in the mise-en-scene, with poor people screaming that only the rich are getting tickets for the rocket and elaborately dressed elites enjoying the comforts of that ride. Then, just as they're about to escape, leaving the rest of their world behind, a piece of the moon hits the ship, either killing them instantly or stranding them with the people they abandoned. And I thought to myself, "See, this makes sense in a way RWBY never did." Evacuation was never about wealth in RWBY, despite what the fandom continually claims. Ironwood was trying to evacuate everyone and only stopped because they all assumed Salem would be killing them momentarily. This situation included Relics and a Maiden that would easily turn the tide of the war, meaning their safety influenced the whole world, not just these people. Mantle was not necessarily about to be destroyed — indeed, we find out later that Salem had no interest in it — and it was always a bad faith (and OOC) assumption that Ironwood was leaving his kingdom for good. The story doesn't even acknowledge the huge number of Mantle citizens already on Atlas when the attack begins. I was just sitting there thinking, "This two episode mini conflict in an insane show with alligators and time shenanigans somehow holds up better than RWBY's 27 episodes that are trying to be deep. How does that happen?"

[zutara]

Massive Azula fan here, after rewatching the series years later Zutara has just grabbed me and won't let go. What are your thoughts on Azula? I don't think she went crazy but suffered a breakdown due to stress and Father of the Decade showing his true colors/viewing her as a tool. How do you see Katara reacting to Azula after S3? I refuse to believe Zuko would send her to an "asylum" (comics don't exist, so ooc) but would want to help her. In a way her struggle could remind him of himself

I had previously talked about Azula HERE in case you wanna read that too.

Azula for me is terrifying.

Absolutely terrifying.

But also incredibly complex.

She was taught malice at a ridiculously young age, and she follow her teachings to perfection. I think Ozai started mentally abusing and manipulating her since before she could walk, probably. She is a prodigy, a royal prodigy at that, and her psychopath of a father (and those who were in charge of teaching her) exploited her until her breaking point in the series finale.

I am in complete agreement with you. Zuko wouldn't just leave his own sister to rot in a cell after he himself had the opportunity (so many changes!) to go through healing, redemption, and deprogramming from past beliefs installed by fire nation propaganda and childhood manipulation.

He would help her, and I'm sure Katara would be a key healer in part of that process.

Nevertheless, like I said before: Azula deserves healing and redemption UNDER HER OWN TERMS and without ostracizing her badassery and big dick energy one bit. But that’s just me.

I hope this answered your question!

[applctini]

Stop bc now tiktok has lucifer obsessed w snucks

[cyberdreamlandwriting]

Just for a Moment

Summary: Nathan doesn't react to your pregnancy the way you thought. In fact, he doesn't react at all

Authors note: So this is my first reader insert fanfiction ever, which is a bit scary! Luckily I had the amazing help of @writefightandflightclub​ This story is even inspired by her own dad!Nathan story! This story is also for her, I truly hope you all enjoy! Nathan is a bit ooc in this, especially near the end. Oh, and no beta reader, apologizes for the mistakes. Wrote this in a few hours too.

Word count: 2.6k

You two had been so careful. So, so careful!

Well, except for that time when he took you on the counter-top for nearly three hours. Or when he fucked you in the shower. Or when you bounced on his dick for a hot minute in his lab. Or the time-

Okay, well, maybe the two of you hadn't been careful. Big whoop. You'd been dating for nearly a year, stuck in his, as you called it 'Futuristic House of Doom' after the incident where his A.I tried to murder him. 

But he didn't like to talk about that. 

Regardless, it didn't matter. You two were happy and in a stable relationship. And now you were going to have a kid. 

But neither of you had ever even mentioned kids. 

You'd wanted to have them in your teen years, you even picked out names for your future children. 

Names that you'd long forgotten and didn't care to try and remember.

Then straight out of college you somehow got a job at Blue Book. And over the past five years, you'd been making your way up the ladder. Slowly but surely up the ladder. You had been too busy to have children, and you weren't sure you even wanted them. 

But now? You were quite positive you wanted them, or at least one. 

But Nathan, fuck, what would he think? He didn't show much affection, you'd only gotten one 'I love you' from him about a month ago. 

That wasn't to say he was a bad boyfriend. He still snuggled with you on the rare nights he actually slept. He made love to you several times a week, occasionally worshiping you while doing so, calling you his goddess until you would cum.

He'd make you food when he was out of the lab. He taught you how to use the punching bag correctly. He'd press occasional kisses to you when he walked past. He had carried you back to the house when you had fallen and twisted your ankle, not complaining once about the trek or the fact that you had made him miss out on an entire day of work. 

He did show affection in his own Nathan way.

You eyed the pregnancy test in your trembling hands.

What's the worst thing he could do? Scream and yell at you? Send you home and never speak with you again? 

Those were all possibilities but Nathan didn't scream or yell much. He'd only yelled once when something he'd been working on for eight hours crashed without him saving it. And of course that's not counting the times he yelled in bed. But for the most part, he didn't yell.

You shoved the test into your pocket and wondered if he already knew. 

You went into town twice a month, and had bought a test on your last visit. You'd shoved the box into the closet behind a stack of blankets when you got back home. Could he have found it? 

Could he be expecting you when you exited the bathroom, arms crossed, eyebrow raised? 

Plus you hadn't been eating much, but he never commented on it. You ate when he offered food to you, but otherwise stuck to crackers and water. Maybe he hadn't heard your retching in the toilet at three a.m. The lab was far enough away that he probably couldn't hear it, especially when the door was closed. Or maybe he had and just didn't give that much of a shit to check on you. 

Or did he truly have no idea and you were about to give him the shock of his life? You washed your hands, making your way towards the lab. Your legs shook, but you continued on until you could hear the clacking of his keyboard. You exhaled and knocked on the glass, but he didn't look up. 

"Nathan, can I talk to you?" 

He doesn't pay any mind to you as you enter, something you would huff and whine about usually, but now you were gonna start crying if he didn't give you something. A grunt, a look, a word....something.

"Well, it's important. Like, super important." 

He grabbed a pen and scribbled something down, then went back to scrolling. 

"It's life changing news." 

Still nothing. 

You clenched your fists and walked up next to him. "I'm pregnant." You pulled out the test and shoved it in his direction but he didn't look up from the screen.

You pulled the test away, your body feeling like jelly. You wanted to call him a fucking asshole or a piece of shit. But you couldn't find any words or emotions besides heartbreak. Was this his way of saying you needed to leave? To say you weren't welcome here anymore?

You turned and went to the kitchen, grabbing some crackers and stumbling back to your room. You slammed the door, heart pounding. She couldn't cry, not yet. He was going to come in tonight and apologize, explain he was doing something important but that he's all done now and he's here to listen. 

Or he'd tell you the helicopter is coming to pick you up in the morning. 

You really hoped it was the former.

You opened your laptop and curled up under the soft blue blanket you had insisted on him buying the first time he came into town with you. Because as you had said. 'Your house is boring as shit, it needs some color. We're buying this.'

You put on your headphones and searched for something pleasant to watch. You found some mindless crime show and started on some random episode in season seven. Your eyes glazed over, not listening to a word being said.

You curled your knees up to your chest, your head resting on the pillow he had used two nights before. It still smelled like him, causing you to hold it close, imagining he was giving you a hug. 

You felt fucking pathetic.

You woke up confused, face covered in your own drool. You blinked rapidly, the room dark. What had woken you?

Then you felt your stomach clench and your throat burn. You sprinted to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet, not bothering to shut the door this time. 

After a few minutes you rolled off the toilet and groaned, flicking on the light switch. You hoped he would be standing in the doorway, eyes full of concern but alas...nothing. 

You groaned and flushed the toilet, washing both your hands and your mouth and flicking off the light before entering the hallway. You hesitated, wondering if you should go see if he's still in the lab. 

You made your way down the hall, and sure enough you could hear his keyboard and the soft scratch of pen against paper.  

You turned and went back to your room, flopping onto the bed with a groan. You checked the time, nearly two a.m., and tried to fall back asleep. 

You tossed and turned, tossing the blankets every which way, grumbling as you stretched over the side of the bed to grab the thrown blankets. 

You soon gave up and grabbed your phone, mindlessly scrolling through social media. 

After nearly two hours of scrolling through frightening politics in your home country and stupid memes that occasionally made you giggle, your phone buzzed with an alert about your battery. 

You quickly plugged it in and rubbed your eyes. There wasn't a way you could fall back asleep, so you grumbled around for your laptop, thankfully with enough charge to get you through another hour or two of another show, you settled on a soap opera from the nineties.

You watched but absorbed nothing, as the sun began to rise and the wisps of light filled the room you couldn't even remember the main character's name. You shut the laptop at that, plugging it in and making your way to the lab. Surprisingly he wasn't in it, so you made your way to the kitchen. But again, it was as empty as his lab. 

You then went out into the cool morning air to see Nathan, fists wrapped as he punched the bag.

You lean against the door, and this time you're less nervous and more annoyed. "I'm pregnant." You call out again, but he keeps punching. You give him a minute, listening to sounds of the birds waking up. "Bateman I'm pregnant, we need to talk about it." You shout, but he ignores you, not even sparing a glance. You feel your face getting hot, tears at the corners of your eyes. "Fine." You hiss, slamming the door and marching back to your room. 

As soon as the door opens you burst into tears, throwing yourself onto the bed. You feel your body shaking, your heart pounding so loud it rings in your ears. You let out a muffled scream, snot running down your chin and mixing with the tears that cover the sheets. 

You let yourself cry until your head is throbbing and your eyes are bloodshot. You can only whimper, you don't have any more tears left in you, at least for the moment. You crawl over and flick the switch on the wall, which covers the window in thick blinds, shutting out all the light. You flop back into bed, the room now pitch black. You pull the blanket around you, reaching for the pillow once again. But this time it doesn't smell like him, it only smells like you. 

You bury your face in it anyway, the silence washing over you until your eyes flutter shut and the world around you vanishes. 

When you wake up again, your stomach is screaming about how empty it is. You get up, smacking your lips and slam your way out of bed. You hit the floor with a thud and grumble. You're lightheaded from hunger and heartbreak, you need food.

You drag your legs down the hall, blue blanket trailing behind you. You don't even notice the lab until-

"Hey." 

You freeze, looking over and seeing him standing in the door frame. He looks tired, more tired than usual. His eyes are more bloodshot, and his body is more reserved. 

"Are you alright?"

You think something is wrong with him because he just asked if you're okay in such a soft and gentle voice that you only heard once or twice when you fell asleep in his arms and he would mutter your name. 

"What?" You ask, not even trying to hide your shock.

"I asked if you're okay. Are you?"

"No, because you haven't been listening to me." You mutter, pulling the blanket around you.

"I have, I'm just, not good with words. Come here." He takes your hand and leads you back to the room, wondering if he just wants a quick fuck. But he stops in front of the room across the hall from yourself and opens the door. It was a guest room, where you used to stay before you two started to share a bed. 

And now it's empty, and-

"I um, I ordered some stuff. For like a fucking nursery or whatever." He mutters. "I thought it looked nice, but it's up to you when it arrives. Should be here tomorrow." 

He turns and heads toward the kitchen, you hot on his heels. "You need something to eat, even if you don't feel good you gotta eat something." 

"Nathan, are-" you pause, "You're okay with this?"

He pauses as he closes the fridge. "Honestly Y/N, I'm fucking terrified and kinda wish you were joking." He runs a hand through his buzzed hair before leaning against the counter. "But I assume you want it."

"Yeah, but only if you'll be there, for me and for the baby and for yourself."

"Myself? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You can't take care of a baby or your pregnant girlfriend if you can't care for yourself."

"I do take care of myself-"

"That's a fucking lie. You've gone days without eating or sleeping-"

"Hey, I'm practicing, babies are loud and need attention-"

"Just like you," you take his hand, locking your fingers together. "But I'm serious. I worry about you, a lot." 

"You don't need to do that. I'm the one who's gotta be fussing over you. Making sure you eat and sleep and whatever fucking else a pregnant woman needs. After you told me in the lab my brain kinda….stopped working for a few minutes. Then I spent all day researching babies and pregnancy. Read a bunch of stuff, some helpful, others not. Then I ordered all the nursery stuff, I picked blue and beige, thought it went well together. That isn't me wanting a boy, more me trying my hand at interior decorating. Probably gonna look like shit but we can always buy whatever you actually want." He rubbed a hand over his face. 

"Then of course the terror set in, the fact that I was going to be a father. I don't need to worry about you in that aspect, you're gonna be a fucking fantastic mom. You're so fucking kind and sweet and you know when to put your foot down and-" his voice cracks but he continues. "I just know I'm gonna fuck up this poor kid's life. So I boxed, and then you came out and I was too much of a coward to face you then. I kept going until..." he holds up his knuckles which are a nasty shade of blue and purple, "but that doesn't hurt nearly as much as knowing I made you cry. And I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry I messed you up like that. That I did that to you. I'm bad with people, I always will be, but I don't wanna be bad to you, I adore you."

A million thoughts are pounding in your head. He's teary eyed, he's terrified, he bought things for a nursery, he just said he's going to be caring and fussing over you, he said you were gonna be a fantastic mom. But most of all, Nathan fucking Bateman just apologized to you. 

You feel the tears coming hot and fast. "N-Nathan, do you mean that? All of it?”

He nods and you race into his arms, knocking the air out of him. He pulls you close and you feel tears drip into your hair. Nathan is crying into your hair and you're soaking his shirt. His shoulders are shaking and you aren't sure how to react. You slowly pull back and wipe away a tear. 

"Do you want this?" You whisper. He only nods, letting you continue. "Nathan, you're gonna be an amazing father, I just know it. You can be soft, I mean look at you right now!" You shake your head. "You don't need to worry about that at all. I love you, I love you so much." 

"And I love you baby, I love you more than you'll ever know. So we're gonna have a baby, aren't we?" 

"We're gonna have a baby!" You smile and jump around him, causing him to smile

He presses a kiss to your knuckles. "The mother-to-be needs food, what do you want?" 

"Your baby and I want pancakes." 

"Then so be it, I mean, you two are the bosses after all." He turns on the stove as you take a seat on the counter to watch.

Nathan is scared, he's so scared of fucking this up, and that fear never goes away.

But when the cry of your baby is heard six months later and the midwife declares it's a healthy baby boy and places him on your chest, the fear vanishes, if only for a moment. 

Nathan takes a seat on the bed and presses his lips against the side of your head, softly whispering praises into your ear.

"What's his name?" The midwife asks, smiling at the three of you. 

"Byron," You answer as the newborn wraps his hand around Nathan's finger, and all is right in the world, even if it's just for a moment. 

[sapphic-writing]

Screw boys

VENT FIC **** I wrote it for me but maybe you can enjoy it

Mentions of alcohol and bad language

Edit and beta reading are for pussies, we die like women.

Modern AU with Ulla, Donella and Ulf (or in the mid 90's). OOC.

What happens when a college student passes his exams and that the parents of said student own a field on the side of the town, that isn’t rally occupied yet? Well first he thinks he could invite the people of his promo to celebrate their results on a hot summer night. Then he thinks he might as well invite people he knew in high school. A few people ask if they can bring some of their friends with them, nothing crazy. More and more people are invited and inviting. Before you know it, the upcoming party have the reputation of the most crazy party thrown in town for the upcoming decade. And the starter of it isn’t sure he could stop it even if he wanted to.

Ulla, being Ulla, counts herself in the first wave of guests. Mark, a close friend from high school had gotten her into it. And she herself, had gotten her brother and Donella on the guest list, alongside with other pears. The only thing that kept her two acolytes from bailing on this party as they witnessed it growing with horror, was the idea of leaving Ulla alone at a huge event like that, without backup. Ulf especially, being the designated driver.

And they couldn’t have greater regrets, when they found themselves sitting anxiously in the grass. Observing the other teenagers drinking like it was the end of the world.

Ulla had wandered off with Mark, glad to catch up with him, but most of all, she needed to get one thing straight ass there was one thing that had been bugging her for a while.

“Hey, dude. Can I talk to you for a sec?” She asked, now merry. “C’mon, let’s go where there’s less noise. We can’t hear shit here.”

It wasn’t really out of the party, not even outside of the land that the parents of the holder of the event actually owned, because of course people had taken the party well pass it. But they found a tree and it was a good enough thing to lay against.

“Okay, alright. So you remember how you told me about having regrets and stuff, and you wanted to ask me one thing but in the end you didn’t? I wanna know, man. I know it has something to do with me. I need, I need to know what it is. Like, if I want to trust you again.”

“Hmmmm okay, you wanna know?” He asks with a smile, rolling against the trunk to face her. “Do you have regrets about that time we both had a crush on eachother but none of us made a moove?”

“What if I did?”

He detached himself from the tree to stand in front of the girl. “I don’t know. But I mean, it’s never too late.”

“Aren’t you dating Millie?” Ulla asked playfully as he approached her.

“I think she could be okay with this.”

Ulla got closer to him, her breath brushing his lips as she spoke.

“So, now that, out of high school, I take more care of myself, put make up on and make efforts to wear nice clothes, I become interesting to you? Because you find me just so pretty. Better than the girl in high school?”

“You know you’re so god damn pretty now, doll.” And as he was playing with her hair, slowly closing his eyes as as he was opening his lips and getting closer, she spat right in his mouth.

He backed up with a sound of disgust and Ulla took the opportunity to get away from the tree and him.

“Won’t be seeing you again, Mark. But since you were so eager to put your tong in my mouth, I’m leaving you a souvenir. Bon soir.” she finished with a terrible accent and a reverence. Getting out of his sight before he got mad or violent.

Wandering through the many faces of wrecked students, she eventually found her brother at the exact same place he was when she left.

“Where’s Donnie?” She asked. He gestured to somewhere to her left, and she saw her with what was definitely not her first cup in hand.

“I don’t like you.” She told a guy, straight up to his face. The girls around them laughed hysterically as he started crying.

Ulla turned away from the scene and dropped her forehead on Ulf’s shoulder. “I wanna go home.”

“You okay, Ul’?” He asked, putting a hand on her back. She groaned and threw her head backward.

“The second I become fuckable, one of the guys I consider one of my best friends starts to want to do me like I take care of myself only for his pleasur or something.” She look at him in the eyes and tries to play it less hurt than she was. “He ignored my strong personality and one, it doesn’t work. Second, I don’t appreciate.” She continued mumbling a third, fourth and more reasons of ways it had offended her. Ulf nodded without trying to understand more and called the other mess he was in charge of. “Don, we’re going home!” Once she registered the information, she went in their direction without a protest. The girls behind started booing and asking her to stay because she made them laugh.

“Men are shit.” Ulla declared as she threw an arm around the shoulders of an already legless Donella.

“Tell me about it.” She responded as Ulf was helping her not to fall. They started walking to Donella’s parents car.

“Also, we’re not talking to Mark no more.” and before any of the two others could answer, Ulla’s name was screamed not far from where they were. “Ah, shit.”

“God, Ulla. You pissed him off!”

“Like it’s a surprise.”

The scream had made a few heads turn for a second before going back to the madness. The redhead girl let go of her arm around Donella and turned around.

“You want to complain because I didn’t let you screw me? Big, big dick move since your girlfriend’s around.” Indeed, Millie was looking at the scene with confusions. “Better, you want to pretend that nothing happened and keep dating her. So you can cheat more or something.”

He didn’t answer. Ulf’s guess was that he was expecting to find her alone and not with two other people who would completely be on her side. Millie came closer and looked at him, waiting for a reaction from her boyfriend. He looked at her in the eyes.

“C’mon, babe. You can’t believe her. She’s just drunk and jealous and…”

“Tell me the truth.” She calmly said with a determined stair. And suddenly he wasn’t able to hold on her look and he fell silent.

Ulla advanced to be at the poor girl’s side. “It’s okay, Mil. We can take you home if you want.” Ulf wasn’t certain their parents would be okay with a surprise guest, but he wasn’t about to open his mouth right now.

He took the three girls to the car. Ulla on the backseat, against the window, with Ulla next to her to take care of her in case there was a puking accident. And Millie on the sit next to him as the conductor. First they trash talked about Mark. Then uplifted each-other in that way that girls do. Donella did have an accident and they managed to keep the damages in the car minimal.

The next day, Ulla and Millie were dealing with a hangover while Ulf and Donella, who never had had a bad hangover in her life despite being the one drinking the most in the trio, were explaining to the Rusf parents why there was another girl in their flat. Not that they took it as badly as Ulf’s anxious mind had anticipated.

Bonus I wanted to include but couldn’t :

(After Mark called after Ulla, she is talking)

“And what’s with you and red heads? Do you have a fetish or something? You’re gonna try and fuck Ulf next time?” Mark makes a disgusted face. “What? Oooooooh, but that’s gay! You can’t say that to a manly man like me!” She says in a high pitched voice, pretending to look offended. “Well look, I’ll be fucking your girlfriend before you. She is ways more fuckable than you are.”

[silver-wield]

body language analysis: tifa and cloud train scene!! go!

Oh, Nonny, you made my morning with this!! I mean, it's not like I haven't touched on Cloud and Tifa's body language in gif reblogs, but an actual post dedicated to one of the best moments of the game? YAY!!

Ok, spoiler warning for ppl who haven't played (I tag FF7R spoilers as final fantasy 7 remake spoilers) and it's gonna be a long one so prepare to scroll.

Also, this is one person's interpretation of the scene, so if you disagree that's cool and we'll agree to disagree.

You're also gonna have to excuse the janky quality on some of the screens, I'm grabbing them from Youtube and it's frustrating af trying to get the exact moment I want.

Other analyses if anyone's interested.

Shinra HQ vision scene (Cloti/plot analysis) 

Chapter 3 (Cloti reblog) 

Tifa character analysis 

Aerith Resolution (plot analysis) 

Train graveyard (not really an analysis, but I got some sweet screenshots of Cloti) 

Now, strap in and enjoy the ride.

So, the corkscrew tunnel scene – or clotiscrew tunnel as I've seen it called – begins with Avalanche caught by the sensors on the train. After a timed fight – which, yes, it's possible to lose, but it's also clear this is a “bad ending” where you've made Cloud look like an incompetent dick who can't even handle a few drones – we see Barret mustering his courage and leaping from the train (he's so damn cute sometimes, I'm gonna have to do a post about his development with Cloud at some point).

The action then cuts to Tifa, frozen in front of the door, too afraid to jump (you can hear her whimpering). Cloud calls her name, deals with the last drone and comes over. Now, in the OG, obviously they all jump one after the other because polygons and popeye arms would've just looked like a total mess and Square admitted they neglected Cloti to highlight all the relationship development between Clerith since she dies later.

Cut to 2020 and we get this. Damn, Square, if I didn't already love you for pretty much my entire life already I'd have fallen for you all over again. In fact, I think I probably did.

Ok, I'm done gushing. Kinda.

I think the first thing I have to point out is that Cloud, at no point, needed to do this. He could have verbally encouraged Tifa to jump without the need for physical support at all. After all, the train's slowing down and she was fine in the OG, so who's to say she wouldn't be fine now, too? By calling her name and fixing her attention on him he's actually stalling her jump.

You'll notice that Tifa doesn't take her eyes off the tracks (before this screen obvs since I can see that’s her feet, work with me here), which is fitting since she's zeroed in on that fearful moment and actually can't move without help. Cloud's face in this is displaying typical tension you'd expect in a high energy scene. He's concerned for Tifa, but he's also focused on dealing with the mechs, which he does very quickly. Now, you could argue he did that to get on with the mission, or you could argue he did that because he saw Tifa needed him and his focus shifted to her. And watching the seconds following him turning to look at her, I'd say there's evidence towards the latter because he's actually lost focus on the last mech and it attacks him first causing him to block and parry.

This is the first instance of touching in this scene, and until this point, Tifa hadn't moved or acknowledged Cloud. He needed to physically draw her from her thoughts and you'll hear a surprised exhale from her as she turns to look at him, showing she was lost within herself until he drew her out. Cloud is obviously looking at the tracks, judging his next move. He's already planning what he has to do to keep both of them safe, which is clear from his decisive nod, along with a reassuring, but grim, smile, before pulling Tifa out the door. Remember, I said he could’ve verbally got her attention. He didn’t. He chose touch.

See what I mean about janky quality? Anyway, this is clear concern about Tifa's safety, but also, remember, Cloud is on the mission because Tifa said she felt trapped and he's related that back to their promise that she needs a hero. He's being her hero.

Okay, we're getting to the meat of things now.

First, fucking ouch, he definitely looks pained, meaning that whole manoeuvre wasn't as smooth as he pretended. As they slow down, he puts a bracing hand against the ground to prevent him rolling onto Tifa (because he's a gent and also toting a sword that weighs more than Barret lol).

What's interesting is where his left hand is in this. Make a note: middle of her back. Tifa's head is tucked into Cloud's neck – safety move, so nothing big there. I've seen some people note Tifa's leg is between Cloud's, but I'm gonna discount that as the way they've locked together during the roll. It's unintentional.

Oh, but this isn't! Cloud has absolutely no reason to put his hand back on Tifa. He could leave it lying flat on the ground. You could argue he needs both to help her get off him, but she's on top. She can do that herself. He has no further need past the initial save to have his hands on her, unless that's what he wants. Obviously we can't see his face in this because of Tifa's hair, but this, combined with the next screen tell a very definite story.

He moved his hand! That left hand, he didn't need to move it up in such a caressing gesture. Coupled with the very intense gaze he gives her, I was swooning like a maiden wearing a too tight corset lol

Now, you could argue he's just concerned, it's a high tension situation. Well, I argue that every single trope using this kind of scene results in sexual tension/flustered characters and/or a kiss. Remember, right at this second, he has no reason to still be lying with her like this. In fact, him moving his hand further up her back is a bracing gesture that would keep her close, not release her. Tifa's fists are balled against his chest, which signifies she's protecting her hands – she's a hand-to-hand fighter remember -- but her face is relaxed. She's not feeling awkward or eager to escape.

Eye contact!! Can I just leave it at that? No? Cloud isn't actually the type to keep prolonged eye contact. Oh, did you think I was about to say something else? Well, for literally anyone who hasn't paid attention to him, Cloud often looks away when he feels awkward, flustered, unsure, basically any negative emotion. The only time he looks anyone in the eye is when he's confronting them or at ease. Remember, even when Jessie teased him about smiling during chapter 4 he looked away, embarrassed. Cloud doesn't handle eye contact well. Which is why this is such a huge deal. He's keeping prolonged eye contact with Tifa. He doesn't look away from her eyes when he asks if she's ok. And that question – ah my heart! So soft and tender. You can hear the care and concern in his tone. It anchors the entire scene from start to finish. Everything he just did was because he cares about Tifa and wants to look after her. He wants to make sure she's ok, even if it means he suffers for it. Pretty sure some people will disagree with this, but the damn man wore a dress and went through a humiliating dance routine – humiliating for him, I fucking loved it – just to save her. His first words in Wall Market are he wants to save Tifa, but Aerith cuts him off before he can finish the sentence.

These are the moments that I have to go back over a million times to catch. Check the tiny eye narrowing and uplift at the corner of his mouth. She said she's ok and he's happy about it. He's her hero – in not so many words. Tifa's shaky reply and pale face confirm her shock and fear, but also you can see an easing of the tension in her. There's a subtle softening of her muscle definition and facial expression that displays the trust and belief she has in Cloud that he'd look after her. This is a very mutually appreciative moment between them. Definitely not one sided.

And then the moment is over, without any flustered blushing or stammering, and thank God there wasn't because that would be so ooc I just can't with it. Cloud, despite being an awkward af dork who doesn't know how to deal with women hitting on him, doesn't turn into a flustered 14 year old trying to tell his crush he's leaving Nibelheim whenever they have contact. We've already seen smooth!Cloud giving Tifa a flower and complimenting her like a cheeky bastard. He can handle being around her because he feels comfortable. He can compliment her because of that, too. He might be slightly separated from those childhood feelings, but they're in there and they're motivating him to be outgoing towards her. To show her the cool SOLDIER he became that's worthy of being beside her.

But, yeah, back to the point. The moment is over. Or is it? Because that is some very further prolonged eye contact between them when there doesn't have to be. Tifa moves back, Cloud moves forward, they're both getting up and yet, they're both looking at each other. I don't know about you, but I find it easier to look where I'm going when I've fallen on my ass and need to get up. I sure af don't stare longingly into someone's eyes like I can't bear not to.

And now it really is over because right after this the mechs arrive. But before that, some more prolonged eye contact. There literally is no need for them to do this at this point. Tifa looks pensive, but I think that's her default tbf. Yet, at the same time, there's an intensity in her gaze like she wants to say something – maybe it's just a thank you, that would turn into a flirty conversation of some sort “you didn't need to do that,” “I wanted to” kind of deal – so it makes sense they're interrupted because Square said they didn’t want to overdo the amount of Cloti content they added and this is already a very charged scene.

Meanwhile, Cloud is looking at her like she's his entire world and he's just waiting for her to realise it. There's an aura of expectation in his pose and face. They're both crouching in mirrored poses, which as some of you may know is what you do when you're trying to build rapport with someone. It's basic body language building blocks. Toddlers do this. They're both on one knee, slightly leaning forward. Now, if there was no rapport between them, if they wanted to end the moment, one of them would stand up, breaking the mirrored pose and cutting off eye contact. This would put one above the other and show an imbalance in their relationship. This doesn't happen. They both turn at the same time, rise at the same time and fight pose at the same time.

Conclusion:

Seriously? After all that you can't draw your own?

Ok, I'll be fair to the other side. Let's take away Cloud's history with Tifa – since that's the biggest argument for them: the childhood crush trope.

If Cloud and Tifa weren't friends, just colleagues on a mission, this scene would still be hella charged with sexual tension and implication that Cloud has a thing for her. Even if it's just basic sexual attraction, that's still attraction and a marker on the pathway to a relationship.

But, they are friends, so moving on.

Tifa is the more reserved one in this dynamic. She's naturally shy – it's canon – but even with that, she's affected by Cloud. She holds that eye contact. Her voice is equally soft as his. She mirrors his pose. She doesn't try to get away the second they stop moving. Cloud is the one to move things along, without awkwardness because he's comfortable with Tifa. He's not out of sorts having her lying on top of him – which you can argue means he's not interested, but I literally just pointed out all the ways in which he is into her. Being comfortable in someone's company doesn't mean a person isn't attracted to them. If I had to stick a pin in Cloud's sexuality I'd say he's on the demi scale, meaning he needs to have a deep emotional connection to whoever he's with before he falls in love with them. He's not a love at first sight kind of guy.

This fits with the childhood crush trope. Cloud's known Tifa for years and developed an attraction to her that still lingers, making a reconnection between them easier. He's not slobbering over her because he's Cloud and very stoic – I know people say his true self isn't like this, but it is only with more insecurity and desire to prove himself. He's still a very reserved guy with a dry sense of humour. He's prone to melancholy and self doubt, which is why his friends bolster his confidence so much.

Point is, everything in this scene showcases a deep and meaningful relationship between the two of them at its best, while at its most shallow it shows Cloud is sexually attracted to Tifa, which is something that could develop into a more meaningful relationship later. Either way, it's a marked moment in their interactions that Cloud's non-optional choices led to it. There's no either/or within this. It happened.

[kaalamarii]

MC’s 80s Party-Blue Monday

Tootina here back again, this time with a small Satan drabble for my (somewhat) 80s themed fanfics.

Summary: You like Satan’s costume, specifically one part of it.

Pairings: Satan/Reader

Word Count: 1109

Warnings: talks of dick, flirtatious teasing, sass, and I think Satan might be a bit ooc.

You make your way over to Satan and Levi, who are sitting opposite of each other, both hunched over with rubix cubes in their hands, competing to figure them out. You greet them,and receive a grunt from the two of them as they are both too proud to let their guards down and risk losing this little fight.

Levi, dressed in full Ghostbuster with a small, adorable Slimer charm hanging from his proton pack, is getting increasingly frustrated, letting out small growls and rolling his eyes. Satan is completely different, getting closer and closer to figuring out the puzzle, his expression getting more cocky with every turn. His costume is the Goblin King, complete with wig, make up, vest, and tight pants.

Satan completes the cube, slamming it down on the table and sitting back, arms crossed and smirking. Levi curses, throwing the toy on the floor and his hands up in the air. “This isn’t fair!”

The Avatar of Envy got up, huffily walking away. Satan chuckles. “He’s such a sore loser.”

“At least he didn’t try to kill you,” you say, referencing to when he lost the TSL trivia challenge.

Satan scoffs. “He wouldn’t succeed.”

“Wait, aren’t you number 4?” You tease, “And Levi’s 3rd? Doesn’t that mean he’s stronger than you?”

His eyes narrow at you as he leans into you, so close you feel the heat coming off of him. It makes your head spin. “Easy there, human. I might not be stronger than Levi, but I’m much stronger than you.”

“Oooh, is that a threat?”

He grins. “Perhaps it is. You keep up your smart mouth and we’ll see where it takes you.”

“I’m so scared,” you say with an eye roll. Maybe a part of you was a bit scared of the demon, deep down, but you also found his empty threats a bit exciting.

“You should be,” he replies, somewhat serious. “Not every demon down here would enjoy your attitude.”

“Are you saying you enjoy my sass?”

Satan answers honestly, “I find amusement in this arrangement we have.”

“And what sort of arrangement do we have?”

“One where you’re incredibly bratty and annoying and I have to put you in your place.”

You laugh. “I think you’ve got our roles reversed there, Satan.”

He simply shakes his head. “Oh? I think I was pretty accurate in my description.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

He grins and changes the subject. “I like your costume.”

“Thanks, David Bowie. You’re looking good, too. I see you stuffed your pants to get the infamous bulge.”

Satan laughs. “You think I stuffed my pants for this costume? This is all me.” He leans back and spreads his legs apart more, a subconscious decision to flaunt what he’s got.

“You wish.” You don’t doubt him, but you can’t help teasing him.

He stares you down, danger in his eyes. “Don’t believe me? I can show you.” He also knows that you believe him, but he can’t help but push back.

Your heart starts racing, but you keep your cool outwardly. You scoff at the demon. “You’re that desperate to show me your cock, huh?”

He matches your boldness. “Not as desperate as you are to see it.”

“I doubt it’s that impressive. Seen one, seen ‘em all.”

“You have a long history of dicks, huh?” he asks, earning a playful smack on the arm from you.

“Jerk!”

He smiles. “You know, if you think it’s big now, you should see it when it’s hard.”

“I never said it was big.”

“You sorta did, when you assumed I stuffed my pants.”

“Nah,” you reply, “Just wanted to knock the arrogance out of you.”

“Is that so? Then let’s make a bet,” he leans forward. “We go to my room and if you’re impressed, I’ll let you have it.”

“Woooow, what a privilege!” You mock. “And what happens when I’m completely underwhelmed by the sight of your dick?”

“No matter. You won’t be.”

You laugh.“Alright, fine then. Let’s go.”

He smirks. “So excited already, huh?”

You and Satan walk to his room, keeping the sexually charged banter going down the hallway. You step carefully over stacks of books on the floor as he lets you into his bedroom. He’ll never tell you, but he was growing more and more restless on the way to his room, the pit of his stomach fluttering in anticipation for what was coming.

He shuts the door behind him. You sit on his bed and he turns to see you, forgoing his calm exterior drop for a moment as his mind buzzed with impure thoughts and desires. 

“Now who’s the excited one?” You taunt him, eyes falling to his now hardening member. 

“Yeah right,” he mumbles, a feeble attempt to keep his aloof facade going. 

“So, let’s see it.”

He smirks. “Eager, are you?” 

His hands to his belt, unbuckling it. You watch, your eyes on him hungrily. He undoes the button and unzips, pushing his pants down to his thighs and letting himself free. He looks down at his cock, then up at you, grinning when he sees you smiling, studying him.

Your eyes meet his. “Not bad.”

“Told you you’d like it.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I didn’t say I liked it.”

Satan scoffs. “I can see the arousal on your face.”

“Like I said, seen one, you seen them all,” you stand up, walking dangerously close to the demon and put your hand on his thigh. You don’t let up your teasing tone as you lightly run a finger down his shaft. “It’s pretty and all, but you can’t impress me until I see what you can do with it.” 

Satan shivers at your touch, eyes looking down at you with lust. He leans in, his lips colliding with yours. He drapes his arms over you, gripping your ass to pull you into him and pressing his hardness against you. He trails kisses and nibbles down your jaw and neck. His voice is low and gruff as he tells you, “I’ll gladly show you what I can do with it.”

You smile teasingly. “I’m not going to let you win that easily,” you whisper, giving him a kiss and a wink and sauntering over to the door. “Come and find me after the party, yeah?”

Satan stands, flabbergasted, dick hard and hanging from his pants as you leave the room, his confident act shook. He grins to himself. 

He may have met his match in you. He fixes his costume, and leaves his room, keen to get back to you to continue this flirty game of teasing and denial.

[jeeperso]

D&D Quotes Without Context

Ravenloft Edition, Dementlieu Arc part 2

Alright, it's night. Jonni: “The best time for arson!” Jonni, you are up spending some quality time with Vesh. Jonni: “The best time for arson!” "YOU COME INTO MY CITY WITH A PARADE, PUTTING ON A FARCE FOR THE MASSES, YOU FOOL THEM BUT YOU DO NOT FOOL ME. NOW FACE MY JUDGEMENT." They point a bony finger at Vesh and....nothing happens. They point a few more times, expecting something to happen. Vesh sighs. "You done?" “Hey, buddy, I told you, she’s a Princess. Maybe not of a big nation, but a Princess is a Princess.” "...Well I guess she is. Sorry for disturbing you." And the spirit then awkwardly shuffles out. "That reminds me, I will visit Semprini, warn him of this Red Death." “Or, hear me out, we don’t and hire a bard to follow him around and then show us what happened later in moving pictures.” "Come on, you know how well I can fit in with high society, Steve. I can speak Snob." "Steve... He really moved up in the world after he died. I'm proud for him." "Social gatherings...I can be nice and polite, but high society tends to leave me cold. It all seems so...fake." “Yeah. But I usually get to fork some ashholes [sic] trophy wife in the cloak room, and the food can be good.” "Look it's easy, you go to some parties and dinners at some places, see the sights, smile and laugh, and we're golden. "And if anyone gives us any shit, we just grin and take it, and then track them down after the party and light them on fire." "We've come on behalf of a young lady whose parents have been afflicted with a curse..." “We need that lifted before we have to adopt again.” "None of the rest of you better pull an Edmund on us." Gorbash: "Okay Marshal's not allowed to speak for the group without approval. Jonni was already not allowed to speak for the group. God... am I the diplomatic one here? How the hell am I the diplomatic one?" Jonni: “Hey, I can be diplomatic. In a skeevy way, sure, but diplomatic.” Jonni: “Back of the line, new Eddie. Gorb’s in charge unless I have a better idea.” "Some specters showed up while you were out, but Kyra and Simone drove them off....Where's Marshal?" Jonni: “Getting ready for me to kill him when he gets back.” Seoni sighs, "Of course he did." Gorbash: "Yeah, he's joining Jonni in the 'not allowed to make decisions without group permission club'." Jonni: “Wait… Marsh is gone! No one will stop me from killing Semprini!” Gorbash: "I am still here." Jonni: “I’ll bring you his mustache.” Gorbash: "You may continue." Gorbash: "...Gods, I'm the leader... How is the guy who spent a year in a fracking asylum the one people look to for leadership?" OOC: Gorbash is going to be referring to this kind of epic stupidity as Pulling an Edmund for at least as long as it takes us to save Edmund. OOC: I haven’t seen a robot do something that dumb since Optimus’ Primes comic death. And his brain fits on a 3x4 floppy. Gorbash: "I've been to Blutspar. I don't need eyes to see horrors everywhere. Give me the tour." Nyx: "I would like to go some place without horrors for once. I'm guessing that is too high an order around here." Gorebash:

Yeah she had a holy symbol of Asmodeus on her armor. “Oh, hey, we got that douche canoe back home” Jonni says, very loudly. “Demon Prince of tiny dicks.” Jonni: “I don’t go to plays with ‘king’ in the title after the incident. “Course, most of the plays I go to have titles that are parody’s of other plays. They usually involve some kind of food delivery that can’t be paid for.” Gorbash grabs Irost by the collar. "Entire city. Mass suicide. Rivers of blood centuries later. GIANT MAN MADE OF BUGS!" Irost: "....That could possibly be classified as urban improvement..." Irost: "But then we'd miss the ball, and the excitement, and the chance to make names for ourselves." Jonni: “New Eddie is dumber than old Eddie.” Gorbash: "My old crew and I once infiltrated a gods damned apocalypse cult-a-polusa! I damn well know my apocalypses." “We’ll get you a red snapper, it’s okay. The things beyond the veil aren’t going to tear your soul out and wipe their ass with it tonight.” The stall has three barrels around the stall, and a large crate with a sign that says "Stikk hand in fer big serprize." [sic] Gorbash: "This feels like a trap. Hey Jonni, come here!" Jonni: “Want me to light it up?” Upon you saying that the crate grows a mouth and begins inching away. The crate and the three barrels, as well as the sign, all get up and move towards an open manhole. The lead mimic turns and spits at you, "Damn adventurers, this used to be a nice neighborhood." Jonni: “Hey I know where you can find a really dumb guy. I’ll tell you if you bring us his mustache.” "How dare you, we are not vagrants nor tramps. We are guards for a traveling merchant caravan. And adventurers who solve problems and help others." "Right! They're Hobos!" Jonni: “Cool. Cool. So you’re a colossal asshat, your god sucks, and virtually no one I care about will mind if you die. In fact, the nicest member of my party thought about doing it herself.” Jonni: “Hey! One last thing? Go fuck yourself with a cactus you racist piece of devil-worshiping pig fart.” Linxia takes a deep breath. "We will settle this another time I think. But keep in mind;" she reaches out, grabs a caterpillar from a tree, and crushes it in hand. "Vermin always get crushed in the end." Gorbash: "B!+ch, we're Pest Control experts." He is wearing a "I survived the Organ grinder" TY shirt over his armor, and is also covered with popcorn, soda and other stickyness. In one hand he holds a handful of balloons, and in the other a large stuffed purple teddy bear. On his head is a hat with cat ears. Jonni: “We met new people to kill and you’re not allowed to tell me no anymore.” Gorbash returns the favor that Marshal did for him back in Hazlan and tightly hugs his metal friend. Irost would hug him from the other side as well, squeezing tightly. You are stuck fast to Marshal now, he is very sticky. "Uhm, do we need to get out the special scrubbing alcohol to clean you guys off now?" Marshal: "Fire." Jonni casts the “create campfire” cantrip. Irost: "WAIT! Wait we're still-AHHHHHH!" Marshal ties a blindfold around his helmet's eyeholes and sticks a cigarette in just in time. Jonni: “Sorry, reflex.” Marshal: "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe." Jonni: “I’ve fucked things you wouldn’t believe. Anyhow, walk it off. We got crime tonight.” “It’s that or wait for the play that pinged Gorb’s 'end of world' alarm to finish.” "What you did Marshall... Sainthood should be being considered." “If they gave out sainthood for being a moron Semprini would be a living god.” You guys become aware, that there things watching you. Or rather watching Marshal. You see countless tiny stuffed animals of varying types: bears, foxes, rabbits, but with horrific twisted features. Some have obviously human eyes or teeth, others are bulging with strange contents. Gorbash: "How is it, that Marshal is the one with the most Stalkers?" Marshal: "Co-workers on break." Jonni: “They forming a union?” According to Vesh, the boat will be arriving at Midnight with cargo, among which will be the box. It will unload the cargo in the shipping company's warehouse. where it will stay until it is shipped to the D'honaire estate on the night before the ball. The docks are silent. No one on them. The niight is clear, with stars in the sky and a huge moon. So what's your plan? OOC: Fireballs. You see the bizarre scene of a bunch of demonic beanie babies smoking. After about fifteen minutes, the bay is rocked by a massive explosion, as the galleon bursts into flames. "Jonni!" Jonni: “Gods I wish that was me.” OOC: Great things happen when Kreuz has a Paladin Moment. OOC1: This other crew is going to find we aren't harder to deal with than most adventurers, we fight smarter, not harder. OOC2: Also, we are more mentally unstable and prone to dickery. OOC: To be fair, the rules don’t say I have rocket feet. The power gamer in me says no, but the nerd in me says “ROCKET BOOTS!”

[chick-from-nz]

Paper, Scissors, Rank (Ch: 6)

CHARACTER/PAIRING: Modern!Carrillo x Army!OC (eventually) 

WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, military slang, more military talk,  spelling and grammatical errors. Flippy floppy points of view and tenses. Could be very OOC/AU for some. Carrillo may not be narcos accurate as this is an AU. Some OC x OC 

AUTHORS NOTE: not too much happening this chapter, again a big thank you to @1zashreena1 for helping me with my ideas for this chapter. finally a first name for the OC, and Sinclair being a dick. hope yall enjoy

WORD COUNT: 3.1K

CHAPTER: 6 OF ?

TAG LIST(OPEN): @girlpornparadise @1zashreena1 @xxidontwikeitxx @nicke0115 @allalngthewtchtower @lettherebrelight

Greyson woke with a gasp, her head was pounding like she’d been on a week long bender, and her jaw ached beyond measure. She went to sit up only to fall back clutching her side in pain, Ugh what the fuck.  Shaking away the blurry vision that came with waking up, she allowed her eyes to adjust to her surroundings. She took in the clinically white walls and curtains, the bed that looked too medical to be her own and finally her eyes landed on the tubes in her arms. Why the fuck am I in the hospital!. A fresh wave of panic shot through the cadet as she went to climb out of the bed and find someone to explain to her what the hell she was doing here. But as she went to sit up again a pair of large, strong hands softly pinned her back in place. She swung to her right ready to give the person a piece of her mind, only to make eye contact with a pair of tired looking deep brown eyes. What’s Colonel Carrillo doing here?

“Don’t move Second Lt Greyson, you’re not in good shape” He offered softly. “I’ll go grab the medic in charge. Stay put” the last bit was said as more of a light order. He knew from her grimace when she woke that she was in more pain than she let on. He’d seen a similar look on his own face one to many times. He patted her gently on the shoulder, as to not aggravate her injuries any further, and turned to walk out the door and alert the medics, only to be stopped by a smaller, softer hand grabbing his own.

“Sir, what do you mean Second Lieutenant? I haven’t graduated yet!” Anger, always her go to emotion, bled through the initial confusion in her tone. There was no way she had graduated, she would remember that surely. She dared a glance at his face but first noted the way she was gripping his hand with such force she was probably hurting him. She dropped his hand like he was made of fire. Eyes dragged over his torso slowly, his shoulders were slumped, his posture nothing like the Colonel she was used to seeing, if only briefly. What the fuck has gotten into him?. “Sir, is something wrong?” her tone was soft enough to shock herself, was she subconsciously trying to comfort him, she shook that thought off, now is not the time for that you idiot.

Carrillo sighed, running a hand over his face like he was trying to wash away the hours a day he had spent reading over files while keeping a watch over her. He knew that when she came to, she would waffle off questions a mile a minute, without much of a care from her injuries. He had read over any report that contained highly detailed information about her. He had sat down with each cadet and discussed what she was like in training before he arrived. Most of the cadets enjoyed her company, looked up to her and envied her unparalleled skills. Yes some of the females were jealous of how she seemed to fit in with some of the boys and how many of the male instructors paid attention to her, but none displayed the attitude or mental instability  to want to physically hurt the cadet who laid awake in the hospital bed before him.

One way or another he knew the truth would come out, he could only hope that she would not try and seek vengeance when they finally found the culprit, or maybe it would help her , he mused.  “You’ve been laid up in bed for just over a week Greyson, whoever did this to you knew what they were doing and hit you hard. I’ll let the medics cover most of it but, you're a permanent member of my team now, your position in the army is safe. Congratulations for graduating” The last bit was added as a kind of after statement and accompanied with a shrug. He didn't really know what to say to the young officer before him. The attack on her had put the base, and his team who were currently scattered on deployments, into high alert. He didn’t know how to explain it but the sinking feeling at losing a team member, one as talented as she was, so soon had cut him deeper than he’d ever admit. Strange for only having known Greyson for no longer than a few weeks.

Greyson lay there stunned while watching him leave the room. Out for over a week, everyone has graduated, and she’s a permanent member of his team?. Who knew so much could happen while being unconscious for a week. Her side was itchy, too itchy. Lifting the blankets that covered her body and taking in a relatively large white bandage on her side has her eyes growing wide. The fuck happened to me.  Obviously her injuries were worse than the Colonel let on. He had said she’d been targeted, so whoever had done this had motive. The only motive against her she could think of was her tarnished last name because of her father. Of course that prick's mistakes would come round to bite me in the ass. Greyson laughed and regretted it instantly. The pain that radiated from her left side was some of the worst she’d felt since breaking three of her ribs in a kickboxing tournament, actually, now that she thought about it, the pain was the same. It wouldn’t surprise her if she had broken those same ribs again.

Turns out, she was, in fact, correct. The medics had entered the room a short while after the Colonel had left and detailed her injuries. Four broken ribs, a split eyebrow, forehead split from the opposite eyebrow to the scalp, a concussion that she would be nursing for another week or so, a broken nose that would soon be healed and last but not least, an inch deep stab wound to her left side that went from just above her hip to just below her ribs. Whoever had done this really did a number on her, that was for sure. The list of injuries sure came as a shock to the soldier, it was clear that the person who committed this crime was out for blood, and it was almost as though they had sought to kill her but had been spooked by someone entering the gym. She definitely had to see Calliope and thank him for saving her life, and thank Carrillo for saving her damn career.

It was around an hour or so later that her door opened again, presuming it was just the Colonel coming to check to make sure she hadn’t carked it since he last left the room, she didn’t bother to open her eyes or lift her head from the position of comfortable rest she was in. A mistake on her behalf, she tensed when a hand grabbed her own and began rubbing small circles on her palm. There was no way this was the Colonel. The hands were arguably smaller and not as calloused as the aforementioned mans were. Not that I paid attention to that, she told herself. Or more accurately, lied to herself. It was practically the only thing she had focused on when she had reached out to grab a hold of him. She could not shake the feeling of those strong, calloused and oh so large and warm hands travelling across other parts of her body. Ok seriously, not the way to think of him, even if he is a god of a man.  

Daring to open an eye just enough to get a glimpse of the person in her room, she nearly clambered from the bed in shock, although it really should not have come as a surprise to her that the Lt. Colonel had found his way into her room. She observed the fact that he looked shattered. Big dark circles under his eyes, slumped posture, and eyes that made him look less like the jovial forever joking around man and more like the man who carried the rank of Lt. Colonel. She heard what sounded like a sniffle come from the man, is he really crying right now?

Sinclair was indeed crying. He felt partially responsible for what had happened to the young officer in the bed before him. Maybe if he hadn’t have pushed her then she would have graduated with her pairs and be running round learning the ways of her new team. But no, here she was lying in a bed she had no place being, with an amount of stitches he didn’t even want to think about and probably hating his guts. Which he felt was probably the most accurate response she could have to this situation. Still, he had to try his luck. She had, after all, graduated and was now a serving officer.

“I’m fucking sorry, Ash. I should’ve gone after you and talked it out. I didn't want you to think badly about me because of it” He sniffed, voice cracked, but he continued on, “It's all my fault, i should never have put you in the position, I’m sorry” his voice tapered off at the end, broken slightly by his now croaky voice as the tears began to come full force, emotion over taking him more than he thought possible. He genuinely liked this girl, despite going about it the wrong way, he felt deeply for her and would continue to even if she rejected him, although this time he would cut his losses and attempt to move on. He jumped briefly when he felt her hand close in around his, he didn’t know she was awake. Now he felt stupid for crying.

“Sir, it’s not your fault, I don’t blame you for what happened. If anything, it’s my own fault for continuing to feel something for you even when I knew nothing could ever come of it. And for that I’m sorry” she stopped to gather herself, taking a deep breath before continuing, “But I do think it’s best that we stop whatever this could have been before it even begins. It will not look good for either of us, no matter how much we both might want it, I’m sorry Sir”  Ash cleared her throat before looking up at the man who was still rubbing soothing circles on her hand, his grip had tightened slightly when she said they shouldn’t continue, but he looked somewhat, relieved? And then he was laughing, a full bellied laugh that confused Ash to no end. She tilted her head at him, one eyebrow raised, and an expression that said Care to share what's so funny

“I knew it! I bloody knew it. Of course it wasn’t one sided, I knew you felt something for me” His tone was joyous, his smile was one akin to that of a cat that caught the canary. “Why didn’t you tell me, all this confusion could have been fixed, we could be together, right now, happy. You could’ve been mine already”

A shudder of disgust ran through the young officer, one strong enough for her to yank her hand out of his and bring it closer to her chest, safely away from his grasp. If Ash wasn’t already denying the man before her an attempt at a relationship, then his final sentence would have thrown her over the line. She wasn’t anyone's to keep. Let alone this deranged Lt. Colonels. If anything there was only one person, or team rather, she belonged to. And that was not Sinclair, no matter how bad he wanted that. His expression turned from one of joy to anger in a very short minute, one that scared Ash, not that she let that emotion cross her face, lest he think he’s won.

Ash gulped, gathered some courage and was about to give the LT. Colonel a piece of her mind when the door to her room opened suddenly to reveal Colonel Carrillo. It took Ash a moment to register the look of controlled anger on the Colonels face before she realized it wasn’t directed at her, but the man to her right. He took a calculated step into the room, before closing the door with a deliberate force. There was no denying who was in charge right now, the raw power the colonel was displaying sent a pang of heat straight to Greyson’s gut. Fuck why is he so undeniably hot right now, common Sir, hit him . Ash snorted at her internal thoughts. God, she was a mess sometimes.

The glare Colonel Carrillo leveled Sinclair with would make any sane man start begging for forgiveness on the spot. Sinclair had proven one two many times his intentions with Greyson, and now, having heard from standing outside the room, that he was trying to claim her as his own and convince her that they should be together, it made him irate. Obviously his previous warning was not taken on board by the lieutenant. Worse still, he had felt an unusual pang in his chest when he had heard the second lieutenant confess that she felt something for the dishonorable man standing before him now. “If you don’t get the fuck out of this room within the next ten seconds I’ll put a bullet in your thick skull. Obviously threatening your rank wasn’t enough, so don’t fucking try me this time Sinclair, that's an order!”

Ash gulped at the tension forming between both men. Sinclair had stood from the chair he had resided in and was nearly toe to toe with the superior officer. There was anger rolling off him in waves, his shoulders were pulled back and he was puffing out his chest. Fucking typical males, Ash scoffed.  But from her vantage point she could see that Carrillo was entirely too calm about squaring off with the man before him. He stood just an inch shorter than Sinclair but was broader by far, and carried a strength that surpassed any the lieutenant could ever dream to possess. He was staring down his nose at him, smirking to egg the man on to make the first move. And in the moment Greyson had never seen a more attractive sight. It was thrilling to be this close to such a raw display of power and such a far less man thinking he had a chance to beat the formidable Colonel Carrillo.

If Ash was to recall the day further on in her career she would say it was Sinclair who threw the first punch and started the fight, despite clearly seeing Carrillo mutter something low enough for only the men to hear. Whatever it was had its desired effect. The right hook that was thrown clipped the edge of the Colonel’s jaw but barely phased him, one minute he was registering a small inkling of pain, the next he had the slightly younger officer pinned to the wall, forearm across his throat, and hand grasping his pistol, ready to pull it from its holster and follow through with his current threat. He began to pull said gun from its holster, only to be stopped by a smaller hand covering his own and a quiet but firm voice whispering against the shell of his ear, “Don’t Carrillo, he’s not worth the paperwork”.

It was like a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, what was he even doing?. Greyson was right, the useless excuse of an officer before him really wasn’t worth the paper work. He secured his pistol before ripping his arm off the man's throat, smirking at the way he was gasping for breath and beyond pale. Good  he thought, maybe this time the message has really been cemented in this idiots’ brain . He didn’t need to tell the man to leave, once he had gathered enough breath to move he was all but sprinting from the room, not even daring to glance back at the youngest officer in the room. Carrillo was startled from his thoughts when Ash punched him in the arm, before wincing and pulling her hand back. He glanced at her, a shocked expression on his face, awaiting her next move.

“What the fuck was that!?” she hissed out at him before taking in a deep breath to center herself, her vision was a little blurry but she attributed that to the fact she had practically leapt from the bed to stop the Colonel committing blue force murder. Even if she despised Sinclair and his actions, she honestly couldn’t believe she actually had feelings for a man like that, the idea sent a cold shiver down her back. Ash swayed on her feet, she was getting increasingly unsteady. Warm hands grabbed her by the elbows and guided her back to the bed, she was thankful for that, even if she was partially angry at the Colonel before her.

“Stop being difficult and stay in the damn bed soldier” His gruff voice made her shiver but she obeyed him nonetheless, likely due to the underlying order in his tone.  He seemed to think for a moment, contemplating the right words to say, before he shrugged and announced “The medics decided it would be best for you to be monitored for the next few weeks until you’re given a clean bill of health. So I offered my place, or rather the team's new headquarters. The rest of the team will arrive in a month or so off deployment, it's gonna be just us in the meantime” He ceased speaking for a moment as he made his way to the door, “I’ll go sign your discharge papers, we depart in twenty, chop chop Lieutenant” and without so much as another word, he disappeared out the door.  Ash was stunned, a seemingly normal occurrence while in his presence. A month in a house, alone with Colonel Carrillo, this could be both the best and worst thing to happen to her lately, but she couldn’t wait, this could be a wild ride, or a terrible nightmare.  Greyson hoped it was the former rather than the later.