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Three’s A Crowd

Summary: Video games can be emotionally intense, especially when you’re butting heads with the two idiots yelling at each other. So when Jeff and Ben decide to break their tie in another way, you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time: right in the middle.

Characters: Ben Drowned x Female Reader x Jeff the Killer

SMUT WARNING MINORS DNI

TW: Using a controller as a vibrator, threesome, fingering, toxic, Ben pressures you lowkey, embarrassment, power struggle, vaginal, creampie, cum mixing, competition, cunnilingus, Jeff and Ben flirt, dub-con, pining, suppressed emotions, jealousy, jealousy sex, angry sex, insults, overstimulation

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In your opinion, video games sucked.

Correction: The games themselves didn’t suck. The way they made the residents of the mansion act, sucked. 

It was so unruly. Screaming, throwing the controllers, weapons being whipped out at a poorly timed insult, they had no restraint. Everyone was pretty bad, yourself included, but Jeff and Ben were worst of all. The two idiots didn’t have respect for a single thing in their lives, and that principle carried over now as you were hunched between them on the shabby couch in the living room. 

It was well into the night, and most of the creeps were either asleep or out on a mission for Slender, so the boys ruled they could be as reckless as they wanted without consequence. Jeff had hauled you along too, ripping you from your comfortable bed to act as a witness to whoever won the match of Mario Kart. However, six rounds later, the two of them were leaning forward heavily and cursing at every bad move. Elbows perched on knees as the bright glow from the TV cast a haze over the room, your phone distracting you as they shoved and bumped into your curled-up body. “One more shell and I’m punching you.” Ben grit, Jeff laughed.

Ben was playing as Link, obviously, but Jeff was heavily set on playing as Rosalina because she’s “emo and fuckin’ hot”. You thought it was crude, but as the little princess chucked another blue turtle shell as Link, Jeff secured his win, tying the boys up. Three each, no clear winner and the exhaustion was starting to set in as you gazed at the bright TV. “Aw, sucks. Guess we’ll never know.” You chime, tugging yourself off of the couch and beginning to make your way up to your room and away from the already obnoxious arguing that followed. A calloused hand was quick to drag you back, hauling your ass back into the cushion you had been in for hours. 

“Nope. All or nothin’.” Jeff smiled, settling back into the armrest of the couch as Ben loaded another round, the loud whistles and bells chiming obnoxiously as they gripped their controllers. You groaned, shrugging back into the crook of the cushions as the boys pressed close to you, occasionally slapping at each other’s thighs and elbowing you a little too hard as they sped through obstacles. It was irritating, you becoming agitated every time one of their curses rang a little too loud in your ear. Ben was winning, sending Jeff into an utter panic and standing up, knocking you on the side of the head as he threw his elbows out in an attempt to steer clear of the giant tar pit in front of him. That did it for you.

“Okay. Fuck this.” You stood up, shoving Jeff to the side as you grabbed the remote to the TV and powered it off, their yells following as the bright light faded. “What the fuck?!” Ben snapped, throwing his hands in the air and standing next to Jeff now, who looked equally as shocked. 

“You’ve done nothing but yell in my ear all night! Either find some other way to settle your score, or just get over yourselves!” You grit, slamming the remote back down and aiming to walk towards the stairs, shoving your phone into your pocket as you stomp off. Ben laughed, your phone becoming suddenly very hot in your pocket and making you hiss, grabbing it and throwing it down onto the floor. Jeff was cackling, Ben smiling as you scowled at him, his dark eyes bright against the re-appearing glow of the TV as it suddenly switched back on. “Fucker.” You growled. They both just chuckled, grabbing their controllers again and restarting the game where it left off. “Now, either come sit down, or your phone explodes next.” The elf chitted, patting the spot on the sofa next to him teasingly.

Swearing, you sat back down, shoving your phone onto the coffee table in front of you and begrudgingly refocusing on the bright game, Jeff now taking the lead. The race was quick, Ben coming out on top in the end and sending the pale killer to call for another round, to which you responded with a groan. “Sit tight, gonna grab a drink.” The dark-headed man huffed, tossing the controller onto your lap and heading off into the kitchen, the little device buzzing and lighting up every time Ben clicked on his own. It was a weird sensation, the vibrations tickling your skin as you watched the screen, Ben focused on readying a match again. “This thing vibrates?” You laughed, pushing around the joysticks and smiling when the device buzzed deep as the car engines on the screen revved. Ben smiled, teasingly nudging your arm as he sat back into the cushion, resting his on controller on his leg. “Yeah, not as good as yours though.” He teasingly glared.

You cringed, Ben’s perverted little mouth taking over as he snickered, your face growing hot. “Not funny.” You hissed, shoving the controller off of your lap and onto Jeff’s empty seat, the little buzzing seeming a lot less cute now. The room was awkward now, at least on your end, but Ben just kept laughing, even as Jeff reemerged from the kitchen and plopped back down onto the sofa, giving you both a questioning look before readjusting as you shook your head. 

The boys started up again, you now keenly aware of just how much they were touching you. Thighs pressed side by side, shoulders nudging, Ben’s hands moving the controller down just a little too close to your scrunched-up legs as he raced; his comment had made you very agitated, your mind swirling the comment every time you heard the deep vibration of the little devices. Ben noticed, or at least, pretended like he wasn’t planning it all along. The elf had used his comment wisely, pushing you just the right amount into uncomfortable just to get your blood flowing, but not pushing you away. Truth was, he knew it was personal, knew all too well from the small hum of your vibrator through his walls, your little huffs and whines pushing through the wood and right into his pointed ears. He liked those nights, the nights where he could secretly send his influence and make the vibrator speed up suddenly, the hum becoming louder as your little voice followed, forcing you into an orgasm that he secretly caused. It was his favorite thing, pushing you, unknowingly under his whim. But now, he had the chance to actually pursue it, pursue you. 

Jeff was your friend, he was the whole reason you were down here. He had nonchalantly pleaded with you to be their little witness and sit in on the game, and Ben knew if he wanted to get to you, you’d need Jeff there to accompany the ride. You two weren’t lovers, but Ben accepted the fact that if he wanted to make his fantasies a reality, he was going to have to share. If only for tonight. This rang true even as he subtly pressed his thigh closer against yours, but you instinctually slid your legs closer to Jeff, your weight slowly shifting onto his shoulder as he shifted with you. Ben side-eyed hard, quietly nagging himself as he lost track of what he was doing and slipped off the map. Jeff howled, playfully slapping your leg and teasing the elf about paying attention. But he was done with this game, his focus had left that screen and was now locked onto you, along with his subtle jealousy that struck as you nestled against Jeff even further.

“You get any closer to him you’ll be sitting on his dick.” Ben mocked, flicking the game off with a little twitch of his finger and letting the bright TV glow illuminate your already flushed face. You gawked at him, brows furrowed as your face grew hot, looking at Jeff as he just laughed. “What the fuck, man?” The killer half laughed half cringed, glancing at you but tossing the controller onto the coffee table to avoid the awkwardness of being pressed against you now. You read it, shifting off of him as Ben moved to face you, crossing his arms with a sour look. “No, go ahead [Y/N], show Jeff how bad you want it. Y’know, since apparently I’m not funny anymore.” He grilled, nudging you closer to Jeff until you literally had to push your hands against his chest to stop the elf from climbing on top of you. Jeff didn’t think it was funny anymore either, shoving Ben’s shoulder and telling him to chill out as he pressed further, grabbing the controller off of the couch and shoving your back down against the killer’s legs awkwardly. “I’ll just do it myself then.” 

Ben was shoving himself between your legs now, pressing your thighs open and forcing his hands between as Jeff tried to adjust, trying to pull you up but being forced behind you as the elf pushed down. “Ben. What the hell are you doing?” He was blushing, despite his aggressive gaze now the killer was stunned, and Ben could see it. His hands pushed deeper, a twitch of his eyebrow all it took to send the little device in his hand roaring, a deep rumbling sounding as he pushed it closer to your clothed cunt. You panicked, reaching down to stop Ben but the controller was already whirring against your shorts, sending your back arching off of Jeff’s legs and the blonde smiling wickedly. “May not be fun, but you sure do seem to enjoy yourself a lot because of me.” 

“Wha-“ You gasped, clawing back into Jeff’s jeans as he watched, unable to help as his face grew hot, eyes flickering across the scene. You tried to sit up, but Jeff’s hands were on you now, wrapping under your arms and hauling you between his legs, letting Ben work the controller’s handle against your clothed clit as his hands rubbed your body. This was embarrassing, you squirming and writhing against the feeling of the device harshly vibrating against you, the power a direct reflection of Ben’s emotions. It was hard and rough, your gasps and writhing groans making Ben all the more excited as he looked up at Jeff, his expression conflicted between discomforted and getting terribly turned on. “Go on, Jeffrey. Get on with it or leave, either way, I’m making her cum.” You hissed, jerking as the controller handle nudged hard onto your clit, reaching to grab Jeff’s arms that were wrapped around you, clawing into them for some relief.

The killer was conflicted, breathing heavily above you as he watched you come apart, hips jerking with every shove Ben gave of the device. “She said we should break our tie some other way. I say we just found the perfect solution.” The elf smirked. Jeff didn’t particularly know what he was doing, but Ben’s glare and your desperate eyes burning into the killer clicked something, all of his embarrassment washing out as he slid his hands up your shirt, a satisfied chuckle ringing from the blond. “Atta boy.” You were shifting, trying to pry Jeff's hands off as he tugged up your shirt over your bra, body tense as you felt Ben’s fingers slip under your shorts, too. “Guys- Wait-” But they weren't listening, didn’t care to anyway as they hauled your clothes off of your body, sharing hungry looks between the other as your bare skin felt hot and sticky against their rough hands. It was addicting.

Jeff had never particularly thought of you in that way, always seeing you as some stability that he could rely on, but never something he found he desired. You were pretty, beautiful even, but there was always this tension he couldn’t get past. He realized it now though, as he tugged your bra off of your tits and slid the fabric over your head, he knew that tension was just his buried frustration about you. He was never good with emotions anyway, especially his own. “Fuck…” He groaned as he palmed your flesh, your hard nipples satisfying to roll between the pads of his fingers. Goosebumps rose against your skin as your panties were pulled off of your ankles, and tossed aside as Ben reached for the controller again, the familiar buzzing desperately guiding you to shut your legs, but the elf’s hands were already prying them open. They were both chuckling, their hands palmed down hard all over your skin as Ben pressed the handle back to your clit, the bare contact sending your back shooting off of Jeff’s lap with a groan. The vibration was horrible now, squelching and rubbing shakily as your cunt ached, arousal building and clawing its way through. Ben’s eyes were locked on you, gauging your every reaction and slightly contorting the intensity of the device to tug cute little whines from your lips, his bulge growing annoying fast against you.

Jeff was too, his jeans becoming tight against your back as he pulled your nipples up, massaging your tits until you were clawing at his arms, whining for him to be easier. He wouldn’t, it just wasn’t his style, wasn’t what he craved. “Feel good, princess?” Ben hissed, nudging his hips under your thighs and letting his bulge rut against your bare ass, his sweatpants rough against your bare skin. Jeff groaned, rolling his eyes and he pulled you up, positioning under you and letting your back rest against his chest, his hips jerking his bulge against the small of your back. “Princess? Really?” He scoffed, reaching his hand to tug your chin to the side, giving him access to your neck and pecking at the hot skin. Ben glared, the aggression between the two shows in their actions as the controller upped its intensity, handle buzzing hard against your swollen clit, sending you sobbing. Jeff answered with a tight tug of your jaw, biting into the side of your neck just enough to make you panic. They were competing, trying to see who could better stake their claim. You cursed yourself mentally for letting yourself be their solution.

“Well, princess? Answer me, c’mon.” Ben smiled, ignoring the pale killer and letting his hands splay on your waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he worked the controller in small motions, contorting your clit desperately. You felt like you couldn’t get a stable breath, let alone speak, but the boys listened expectantly, Jeff’s breathing hot against the crook of your neck as he licked against the welts he had created. “I think- Ah- I think I’m close-” You craned, moaning as Ben slid his opposite hand down, running his fingers through the slick between your folds, spreading your arousal against your inner thighs. You groaned as he nudged his fingers into your cunt, spreading the digits against your clenching entrance and pushing his knuckles deeper. You craned, spreading your thighs at the relief of his fingers pushing against your walls, giving good relief to the vibration of the controller still heavy on your throbbing clit. You moaned heartily, jaw hanging open as you threw your head back against Jeff’s shoulder, his fingers quick to press from your jaw and find their way into your lips, pinching at your tongue. 

Closing your eyes, you sucked on the digits, letting Ben work his fingers deep into your cunt and tug your arousal further, Jeff gasping as you slid your tongue desperately. They were both watching, lost in the way your face looked flushed and sweaty, your hair clinging to your face and tears pricking against your eyelids. They were groaning, rutting their clothed cocks against your body until your skin felt raw, arching into the way the controller pulsed against you now, jutting your hips. Popping Jeff’s fingers out of your mouth, you cried out, cunt clenching and throbbing as Ben twisted his knuckles up into the gumminess of your walls. “Oh God- ‘Mm cummin- Ben-” You babbled, the boys adjusting quickly under you and prodding and pulling however they could, aiming to see who could nudge you over that last edge. Jeff’s teeth locked against the side of your jaw, his grunts loud in your ear as he twisted your nipples, hauling your orgasm to come crashing into you. “There you go babygirl, cum on his fingers,” Jeff grunted, licking your cheek as the deep red spot grew against your skin, your hands clasping against his arms as he hugged them around you. You were rolling your hips, chasing Ben’s fingers as he slowly pumped them out of you, gathering your slick and spreading it across your sensitive folds, eyes heavy on you. The controller’s rumbling died out, the handle glistening with your arousal and tossed to the side, the elf’s hands hooking around your waist and hauling you closer on his hips. “Good job, princess…” 

Ben leaned forward, steadying his weight on top of you as he pressed a kiss against your swollen lips, his tongue pushing itself into your mouth. You whined, sucking on his tongue and panting against his skin as you kissed him sloppily, slobber spreading across your skin. Jeff grumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around your chest and nudging his head into the crook of your neck, kissing against your ear and licking stripes against your shoulder. Even as they were pleasing you, their focus was on each other, their hands pushing against the other’s shoulder or nudging their knees out of the way; it was possessive and mean, you trapped right in the middle. Jeff popped off your neck, shoving Ben’s face off of yours as the blond’s hand wrapped in the killer’s messy hair and tugged him away from you, their growls echoing above you as they glared. You were still dazed, cunt still throbbing from your orgasm as Jeff hauled you up, pushing his back against the couch and setting you onto his lap, right on top of his bulge. “My turn.” He grit, a low rumble in his chest as he forcefully knots your hips down onto the swell in his jeans, Ben fussing in his ear but moving in front of you all the same. 

Even through their arguing they worked together, Ben helping to tug your hips up as Jeff reached around to unclasp his belt, letting his cock fling out of his jeans and rest against your soppy cunt. You hissed, the pale killer shifting his hips to let his length spread between your folds, your previous orgasm spreading across his cock. “I’ll fuck ya like you deserve, babygirl. Not with some fuckin’ Nintendo controller.” Ben glared, kneeling between Jeff's legs and pressing close to your cunt, fingers nudging against your tired clit, hauling your body back to life. Jeff positioned, nudging his cock head against your entrance, but your hands flung down, pushing both of them away. “If you two can’t act right, you’re not gonna be doing anything. Jesus, you can’t even fuck without arguing.” You spoke between pants, glaring at the two of them as they sat stunned, looking at the other. “Fine.” Jeff grit, rolling his eyes as he hooked his hands under your knees again, hauling them back and up to spread your cunt wide. You hissed, leaning back against him as Ben repositioned, swiping your hands away and nudging his thumb back onto your clit. 

Jeff rested his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your scent as he gripped his cock, nudging the head back against your entrance, flicking against your wetness. You rolled your hips, trying to get him to press in but Ben’s fingers tugged your clit up, making your hips follow with a whine. Jeff grumbled, tugging your legs back further and eventually nudging his hips up to connect with your entrance, slowly pushing in as you stretched around him. “Oh- Oh, my-” You mewled, throwing your head back to rest against the killer’s shoulder, reaching forward to grip Ben’s shoulders for stability as he pressed in. The elf gleamed, letting his hands wrap around your thighs as he pressed forward, pressing his tongue against your clit. You whined, shock writhing as Jeff shifted his hips up, letting the head of his cock nudge deep inside of you and stretch your walls thin, his grunts strained against your shoulder. Ben lapped at your folds, sucking your clit generously as Jeff bottomed out, letting your cunt rest on his balls as he pulsed inside of you, your eyes fluttering shut at the fullness. “Get your fuckin’ tongue off my dick, elf.” The killer grit, cringing at the feeling of Ben’s warm tongue lapping at the base of his dick as he focused on soaking in the taste of your swollen clit. He chuckled, popping off of the swollen nub and replacing it with his thumb, rubbing small circles and looking into the other’s wide eyes. “Be nice, remember?” He teased, pressing his face back in and sucking on your clit, careless to Jeff’s curses every time his tongue passed over the salty taste of the killer’s cock nestled inside of you. 

Grunting, Jeff got over it, hauling your legs higher and pulling them further apart, sighing at the stretch of your walls around him as you throbbed. He twisted his hips up, pressing his feet into the hardwood floor and pushing his cock up into your cunt, thrusting slowly as Ben worked your clit. “Shit…” He sighed, rolling his hips back down before pulsing back up. You moaned deep, hands messing up into Ben’s hair and tugging him closer as he swiped his tongue through your folds, practically trying to push the muscle into your entrance as well. Jeff kissed your shoulder, whispering unheard words as the sound of squelching and slapping filled the room, your cunt soaked and crying with pleasure every time the cock inside you pushed against your walls. “Tastes so good, ohmygods-” Ben clenched, grunting as you tugged his face back against your cunt the moment he let off, pushing his tongue back against your folds. He smiled against you, pushing his tongue up into the leftover space of your soaked cunt along with Jeff’s cock, lapping up every ounce of arousal that spilt onto his chin, fingers pulling your wet lips apart. The killer whined a ragged noise as the pressure of your cunt grew, strangling his length as the tongue felt so nice against the underside of his cock. He dug his nails into the underside of your knees, turning his face to catch your lips with his own as you moaned, gasping into his mouth. The noises you made were so pretty, muffled so nicely against his tongue as he wrapped it with yours. 

It was all so messy. Spit running down Ben’s chin, Jeff panting and moaning into your mouth the harder he thrust, your whines sobbed between kisses. Everything was so overwhelming, your cunt being pushed and stretched further than you could really handle. “So tight, baby. Jesus, you’re squeezin’ me awful.” Jeff growled against your swollen lips, biting the plump flesh and tugging his cock out all the way to the head just to thrust right back up again. Ben hummed again your cunt, swallowing you and relishing in the taste, begging for more as Jeff’s cock pushed more out, soaking his tongue. “Hurry up and cum, Jeffrey… My turn…” He mumbled against your puffy lips clenching around his lips so nicely, flicking his tongue against your clit again to force you into an orgasm. His cock hurt against his boxers, pushing desperately to get inside of you as he watched Jeff’s schlick in and out raggedly, glossy with your wetness. He reached down, undoing his sweatpant strings and pushing the waistband below his balls, quickly fisting his cock and jerking, precum dribbling down the length. “Fuck off…” Jeff grit, groaning as your entrance pulsed around him when he angled his hips forward. Ben rolled his eyes, standing up and pushing between your legs, cock in hand as he nudges himself down. He couldn’t wait any longer. 

Pressing a knee into the space between Jeff’s spread legs, Ben pushes the head of his cock between your spread folds, every bounce of your hips down onto Jeff’s cock forcing the blond’s cockhead to nudge against your clit, making you whine. Ben cursed, your slick gliding across the underside of his length and rubbing him as he reached to grip your tits, massaging the mounds as Jeff glared. 

The stimulation was too much, cunt overwhelmed as Jeff thrust harder, trying desperately to prove you could cum without the elf’s help. He let go of your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist and digging his face into your neck, biting down. You cried, hands pressed against his arms and clawing at his skin, legs curling around Ben’s waist as you sobbed, cunt aching and all too sensitive. Skin slapped loudly, juices squelching, and messy slobber hanging on your lips, babbling. You swelled, cockhead still against your clit and nudging you to an orgasm, rolling your eyes back as Jeff clenched his teeth into your skin, groaning his own. He didn’t slow down though, hips pulsing just as fast as he spilt into you, syrupy walls clenching tightly around the girth and milking him, pulsing with every twitch inside. “Jesus…” Ben gasped, fisting his cock as he watched your face flush, heavy eyes zoning out as you felt light, rolling your hips lazily to ride out your orgasm. “Fuck babygirl… What the fuck…” He groaned, lapping at the swollen skin that was forming from his bite, kissing your shoulder until he was focused enough to slip his soaked cock out of your cunt. 

Ben was quick to move, desperately tugging you up and twisting you around, knowing you didn’t have good enough strength to sit up anymore. Panting and still hazed, you dug your knees into the couch, straddling Jeff as you pressed your chest against his, hiding your face into his shoulder. Ben nudged behind you, tugging your hips back to meet his and groping at your ass, pulling the skin apart to see your soaked cunt. “Just one more, yeah princess?” Ben huffed, fisting his cock lazily as he pressed the tip between your folds, the warmth already tugging him closer. You sobbed, gripping Jeff’s shoulders and tugging at his hoodie as you nodded, arching gently as Ben slipped his head in.

Your cunt was so warm, so goopy and swollen from your orgasm, but constricting around Ben’s cock just right. Jeff’s cum threatened to leak out, dropping down but Ben caught it with his head, pushing it back into your entrance with a smile. He growled, his left hand holding his hoodie up to his chest while his right gripped onto your hip, nails digging in. Jeff reached around, wrapping his around your back as he kissed your cheek, watching closely as Ben sunk in. “Easy, you fuckin’ pixel bitch,” Jeff warned, reaching down to grip your ass, tugging the mounds in his rough hands as the blond scoffed. “She can take it.” He snapped his hips.

Now, Ben wasn’t as large as Jeff, but he knew how to sway his thrusts just right to make you fall apart. Placing a hand on the small of your back, he pushed down, forcing you to arch as he thrust up into your soppy walls, your cries loud and ragged against Jeff’s shoulder. “Plea- Please- Jesus-” You cried, reaching your hands to grip into Jeff’s messy hair, each snap of Ben’s hips jolting you forward with a slap. Jeff’s arms tensed around you, groaning as he soaked up your cries, cock fluttering to life again underneath. You leaned back, babbling something unheard as you connected your lips with Jeff’s moaning desperately into his mouth, Ben gritting as he snapped upwards into your walls. Reaching forward, the blond tangled his fist into the back of your hair, gripping tight and tugging a chunk back, snapping your head back as you cried. 

The elf was overwhelmed, a whining and grunting mess as his hips jolted, slapping loudly into yours as he tugged your hair. He leaned forward, forcing your face to turn as he pecked at your wet lips, brows knit as he continued his pace. Ben was shaking, lost in the warmth and wetness as he slammed in without any sense of coordination, you whimpering against his lips. Jeff growled, gripping your jaw and forcing you back to his lips, a little desperate game of possession starting up. Every few thrusts, the lips you were on would change, the two passing you between them as Jeff snaked a hand along your stomach, reaching to rub at your clit as he licked at your lips. You whined, hips jerking to meet the sensation as Ben tugged your head back to his, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You felt dizzy, position changing so often that you felt like you were spinning as your jaw was dragged back to another pair of lips. 

Fed up, you reached behind you, dragging Ben’s head closer as Jeff invaded your mouth, pressing the blond’s lips against yours as well. They both grunted, both tongues slipping into your mouth and fighting for more space, Ben’s thrusts becoming shallow and lazy as he tugged at your swollen lips. Slobber ran and mixed, whines and pants flowing into each other’s mouths as they both shared you, both dragged you onto another orgasm as Jeff’s fingers pinched your clit, Ben’s cock shoving itself deeper when he tugged your hair hard enough to make you cry. 

The boys were groaning, moaning against your lips as you came, drinking in your sounds as Ben bottomed out, letting you drag him along as well. Ben let off, his head dropping down against your shoulder as he came deep into your cunt, mixing his cum with Jeff’s, his fists gripping your hips tight and tugging you back further onto him. You pawed at Jeff’s chest, his muscles heaving with every breath as he held you, watching with wide eyes as you gasped through your orgasm, jaw hanging slack and eyes rolling back gently. “So good, babygirl. Look so good like this.” He smiled, gazing at Ben whose face was clenched tight, spilling what was left of his seed and tugging out, watching as your red lips swelled around his head. All of you were sweaty and hot, the TV glow reflecting bright against your red faces and hair clinging to your skin. Pants and grunts followed as you all plopped onto the couch, Jeff holding you as Ben lay on the opposite end, admiring your drenched cunt slowly leaking the mixed cum. 

Ben felt so content, so good watching you slowly drift in Jeff’s arms, the killer glancing at him and nodding his head, beckoning for him to come closer. “You look good too. I guess.” Jeff huffed as Ben crawled over, the elf laughing as he awkwardly slid under you, your body crammed between the two as they held you. “So, princess. Who’s the winner?” Ben smiled against your ear, smirking at Jeff as you groaned, glancing through heavy eyes.

“Couldn’t decide. Might need a couple more tries to figure it out.” You mumbled quietly against Jeff’s shoulder, closing your eyes and not thinking anything of the comment as your tired body took over. The boys, however, smiled at each other, rummaging around and positioning you snugly between them. “Good idea.” Jeff smiled, gripping under your knees and pushing them apart, each thigh spread over either boy’s waist. You stirred again, eyes shooting open as Jeff reached around to shove his fingers between your folds, pressing them inside achingly quickly. Ben followed, nudging his face into your neck and kissing the skin as his hands gripped your tits, massaging your arousal back to life. Whining, you gave in, reaching around to grip both of their heads closer to yours as you moaned, their fingers ravaging. 

Maybe you could teach them to share, maybe even then you could teach them to be nice…

This was an anonymous request!

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Big Red's Big Secret

Anon Request, "Hey! Im new to your blog and im pretty sure your requests are open, i was wondering how the turtles react to Raph having a secret s/o. Like he had been acting suspicious and they followed him and they saw him go to a person’s apartment and like do couple stuff ig? I hope i was clear enough ty have a good day/night✨"

~xXx~

“So yeah, this is (y,n), my partner. (Y,n), my brothers.”

A silence, thick as a brick wall, befell amongst the ninja turtles and single human that stood beside Raphael. He swore he hadn’t been followed, made extra sure and took extra ways to get to your place just to be safe. Perhaps, Raph had been exhausted from the recent missions him and his brothers had been busy accomplishing, or he was just too eager to see you after having not in a while, that he had not been as observant of his six as he’d thought. Whichever the reason for his slip up, it was too late to dwell on now, as his brothers who had followed him after having acting suspicious discovered the reason the red clad ninja had been going on so many “solo patrols”. That reason being you, who tensely stood behind him with six pairs of eyes completely focused on your presence.

It wasn’t till the biggest of smiles and a loud, excited “oh my gosh” bellowed from Mikey, that any tension in the room seemed to disparate.

“I’m Michelangelo, Raph’s favorite sibling of course, but you can call me Mikey!”

The youngest was just as you had imagined from the details described to you by your loving turtle, his smile contagious as you felt your own lips break into one to match. You couldn’t help but lightly giggle as Mikey’s furious handshake caused you to almost topple to the side, had Raph not been there to stable you.

“Hi, nice to meet you.”

Releasing your hands, Mikey was quick to jump into asking you a million questions, some of which left Raphael feeling a tad bit embarrassed.

“What’s your favorite pizza topping?! Do you play video games?! If so, what’s your favorite game?! Oh! Did you know that Raph sometimes talks in his sleep and if you ask him something he’ll actually answer?!”

“Okay-“, Donnie quickly intervened, seeing his red banned brother quickly glare with embarrassment, moving to step in front of the youngster before he said something that would get him into trouble.

“Stop hogging Mikey, let the rest of us say hi. I’m Donatello, but every one just calls me Donnie or Don for short.”

You stared with wide eyes up at the giant before you. Sure Raph had said he wasn’t the tallest of his siblings, but you hadn’t imagined one them to be this towering. Still with a big smile, you shook Donnie’s offered hand, a twinkle of mischief dancing in your eyes.

“Raph never answers this question, so do you mind telling me how the weather is up there?”

Donnie smirked, subconsciously straightening his posture to appear taller before sassily replying.

“Quite nice actually. You’re pretty funny, I like that.”

You smirked with shrug, playfully nudging Raphael’s side.

“Thanks, Raph says my humor is his favorite quality.”

Raphael as a response shook his head, eyes rolling with a small smirk, hand grabbing for the sleeve of the arm you bumped him with to pull you closer. He watched you interact with Donnie and Mikey, a warm feeling through out him as laughs and playful jester bounded between the trio. That was until, the clearing of one’s throat, cut into everyone’s attention.

Standing awkwardly back from the group, still just outside the open windowsill, was Leonardo. The anxiety and tension of earlier came rushing back to Raphael, swallowing a lump that had formed in his throat. Your eyes darted between the two, feeling a strong tenseness float in like a dense fog.

Just like with Mikey and Donnie, Raphael had told you lots about Leonardo. Yes, some of it had been during times the two would get into it, but it hadn’t all been negative. Some of it were things he’d never confess to the leader in blue, such as only ever having wanting to make him proud. Other times he’d remanences over good moments or adventures the two shared. Over all, it was a complicated relationship, especially when the two were younger, but what you knew for sure, was that Raphael truly loved his eldest brother.

Gently squeezing the hand that still held your sleeve, you offered Raphael a comforting smile.

The leader in blue was caught by surprise when a human hand had extended into his field of view, Leo's eyes following up the hands arm to meet your kind filled gaze.

“You must be Leonardo. It’s nice to finally meet you.”, you greeted, hand still opened towards him.

Truth be told, Leo was just as nervous as Raphael about this unexpected meeting. Yes, he was a little angry that Raph went behind his family’s back. However, he was secretly more hurt that his brother felt the need to keep such an important thing a secret. While he supposed it was to happen as he, especially in the past, would not have reacted so well to things Raphael would sometimes do, Leo worried that said brother had lost trust in him.

Leonardo looked between your open hand and back to your smiling face, before focusing on his hot headed brother in your living room. He was glaring, but Leo knew Raphael better than anyone, and could see the nervousness that swam in his hazel eyes. Obviously this was not the ideal way he’d planned on having the two of you meet, but it’s how it happened. Yet, where it was his brother who extended theirs hands to you, you were the one to extend you hand in friendly greeting towards Leo.

Finally, Leonardo reached for your hand, giving it a gentle shake, unaware of the weight that seemed to evaporate from Raphael’s stiffened shoulders.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, I apologize for the sudden intrusion. I hope we didn’t scare you.”, Leo apologetically greeted, rubbing the back of his head feeling a bit shy.

You shrugged once more, still holding a kind smile.

“Don’t worry about it, you didn’t frighten me at all, but how about you come inside. It must be freezing out there, plus I just finished making some cookies.”

Leo smiled at your kindness, thanking you for your offer and stepping into your warm home as he watched Mikey excitedly follow you to the kitchen for the sweet baked goods, Donnie following close behind. He’d only just met you, but Leonardo could instantly see how it was that Raphael fell for you. Despite the slight ache still present in his chest, Leonardo was grateful that someone so compassionate as you were the one to hook his brothers heart.

As he and Raphael made way to follow after you and his two youngest siblings, Leo gave the later a good pat on the shoulder, a warm and happy smile thrown his way.

“You did good, bro.”

Raphael, feeling lighter then he’d ever had, seeing the person he loved most in life now be apart of his family, wrapped an arm around Leonardo's shell with an equally comfortable and joyous smile.

“Thanks, Leo.”

~xXx~

[starlight-bread-blog]

How The Bond of Zuko and Katara Enhances the Themes of A:TLA

When a subplot is intertwined with a story’s core themes, it creates a more cohesive experience, resonating more profoundly with viewers. For this reason, a good writer must always aspire for a coherent narrative in all of its aspects. So, what are the themes of A:TLA, and how do Zuko and Katara fit into them? To answer that, I’m going to break down each theme and discuss how it relates to the pair.

On Destiny

Your destiny might be unexpected, controversial, but it’s yours. No one can take it away from you. In Lake Laogai, Zuko and Iroh shared the following exchange:

Even if people try, even if it isn’t acceptable to other people. Your identity will always be there, and you must make the choices that reflect your identity will always be there, because it’s your destiny. Near the series finale, in Sozin’s Comet Part 2, Iroh said:

“Sozin's Comet is arriving, and our destinies are upon us. Aang will face the Fire Lord.When I was a boy, I had a vision that I would one day take Ba Sing Se. Only now do I see that my destiny is to take it back from the Fire Nation,so the Earth Kingdom can be free again”.

In the end, everyone goes to their destinies. The destinies that they’re forging. Aang will spare the fire lord, Toph will use her metalbending to take down the airship, and Zuko and Katara will stand side by side against Azula. Who would have thought? Your destiny might be really surprising. No one could have guessed that Toph would invent metalbending, or that Aang would meet a lion turtle, or that Katara would stand by her former enemy’s side - by Zuko’s side.

Katara and Zuko’s closeness fulfill the show’s themes of destiny by being subversive and unexpected. They are fire and water, the daughter of the chief and the fire lord. Their friendship is rather odd, but it’s their destiny - not what was forced upon them. Moreover, their bond is subversive because it didn’t start as lovingly as it ended. Zuko and Katara were enemies, no one could have anticipated that they’ll grow close, but as I said, and the show said, destiny can come from an unexpected place.

On Diversity

Separation is an illusion as well as the four nations.

Zuko and Katara were not only enemies, from opposite sides of the war, but they were polar opposites – the Prince of the Fire Nation and the last waterbender of the small Southern Water Tribe, fire and water. However, all of these differences didn't matter for them to form a beautiful friendship. Because they're not actually separate, they're both kind empathetic people. They have much in common. The superficial predetermined differences aren't separation. They're one in the same.

Additionally, one will gain from learning about the other nations, or as Iroh put it:

Zuko and Katara leaning into their opposites ties into the theme. In fact, Zuko himself learned to redirect lightning from a waterbending technique.

On Redemption

Many characters in A:TLA were given a chance to redeem themselves. From Mai and Ty Lee redeeming themselves by betraying Azula near the end of the show to Iroh whose redemption has long ended before the story starts. A:tla firmly tells us that while the path to redemption can be long and hard, it’s a path worth paving and it’s yours to carve. Zuko’s redemption arc specifically is praised as one of the best redemption arcs in tv history.

A part of Zuko’s journey towards redemption is his interactions with Katara. Earning her forgiveness is his final step into integrating into the Gaang, and his final act of redemption is to jump in front of a lightning bolt for her. It’s significant that it’s Katara who represents these milestones in his arc. He redeems himself to everyone, but not in the same way as Katara. The path to redemption through Katara’s eyes is longer and ends with a bang.

On Morality

Black and white notions of the world are incomplete. The Fire Nation isn’t all evil, as seen in The Headband, their citizens are simply indoctrinated. And there can be band people on the other side of the war, such as Jet. Fire isn’t just destruction, it’s also healing and life. And the opposite of fire can be just as destructive, as seen in The Puppetmaster when Hama showcases her bloodbending. In 06×03 A\ang concludes the following:

“Anyone’s capable of great good and great evil.Everyone, even the Fire Lord and the Fire Nation have to be treated like they're worth giving a chance.”

When Zuko and Katara first met each other, they thought of each other as enemies and nothing more. Katara saw Zuko as his worst self and the manifestation of her hatred of the Fire Nation. In the Crystal Catacombs Katara described him as "the face of the enemy". She saw him as all black and no white, but then he opened up. They discover they actually have shared experiences despite being on opposing sides. When he betrayed her, it seemed to confirm that they're not similar, that everything Katara thought of Zuko was correct. Of course, he came back, but Katara can only forgive him once she lets go of some of her hatred of the Fire Nation. His connection to Katara proves that they’re both seeing the world as shades of gray.

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In conclusion, the profound connection between Zuko and Katara enhances the themes of the show and their connection is a perfect example of the messages it’s trying to put out. Rather it’s about destiny, morality, diversity or redemption, Zuko and Katara’s relationship is remains one of the most relevant examples of these themes in the show.

[yorshie]

So I’m happy I found you on Tumblr because I read Burnt Out a couple of days ago and LOVED IT. I wanted to see if maybe you can do a little spin-off or continuation of it with Mikey and Donnie because I’d love to see how they feel about romance and how they’d handle being in a relationship with a human.

Much love 🤎

Hi There! I'm guessing you read Burnt Out on AO3, I'm glad you found my Tumblr! Welcome to the Trash Pile! (affectionate term for my silly little blog)

I wanted to go ahead and answer this since I kinda have an answer to it, but I also don't lol. I'm sorry that's confusing, let me just explain-

I plan to do a story for each of the four turtles where they find romance, but the stories are not exactly connected together. So there will be stories for Donnie and Mikey (and Raph) but they don't necessarily fall in line with Burnt Out.

That being said, I did add two snippets under the line here. One focuses on tying up some loose ends with Leo, and the second one is focused more on what Raph got up to after leaving Reader in Burnt Out - again sorry that neither actually feature the turtle you've asked about, but rest assured they are in the planning!

SFW, but there's a lot of talk of body parts, make out scene in one, sleepy cuddles in the other

(Sorry I don't wanna tag a lot of people for an ask but @friggysblog i heard your 'chimp noises' over wanting to know what Raph got up to, and @tmnt-tychou cuz Leo cuddles)

LEO

The numbers on the alarm clock next to your bed said it was three in the morning, and at first you couldn’t understand what it was that woke you up. Your heart was pounding, breath high in your chest. You tried to raise an arm up to press against your face when a warmth caught your attention and you realized you weren’t alone in the bed.

Leo was curled up against your back, the crown of his head tucked against the back of yours, his breath slow and even against the nape of your neck. One large arm curled across your waist, inadvertently trapping your own underneath it. His thighs were sleep warm under the covers, hooked up against your own, the silky material of his pants doing little to block transferred body heat between the two of you. 

He mumbled, the low low and rumbly, when you peeled your arms out from under his and stretched in the little space afforded. When you rolled slowly onto your back, he opened one sleepy eye, blue glitteringly reflecting the little light in your bedroom, the enlarged pupil enhancing the gleam when his eye swiveled to the side and the light bounced off it. 

“S’…” He grunted when your knee knocked into the inside of his thigh. “Back t’ sleep.” He grumbled adorably, burying his nose back into the space where your neck dipped in to meet your shoulder. You shivered at the warm huff of his breath, and Leo answered with another of those calming rumbles.

“Leo?” You asked quietly, the whisper a huff of air released into the dark.

He grunted softly, and your lips tilted up, knowing he was closer to sleep than anything remotely capable of cognitive reasoning. 

“What was with the growling, earlier?” You tapped along his arm, smoothed your palm against the muscles twitching under his skin.

“Danger.” He finally whispered. “Didn’t like- you in danger.” His answer was more sleepy insistence than anything guarded, and you realized he wouldn’t remember this, these questions, later in the morning.

You hummed to him, curious and a little mischievous. “...what did you talk to your dad about?”

Leo grumbled, as if he knew what you were doing. “S’ not… fair.”

You cooed, fighting not to smile, following the tug of his large hand when he rolled you further over to face him, his arm pressed against the bed sliding forward to curl up under your pillow. 

He breathed in deep, arm across your waist thumbing up over your hip, your spine, tracing the bones in the dark, before he answered:

“S’don’t wanna talk bout that.” He whispered. “‘Nough that he told me… pull my head-“ He took a deep breath, his plastron pushing against your chest, your stomach- “out my ass. Now.” His eyes opened again, not as sleepy, regarding you with equal parts amusement and gentle censure. “Can we please go back t’ sleep?” 

The last part was whispered lowly against your skin, one eye ridge raising in question before he pressed his lips to the spot, and your pulse jumped to meet the soft scrub. 

It caused another low rumble, this one deeper in Leo’s chest, that accompanying thunk thunk thunk letting you know he caught the reaction. 

“Sleep.” He reiterated, and you would have huffed a laugh, not knowing if the grumbled tone was directed towards you or himself, when he shifted closer, pulling you tighter against him. One leg hooked between yours, and the sigh he gave at the sensation of you against his chest was bone deep. 

You melted against him, tucked your cheek against the curve of his bicep, and closed your eyes, trying to sync your breathing to his as he tipped back over into dreamland.

RAPH

Raph cocked his head, stood up from your living room couch and paced to the window. You watched as he peered out the curtain, arms tensed, before he checked the latch was locked and tugged the curtain closed fully. 

“Everything ok?” You asked, watching him with concern, and he startled, head whipping around quickly like he had forgotten you were there.

“Yeah… sorry baby. Ninja senses acting up.”

“Well they’re pretty spot on.” You leaned your head against the back of the couch, watching him with a small smile. You loved to watch him move, the sway of his shoulders, somehow completely silent when he wanted to be. “If they say something’s up, I believe them.”

He sighed, the sound rough, and you blinked, not expecting that reaction to your praise.

“Nah, it’s nothing bad. Just wasn’t ready for it.”

“Ready for what?” You asked, not overly concerned because he was still loose. Even when he turned to give the window one last look before returning to the couch, you believed him when he said it wasn’t anything bad. Trusted him enough to only scoot closer when he sank onto the cushion next to you.

He caught your hand, grip gentle despite the calluses lining his palms, and you tipped one over without thinking, ran your thumb across the pad at the base of his fingers. 

Raph didn’t pull away like the first couple of times you had done this, and you shifted to lay against him when he pushed a heavy arm between you and the couch and hauled you closer. He watched over your shoulder, free hand swiping over the muscle right above your elbow as you explored his other hand and traced the raised veins up his wrist. His head dipped to press his lips against the warm skin at the edge of your collar, breathed a puff of hot air that dampened the fabric of your sleep shirt.

“S’ my brother.” He finally rumbled, the sound thick and deep in his chest, and you involuntarily shivered at the vibration against your back. “Skulkin’ round. Only surprised he hasn’t done it before now.”

“Your brother?” You asked, and he hushed you, snout dipping closer to press a kiss to the skin behind your ear, before continuing. “Yeah, m’ brother. He can read lips though, so let me do the talkin’.”

You snorted, the laugh jostling you against him. “You gonna try and tell me you’re using that as an excuse to press kisses against me?”

“Do I need an excuse to kiss my girl?” He asked against your skin, and you felt the pang of butterflies in your sternum at that easy claim.

“No.” You replied firmly, hating yourself for the blush that worked its way across your cheeks and down your throat, to where he could certainly see even if your gaze was kept firmly on his big hand.

Raph rumbled behind you, and you weren’t sure if it was a laugh or just happiness at your reaction, but you raised your knees, pressing further against him. 

After a long moment, some unseen tension in his frame relaxed, and he released a shaky breath onto your shoulder, his open mouth sending a ghost of warmth down your back. You knew from that alone that his brother had moved on, left the two of you to cuddle without interference.

“You’re so soft.” He murmured finally, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Blows my mind how soft you are sometimes.”

You raised his hand at the compliment, brought his palm to your face and kissed it before tucking your cheek against it and scrubbing fondly. He turned the movement on its head with a hook of one finger, tipping your chin to the side and nudging your face closer to his for a kiss.

You sighed into it, careful with how you moved, aware he was larger, acknowledged the effort it took for him to keep it sweet and not end up kissing half your face. You wanted him to have good experiences kissing you, not fall back into the panic of the first time you’d dared to peck him and you both found out his instincts equated it to ‘shove my whole tongue in my partner’s mouth’. 

Raph was worth the learning curve though, and that deepening rumble was especially sweet. You shifted, turned, rose up on your knees to face him, and he took advantage to slide his hand across the small of your back, hauled you closer. His hand tucked around the back of your neck, cupping the back, thumb sliding into your hair to hold you in place.

His lips were soft, the touch of the scar across his upper one sending a jolt through you with every brush against your own mouth. You cupped his jaw and scrubbed your thumbs across his cheeks, the growing warmth under his skin letting you know he particularly enjoyed that additional contact, and you smiled against him. 

He pulled back minutely to transition into lingering pecks, causing your smile to grow. 

“Wanna ask you something.” He spoke between kisses, and you hummed a question, shifting to wind your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his plastron. The vibration there turned into a fast paced thunk thunk thunk, and your smile turned cat-like when you noticed how muddled the skin of his face was turning.

His hands slid to your waist, tightened to hold you against him. “Come-“ You kissed him again, and he grunted into it, huffing out a sharp chuckle as you repeated the action “-come meet my family.”

You paused, leaned back a little, and considered him. Took in the way he didn’t shrink from your gaze, green eyes glittering and pupil blown wide, before nodding, rubbing your fingers against the ticklish muscles between his neck and carapace. 

“I’d love to.” You told him firmly, and his mouth curved into that full blown, soft smile that turned his expression puppy sweet. Not the bedroom smirk you saw most often when he was trying to get out of trouble, but the one you coveted and held each instance you saw it close to your heart.

[turtlepanic]

Um…here?

Officially nmh chapter 1

Chapter 1: Lavinia.

Lavinia draxum. Creation of the renowned alchemist and head of the hidden city security department, Baron Draxum

Vivi was normal, at least the most normal she could be. Being a mutant instead of a yokai was a challenge, however being the child of the greatest warrior in the hidden city had its perks.

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Today was a day like no other. Dear Lavinia started her morning by washing her face and getting dressed before leaving her room. The soft tapping of her feet moving through the hallway alerted her father, who was working on something in his study.

Vivi turned to the sound of hoofsteps and was greeted, “Good morning little lamb.” Her father muttered before scooping her into a hug.

“Morning dad!” A chirp erupted from the turtle’s beak as she squirmed out of the tight hug. “Any deliveries today?” Vivi followed up

“List in the kitchen…” the goat yokai grumbled out. He was most assuredly not a morning person. So she wandered to the kitchen and spotted a couple crates and a list.

Sure her dad was a renowned figure in the hidden city, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have a shady side hustle. Science was his talent, he had a knack for creating deadly chemicals that may or may not be of use to certain people for a certain price. So he may or may not sell chemicals, but who was Vivi to judge, she just likes helping.

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First stop!

Vivi picked up a crate and entered the large building. As she entered she managed to weave through the yokai blocking her path and into the elevator.

She pressed a button and the elevator shook a bit which made her quiver, not liking how rusty it sounded despite the high quality of the machinery. But before she knew it Vivi arrived, quickly scurrying to the big office down the hall.

“Good morning Miss Mama…” Lavinia peeked her head in to see the business woman sitting in her plush leather chair.

“Vivi! My little teal! Do come in!” She motioned and Lavinia complied. “How’s draxy doing? And is that my shipment? I thought I ordered more of his splendid little acids...” a frown came over the refined woman’s face.

“N-no! The rest are outside! I came to see if I could get help bringing them in..” Lavinia twiddled her thumbs nervously. Lavinia sat for a moment, nervously waiting for a response.

Mama smiled. “Of course Vinnie! I’ll send my little assistant you’ve taken a liking to! You two can place them by the door” With a snap of her fingers a large cloaked figure appeared, an incoherent grumble came from the assistant before he moved to the door to hold it open for Lavinia.

Lavinia moved quickly to the door and let out a silent ‘thank you’ to the assistant, too shy to look at his dark shrouded face. They walked all the way to the elevator before Vivi spoke, “Hi Ari…” she looked up at the assistant who pulled down his hood. A scarred face was revealed, one eye permanently closed.

The figure turned to face her, “Hi Vivi…” a soft smile came to his face. Vivi noticed his mask was sloppily tied on, “Want me to tie a bow?” A soft smile came to the little turtle’s face. She remembered visiting him before, tying his mask because his fingers were too big to tie it properly.

A nod was all that needed to be said before Aristotle hunched down so she could reach. She began to re-tie his mask into a bow, before speaking up, “How have things been…with mama and the nexus…?”

Aristotle notably frowned at the question before pulling back his cloak and revealing a nasty scar on his arm, “Ok.”

Before Vivi could respond the elevator dinged and allowed them exit. She led him out to her cart outside and began to lift a crate. Unlike Lavinia, Aristotle could carry multiple at a time. “No fair!” She puffed out in frustration.

Success! This earned a chuckle from the snapping turtle. “Not my fault you’re tiny. Besides, I’ve had years of training, a couple crates isn’t a problem for me” They talked for a while before arriving back at Big mama’s office. The two stepped inside and placed the crates by the door as per instruction.

“That should be it ma’am.” Lavinia stood at the entrance and waved goodbye to Aristotle, who gave a small nod.

“Fantabulous! Be a dear and send Draxum my regards! Do feel free to come over, Ari loves your company!” Big mama exclaimed as Vivi exited the room

After what felt like hours she finally finished all but one delivery. Run of the mill.

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So this is my first fic pls give me honest feedback so I can improve!!!!

If this reaches 20 notes I’ll post chapter 2

[oleander-nin]

Heyy.!

I'd like to request a little sister turtle reader.! If you have seen @buggy-cj, I have requested a little sister reader from her.! And she did an awesome job, and I've just read and seen most of your posts. And WOW.! People know how to create masterpieces, really-

Little sister is 12, and has a dark green mask. And unlike her brothers, she doesn't have any markings on her body. She's just a regular pond turtle. So she feels really insecure from being different from her family. Since she's the only girl, and she isn't very special in her opinion.

Thank you for reading this.!!

A/N, not important: Sorry this took so long, I struggled pretty badly with it :/. ASLO, I'm going to be gone for the next week, and will be unable to look at tumblr from Sunday, May 28th, to Thursday, June 1st. You can still talk to me all you want, but please be patient when waiting for my response. This is my last request I needed to get done with before I could start working on the 100/200 follower special. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: crying, reader being kind of cold to their siblings, feelings of self-doubt and inferiority, my writing

Words: 1623

Summary: Your confidence was shot, and the self-loathing was seeping in. Sometimes, all you need is a hug from your father to get it all to spill out.

Curled up against the corner of the subway cart where my bed sat, I read my book, headphones on but no music playing. My eyes run over the same lines over and over, my brain not processing the words. I groan, flitting back a page so I could understand what was going on, trying to ignore the turbulence of my emotions, just as I was ignoring my brothers. I wipe my eyes again as another tear escapes my hold, holding my breath until the uncertainty and sorrow slips back down my throat. I take a deep breath, glancing at the mirror Mikey helped hang on my wall, making sure there wasn’t any sign of my tears.

A knock at the metal walls of my room startles me, my book slamming shut in my hands. I flip through the pages with gritted teeth, trying desperately to find my page. I glance up at Leo as he enters, his hands on his hips as he smiles down at me. “Ah, sorry. Did I scare you?” Leo’s voice floods my ears, his presence bringing up the feelings of inferiority I was trying to shove down.

I grumble a bit, marking my page before setting my book down, glaring at my older brother in annoyance. Leo just grins at me, his teeth showing as he laughs slightly. Leo starts to pull me by my arm, trying to drag me off my bed. “C’mon, Mikey made dinner. He wants everyone at the dinner table, pronto!”

I groan but slide off the bed, grabbing my green mask and tying it on before letting Leo drag me towards the kitchen. We both hurry to the kitchen, sliding into the chairs right as Mikey sets a big pot of stew on the table. I silently thank him, nodding my head as we all start to serve ourselves, Raph and Donnie having already been seated. I eat my food, mindlessly listening to the conversation flowing around me, only giving input when specifically prompted. I tried to ignore the way Raph stared, the concern in his eyes growing. I pretended to not notice the side glances Donnie and Leo gave me at my non-committal answers. I avoided Mikey’s worried eyes.

I silently chew at the chunks in my stew, staring intently at the grain of the table, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Raph clears his throat, trying to get my attention. I ignore him. 

“(Y/n),” Raph starts, his voice low, care and sympathy mixed with agitation. All other conversation goes silent, everyone staring at Raph and I. I glance up at Raph, but don’t respond. He sighs, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Are you okay? I can’t help but notice you’ve been… Distant, lately. Raph’s worried. We’re all worried.”

I pick my head up, bringing my spoon to my mouth and loudly slurping the contents of the stew. Raph’s eye twitches as his chasm deepens.

“He’s not kidding, (Y/n). We’ve all noticed your… Lack of energy. We just want to know what’s going on.” Mikey chimes in, stirring his bowl of stew absent-mindedly. Leo and Donnie nod, agreeing with what Mikey said.

Leo shifts in his seat, leaning in close to me and slinging his arm around my shoulder. He tugs me closer, a sad smile on my face as he noogies the top of my head. I huff, pushing him off and fixing my mask after he knocked it crooked. Leo smiles softly, patting my head before I could pull back. “You know you can talk to us, right? We’re your older brothers, not your enemies. We can tell something’s wrong.”

They all look at me expectantly, as if they thought their words would magically get me to spill everything out. I take another bite of my food, chewing obnoxiously long. Raph’s eyebrow muscles furrow, his mouth opening as if he was about to say something, but I cut him off. “I though this was dinner, not an interrogation.”

Raph glares at me as I continue to eat my dinner, picking my bowl up and drinking the rest down. I felt bad, guilt starting to swirl in with the rest of the misery and feelings of inadequacy. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand when I finish my stew, standing up and punishing the chair back with the back of my legs. “I’m going back to my room. Have fun.”

“We’re going on a patrol, actually.” Donnie corrects, scrolling through his phone. I look at him, frowning.

“Not going. Have fun.” I say, dropping my bowl off in the sink and starting to wash it out. Leo stands up as Raph sputters, Leo patting Raph on the shoulder and whispering something to him before joining me at the sink with his own bowl. He nudges me to the side, taking over the sink and washes the bowls out before silently handing them to me to dry.

“Why don’t you want to go?”

I look at Leo, drying the bowls with the towel before setting them on the counter. I shrug, not sure what to say. Leo hands me the next bowl, turning around and leaning against the counter. 

“You know you can trust us with anything, right? We’re not going to get mad if you’re upset, or if  something’s wrong. We just want to help you.” We both ignored the hushed arguing coming from the table.

I look away from Leo, putting the bowls back away. Leo lets out a breath, patting me on the back. “You don’t have to go. I’ll talk to the others.” He says quietly, letting me escape to my room. I smile gratefully at Leo before slipping out of the kitchen, the others too busy arguing to notice my escape.

As Leo promised, I was able to stay in my room, the sound of the four older turtles leaving the lair reverberates across the concrete walls. I curl up against the corner of the wall where my bed sat once more, trying to get through my book despite the thoughts racing through my head. I shift on my bed, frustrated. I through my book across my room, curling my knees to my chest as I bury my face into them, sniffling slightly. Everything I had said at dinner, being that crass towards my brothers who only wanted to help, to know what was wrong. It all just added to the mountain of emotion building upon my shoulders.

I rip my mask off, throwing it to the floor as well, tears leaking from my eyes faster then I could wipe them away. I jump slightly when I feel a hand on my shoulder, a small pressure from weight. I wipe my eyes, looking up to see the face of my father, his eyebrows furrowed in worry.

“What is wrong, Green?” He asks softly, moving to sit on my bed. I skooch over, still siting with my knees to my chest and my arms crossed over them. I look at my dad before looking back at my covers, wiping my eyes on the rough, scaly skin of my shoulder. “Why aren’t you with your brothers? Blue told me something was wrong.”

My bottom lip quivers slightly and I look away, not meeting my fathers gaze out of embarrassment. It takes all but one glance at Splinter’s worrisome expression before I start spilling my heart out. All the feelings doubt, self-loathing, and every insecurity I felt came tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop, my father sitting next to me as he silently listened.

Splinter nods, his arms reaching out for me, hesitating for a moment before pulling me into a hug. He rubs my shell as I cry, whispering soft words of encouragement to me. 

We sit there for what feels like hours, Splinter only holding me tightly in comfort. It was clear he was not sure what to do, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for how hard he was trying. Once the tears end and devolve into nothing more than small hiccups, my father speaks. “Thank you for telling me this. I- Your brothers are worried, and if you’re okay with it, I think they should know as well. You are not a burden to them, (Y/n). I promise you that.”

I let out a wet scoff, my throat still swollen with tears. “Everyone else is special though. Their powers work, and- and I don’t even have markings! I’m not special, or as strong, or as fast. I can’t do everything they can.”

“Raph doesn’t have marking either.” Splinter says softly. “And Leo struggled with his teleportation for years. You’ll get better with time, you just have to work on it. I’m sure your brothers would be delighted to help. Raph especially, if you want to train.”

I nod, frowning slightly. Splinter stays quiet, not sure how else to help. He continues to rub my back, being a silent rock to hold me steady in my storm. My head perks up and Splinter’s ear twitches when we hear a intelligible shouting and laughter coming near the entrance of the lair, signaling the return of the other turtles. Splinter looks at me, silently asking my permission to talk with them. I nod again, too choked with tears I was determined to hold back to talk.

Splinter picks my mask back off the floor, wiping the wet trails from my face before carefully tying it over my eyes. He holds my chin, rubbing my cheek softly as he tries to soothe me. I lean into his palm, appreciating how hard my father was trying. “Let’s go talk to your brothers.”

[iztarshi]

Turtles and the Spotlight (in things I've seen)

In Mirage there's a very clear hierarchy of who gets page time and plot beats and it's Raphael>Leonardo>Donatello>Michelangelo. Raphael's both the cynical sarcastic one and the reckless aggressive one so he's both the most likely to be saying something and the most likely to be doing something. I'm not sure Mirage really needed four turtles, and the main effect having four of them has (at least in issue one) is to make Raph stand out even more as the "rebel" rather than just having him and Leo be two people who don't agree sometimes.

87 spreads things out a lot and changes them around. All the turtles get less violent, but Raphael especially keeps the sarcasm and loses the aggression. Leonardo becomes the turtle with the most do-or-die attitude, Donatello the most aggressive and Michelangelo the most impulsive. Not that Raphael isn't still a bit impulsive himself - he's often the first to jump into a fight once he's convinced they need to have one because he's not going to stand around talking about it. Anyway, it's much more of a spread of turtles that are all equally likely to say or do things but for different reasons.

Archie is back to everything being about Raphael, but the second favourite turtle is no longer Leonardo but Donatello. He's got his 87 characterisation so the mad science and willingness to hit things with sticks clearly appealed. It's notable that the future arcs almost entirely exclude Leo and Mikey, often in favour of having more than one Raphael on screen at the same time.

The 90s movie is focused mostly on Leo and Raph but a) it's adapting the farmhouse arc which already was b) it's a 90 minute movie. I'm inclined to give it a pass for not being able to have plot arcs for all four turtles. It also just makes Mikey and Donnie really funny, so they might not get the major plot beats but they're memorable. (And I need to watch the sequels because I think at least the third might be more Mikey and Donnie front and centre.)

03's fun because it takes a lot from Mirage and isn't keen to admit it takes anything from 87 at all, but it does a lot better at having four protagonists than Mirage does, following 87's tactic of giving them one important thing each and building from there. Mikey and Raph in particular are sort of split from Mirage Raph - in a very different way from 87 in fact - with Raph keeping the violence this time and Mikey getting to be the "wise guy". Donatello gets more of his pacifist Mirage character but keeps a bit of mad scientist and thanks to some amazing voice acting and memorable episodes he really shines. Leo gets a foil in Karai (very changed from Mirage) and a friend in Usagi as well as his Mirage farmhouse arc and a few more in a similar vein.

12, Rise and MM are all following the forumula and, while they have very different dynamics, I don't think they have anyone stealing the spotlight in any of them.

Except the Rise movie which, in tying up its leadership issues from the series, makes a movie that is very focused on Leo and Raph, particularly Leo. They do make sure Donnie and Mikey have arcs, though, they just don't give them the same amount of time.

[theunholyrogue]

if time could stop (REWRITTEN!) (bayv! x gn reader)

haiiii! I'm back for now! :D SO SORRY for the people that I left hanging on my post, if time could stop, especially with HAVING NOT COMPLETED AN ENDING FOR DONNIE AND MIKEY. I feel like rushed it and didn't give myself much room to work with in terms of an ending... so I rewrote the entire thing and have ENDINGS for all of the boys!

Enjoy. SorryNotSorry. Inspo from Ty-Chou

TW: You die, blood/dying description, sadness and angst.

ending.leonardo

ending.donatello

ending.raphael

ending.michelangelo

Life had never seemed fair for the turtles, especially when they compared themselves to the humans living above the surface of the sewers – a pleasure that the four had never and would never be able to enjoy. Even if they had saved the world countless times over, they knew that they would never be accepted by those above without constant judgment or the fear others would express, repulsed by the simple fact that, well, they weren’t human. 

So when the turtles met April O’Neil, Casey Jones, Vern Finwicke, and you– the four of you accepting the brothers with little to no hesitation and practically becoming a family, life felt closer to the outside world for them. Although Vern wasn’t in the picture much, April, Casey, and you all spent most of your time with the turtles whenever April and Casey weren’t at work and you weren’t in school. 

After the Krang attack and attempt to bring the Technodrome through from their dimension, intergalactic invasion and the foot clan had seemed to calm down on causing mass chaos to the United States, specifically New York. Things had actually been slow for once aside from petty crimes, nothing to spectacular that should draw the turtle’s attention to the surface, yet they did so to keep from dying of utter boredom. 

And as suddenly as the city that never sleeps seemed to calm down, one year after the Krang invasion, chaos ensued once again within the busy streets and flashing billboards. 

It had happened – of all days. That day was a special day, a day you had been so desperate to ignore. It worked perfectly too– nobody had paid you anymore mind that what you normally received from your school day and afterschool job. But, after you had gotten off of work and made your way through the abandoned subway station in order to get to the turtle’s lair– a path you were well familiar to– it all hit you. 

“Happy birthday!” The turtles, Splinter, April, and Casey all screamed as you entered the lair. 

“Guys!” You retorted, earlobes and cheeks burning hot at the embarrassment of the attention being on you. “I said not to do this!” 

“We know, we just don’t care what you want,” Raphael replies with a sheepish grin on his features as he walks up to you and throws an arm around your shoulders, tugging you closer.

“You threw us a birthday party, this is the least we could do! Do you like it?” Michelangelo asked with an excited expression, bouncing up and down before Donatello placed his palm on top of his brother’s head, getting him to stop. 

You smiled, taking in their efforts with a small pang of happiness in your chest. “Of course I do. Thank you.” 

“Great! Let’s eat cake,” April exclaimed as she walked over to the kitchen, with the rest of the bunch following behind. Raphael nudged you in front of the cake that Michelangelo and Casey had made, your favorite kind. As you glanced around the room, the group started singing the classic tune of ‘Happy Birthday’ to you, causing you further embarrassment. 

Blowing out the flame on the candles and proceeding to dig in, roughly five minutes had passed before Donatello’s monitors went off with alarms and CCTV footage of the streets of New York City. Just about everyone’s heart dropped into their stomach at the sudden noises and footage they saw, running over to get a closer look at the situation. 

Police monitors were in a frenzy, screaming and crying from the civilians were caught on the CCTV camera footage, with several dozen foot soldiers marching down the streets, guarding their leader, The Shredder within their groups. They took down any and every civilian that staggered behind and left no room for mercy. 

“Oh my–” Leonardo uttered, unsure of how he would possibly go about this situation. 

With the only thing that he could possibly muster, the four turtles loaded onto the truck while you, Casey, and April found your way to Casey’s car. The plan was to plow through as many soldiers that you could and get to the Shredder before he do anymore damage and cause more death. 

Yet, that plan only worked so well until the Foot managed to knock them off course with their own armored vehicles, causing you all to come face to face with the Shredder and the rest of his army that remained standing. You, Casey, and April did what you could to keep the remaining soldiers off of the turtles as they fough the Shredder, but everything moved too fast and within only a few moments did the incident happen. 

It was a moment of miscalculation for the turtles, having played the dangerous game of assumptions and attempting to predict their enemies next move– assuming that he would move to strike one of the brothers. But as his quick movements reflected a different movement that opposed the turtles retreat backwards– set them back as they watched him run at April O’Neil. 

You had behind closer to April and noticed the Shredder’s fast paced sprint towards her, your eyes widening and your fight-or-flight kicking in to save your best friend. 

“April!” You screamed, pushing yourself off with your feet as you moved towards her. That moment suddenly moved in slow motion, your body slowly rushing at the female as Shredder’s blades emerged from his hands, aiming to strike. April’s head and body turned, her eyes opening slowly to a shocked expression as you reached out and shoved her backwards, his blades striking the side of your chest and abdomen rather than April’s back. 

As April fell backwards and your body suddenly stopped, impaled by the Shredder’s blades, all you could do was cough; blood sputtering out and dripping down your chin. The sounds of the turtles and April screaming your name became a distant echo as the Shredder retracted his blades from your side and allowed you to drop to your knees. 

April pushed herself up to catch you as your body fell forward, her hand pushing your hair out of your face and instinctively moving to put pressure against your side– causing no aid with the five actively bleeding wounds. You felt your lungs fill up with blood, collapsed from the puncture that the Shredder had done, and all you could do was cough the blood up. 

“No, no, no, no!” The turtles screamed as they tried to fight the Shredder off and get you help. Their attempts were in vain as the Shredder managed to escape far too late to save you. Donatello and Leonardo were at your side, assessing the wounds as they kneeled in your sputum. 

Everyone looked to Donatello, who grimly shook his head, his eyes casting a glance down at you. He had felt for a pulse, finding none as your body became limp. You were gone, you were gone because they had tried to predict their opponents movements. They couldn’t… He couldn’t save you, he didn’t save you…

And you were gone because of it. 

______________________________________________________________

“Today is the anniversary,” April spoke softly, sitting at the island with a dull look on her features. 

Five years had passed since that night. Five birthdays had passed, ultimately becoming a grim reminder of what had happened, of the gut-wrenching pain the turtles, April, and Casey had experienced. 

Today was the fifth anniversary of your death, along with it being five years since the Shredder had managed to take over the state of New York and multiple states within the region, his army ever growing by the minute. They had suffered many losses in those five long years, Splinter and Vern included. They did minimal work above the surface to keep their area safe, but nothing compared to what Donatello had been doing within the sewers. He had worked countless hours to build a time machine in order to take them back five years and give them another chance to take down the Shredder before he had a chance to take over and build a mass army of destruction. 

“It’s done.” 

The tech-genius stated, bringing the attention away from the pain of the day and give them some sort of hope. 

The six of them looked upon Donatello’s invention, a giant, circular, metal frame that sat up parallel against the wall of the lab, along with a station next to it for Casey and April to monitor their vitals and if the portal started to go haywire, which would give them time to return and not leave them stuck in the past. 

“And when can we use it?” Raphael asked.

“Now.” Donatello replied. 

“Great, we need a plan.” Leonardo stated. 

“Then make a plan.” Raphael scoffed. 

“Hey,” Michelangelo muttered, “Let’s not do this. Now isn’t the time to do that.”

“Do what?” Leonardo and Raphael spoke in unison.

“Drown in our sorrows and have attitudes. We need to take down the Shredder and maybe…” Donatello responded. 

The four brothers went quiet. “Yeah. Okay…” Raphael responded. “Sorry.”

“Let’s do this.”

[sadiecoocoo]

Hi so I’m about to rant about this Minecraft mod because none of my friends play it

Okay but it’s a httyd one, and I’ve been following the creators (the little club on YouTube, specifically Tiny Turtle, they were my LDshadowLady and Captain Sparklez) for a really long time since they made a lot of roleplay series for it. When they finally released the mod a few years ago, it was put behind a paywall on their patreon, which is somewhat understandable, but tiny me who didn’t even understand that I needed Java edition to play it anyway was absolutely devastated.

Anyways, a few months ago I decided, fuck it I’m getting Java since I actually have a computer that can run it. So I did, and my sister helped me download curse forge. But again, there was still the pay wall for the actual mod

Now that I’m back into Minecraft I thought I might as well look for any other httyd mods that might be out there, and lo and behold, some absolutely amazing person had pirated it onto curseforge!

So anyways i finally get to play it! And again I’ve been following this mod for a very long time so I understand a lot of the mechanics aside from a few technical stuff.

Along with this being httyd, the creators made a few original dragons too, probably for copyright reasons. And now there are mostly original dragons instead of the httyd ones

When you start a new world, you get a satchel that when opened gives you a random dragon egg that you have to get the materials to make an incubator for and eventually hatch it.

So I started a new world, and I open the satchel, expecting one of the basic dragons that are really easy to find in the world.

Instead, I get the Red Death, from the first httyd movie. I was expecting something small, and I get the second biggest dragon in the mod! And I have to make a place for it to live too!

My only consolation is that they start out small and it’ll take me forever to make the incubators since unless ur a speed runner it’s lind of a late game item (you need obsidian for the crafting recipe so first I have to find diamonds and a lava source.

Anyways, that concludes the rant, ty

Also if you want to play the mod it’s on Curse forge, just search Dragonfire! I use the one that says the 100 days thing since it has a few other useful mods. It runs on the 1.12 mc version, which is abt the only drawback, but again the mod pack that I’m using for it adds new biomes so there’s still plenty of building materials to use :)

[erisenyo]

"why does it feel like this is goodbye?" prompt- characters or ships are writer's choice. make me sad?🥺

For this prompt game! (And also this one!)

(Can be read as a follow up to this bakery first date one)

“—and I know you had certain plains and expectations,” Zuko continues carefully, feeling his fingers tangling more and more along with Sokka’s growing frown, “And I respect that you communicated those, this isn’t about your communication,” Zuko assures him, forcing his fingers flat against the bench and trying to breathe through the anxious tightness in his chest, “It’s me, not—”

“Zuko,” Sokka interrupts, sounding something between confused and upset, which does not help that anxious tightness thing, “Why does it feel like this is goodbye? Are you—” A flash of something small and worried over Sokka’s face. “—are you working up the nerve to break up with me?”

“What?” Zuko startles upright. “No, no. Why would…” he trails off, playing his carefully rehearsed speech back to himself, and…

 “Oh,” Zuko realizes, blinking. “Fuck.”

Sokka hums, nodding. “The whole ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ thing.” Zuko winces. “And that we ‘needed to talk.’” Zuko winces again. “Asking to meet in a neutral location.”

“I like the park!” Zuko protests. “There’s turtles! And ducks!”  

“Saying you wanted me to listen before responding.”

Okay, sure, Zuko can give him that one too.

“That you’d decided there was something you needed to tell me.”

Alright, well that one is a bit less—

“The fact that you didn’t greet me with any tongue in that ki—"

“Okay, okay, yes, alright,” Zuko breaks in, glowering when Sokka just smirks and not giving him that one. “We all get it, I wasn’t very clear, thank you for enumerating every example.”

“You’re welcome,” Sokka grins, hesitating a moment before adding, almost diffident, “And just to clarify. You’re not breaking up with me?”

“No,” Zuko huffs, exasperated. “I’m not.”

Sokka blinks. “…Why did you just say it like that.”

“Um.” Maybe he can play it off. “Like what?”

“Like you think I’m about to break up with you.”

Maybe not. “Did I say it like that?” Zuko asks, gripping nervously onto the edge of the bench. There was a reason he practiced so much what he was going to say…

“Yeah,” Sokka says slowly, staring at him. “You did.”

Zuko purses his lips. He…can’t really deny that.

“Zuko,” Sokka presses again, “Why’d you say it like that?”

And it’s not that Zuko thinks Sokka would break up with him over it, not really. He knows all the jokes about Sokka’s favorite thing about him being that he can keep Sokka supplied in fresh-baked free pastries for the rest of his life are just that, jokes. Kind of. Mostly. But Zuko still doesn’t know the right way to break the news that, “There are no pastries tonight,” he finally blurts out, wincing. That…was not how he practiced.

And Sokka just staring at him blankly and going “Huh?” was also not what he planned for.

“The Jasmine Dragon is closed for two weeks so everyone can take vacation,” Zuko explains. As mandated by Ty Lee, their on-the-spot-designated HR person. “So there’s nothing in the kitchens.”

Sokka blinks, scratching at his undercut and once again deviating from Zuko’s carefully game planned script. “You’re going on vacation?”

“Not really?” Zuko says, confusion twisting in alongside the nerves in his chest. “I have some stuff to do.”

“Staycation?”

That sounds better than watching all of Ty Lee’s plants, so, “Sure. Why not.”

“Cool,” Sokka nods, “Maybe we can—wait,” he suddenly cuts off, staring. “Wait, were you—were you nervous to tell me this?”

“…Uh.” Kind of?

“Zuko,” Sokka says, mystified, “What.”

Zuko can feel himself flushing, embarrassment squirming through him. “I mean.”

“I just.” Sokka shifts, looking like he doesn’t know whether to laugh or get upset. “Zu, if it’s that important to you I can bake you box brownies naked or something, like really, there are options beyond the Jasmine Dragon.”

…Now it’s Zuko’s turn to stare. “…What?” he finally manages, feeling like Sokka just made about twelve leaps across the conversation that Zuko didn’t even know were happening, let alone managed to keep up with.

“I don’t know,” Sokka huffs, shoving a hand through his hair. “I’m just, like, trying to communicate that this relationship is more to me than just suggestively eating pastries for you.”

Wait. ”For me?”

“And like, I know that’s how the past few dates have gone,” Sokka continues, upset definitely starting to win out, “But I don’t—” he stops himself, blows out a hard breath. “I don’t know what I did to make you think I’d only care about your ability to get me pet trios.”

“Petit fours,” Zuko corrects, automatic.

“Yeah, those,” Sokka nods. “I mean, they’re good, don’t get me wrong, like really, they’re amazing, but—”

Which Sokka said at length and volume at the time, so Zuko doesn’t feel bad about interrupting: “Every date.”

“—I don’t see—what?”

“Sokka,” Zuko says slowly, eyes careful on Sokka’s face, “It’s not just the past few dates. It’s been every date.” A fact that Mai was absolutely as merciless about when she found out as Zuk expected her to be, though not anywhere near merciless enough for him to stop.  

“What do you mean every date?” Sokka says, startled. “We didn’t do that after the BBQ.”

Zuko gapes. “Helping to toast buns inside while you man the grill outside because you underestimated the RSVPs and everyone else who could help was invited is not a date.”

“Yes, it is,” Sokka protests. “We did a shared activity!”

“No it’s not, we didn’t spend any time together!”

“A good relationship doesn’t require constant togetherness at all times,” Sokka frowns, sounding like he’s repeating some quote. “And neither does a good date.”

“It requires being together for more than ten nonconsecutive minutes,” Zuko says, incredulous, and Sokka huffs, waving that away.

“Well what about the movie?” he says, switching tact. “We didn’t do pastries then either.”

“You mean the movie,” Zuko says slowly, disbelieving, “That we didn’t plan to be at together? And happened to see each other at while we were out with our other friends?”

Sokka nods like Zuko somehow expressed agreement. “And that furniture thing, don’t forget that.”

“That ‘furniture thing,’” Zuko repeats, amazed. “When my sister hired you off Task Rabbit to build her new bookshelves?” Which was a thin and blatant excuse, even if Zuko theoretically appreciates her care.

“You were there, too,” Sokka points out, like Zuko could possibly forget.

“And we were both surprised by it.” Azula wasn’t, though. “And generally, one is not surprised to find themselves on a date.”

“…Hm,” Sokka says after a moment, pursing his lips. “Let’s circle back to this one later,” he finally suggests, “After we talk about your whole pastry panic food thing.”

“Fine.” If Sokka needs to be shown what a date is then Zuko will show him a date. “But why do you keep saying my food thing?” he frowns. “It’s your food thing, you’re the one eating.”

Sokka opens his mouth, nothing coming out. “Wait,” he finally says. “You don’t have a kink for it?”

“Me?” Zuko blinks, surprised. “You,” he corrects. “It’s your kink.” And Zuko doesn’t mind, its completely harmless as kinks go, and easy enough to indulge, but Zuko wasn’t worried about the sudden lack of free pastries for himself.

“No,” Sokka says slowly, confused, “it’s not.”

“....What?”

“Zuko,” Sokka says, incredulous, “You brought it up as a kink in our first date!”

“So we could practice informed consent!” Zuko protests, ignoring the startled look it gets them from the couple across the pond. “I didn’t care, I just wanted to know.”

“And you said your ex was always doing food stuff!”

“For her job?” Zuko says, gaping. “Her job as a chef?”

“…Huh,” Sokka finally says, looking rather…stunned.

“Wait, wait,” Zuko says, trying to catch up to this entire fucking conversation, fuck, no one can never know about any of this. “So you don’t have a thing for it either?” he asks a little desperately. “You said you were so good at it because you and your ex did shit like that all the time. All the time, Sokka!”

“I mean.” Sokka rubs at his undercut. “I did say that,” he allows, “But he definitely had some kind of oral fixation thing going on.”

“And you don’t?”

“I mean, it’s fun, sure, but I don’t, like, need it.”

They stare at each other a long moment, the quiet sounds of the pond and the city filling the space between them, until finally Sokka says, “…So should we maybe do a few dates that don’t involve food in any capacity whatsoever?”

“Yes,” Zuko says almost before he finishes speaking, “Yeah, yes, let’s—do that. Good idea,” he says, fumbling for his phone, Sokka doing the same as they both start looking up alternate ideas.

[darlingshane]

UNBOUNDED | PART 5

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2,7k

Summary: Rope play with Frank. That's it.

Content/Warnings: explicit, bdsm, dom!frank, rope play, bj's, ball sucking, orgasm control, orgasm denial.

A/N: For reference, Frank ties reader in a rope dress if you wanna search it up beforehand. You can also find the source I used as inspiration in the ao3 chapter.

– Links: Read Below or at AO3. You can also check out the series masterpost on tumblr.

Part 5: Shibari

As promised, Frank takes you on a little gateway a week after your last punishment. He wakes you up way earlier than you’d want to with bags already packed and loaded in his truck, and the smell of toast of coffee that he brings you to bed on a tray.

He’s excited to show you the beautiful place he’s picked for your stance in the mountains – a small cabin close to town surrounded by a stunning snowy scenery on a cold winter day. It’s exactly what you expected of Frank. He knows you too well and loves you even more that he plans the whole thing by himself just to surprise you.

After your arrival, you take it slow, go on a stroll to enjoy the sights, get some groceries in town, and visit the local café and other stores in the vicinity. Before it starts snowing again, you get back to the cabin and make the best out of your well-deserved mini vacation with him.

At nighttime, the unfamiliar space, smell, and temperature of the cabin make you a little nervous, and excited to see what Frank has in storage for you. Admittedly, you've never felt as safe as you do when you're in Frank's playroom, so trying this in someone else's space intimidates you a little.

You've already kicked it up a notch by wearing your master's leather collar under a turtle-neck sweater since you left the apartment this morning. Your relationship is solid enough to taste new boundaries and so far, while it's not something you'd like to incorporate in your daily routine; from time to time it'd be nice to wear it longer and hand him all the control of your actions. Frank's not extremely demanding, however. He seeks for your wellness above all, and having him tell you where to sit, what to eat, giving you permission for mundane tasks is actually just as liberating as when you're doing your usual rough play. You're a master's little pleaser, he's gathered. You thrive in praise and every time you follow his words, he's there to reward you with a kiss, a good girl, or a treat.

While Frank prepares the bedroom for a good playing session, you take a relaxing hot bath, per his command.

When the room is ready, your master comes to find you, and after ushering you out of the tub, he helps you dry your body before tying a black, satin blindfold around your eyes.

“Do you trust me, sweetheart?” he hushes in your ear in that swoon-worthy, deep tone that makes your skin shiver.

“Always, Sir.”

“Hmm.”

That's his pleased response you've come to adore. He takes your hand and steers you towards the bedroom. After a few steps, the texture of the floor changes from wood to something plush and cozy under your bare feet. He stops when you hit the middle of the fabric and your body quickly heats up in anticipation, and at the warmth radiating from the fireplace.

Only Frank can see how gorgeous you look right now, with just the glow of the flames dancing across the surface of your skin, drawing every curve of your figure.

His palms hover the plane of your body for a moment without so much as a touch, letting you guess where he’s going to put them first. After a few seconds, they land carefully on your shoulders. His breath touches the back of your neck, as he places a tender kiss on that spot.

Preparing you for the activity he’s chosen, he spends a good amount of time massaging your neck, shoulders, and arms in all their length down to your palms. Your skin buzzes in delight with his hands thoroughly kneading your back afterward.

When he’s done, he grabs a coil of rope from the chair and proceeds to constrict your body with it.

He takes his time, gingerly binding your torso with a rope dress — you can tell what he's picked from his maneuvering around you. Sir’s rough but careful fingers caress your prickled skin as he ties the folded rope in a series of knots in a line down the middle of your torso. You shudder when a happy knot is placed over your clit, and you try not to move much to not get overexcited. He pulls the tail between your legs and up your back, from under your ass, to link it with the first loop he left hanging between your shoulders blades.

Next, he circles your body, back to the front, and extends your arms up, so he can bring the tails from the back under your armpits. From above your breasts and down to your waist, he starts lacing the rope with great dexterity, creating a diamond pattern along your chest.

It's arduous work, but it seems like a piece of cake to your master. And it's quite rewarding for both.

You’re partial to rope. However, you rarely practice rope play cause a couple of times you’ve felt a little overwhelmed when too much time is spent bound like this. Last time you did, you cried yellow in the middle, but you were restricted in a more intricate way from head to toe; that’s why you figure he went from the rope dress this time.

Almost finished, he frames your mound in one last diamond and curls the tails around your waist to secure them at your back, keenly tying and looping the remains around the line that goes up your spine.

As a final touch, he folds your arms comfortably at the small of your back and uses another coil of rope to bind them to the harness, rendering you completely useless, except for your legs.

“How does it feel, sweetheart? You good?” he squeezes your hands.

“I’m good, Sir. Thank you for being so careful.”

“Anything for my good girl,” relying on touch only, you then feel his fingers moving between your legs, tapping on the knot on your clit, “How about this, does this feel right?”

“It feels amazing, Sir.”

“Hmm,” he presses on it for a few seconds, earning a good sigh out of your lips. “We're gonna get you to your knees now, alright?”

You nod and trust his hands as he lowers you to the floor.

Out of sight, as you get comfortable on your knees, he takes off his shirt and walks around, observing the beautiful form of your surrendering position. Like you’ve already guessed, he opts for leaving your legs free this time to avoid that over exhaustion of last time.

He stops in front of you and cups his bulge, watching you as you take a deep breath and get used to the rope. He admires how much you’ve progressed, and how much trust you’ve put in him. Like now, he could do anything with you right now, and you’d let him without question. That takes a lot of time to build, but with you, it came fairly easy.

After a moment, he picks up the flogger he laid early on the bed and does another spin around you, this time gently letting you feel the leather tresses on different parts of your skin without striking. Surveying your every reaction, he casually places its weight on each of your shoulders, brushes the back of your neck with its tails, tickles the soles of your feet, and then teases your hard nipples, bringing that dizzying arousal that comes from handling him that power.

You stay centered, for the most part, minding your Sir’s desires as he changes your position. He coaxes you to lean forwards until your head and shoulders are propped on the end of the mattress.

“Lift your ass as much as you can,” he orders, patting your rear as you push your ass upwards, “good girl.”

You swallow as he runs the leather tails softly on your rear, cueing you before swinging the flogger. He starts fairly gentle and slow, warming up your cheeks, and the back of your thighs.

When the strikes start coming slightly harder and quicker, your hips jerk and that sweet knot, sitting on the right place, stimulates your clit as a result.

He notices how your body waves, aching for more friction against that knot.

“You’re enjoying that, huh?”

Thud.

“Ahh, yes, Sir.”

Thud.

“What do we say?”

Thud.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Thud.

“Attagirl,” rumbles deep in his throat, followed by a grunt, and a harder thud, “what’s your color?”

“Green, Sir.”

Pausing, he inhales, trying to tame his own arousal, “we’re going to count backwards from ten, and move on. Tell me when you’re ready.”

You take a deep breath, “ready, Sir.”

Much in sync with the other, he swings evenly as you to utter each number after each strike.

The pain is evenhandedly dull with the flogger, it resembles more of a deep massage than anything else. It's the rope around your body that inflicts more damage than the leather falls.

Your body strains against your constraints as you get down to the last three, and it relaxes after the final hit.

Your slickness extends around your binds, reaching your thighs when he's done.

A long, heavy exhalation comes out of your mouth as one of his caring palms touches your ass, assessing the warmth of your skin.

“You took it so fucking good, sweetheart.”

“You gave it so fucking good, Sir,” you murmur.

He smiles to himself and lets you recover for several beats before straightening your torso and checking that your blindfold is still in place.

“Are you hungry, sweetheart?” Sir reaches to your mouth, tilts your chin up with his tucked index finger as his thumb rubs back and forth on your lower lip.

“Hmm, yes, Sir.”

His thumb then slips between your lips, and touches your tongue as you wrap your mouth around it.

“You want something bigger to fill that insatiable mouth?”

“Uh-hum,” you eagerly mumble around his finger, “I’d love that, Sir.”

Scoffing, he plays with your tongue a little more before pulling his thumb out.

If you could see his face, you'd capture the ignition in his eyes, and the plush of his lips turning a few shades of pink deeper at the prospect of what comes next, — him feeding you his cock.

“Stick out your tongue, kitten,” he purrs, undoing his zipper, and releasing his aching erection as you follow his order.

He holds his thick length in one hand, and places his other palm on the side of your head, as he first tentatively taps, and slides the breadth of its head on the plane of your tongue a few times before shoving half his dick in the depth of your mouth.

“Good girl,” he growls, “go on.”

With nothing but your mouth to please your master's stately hard-on, you swirl your tongue, drawing the familiar flare at the top, teasing its slit, and tasting the first drops of his precum. Then, you bob your head back and forth, taking him further down until the tip of his cock touches the back of your throat.

“Attagirl. Keep going.”

Wrapping your lips around his shaft, you worship his cock with passion, earning praises and delightful groans out of your master's mouth.

Extremely aroused, your hips undulate lightly, searching for the delicious pressure of the rope on each side of your lips, and the knot that shifts with your movements over your swollen clit.

Suddenly, Frank stops you from finishing him and takes his cock out of your mouth, allowing you to catch your breath.

You pout, and he smirks, holding his length, stepping an inch closer to your face and propping his balls over your lips, so you can feel them.

“Suck’em,” he orders gravely.

Your tongue swipes across your lips as you follow your Sir’s wishes. You take one blindly into your mouth, capturing the already taut skin of his scrotum, and cover it in your saliva before taking the other. He jerks himself, flattering the ways of your doing between clenched teeth and well garnered grunts as you drive him out of his mind with the swirling and desperate sucking of his sack.

When he’s close, he takes them away and shoves his twitching cock back in your mouth. He holds your head still with both hands, as you set your jaw a little slacked, so he can fuck your mouth obscenely hard the rest of the way until he ejaculates in the middle of your tongue with just a handful of thrusts.

Standing still from a moment, he anchors himself to you as his breath catches.

You're nearly in tears when he puts his cock away and crouches in front of you to wipe your mouth, and bathe you with more sweet adulation.

“Who’s my best girl?” he rasps, removing the blindfold off your eyes.

“I am, Sir,” you blink as your vision adjusts to the warm light of the fireplace.

“Damn right you are,” he states huskily, cupping your jaw in his palms, massaging the joints of your mandible, “you did so good. How are you feeling? You wanna keep going?”

“Thank you. I’d like that, Sir… I haven't… yet…”

“I know,” he smiles softly, “I was getting to it. Do you want me to untie you?”

“Just my arms, Sir.”

“Okay,” he sighs, utterly pleased, and proceeds to untie your hands.

He helps up to your feet and places you on the bed on your side. His large form spoons your shape, tucking one of his hands between your legs. His fingers slip under the rope and that well-placed knot, and he gently caresses your over-excited clit that was begging for some attention.

His lips roam your neck, nibbling and kissing, as the pressure of his fingers madly fuel that fiery flame growing in your core.

“Can I come, Sir?”

“Tsk, not yet baby,” cause he likes to make you beg a few times.

As you squirm in his hold, he rubs harder on you as the rope strains in all the right places, marking your skin.

“Please, Sir,” you plead again after a couple of minutes.

“Shh, just a little more. I know how long you can hold, sweetheart,” he grins smugly before sucking a good chunk of your neck between his lips, “be a good girl for me.”

You moan and hold tight for several beats, gripping at his arm that tenses with every move as it rubs fiercely on your clit until you reach a point of no return. It’s either stop or let go. There’s no in between.

“Pleasepleaseplease, Sir,” you desperately pant, overtaken by that torrent of pleasure held only by a shred of will.

Reveling in that power, he makes you wait, — just a little more – before granting you the right to unleash that powerful orgasm that flows freely through every inch of your body, setting every cell ablaze.

Under a heavy breath, you utter your gratitude to your master and relax in the safety of his arms. You love the extra cuddles and kisses, and he loves indulging you for being a good girl. He's always so tender and attentive, it makes your heart swoon. Tonight, he waits until you've completely come down from your high, and your body has turned to jello to remove the rope tying your body. Carefully undoing each knot, he enjoys seeing the temporary marks of pleasure and devotion left on your skin. He cares for them, spreading lotion on your skin and making sure there is no burn or extreme damage to the surface of your body.

Then, you sit comfortably against the headboard and cover your body up to your chest with a blanket afterward, while Frank gathers some food from the kitchen.

“You were so beautiful today, I should have taken a picture,” he says, holding a spoon near your mouth to feed you a piece of cheesecake after settling next to you.

“Thank you, Sir,” you smile timidly, take your bite of food, and express with your mouth full, “you don't have to feed me.”

“I wanna,” he shrugs, taking a piece of cake for himself.

“Next time you could take a picture, you know?”

“Would you want that?”

“In other circumstances I'd say no, but I trust you, Sir. I know it'd be only for you.”

“Maybe I will,” he offers you another bite, followed by a quick kiss to your lips.

[imthepunchlord]

You know, I actually really like how the current Prodigious tier is set up. It really shows that the turtle is the outlier with the setup of two birds, two mammals, two insects, and one reptile

Yeah, it really backs Turtle as the neutral one of the Prodigious, not exactly having a counterpart to work off of, and gets to be the mediator between the 3 pairs if there's a clash. And it backs Fu deciding to pick Turtle as his main Miraculous given it's unique role and set up.

To add to it, as the Auspicious lightly are based on Bagua, I am considering possibly lightly tying the Prodigious to the Seven Chakras, working off what these Miraculous can uniquely bring to their holder and others, or what some kwamis may prefer in a holder (like the Cat ideally should go to someone compassionate and kind).

Turtle would be tied to Throat (if I do follow through with this), and it's main theme is communication, which is a necessary trait with someone being the neutral mediator keeping harmony.

[starlight-bread-blog]

What My Zutara Endgame Would Look Like

When people hear I want a Zutara endgame, the assumption is that everything will stay the same, except Zuko and Katara would kiss in that balcony instead of Katara and Aang. This is not the case. In actuality, the existing canon material would necessitate adjustments to accommodate such a divergence. I'd be remiss to demand something without explaining how to achieve it. Therefore, I must share a basic (or partial) rundown of my Zutara endgame.

(One might assume that it’s absurd to demand changes to justify a change, which is a very valid assumption I’ve pondered with myself, which is why I’ve written an analysis on the subject).

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The portrayal of a Zutara endgame would manifest as follows:

A\ang and Katara have been set up together since the very first season. What wouldn’t change would be the general structure and approach to writing their romantic developments, all of which will be elaborated on in their own posts.

1) In “The Headband”, for a moment, Kstara looks at A\ang with love. Additionally, she is shown to be jealous of him. These moments will be less explicit/toned down.

1½) At the end of “The Cave of Two Lovers”, Katara blushes. This will be removed. (However, it is not a must).

3) In “Boiling Rock Part 2”, Mai and Zuko have a conversation in Zuko’s prison cell before Zuko escapes. In this rewrite, Zuko would imply that once he will end the war, they could be together, which Mai would immediately reject.

2) In “The Crossroads of Destiny”, Aang emerges into the Avatar state before opening his final chakra. He’s still meditating, focusing on letting go of his attachment, is conflicted, and starting to float, but being shot down before letting go. (Additionally, he doesn’t say “Sorry, Katara”).

2½) In In “The Crossroads of Destiny”, Iroh says “perfection and power are overrated”. This will be removed.

4) In the ending of “Boiling Rock Part 2”, both Mai and Ty Lee are shown to have qualms about killing who was once their friends. Everything plays out roughly the same, except the (admittedly, iconic) line “I love Zuko More than I fear you” is replaced with a different declaration.

4½) In “The Southern Raiders”, Zuko says "You were right about what Katara needed". This will be removed. (But again, not a must).

5) In the ending of the play in “Ember Island Players”, Aang is reminded that he is yet to master the Avatar State.

6) In “Sozin’s Comet Part 2”, when the lion turtle drops Aang back on shore, Aang asks it about the Avatar State.The fact that Aang’s last chakra isn’t yet open is mentioned, and Aang sits down to meditate.

7) The show ends with A\ang and Katara having a moment realizing they are better off as friends and a small hint of a future relationship in canon that could take many forms. For the final moments of the show, everyone is on the balcony.

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It is important to address the changes required in order to make sure that they don’t interfere with other plot threads. Additionally,one must understand what I’m arguing for, or else my evaluation couldn’t be cogent. Only now that we're in accord, I can trurly delve into the captivating narrative of Zuko, Katara, and the untapped potential of a romantic entanglement between them.

[acutiewithagun]

Birthday present for @oleander-nin

Balloons Pop

You pushed against his arm as he snickered and blew that gosh darn noise maker in your face again. He laughed as you stuck your tongue out at him and stood up. "One minute party person, we gotta finish filling up these balloons!"

You wanted so badly to smack that smug look off his green face. But you begrudgingly flopped down onto your place on his mattress. "You blow that noise maker in my face one more time and the party is off."

Leo gasped dramatically as a small smile cracked from your lips. "I honorably remembered your special day and offered so graciously to set up a party with you. And you're threatening me!? Blasphemy!" You laugh before blowing up another balloon and tying it off. "Surprised you know such a big word."

Leo playfully kicked you as you started blowing up a balloon. Which caused your hands to release the partially filled elastic joy maker to fly around the room. You rolled your eyes and stood up to acquire the ballon.

Picking it up off the floor you looked back at your red slider companion. He had the biggest dopey grin that made you smile and shake your head. "Alright you dope, what's up?"

The blue codded turtle simply shrugged and gracefully fell backwards onto his bed. You walked back over to the bed and sat down, going back to blowing up balloons.

Suddenly you shriek as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back. You start laughing as you start pushing his arms off of you. In turn he deviously smiled and hugged you tighter.

That led to no party actually happening as you and Leo just messing around. Blowing up balloons and letting them fly to see how far they would go. Tickle fights and streamer battles. Oh, and don't forget Leo accidentally trapping you in a portal loop as he laughed his butt off. Don't worry he helped you with your vomit, kinda. You also had to help him with his as well.

By the end of the evening you both were laying on his bed and telling cringy dad jokes. After laughing at an incredibly awful one you turned your head to look at your blue banded buddy. Your gaze widened slightly with surprise.

He was just laying there, no smugness, no cocky attitude, just a genuine smile. Humming, he placed a hand on your head. "Happy birthday, I'm glad I got to spend this one with you."

A bit shocked at the sudden seriousness from your friend you didn't notice the encroaching hand that pushed your head down. Leo laughed at your response and quickly bolted up. You followed quickly after him with a pinata bat, noticing a box on his shelf you'd never seen before.

You shook it off as you heard the annoying jokester sing the birthday song. You smiled mischievously and hurried off after him, leaving the train car he called a room.

[attapullman]

Mo-Mo I know I shouldn't apologize for this but I've gotta share this with you or else it's gonna keep bugging me (lol).

Might I offer some Frat Boy Rhett thoughts/thots??

-Rhett is the president of the Delta Tau Epsilon frat at one of the colleges up in Montana. Kayce Dutton is his right hand man so whenever Rhett's out of the house Kayce's in charge.

-The house has to be routinely fixed because of the crazy Friday night ragers. The boys have all become somewhat experts in home repair but it does get annoying after a while. One of their neighbors is a salty old Army vet who's basically like a second grandpa to them and he always lets them borrow his tools. Five times before, he helped the boys fix up the house and five times the boys helped him in return.

-If Rhett's the president, you're his First Lady. Everybody in the house literally rises and stands at attention when you walk in the room. One time somebody from the rich boy frat tried to hit on you and Rhett wasn't having it. Word got around the house fast and the pledges decided that they were not only gonna prove themselves worthy of being Delta Taus, but that they were gonna take on the challenge without being asked. They literally staked out for three days in full camo gear and came running back to the Delta house with every last member of the rich boy frat, hog tied and ready for a taste of their own medicine. The following weekend, Rhett and the boys held a toga party for'em and the pledges got to pick their own walk-out music when they went on stage.

-The guys had to look at video evidence from the people that were the designated drivers at one of their ragers. Rhett was freaking the fuck out when he couldn't find your panties but calmed down when he found them on the turtle tank. Kayce even got it on video of Speedy, one of the turtles handing Rhett the pair of underwear in his mouth (lol).

Mo-Mo, I really hope you get a good laugh outta this, I know it's not an AU for everybody but those photos of Lewis in The Line have me wanting to write for Frat!Rhett soooooo bad (lol).

FRAT RHETT (Fratt ifyou will) MARY WE NEVER TALK ABOUT FRAT RHETTT

Omg, I am loving the Yellowstone crossover!! I feel it deep in my bones that Rhett and Kayce would actually be good friends, such similar my-brother-is-an-ass younger brother vibes.

I AM GIDDY AT ALL OF THIS!! All the little pieces of lore! I am CACKLING at them hog tying another frat, that is literally so funny and feels so frat!Rhett - ain't no one messing with his property.

SPEEDY WITH THE PANTIES!!

Oh, Mary, I had such a joyful wonderful time reading this!! Thank you for gracing us with your wonderful brain!