#I tried to post this earlier but I had bad connection and I think

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

The misogyny hydra rears it’s ugly heads again

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Requesting something where reader works as a barista and her boss/co-worker is flirting with her like non-stop. She finally reveals to her BF Ethan about it and of course he’s livid. Ethan/GF makes a visit to the cafe to show boss/co-worker to leave y/n alone for good. Later that night Ethan reminds y/n that she is ONLY his. Please include as much smut as you deem necessary. Btw absolutely adore your writing. 💕

Hiiii! I hope you like it💕

I Mean It - Ghostface!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your creepy supervisor threatens to get you fired after you reject his advances, so Ethan takes care of the problem.

Contains: Suggestions to murder, workplace harassment(Nothing graphic), oral - f recieving, p in v, rough-ish sex

A/N: I was going to post this earlier today but life happened haha

Ethan was the sweetest boyfriend to you. He loved to randomly buy you flowers just to see you smile, plan date days for the two of you, and he was always doing something to make you laugh, especially if you were having a bad day. He was also very protective. Whenever he’d be out with you somewhere, if he noticed that another guy was staring at you, he made eye contact until the person took the hint. God forbid anyone said anything or catcalled you because Ethan didn’t mind confronting someone. He didn’t want anyone else to think they could have you, but he also thought it was disrespectful to you.

You knew how Ethan could be, so when your new supervisor at work, Logan, started to flirt with you, you didn’t want to tell him. The last thing you wanted was for Ethan to pop in one day and say something, and with his occasional hotheaded tendencies, you were sure you’d get fired. You needed your job, especially with Ethan talking about how he wanted you to move in with him.

“Hey cutie,” Logan said, as you’d just put your apron on. “What are you doing after work today?”

“You know I have a boyfriend,” you said, brushing him off as you checked to make sure the coffee that was already brewed was still fresh. “Plus, you’re my supervisor. Don’t you think it’s a little unprofessional for you to keep hitting on me?”

“No,” he said, leaning on the counter beside you. “I can’t believe you’re with that loser.”

“Don’t talk about him like that,” you warned, as you once again, walked away from him. You peaked in the fridge to see what milk you needed to grab from the back, but he stayed right beside you.

“He’s not going to do anything,” he said, as you sighed in frustration.

“Seriously, Logan. Let it go. It’s never going to happen,” you said, making a mental note of what you needed before going to grab the extra milk.

He was still behind you, and you were starting to get a little uncomfortable. He was always flirting, but him following you into the walk-in cooler where no one else could see the two of you was making you nervous. You tried to push any anxiety you had to the side so you could get what you needed and get out, but once you had two gallons of milk in your hands and he stood in front of the door so you couldn’t move past him, you were starting to get mad. You huffed as you sat the milk down on one of the shelves.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you asked, staring him down as he smiled.

“I could write you up for talking to me like that…but I won’t if you let me take you out. Just once,” he said, trying to manipulate you into giving him a chance.

“Yeah, I can only imagine how that night would end,” you scoffed, as he started to smirk.

“Hopefully with you naked in my bed.”

You didn’t have time to process what you were doing before your hand connected with his cheek, the sharp sound muffled by the hum of the cooler. Your hand was stinging as you pulled it away, a red mark appearing on the side of his face as he stared at you in disbelief.

“I’m getting you fired for that,” he said, stepping away from the door as he ran his hand over his cheek. “I’ll tell the manager about this in the morning.”

“I’ll tell him about you sexually harassing me,” you snapped, grabbing the milk off the shelf and walking out of the cooler.

Your other coworkers looked at you as you walked out, noticing that you were trying to hold your tears in. You put the milk in the fridge before Logan walked out, an angry look on his face as he made his way towards you.

“I think you should go home for the rest of the day,” he said, as you took your apron off.

“Fine. I didn’t want to be here with your creepy ass anyway.”

“Expect the manager to call you in the morning,” he said, as you made your way out of the coffee shop.

On your walk back home, you knew you needed to tell Ethan. If Logan was going to get you fired anyway, you knew you’d be happier with the situation if Ethan confronted him. You dried the stray tears on your cheeks before you pulled out your phone to text him.

You: Can you come over before your late class?

Ethan: Yeah

Ethan: Wait, why aren’t you at work?

You: I’ll tell you about it when you come over.

When you made it to your dorm, you noticed Ethan standing outside of the door, waiting for you.

“That was fast,” you said, as he took in your sad appearance.

“You know I live in the next building over,” he said, as you walked up to him and rested your head against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, his hand soothingly rubbing across your back. “What happened, baby?”

“Let’s go inside and I’ll tell you,” you said, pulling away to unlock your door.

As you explained the interaction with Logan, Ethan was starting to get angry. His leg was bouncing as he tried to keep calm in front of you, but he knew that Logan needed to pay for the way he’d treated you. Ethan wouldn’t tolerate him flirting with you in the first place, but the idea of anyone thinking they’d even have a chance with you had him fuming, because you were his.

“I don’t know if I can stop by the coffee shop tonight, but I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” he lied, already having a sinister plan floating around in his head. “Maybe if you tell your manager what happened, he’ll be the one that gets fired.”

“All that man does is kiss the higher-ups’ asses, and he cornered me where he knew there weren’t any cameras,” you sighed, as he took a deep breath.

“I promise you, you won’t have to deal with him anymore,” Ethan said, as he stood up. “I’ll take care of it. But I have to run right now or I’m going to be late for class.”

“Okay,” you said, as he grabbed your hands and pulled you close. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips before he pulled away. “Wait, my roommate had to go home for a family emergency. If you think you could sneak back in here tonight, I’d love to spend some alone time with you.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that,” he said, smirking at you. “Leave your door unlocked. I might not get here until late, but I don’t want to get caught in the hallway.”

“I will. I hope your class isn’t too boring,” you said, as he mumbled “I know it won’t be.”

It wasn’t going to be because he wasn’t going. After seeing how upset you were, and the possibility of Logan getting you fired after he harassed you, he knew what needed to happen to him. He’d go to the ends of the earth to protect you, and he’d do anything to make sure you didn’t have to see Logan’s pathetic self again.

Ethan always paid close attention to his surroundings, even when he was visiting you at work for your breaks. He’d met you at the back entrance a couple of times when you had to close…the back entrance that was never locked until the supervisor left. He knew that was his way to get in, he just needed to plan it out perfectly.

He ran to his dorm to get the things he needed, hoping Chad wouldn’t come back as he put the robe, mask, and knife in his backpack. His roommate walked in just as he’d finished zipping his bag back up.

“Hey, wanna play Mortal Kombat when you get home later?” Chad asked, as he held up the game he’d just picked up.

“No, I won’t be coming home after class. I just stopped by to grab some extra clothes,” Ethan said, as Chad shook his head.

“Don’t get caught in her dorm again,” he said, as Ethan rolled his eyes and walked out.

Ethan found a little hiding spot outside of the view of the exterior cameras of the coffee shop as he waited for his opportunity to go in. His head snapped up from his phone once he heard your coworkers talking amongst themselves as they walked out the back door. He locked his phone and slid it in his pocket before unzipping his backpack and grabbing what he needed to not get caught.

He held the knife tightly in his hand as he walked up to the back entrance and opened the door, peaking around the hallway. He noticed that the coffee shop was dark, aside from the glow of the fluorescent lighting in the manager’s office. He quietly stepped towards it, and once he made it to the doorway, he tapped the blade of his knife against the metal door frame to get Logan’s attention.

As soon as Ethan finished what he went there to do, he wiped the blood off his knife before heading towards the back exit. He slowly opened the door to make sure no one was outside before he bolted to where he was hidden before. He took off the robe and the mask and shoved it, along with the knife, into his backpack.

You kept checking the time on your phone, wondering what was taking Ethan so long. You almost thought he got caught by your RA, but you knew he would’ve messaged you to tell you that. You jumped when your door quickly opened as Ethan ran inside.

“You scared the shit out of me,” you sighed, as he turned to smile at you.

“Sorry. I almost got caught,” he said, his breathing heavy from all the running he’d just done.

His adrenaline was still pumping through his veins as he took in your appearance. You had the cutest little pajama set on, and he was dying to get you out of it.

“You know you’re only mine, right?” he asked, as he stepped closer to you. You noticed the dark look in his eyes as you curiously looked at him.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, as he let out a light chuckle.

“You didn’t answer my question. Maybe I need to show you who you belong to,” he said, as your core started to throb at his words.

“Are you still mad about the Logan stuff? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you he was flirting with me until it got bad,” you said, as he shook his head.

“You do need to tell me when stuff like that happens, but…” he trailed off, once he noticed you laying there, clenching your thighs together. Your eyes were so needy, and you were struggling to sit still. “I think you want me to show you that your mine.”

“Mhm,” you said, as he sat his stuff down and pulled his shirt over his head.

He got on your bed and hovered over you before he leaned down to place his lips against yours. Your mouths were hungrily moving together, like you couldn’t get enough of each other. You felt Ethan start to tug at your pajama shorts as he pushed his tongue past your slightly parted lips. You lifted your hips so Ethan could slide the shorts down over the curve of your ass. As soon as he got you out of them, his fingertips gently moved up your thigh.

You whimpered into his mouth as he started to rub you over your panties. He slid them to the side to rub painfully slow circles against your needy bundle of nerves. He knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t help it. He loved teasing you until you were begging him to fuck you.

“Ethannn,” you whined once he pulled away to catch his breath. “Move your fingers faster.”

He smirked at the pouty look playing on your lips as he barely changed up his pace. It was almost unnoticeable, as you gave him a ‘Really?’ look.

“Oh, you want more?” he asked, his fingers quickly rubbing against your clit. “Is this what you need?”

“Yes,” you moaned, as he started to laugh and slow his fingers. You whined in protest as he almost came to a stop. You were starting to get a little frustrated, especially after you’d thought about Ethan taking care of you in the way you needed him to the entire evening. “I thought you were going to show me who I belong to?”

His smirk dropped and his eyes got so dark at your question. You weren’t trying to piss him off, but you felt like you did as he stared at you.

“Don’t be a brat,” he warned, “I do so much for you.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I know you do,” as he scooted down the bed and looked at you from in between your thighs.

“You don’t know the half of it,” he said, before he leaned forward, his tongue licking stripes up your clit.

Your hands went to his hair as his tongue skillfully moved against you, but you still needed more. He already knew that, but he wanted you to ask him for it. You stayed quiet, not wanting to make him mad like you did before. Your bottom lip was in between your teeth as you tried to hold your sounds in, because you didn’t want anyone to hear you. Ethan loved it when you were loud, but you didn’t want him to get caught in your dorm again.

He wasn’t satisfied with your silence, a low moan slipping past your lips once he sucked your clit into his mouth and started to move his head from side to side.

“Unf, fuck,” you whimpered, your hips lifting off the bed as he fought to hold them down. “Please use your fingers.”

He slid his middle and ring finger into your dripping pussy with ease as he kept sucking on your clit. He curved his fingers just right, your legs involuntarily twitching at the feeling. Once he sucked even harder, you felt your orgasm building.

“I’m close,” you whined, as his fingers pressed harder against that spongy spot inside of you.

His eyes connected with yours as your moans kept getting louder, the feeling in the pit of your stomach getting stronger and stronger as he brought you closer to the edge. Your hands were tugging on his hair as you started to move your hips with his fingers until your entire body started to shake. He watched you fall apart as that feeling finally washed over you, your breathing shaky as you whimpered his name.

He slowed his fingers as you started to come down from your high and switched from sucking your clit to gentle licks. Once you started to pull your hips away from the slight overstimulation, he removed his fingers and sat up to look at you.

“You’re mine, right?” he joked, as you stared at him through your post-orgasm haze.

“I think so…I need you to fuck me so I can be sure,” you said, teasing him as he glared at you.

“Be careful what you ask for,” he said, sliding off the side of your bed to take his jeans and boxers off. He walked over to your bedside table and grabbed a condom before he crawled back on the bed with you.

He grabbed one of the extra pillows from beside your head and placed it under you as you lifted your hips for him. Once he slid inside of you, he gave you time to adjust to his size as he leaned down to kiss you. His tongue glided across your bottom lip as you let him deepen the kiss, but you were starting to squirm underneath him.

He started off with slow, deep thrusts. The tip of his cock was brushing against your g-spot as he caught all your moans with his mouth. Your nails ran over his back as he fucked you at a slow pace, but you were craving more. Your legs wrapped around him so he could go even deeper, but he knew what you really needed.

He pulled away to look at you as he rested on his knees, still thrusting into your soaked core.

“Are you mine?” he growled, as you nodded. “You better fucking say it.”

“Mmm, shit. I’m all yours,” you said, as he quickly sped up. His cock was slamming into you so hard that the sounds of his skin slapping against yours, along with the loud moans flooding out of your mouth, were bouncing off the walls.

His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on keeping his pace, his cheeks a rosy pink as he tried to keep his breathing as steady as he could.

You snaked your hand down to your clit, before he swatted it away and replaced it with his thumb. He was rolling circles over it, the pressure making you whimper.

Grunts were slipping past his lips as he started to drill into your g-spot even harder, your shaky hands gripping the comforter to brace yourself for your orgasm.

He knew that if the sounds already coming from your room weren’t loud enough for anyone else to hear, the sounds you were about to make definitely would be. He placed his hand over your mouth, your eyes wide as your eyebrows knitted together.

Your pussy started to flutter as you let out a loud cry against the palm of his hand, your entire body bucking as he tried to fuck you through it.

Your chest was heaving as your body started to relax, but he still kept his hand in place just in case you couldn’t be quiet as he chased his own orgasm. It didn’t take long for his hips to stutter.

“Aahh fuck,” he moaned out as he pulled his hand away from your mouth, his head falling forward as he gave a few more week thrusts, his cum filling the tip of the condom. He slid out of you and flopped on his back as he tried to catch his breath.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled, as he turned his head to look at you. You looked like you could fall asleep in that moment, so he got up to take the condom off, and grabbed your panties and his boxers off the floor.

“Let me help you, baby,” he said, as he slid your panties back up your legs and over your hips. He slid his boxers back on before crawling in bed beside you and pulling you closer.

You moved your head to his chest, and he heard your breathing slow as he drew patterns on your back with his fingertips.

“I love you, babe,” he said, placing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you, too,” you said softly, as you started to drift off.

The next morning, you woke up to the sound of your phone vibrating against the nightstand. You lifted your head off Ethan’s chest as he started to wake up, a sweet smile on his lips as his eyes stayed closed.

“Oh shit,” you said, grabbing your phone. Ethan’s eyes opened as you glanced over to him, your phone still vibrating in your hands. “It’s work.”

You hesitantly answered it, a nervous “Hello?” slipping past your lips. Your eyes went wide as you listened to your manager speak, your hand covering your mouth as you tried to process everything you were being told. Ethan was trying so hard to hold in his smile over the horrible crime he committed, but he’d do anything for you. He had no shame in that.

Once you hung up with your manager, you turned to Ethan, your eyes still wide as you tried to put into words what you were told.

“So uh, the coffee shop is a crime scene right now,” you said, as Ethan looked at you, fake confusion painted on his face.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, as your words got stuck in your throat. “Talk to me, baby.”

“Logan was murdered last night after everyone left,” you said, the shock fully hitting you once the words left your mouth. “Oh my god. That’s fucking crazy.”

“Yeah…I’m just happy you weren’t there,” Ethan said, as you nodded.

“Me too…I wonder what happened,” you said, as he shrugged.

“We’ll probably know something soon,” he said, as he started to laugh a little. You didn’t think it was very funny, your questioning look letting him know he needed to explain himself. “It’s not funny, but I guess you aren’t getting fired, after all. He was a scummy person…now he can’t treat anyone else the way he treated you.”

“That’s true,” you sighed as you laid your head back on Ethan’s chest.

[bigfatbreak]

I see a lot of people talking about what Chloé and Kim did, and I think I'm missing something? What did they do?

In a more recent episode "Derision," (sloppy sum up below)

its discovered that the reason Marinette is so stunted, awkward, and generally staccato about dating Adrien in spite of genuinely liking him, is because she was a major victim of Chloe's the year prior. During that year, Chloe threatened anyone who would attempt to befriend her, isolating Marinette completely, only having a friend in a girl named Socqueline who would relentlessly defend her.

At the time, Marinette had a crush on Kim, and so Chloe, knowing Kim loves pranks, had him "prank" her at the pool as a fake confession. As Kim offered a fake, heartfelt confession in return for Marinette's own, he gifted Marinette a box full of spiders, causing her to flip out and fall into the pool from the high end. Sabine and Chloe were filming the whole thing, and planned on posting it on social media to openly mock her. The only thing stopping them is Socqueline, who legitimately kicks the phone out of Chloe's hands.

This leads into why Marinette is so bad at confessions. After a year of being harassed, bullied, and isolated, she takes a chance on love, and is only horrifically and publicly mocked. Her attitude towards Adrien makes more sense with this context - deeply and passionately loving him, but constantly hesitating on the last step, as last time was so devastating. She's got some severe trauma around confessing and connecting with love interests, as she assumes they're always going to mock her in the end.

I really wish this episode had been planned earlier in the series, because it DOES give good insight as to how bad Marinette had it, and would've been great context for the audience. Not long after, Socqueline had to move away, too, so Marinette had to rebuild her entire social network from the ground up, with several people in the class who didn't mind humiliating her for their own amusement.

Also I really liked Chat Noir/Adrien going sicko mode on Kim. PLEASE kill that boy Adrien. I am BEGGING YOU. He tries to cataclysm Kim in the fucking face. I was thrilled. I thrive off negativity

Using this as groundwork in the dad villain au, having all that shit happen to Marinette alongside losing Sabine essentially made her go "wow I am going to quit school and work at my dad's business. bye" which is super ironic because that is ALL gabriel wants adrien to do lmao

[fandoms-writings]

omg remi i keep meaning to send in asks for your event but i always forget i’m so sorryxbzbdbz

request time!! what about "Come get me? I miss you." with any of your bucky’s, with a kisses extra please? <3

Ahhhh this one was fun to write <3 i had to stop before it got too long lmao

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Bucky gets handsy when he's drunk lol

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drunk!bucky, implied smut at the end, due to the content of my blog this is 18+ only

A/N: this is unbeta'd all mistakes are my own

Masterpost || Bucky Masterlist || Event Post

It wasn't that Bucky was a lightweight. No, it was that asgardian liquor had a certain kick to it that sent Bucky into a drunken handsy mess. You sat in his lap, his hand roaming and squeezing the muscles of your legs and your hips and he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

As he laughed into your skin at something Steve said, you couldn't help but think back to the first time you'd seen him drunk, which was the first time he'd felt comfortable letting loose like that in front of the rest of the team. 

You'd grown tired of the party earlier than he did, retiring to your shared room for the rest of the evening and taking the opportunity to have a self care night. You took a bath, washed your face, did a mask, your nails - the whole nine yards. 

Finally in pajamas, hair dry and skin feeling the softest it's been in awhile, you crawled into bed, your comfort show on the TV as you got comfy. Then your show paused and FRIDAYs voice called your name through your speakers. 

A sigh left your lips as you shut your eyes, "Yes?" 

"Mr. Barnes is requesting to speak with you," She announced and your brows scrunched. He could just come back to the room if he wanted to talk to you so bad. But part of you had your anxiety peaking - maybe something happened downstairs and it was an emergency. 

"Put him through." 

"Yes ma'am." It was only a moment of quiet where you were questioning everything before Bucky's voice filled the room. 

"Babyyyy," he sang out, "Baaabyyyy." 

You shook your eyes as you got ready to stand, "Yes, my love?" You called back and you heard his gasp as if he didn't know you'd answer. He must've been calling for you before FRIDAY connected him. 

"You answered!" You could hear the smile in his words as he told you about how he didn't think you'd still be awake. 

"I'm awake, but not for much longer," You informed him, "What's going on?" 

He was quiet for a moment before he finally replied, "Can you come get me?" His voice was small and you couldn't hear a smile anymore, "I miss you." 

There was a tugging in your heart as you threw the covers off of your legs and stood from the bed. 

"Where are you, Bucky?" 

"At the compound," You rolled your eyes, but decided not to tell him you were also already there. "In the activity room. Everyone already went to bed." 

"And they left you there by yourself?" You slipped on your fuzzy socks, the damn floors Stark had chosen were always freezing the bottoms of your feet, and he confirmed his statement. "Stay there okay? I'll be there soon." 

You disconnected the call from FRIDAY before telling her to keep an eye on Bucky while you made your way down, taking the elevator ride to mentally prepare yourself for whatever state the team had left Bucky in. 

Padding down the hallway, you slowed at the corner leading to the activity room when you heard voices. When you peaked around the corner, you saw a very out of it Bucky leaning against a sober looking Steve. 

"I know where she is, I can take you to her," Steve tried to convince Bucky but your boyfriend shook his head. 

"Nuh uh, she tol' me she was comin 'ere," His brows were scrunched when he looked at Steve, "I ain't movin'." Steve chuckled and shook his head and you couldn't help but do the same. 

"Alright, pal, we'll wait together yeah?" You couldn't stop the small smile that grew on your lips as you watched Bucky's head lean against his friend's shoulder. You gave him another moment to relax with Steve before you rounded the corner, sneaking your way over to the couch. 

Steve spotted your first, catching you in the corner of his eye, and he smiled and waved. You returned the gesture before seeing Bucky with his eyes closed. He looked so peaceful you didn't want to wake him, but you also didn't want Steve to have to be stuck here all night, not that he'd complain - he'd do anything for Bucky even if it meant sitting still on the couch all night. 

"Hey, punk," Steve softly said, getting a hum out of Bucky, "Open your eyes, look who's here." 

Bucky's eyes lazily opened, sluggishly scanning the room before landing on you, snapping the rest of the way open as a giant smile broke out on his face. 

"Baby!" He called for you, holding his hands out to touch you and you closed the distance, stepping into his hands as they wound around your back and pulled you forward. He buried his face in your stomach, taking a deep inhale as your fingers threaded through his hair. "You came." 

"Of course I did," You muttered into his hair before placing a kiss there and looking at Steve, thanking him for watching over you boyfriend. 

"You got this?" he whispered to you and you nodded. 

"Yeah, if I need help, I'll call you." He nodded and stood, patting you on the shoulder before walking down the hall. 

"You wanna go back to our room, hm?" You asked, pulling Bucky's face away from your stomach so you could see him. 

He nodded and you tried to help him stand, though it was hard with his wandering hands. Eventually, you got him to his feet, and half carried him to the elevator. With him propped against the wall, you leaned over, pressing the button for your floor. 

His arms wrapped around you from behind, his metal hand pushing its way up and under your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it in his grip. You let him lean into you, his other hand coming around your front, drawing lazy patterns over your stomach before it started to tease at your waistband, his pink pushing the edge of it trying to get past it. 

You grabbed his hand, giggling at the sound of disappointment that rumbled behind you. "Bucky, you know there are cameras all over this place, including the elevators right?" 

"So? I wan touch you," his hand on your breast squeezed as his lips placed lazy kisses on your neck and you had to keep yourself together at the sensation the cool of his metal against your nipple did to you. 

"I know you do," You said, looking over your shoulder at him, "But do you want to give Stark a free show?" His nose pressed into your neck as he grumbled. 

"No. . ." He muttered after a while earning another giggle from you as his hand still hadn't left your chest.

"Then, if you can stay awake once we get back to our room, you can touch me all you want." You promised, nudging his nose with yours and smiling as his eyes lit up with determination.

"I can," He said, swaying as he stepped back from you, "I can stay 'wake." 

The elevator stopped on your floor and you helped him get to the bedroom, helping him sit on the bed and take his shoes off. He laid back on top of the comforter with a sigh before looking at you and giving you grabby hands. 

You placed one of your hands in his, leaning over him to place a kiss on his lips, "I'll be right back, okay?" He pouted at you but nodded, leaning up to mold his mouth with yours once more before letting your hand go and watching you walk off to the restroom. 

When you came back, he was lightly snoring, laying the wrong way on the bed. You tried waking him to move him, but he was out cold, so you grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed and moved them to where he was. You pulled out an extra blanket, since he was laying on top of the other ones, and once you had him turned to his side just in case, you snuggled in behind him, throwing the blanket over the both of you. 

His laugh snapped you out of the memory and you looked down at him. He glanced up at you, catching your gaze and his smile softened. 

"What is it?" He asked, squeezing your leg. 

"Nothing," You grinned, leaning down to his ear, "Do you wanna come upstairs with me before you get too tired?" You asked, taking the lobe of his ear between your teeth for a split second before pulling away. 

When you looked at him again, the pupils in his eyes had blown wide and he had a single-minded gaze on you. 

"Get up," he ordered, "Let's go." You stood giggling, bidding everyone a good night before Bucky all but chased you to the elevator, almost giving Stark a show on the way up to your room where, this time, Bucky didn't know the meaning of the word tired. All. Night. Long.

[yuikomorii]

// Ok I didn’t want to go this far but at this point, you guys are hating on Ayato just for clout and it shows. It’s okay not to like a character but straight up spreading misinformation about him is not okay. If you lack reading comprehension, just admit it.

What makes Ayato’s past so sad isn’t only the fact that Cordelia was mean towards him. She mentally and physically abused him, yet what genuinely hurt Ayato the most was the way Cordelia treated ALL the triplets. A part of him didn’t even want to kill her, given that he CRIED in the MB flashbacks because, despite being a huge abuser, he STILL felt sympathy even for someone like her. No matter how horrible Cordelia was, Ayato still wished for Karlheinz to reciprocate her feelings only to finally see her happy.

Don't even get me started on the Adam curse. He was practically used as bait and abandoned to death by his own brothers, but he still hoped for their safety after escaping. That curse literally destroyed his entire life because its purpose was to make the person who ate the fig drown in despair and go insane. That's why he was sooo obsessed with Yui's blood. Heck, he's cursed in routes other than his own, as he goes insane in Ruki's MB one, to the point that his brothers had to lock him inside the dungeon. In addition, in his MB Vampire Ending, he falls into a coma because he refuses to hurt Yui and keep drinking her blood.

Other than that, Laito was the one who made him believe that he wasn’t special, hence he adopted the “I will never make someone special again” mentality. He also wanted to kill him when he was younger (no hate towards any of his brothers though). Kanato was the only one who never did something bad to him, considering that when Ayato was a child, Reiji called him the disappointment of the family after failing a test.

Ayato did twisted stuff too; no character is a saint, but he always tries his best to fix things. Even when not dating Yui, he’s capable of showing compassion, support and a desire to improve his relationship with his brothers BY HIMSELF. Check this analysis for example.

Other than that, despite every time being hurt when trying to show kindness, he still became a very selfless guy who’d sacrifice himself for anyone at any given time. What makes this even more admirable is that according to Karlheinz, he’s literally the only one who actually VALUES his life. This guy who loves life would risk it all for Yui, even when not dating, or for any of his brothers.

Credit to: dialovers-translations and tournesolia on Tumblr

On top of that, he's incredibly empathic?? He forgives everybody, no matter what they do to him, and seeks to maintain good relations with them. In Kino's LE route, for example, he tortures and burns Ayato, but Ayato is the first person to recognize him as his brother because he wanted Kino to feel that he, too, belonged to a family.

Last but not least, nobody silences Karlheinz as good as him. He was also the only one who connected the dots by himself about his dad being the root of all evil (Laito too but that was after the letter), including being the only one who didn’t want to kill him only because he didn’t want to fall into his plan. Check this post.

Oh and, Ayato is actually really big; it’s not that only his fans make him that way! This post basically proves that he’s the IT boy of otome games and I should also mention that he’s the character that sells the most in Japan and China! Just look what Japanese fans think of him. ;)

You can dislike him as much as you want but nobody can deny how brave and pure-hearted he is. He’s the definition of from zero to hero.

As I mentioned earlier, it's fine to dislike him, but don't become obsessed with it, lol. At the end of the day, he's merely a fictional character with endearing characteristics and the male lead. It's really not that deep. Besides, it's embarrassing when the hate comes from Yui stans because she definitely wouldn't be happy of any of you talking about her man in that way.

[i-starcreamed]

Angst Mtmte Headcanons with Rodimus, Swerve, Tarn, Ratchet? Either human or cybertronain s/o works!

Their s/o and them get back from a fight. Everything’s fine and they’re like celebrating. But little do they know their s/o has been hiding a fatal injury 😈

HII THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH YOUR REQUEST! Sorry this took like a month...anyways this was a very fun ask ngl. But also this is an absolute nightmare for Ratchet in like, every single one of them besides Tarn, my bad. Just stop dying, Y/N

[ cybertronian!reader CW: angst, death, near-death, injuries, i think you get it

post includes: Rodimus, Tarn, Swerve, and Ratchet]

(can you tell i like this gif?)

RODIMUS

The enemy was defeated, a couple of injured crew members were rushed to the med bay, but all was good now. The danger has passed. Rodimus bore a look of exhausted but relieved contentment, both of you have emerged unscathed from the ordeal.

Except…you held a servo to your side, your face scrunched up when you tried to walk but brushed it off to your lover that you were sore from the fight. 

"Do you really think it's a good idea to go without a checkup from Ratchet?" Rodimus asked, his face betraying his concern. "We had one hell of a fight back there, and I don't want you getting hurt and putting that stunning frame of yours in danger," he managed to smile, but the worry was still obvious in his expression.

“I’m fine, just a little sore is all. I’ll just disengage my pain receptors and I’ll be a-okay” you forced a smile.

That you did, but it didn’t stop you from feeling other symptoms besides pain

As soon as his attention was turned away from you, you took your energon-stained servo off your side, revealing an open wound. It was small, and should usually bleed slowly, but this time it threatened to be a big deal—it was connected to one of your main fuel lines. You glanced at the bots celebrating around you, some missing due to attending their friends in the med bay after the fight.

Ratchet had better things to focus his efforts on, and you saw others far worse off than yourself. You clung desperately to the tiny hope that you would still be standing when all the others were healed. Feeling suddenly unsteady, you leaned against the wall for support, your vision beginning to blur. Come on, not now! You willed your legs to move forward as you made your way toward Rodimus and the rest of the bots he was addressing. You’ll last a little longer.

By the time Rodimus notices you’re horribly injured, it's already too late. You're in his arms, the spark inside you weak and flickering as a large amount of your energon leaves a trail from his racing form. He desperately rushes you to the medbay, his servos shaking and trembling as he pleads with Ratchet to save your life. His voice grows louder as he begs for a miracle, primus help you

“You have to help her, you have to help her!”

The light has gone out from your optics, your spark hums quietly. When Ratchet takes your vitals, he gives Rodimus a look. And oh, he knows what that look means. 

He’s angry, he’s upset, he rushes to hold you one last time. He should have realized earlier, he should’ve taken you to Ratchet even if you said you were fine. He should’ve. 

SWERVE

It was one of those battles where everyone was needed; you and Swerve had to look out for each other. You two weren't the toughest or biggest fighters on your team but hey, by the end, you two managed to help out in some way.  

Why not host a small celebration at Swerve’s? Most of the crew was already there, having a drink or chatting. You stayed behind to get checked up by Ratchet but promised Swerve you’d join him soon after.

After the full-fledged battle, you felt dizzy and tired, but you figured it was just due to your extreme exhaustion. Little did you know, there was a malfunction in your inner circuits that had been spreading quickly, rapidly shutting down your functions. If you were well enough to think clearly and logically about the situation at hand, perhaps the malfunction would have horrified you more than it did… However, with the malfunction putting an extra load on your thoughts and movements it became very difficult for you to think straight. You must have been hit by something, but you don’t even remember what.

Ratchet asked if you wanted to call Swerve, but you said no. You didn't want to worry him. But then again, your spark panged at the thought of never seeing him again, of never getting to say goodbye. Time was running out and at this point, all you had left was the ability to message him through your communicator.

The minibot rushed as fast as he could to see you, but when he arrived and saw the state you were in, his spark sank. You were hooked up to all these machines that seemed to be the only thing keeping you alive. But at least you were still conscious, thankfully

“Oh, oh…y/n why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve, we could’ve…why?”

“I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Oh..y/n..” tear coolant(?) comes out of both your optics.

“Nonono wait, can you please hel-” The look on the medic’s face was enough to answer his pleas. There was nothing that could be done anymore. 

“Swerve” you muttered, your servo reaching out. “It’s okay.” 

The minibot grasped your servo tightly, his desperate grip conveying the understanding that this would be the last time he would have the chance to.

TARN

You knew being alongside the DJD was dangerous, hell, you were dangerous. The team of overly Megatron-obsessed mechs surprisingly had each other's back. You were with Tarn, too. You were basically unstoppable. 

So when you felt that shot hit your chassis, and the energon quickly leaking out of your wound, you had no idea what happened. You fell to your knees in front of the deceased Decepticon traitor whom you had just seen fall right before their blast had hit you. You were turned away from your team and their delight as they celebrated his death without any knowledge of what had happened to you. As those behind you laughed and commended each other for their victory

“Did you see how they finished them off? Absolutely cruel.” Your conjunx bragged to the others. His footsteps approached when you didn’t move from your spot. “Y/N?”

Before he had a chance to witness the pool of energon forming in front of you, you quickly whipped your helm around, frantically trying to hide your dizziness by plastering a smile on your face. "Stubborn one, huh? I'll be..I'll be with you in a moment," your words slurred slightly and Tarn took a step closer. “What was that? Are you alright?”

“YES, yes, I’m just… admiring this. You know how I feel about spilled energon”. Your servo tightened on the wound as you pondered if applying enough pressure would speed up the healing process.

Tarn paused for a moment then went to place a servo on your shoulder. “That’s my-” His optics widened when he saw your servo clutched around your wound.

"What happened?" Tarn demanded, dropping to his knees beside you and examining the wound. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to worry you," you replied weakly, trying to hide the pain in your voice. "I thought it was just a graze, but it hurts more than I thought it would."

Tarn's optics softened as he looked at you, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. "Just a graze…” He scoffed. “You foolish, stubborn bot," he murmured affectionately. "You know I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."

“I’m sorry,” you winced. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks - you were dying and needed medical attention immediately. His spark hurt. Despite it all, he musters up enough courage to pick you up in his arms and take you away to safety, struggling to keep his composure as he does so.

Your optics shut off, and he realized he might need to figure out his last words to you. He clutched his fists. 

RATCHET

He would never forgive himself if a fatal injury went unnoticed, especially if you were his patient. And yet, somehow it happened

Many of the crew members were injured, and few needed urgent medical attention but you knew Ratchet would be busy.

Despite his complaints and grumbling, Ratchet had agreed to scan you as soon as he was done tending to his critically-injured patients.

You had a deep slice way too close to your spark, you were bleeding out. You were able to use a medical patch tucked away in your subspace to temporarily stop the bleeding, but it's like applying a bandage to a bullet wound a little too close to the heart.

You realized you may have fucked up when you started to feel lightheaded and your sensors suddenly weren't working so well. You limped your way to the medbay, but didn't manage to make it. You groaned as the energon seeped from underneath the patch, you slid down the wall just a couple steps away from the entrance. The last thing you saw was a blur exit the medbay and run towards you before your optics powered off.

Ratchet’s optics widened when you were carried into the medbay by a bot he had just finished working on. He took off the patch to reveal the fatal wound, he could only stand there as your spark weakly glowed underneath all your inner systems. 

Why hadn’t you told him? Why didn’t he make sure? He knew your spark was too weak and wouldn’t make it but he still desperately tried to seal any area where energon was flowing from, occasionally cursing at himself when his servos would be too shaky. 

“C'mon, c'mon. Primus, damnit. Don't you dare give up on me now."

He couldn't accept the truth, he held his helm in his servos when your spark completely stopped functioning. 

He agreed to have a drink at Swerve’s with you after everyone was healed, just one. And now that moment would never come. 

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Halloween chapter 11

Note: so, uh, this came out way earlier than expected. I'm sorry about that and sorry for what you're about to read. please read this post before you read this fic.

Warnings: angst, mention of blood, death, injuries. There are other possible triggers but I cannot state them because it will spoil the entire fic, so please proceed with caution if you have been triggered by earlier chapters of this fic.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Something had changed between you and Sihtric.

wordcount: 3,3k

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Sihtric woke up, completely oblivious of the time as his room was darkened and quiet. He felt his wrists ache, a reminder of the metal chains he had been restrained with before he fell asleep. He liked it when you chained him up, because you did it so carefully and gently, making sure he wasn't harmed in the process, but he always felt he had been tugging at the chains a day later. He turned around in bed, wanting to pull your body against his but he couldn't find you next to him. He whined softly, hugging the sheets instead, and he smiled when he remembered how your lips had felt against his after you had restrained him. He tossed and turned a few times, not being able to fall asleep again now that you weren't next to him anymore, and he then got out of bed.

He smiled when he found you sitting at his table, drinking tea, and he took a seat across from you.

'How are your wrists today?' you asked compassionately.

'Not too bad,' Sihtric said and held his hands out to you, showing the bruising on his skin.

'Poor thing,' you whispered at the sight and gave him a faint smile, 'it's like the full Moon changes you. It looks like you tried to break out of the chains.'

'I only break out of rope.'

'I bet,' you smiled, 'that's why we don't use rope on you.'

'There's no fun in rope,' he chuckled.

'You remain a mystery, Sihtric,' you said sweetly, 'now, tell me about the dreams you've had.'

Sihtric looked at you for a moment, puzzled, but then remembered how the last thing you had discussed before you had him chained up was that he had been having vivid dreams lately, and he shook his head lightly as he recalled them.

'The dreams,' he said, 'I don't believe they were just dreams.'

'Then what do you believe they are?'

'You'll think I'm insane,' he mumbled.

'Try me.'

Sihtric looked at you, quietly, contemplating if he was going to tell you what he truly believed. He was afraid he'd scare you off, despite all the things you'd been through with him already. Something felt different today, but he didn't know what. He noticed you were a little distant lately, and waking up without you next to him had already unsettled him to start with. He couldn't point out what the problem was and he was afraid that telling you about the dreams he's had lately would only push you away further. But he also loved you and couldn't lie to you. And you knew that too, so when you saw he looked troubled this morning, even more so than usual, you knew it would be a matter of time before he'd open up to you. And so you waited patiently for him to speak.

'Why are you sitting so far away from me, love?'

'It's just better to keep some distance right now, Sihtric. I'm sorry, but after yesterday...' you sighed, 'just, please talk to me… what about those dreams?'

'I believe these so-called dreams I've had lately are more,' he paused and rubbed his eyes, then sighed, 'a reality of sorts. Like… it's more than a dream. It connects us.'

'Us?'

'Yes, us. You and me, sweet thing.'

Sihtric smiled softly and you felt yourself blush, his charm always got to you and swept you off your feet, even when he sometimes frightened you.

'So I'm not sure they are dreams,' he continued, 'it seems to me they are bits and pieces of… of previous lives we've had.'

'Previous lives?' you frowned, 'that we had? Together you mean?'

'Yes,' Sihtric said and took your hand, 'don't you feel it too? The connection we have?'

'Sure,' you chuckled, 'but previous lives? I'm not sure how I feel about that. What did we do in those previous lives then?'

'Well… in one life we met and fell in love, but I was a- a vampire,' he mumbled, realising how stupid he just sounded.

'A… vampire? You believe in-'

'I know,' he said quickly, 'I know how that sounds. But just hear me out…'

You listened carefully when Sihtric told you about the "dreams" he had as of late. He told you how he had killed you as a vampire and how it had tormented him. How he had accepted his death and how he found you again in a next life, in which you were a maid and he was cast out from the village. You fell in love again, as you were supposed to, but he was cursed and one simple kiss would lead to your death. But you had loved him and so you decided to follow him into death, hoping to be together forever, but there was no such thing and Sihtric said he then found you again, in another life, where he was a musician and about to get married to you when he was shot right in front of you. And Sihtric told you how it all seemed connected. He pointed out how the chandelier that almost killed you, when you were a maid, resembled that time when Sihtric's chandelier fell down from his ceiling one morning in his home, after Skade had cursed you at the party. He explained how his blood kink is probably related to his previous life as the blood sucking vampire that killed you, or that maybe he was simply a descendant of the Vampire of Bebbanburg. He told you about his deal with the Devil and that maybe that also had something to do with your past lives and your connection. He wasn't sure about it all yet as he was still figuring it out himself, but none of that mattered to him.

'What matters,' Sihtric said as he lightly stroked your hand with his thumb, 'is that we're meant to be, little bat. We were always meant to be.'

You pulled your hand away from him and jumped up, almost knocking over your chair. You grabbed your bag and coat before you made haste out the door, leaving Sihtric behind, who was baffled, confused and most of all heartbroken that you had left without a word. What he had been afraid of had just happened, he figured he had truly scared you this time, maybe for good. 

But he didn't know that the real reason you left like that was because you couldn't show him the tears in your eyes or let him hear the lump in your throat when you'd speak, because you were in love with him and it frightened you. Everything frightened you after the things he told you, because you believed him. You believed everything he said and you believed he wasn't insane. But you were scared. So you just left him that morning and didn't see him again until several days later.

Sihtric looked absolutely stunning when you found him sitting on his bed, leaning back on his elbows, his hair freshly shaved again on one side while his curls still graced the other side. You thought he was always stunning and he always took your breath away, which is exactly what made him so dangerous. He was always sweet and charming, and he was different from everyone else you ever met before, in every possible way. But you weren't blind to the horrors that were part of him and you had grown very concerned lately.

Sihtric jumped up from the bed when he saw you, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you.

'Little bat,' he breathed as he held you, relief washing over him, 'I've missed you so much. I was afraid you wouldn't come back.'

'Sihtric,' you chuckled and took a step back, 'we went over this already, we have to keep our distance.'

You smiled kindly at him and he cupped your cheeks, ignoring what you just said, and he pulled your face to his and locked his lips with yours. Your eyes were wide open and you gave him a light shove, pushing him away from you.

'Sihtric!' you gasped and quickly looked back over your shoulder, making sure you were truly alone, 'stop… stop doing that.'

Sihtric stared at you, confused, and he scoffed. 'What are you talking about? Since when can't I kiss you anymore?'

'You just can't do that!' you hissed and quickly closed the door to his room.

'My love,' he laughed softly and took your face in his hands again, 'you're not making any sense right now,' he whispered and kissed you once more.

You desperately wanted to fight it, but your need and lust for him was too strong and you allowed yourself to kiss him back. Finally. Sihtric couldn't remember the last time you had kissed each other like that, as you had barely seen each other lately and he didn't know what had changed between the two of you. You just seemed to disappear sometimes and he knew you were busy with work, so he didn't make a point out of it, but his heart ached when you weren't with him and he had longed for you gravely.

'My queen,' Sihtric breathed in between kisses and he picked you up in his arms, 'to be without you is a punishment,' he whispered and seated you upon the table, positioning himself between your thighs, 'and not the kind of punishment I enjoy,' he sighed and moved his hands up in your hair, kissing you eagerly and deeply.

'Sihtric,' you murmured against his lips, but he silenced you with a passionate kiss before you could say another word.

The kiss became more heated, his fingers squeezing your thighs while your hands were on his neck, getting lost in his touch, his taste and his scent. You both ran out of breath and he shoved your skirt up while you pulled his white shirt to keep him close.

'I want you,' he almost growled, 'I need to feel you so bad, my angel,' he peppered your neck with soft and wet kisses, 'I've missed you so, it's been unbearable. I need you-'

'Sihtric,' you choked on his name as he left a love bite just below your ear, 's-stop,' you mumbled, 'you… you have to stop.'

'Why?' he chuckled, 'you're mine, aren't you?' he hummed and captured you in another kiss, until you pushed him away again and jumped off the table.

You adjusted your skirt and quickly hid the mark he had left with your hair, then cleared your throat and tried to compose yourself again. But your flushed cheeks betrayed your desire for him.

'I… I don't understand,' Sihtric said, confused, 'why… why can't I-'

'Sihtric,' you said quietly, 'who do you think I am?'

'What?' he scoffed, 'you're mine… you're… you're my love,' he said, but then uncertainty began to sound in his voice, 'my… my little bat. You're mine. Honey, I don't understand what is going on-'

'Where do you think you are?'

'What?' he gazed at you, confused, 'we're home… right? We're home, baby. Why are you-'

'Who do you think you are?'

Sihtric scoffed again and tears began to well up in his eyes as a feeling of panic crept into his body.

'I… I don't understand,' he said softly, 'you're scaring me, love, why are you asking all these questions?'

'Tell me who you are,' you whispered, fighting your own emotions as you watched Sihtric slowly spiral in front of you.

'I'm… I'm Sihtric,' he shrugged, not understanding what was going on with you, 'it's me, darling.'

'How did we meet?'

'What?'

'How did we meet, Sihtric?'

'We… we met almost half a year ago,' he said, doubt painting his face, 'at the… at the Halloween fair.'

'At the fair,' you repeated, 'and then what happened?'

'Uhtred and Gisela set us up. We connected right away and it felt like we've known each other forever,' he smiled and lightly touched your cheek, 'which we have, my darkness, I'm sure of it.'

You swallowed hard and took a step back, colliding into the table behind you and you had to compose yourself again. Sihtric looked at you with pain and confusion in his eyes after you backed away from him, his wild eyes darting all over you while tears blurred his sight.

'Go on,' you said.

'I… I took you on a date,' his voice trembled, 'we went on a date, sweet thing, don't you remember? I took you… I took you ghost hunting, out in the woods, at the old Willow house.'

'The Willow house?' you asked bewildered, 'Sihtric-'

'We were attacked, which turned out to be another trick from Skade,' he talked over you, 'I told you I had been there before and made recordings and that nothing ever attacked me before.'

'Recordings?'

'Yes, I told you I'd show you the ghost recordings I made.'

'And did you show me?'

'What? Don't be so silly, my love,' Sihtric said, 'you know we never got to it because of everything else that happened. But I have them… I… I have them in my library. But after that attack we went to your home,' he took your hands and sniffled, 'and… and we kissed and we made love.'

'Made love?'

'Yes,' he whispered and cupped your cheeks, then leaned his forehead against yours, 'we made so much love, my angel. Whenever we could, because we were so in love. And aren't we still?' he murmured against your lips, 'aren't we?'

You opened your mouth to speak but Sihtric kissed you again while tears prickled in your eyes, and it took all your strength to push him away once again.

'Stop this. You have to stop this. You know we can't… you can't kiss me like that,' you whispered, 'you'll end up restrained again.'

'But I like it when you restrain me, sweet thing,' he smiled slyly, 'you know I like it.'

He leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him. 

'Don't,' you said, 'why do you always get like this when the Moon is full.'

'Like what?' he wondered.

'Sihtric…'

'What, my love? Like what?'

'So caught up in your head.'

'What?' Sihtric looked at you, his eyes desperate for an answer that would make him understand why you were being so cold and distant. 

'Sweetheart,' you whispered, 'tell me again, where do you think you are?'

'Home,' he said, clearly becoming agitated with your endless confusing questions. 

'Sihtric, look around,' you said calmly, 'is this your home?'

You watched him look away from you and around the room you were in. His eyes grew bigger with each passing second and you heard his breathing become unsteady. Sihtric took in the bright white walls he was in between, which were so bright in the hard led lights that it hurt his mismatched eyes. He noticed how the white walls were completely empty, apart from one mirror which was completely painted black, and the room was just as empty as the walls. He only had a single person bed, one cabinet and a table with two chairs. The windows were closed and barred with iron on the outside, and his bed had wrist and ankle restraints attached to them, but those clearly weren't for pleasure. And he began to panic.

'W-where are we?'

'I'm sorry,' you said, 'but this is not your home, Sihtric. Not your real home at least.'

Sihtric stared at you in silence, then at his clothes, white jeans and a white shirt, and then he finally snapped as he suddenly recognised his attire.

'What do you mean!?' he shouted.

'Don't raise your voice!' you hissed and stepped towards him, 'don't shout, please, they will hear you.'

'Who!?' he shouted, 'who will hear me?!'

'The other patients,' you said as quietly as possible, 'and when the patients can hear you, the guards can hear you too-'

'Guards? What g-'

'Shh!' you took his wrists carefully, 'be quiet, or they will restrain you again.'

'What? No! No, you restrained me last night. You did!'

'Be quiet!' you urged him, 'I did not restrain you, the guards did after you freaked out in the shared living room. You were shouting in Latin towards the old fire place, at nothing. Sihtric,' you shook him, 'you are not home. Don't you get it?'

'Get what?'

'You're at the Willow house.'

'What? No, no that's impossible,' Sihtric scoffed, 'that place is haunted. We've… we've been there, we walked the hallways together, don't you remember?' he broke and began to cry, 'why don't you remember us?'

'Listen to me,' you said and took his face, 'you are at the Willow house. Yes, we walked through these hallways together. We really did. But, Sihtric,' you held back a sob, 'we never went ghost hunting. The Willow house is a psychiatric hospital, and you are a patient. You've been committed here years ago by your ex-wife. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry,' you said as you could tell he was falling apart on the inside now that it began to dawn on him, 'I've been your doctor since October.'

'No… no,' Sihtric cried, 'but we… we kissed… we...'

'We did. You kissed me when we met and claimed you've been looking for me everywhere your whole life. You're not supposed to touch me, and that first kiss led you to be locked in the basement, chained to the wall. That is not allowed, and I'm sorry it happened but I can't stop the shady shit that goes on in this place.'

'Stop it,' he said and raked his hand through his hair, pulling his curls as he felt his sanity leave his body, 'stop it, stop it! You lie! This isn't funny-'

'I'm not lying.'

'I'm not crazy,' Sihtric hissed through his teeth.

'I never said you were,' you said calmly.

'I'm not fucking crazy! Don't lie to me!' he shouted.

'Please, please stay calm,' you urged him again, 'I don't want them to drag you down to the basement again, please, you already have been bruised there last night.'

'We're supposed to be together!' his voice started to sound hoarse while you desperately tried to keep him quiet.

'Don't do this to yourself, please,' you looked back over your shoulder, hearing the heavy boots of the guards stomping down the hall, 'Sihtric,' you said and took his face, then planted your lips on his as you had no idea when you would see him again. 'I always believed you,' you whispered, lips still touching as you both cried, 'you are not crazy. I know you're not, but the medication you've been forced to take is messing you up. I am trying everything I can to get you off them, I know you don't belong here. And yes, I do love you and I am in love with you. I fell in love with you from the second I saw you. But you're scaring me, because I never know when you are really here or when you're living in your fantasy life. I love you, Sihtric, I love you and you are not crazy, I promise.'

He kissed you again, hard, and then stared at you with piercing eyes.

'Then get me the fuck out of here!' Sihtric snarled, and then pretended to trip backwards over his own feet, falling on the floor while you stepped back as the guards stormed in the room.

You cried as you watched the guards punch Sihtric in the face, assuming he had attacked you and scared you. They pinned him harshly down onto the white floor, only to pick him up and drag him out of the room, down to the basement where they'd use medieval restraining tactics that were not allowed anymore. 

But who was going to believe a guy who claimed he was the descendant of a vampire over a bunch of guards in a mental hospital?

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Rafe with a breeding kink, soft dom Rafe, heavyset reader (they have low self esteem ?) and Rafe just wants to show her she’s beautiful no matter what size she is?! If not that’s okay, I’m obsessed with your reading !

Warnings: breeding kink, dom!rafe, talk of self-hate, smut, language, name calling, unprotected sex, choking kink, hair pulling kink, biting

A/n: thank you so much! I love hearing all the things you guys say about my writing, warms my heart 🫶 That being said.. I’m gonna be posting a little blurb today with some smut in it 😉 make sure to check it out, and keep these requests coming!

“Rafe- I- I just don’t feel sexy. I feel gross, and I don’t want you to see me naked” you were currently sitting on the bed wearing a towel.

“Baby. Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. Your gorgeous!” Rafe was kneeling between your legs and he cupped your face as he spoke to you.

He wiped your tears with the pads of his thumb “I think I need to show you just how beautiful I think you are..” he kissed you and while you were distracted he peeled the towel off your body. He slammed you back into the bed all while keeping his lips connected to yours.

He hovered over you, his bare chest nudging your nipples and turning them rock solid, his member was hardened and pressing against his sweats and to your core.

“Rafe” you huffed out in between kisses. His hand wrapped around your throat, gently, “sh, tonight’s about you” he went back to kissing you. His hand gripped your throat a little harsher and you moaned, which he swallowed with his kisses.

“Now I think you may have been a bad girl.. talking down on yourself. Tsk tsk tsk, I need to punish you” he whispered against your lips as his forehead rested on yours and his eyes grew itch lust.

“Ra-“ he shut you up by gripping your throat a little rougher, causing a gasp to escape your lips.

“I told you to be quiet, did I not?” He asked as he cocked an eyebrow at you. You knew better then to speak, you nodded your head and he quickly had to hide his smile.

Rafe always tried to be dominate in bed, and it would work, but he had a soft spot for you and would always end up going a little softer on you.

“Good girl” he said releasing your throat he stood up and took off his sweats, he never bothered wearing boxers so his cock sprung up as soon as he pulled the material down.

You couldn’t help the wetness pooling the sheets below you, all thoughts of earlier gone.

“Now lay back and grab the back of your knees, pull them up. There you go, nice and spread out for me” he said as he watched you obey orders and softly stroked his cock.

“Fuck, your so sexy” he mumbled as he walked over to you and teasingly swiped your clit

Your back arched at the contact and wiggled around.

“Don’t make me tie you up” he warned, but that threat just got you wetter.

“Oh you like that” he mocked you as he rubbed your clit

“Dirty little slut, you like the idea of being tied up and fucked?” He said rubbing faster now.

“Rafe!” You moaned out as your orgasm was approaching.

He removed his hand and smacked your pussy, gently, but enough to make you hiss out. “Oh I’m sorry baby, did that hurt?” He quickly stopped his act and rushed to your side.

“No Rafe, I liked it” you said smirking at him. He grinned and got back to work.

He did it once again and you moaned. “I told you I’d punish you” he said “now keep holding yourself nice and spread out for me”

He got to his knees and you felt his breath against your inner thighs, automatically your body covered in goosebumps. “Such a pretty pussy” Rafe spiked to himself.

You obeyed him and held your thighs up as his tongue farted out and licked a strip of your arousal, swirling his tongue on your clit and wrapping his lips around it, sucking and flicking.

You moaned out as you threw your head back and gripped the skin of your legs tighter, trying not to wiggle or move around. “Rafe! Fuck!” You moaned as you reached the edge of release.

He pulled back and whipped his mouth, licking his lips. “Rafe! Fu- why?” You whined.

As you whined he stood up and aligned himself to your entrance and pushed in “oh!” You moaned as you left your legs fall and wrapped around him.

“Fuck” he gritted out as he bottomed out and started thrusting at a fast speed.

He leaned down and propped himself on his elbows so he could be face to face with you.

His hips moving at a sensual pace, he rested his forehead on yours and looked into your eyes.

“I love you. You’re perfect, you’re beautiful and I love you” he kissed you “I don’t ever want to hear you talking bad about yourself, you’re mine and I love you baby” he twisted his hips in a way that made you moaned out in a cry as pleasure washed over you, his sweet words adding to it.

“Fuck rafe, I love you too.”

“Where do you want me baby?”

“Shit-“ you wrapped your legs around his butt and pushed him further in “in me”

He lifted his eyebrow as he grinned. “You want a baby y/n? Want me to fill that pretty belly of yours with my cum, make you a mommy?” He asked as his thrusts became harsher.

“Y-y-yes!” You screamed out as your orgasm washed over you “oh fuck!” Rafe followed right after you

You felt his cum leak down the sides of your thighs as he slowed down his thrusts. “I’m not moving until your womb sucks up every last drop, and then I’m gonna fuck you again”

@f4ll-for-you @v21sstuff @rafeysworldim19 @baby19sthings @eventualoptimism

[oxpogues4lifexo]

My argument for Rafe Cameron

I’d like to just point out how throughout the whole of season 1 Rafe was a somewhat reasonable, respectable kid.

The episode ‘Midsummers’ for instance, when Topper gets upset over Sarah in the beginning and he tries cheering him up. He couldve pushed it off or laughed at him like you’d expect him to but he doesn’t.

Again later in the episode when he’s chasing JJ inside, he apologises for running into a woman. The subtitles I’m pretty sure say it was Kelce but from the voice alone it clearly wasn’t. Netflix does that a lot with the subtitles I’ve noticed.

Also when you look at the show itself from both sides, the Pogues are close to being as bad as the Kooks in a way. They’re all just defending their own side of the island. With JJ and his gun in the first episode protecting his friend, John B. And Rafe in another when he hits pope with the golf club, he was protecting Topper from what he wasn’t there to do the day of the gun incident. (I am in no way saying pope deserved it because he didn’t and that scene makes me cry, I just like seeing everything from both perspectives) like as he mentioned when working out, that he thinks them pointing a gun to toppers head was unreasonable and should have a consequence. To him that was his way of helping a friend.

Just because the Kooks did worse and more bad things, doesn’t mean the Pogues aren’t in themselves just as bad. To them, the gold was theirs, they had been searching for it for years (well Big John - ‘the Pogues’) and so it belonged to them. But then on the other hand, Rafe thought it was his and Wards because he never knew the Pogues were looking for it as he only found out through Wards side of the story. Hence why he thinks the cross should be his later on in season 2 and 3.

Rafe had no connection to the gold (technically) in season 1 as his only role in the show at the time was basically preventing the Pogues from finding it for reasons outside of that like Sarah joining the Pogues, JJ and the gun incident etc.

Season 2 all he’s doing is protecting what Ward had told him was theirs. To Rafe the cross belonged to Ward first and with the whole Peterkin incident, he needed a focus point. Thats why he attached himself to the cross as he saw it as a way to save himself. And a way to get closer to Ward which is obviously shown when Ward says to Sarah (infront of Rafe may I add??) that he’d pick her over Rafe despite everything he’d done for him previous to that. Like shoot peterkin and steal the cross back.

Also when he asks Sarah to stop and just stay with him after they thought that Ward had died. He just needed someone with him. He wanted to basically call a ‘truce’ in some way I guess. If she had stayed with him maybe they would’ve sided together earlier on? Maybe just my delulu brain working.

Season 3 he (controversially, this is very arguable I know this is just my opinion) genuinely wanted to help Kiara. He had no reason to help her, she wanted nothing to do with him through any of the seasons, her friends got him in prison and ‘killed his dad’ according to him, so why would he have any reason to help her other than the simple fact of, he wanted to. He cares more than he lets on we know that from the Sofia scenes. But I also agree with the argument that Kiara had no reason to let him help her too. Like I get why she pushed him off the boat, he ruined all their lives pretty much. But the intention of helping her was there and when she ran off to take a photo of the map, he waited for her, he could’ve run off and left her there again but no he didn’t.

I’m not defending Rafes actions and in NO WAY am I an expert in psychology and all that stuff this is simply completely and utterly an opinion based post and I hope people can relate? Idk enjoy! 😘

I like seeing things from every point of view, it makes watching the show a lot more interesting when you don’t take sides yk! 🩷

[sammysmaddy]

Normal (Winchesters x Reader) - Part Four

Summary: Growing up as the baby of the Winchester family led you to be constantly guarded. Soon enough, you start to learn what's normal between families and what's not.

Characters: John x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Sister!Reader, OFC!Shauna x Dean, OFC!Sophia x Reader

Warnings: incest, sistercest, daughtercest, girls kissing girls, angry!/drunk!john, needy!Dean, drugs, alcohol, angst, hair pulling (more like physical abuse), Daddy kink I guess, a bit of degradation, manipulation, crying, praise kink, oral

W/C: 5.9k+

A/N: Merry Christmas to my followers who celebrate! Happy Holidays to everyone and I hope to be posting more!

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With John recently deciding that Sam was old enough to go on larger hunts with him, that meant much more time with Dean. They were off again after John came home after a few hours because he had decided that he needed to make things right with Sam. 

John had finally realized that it wasn't his or Sam's fault that Sam got hurt, but John just reacted that way because he didn't like to see any of his children busted up. 

You, being stuck at home with Dean, had been eating a lot of pizza, drinking a lot of beer, and waking up in his arms every morning. Things seemed normal again, Dean acted like he hadn't done anything, and you spent many hours out of the day thinking about how to bring it up with him. 

What if he didn't bring it up because it was a one-time thing and he was drunk? What if he didn't have those kinds of feelings for you?  It hurt for you to think that way, but you needed to be prepared in case he didn't see you the same way that you saw him. 

Plus, maybe he didn't even know what you were capable of. Maybe he didn't know that you had done sexual things before and that you weren't innocent. 

It was a Friday night in a random city in Wisconsin, your family seemed to go there a lot for hunts, and it was disgustingly cold outside. Still, it was your idea when you said you wanted to go to a party. 

You weren't exactly a people person and Dean was the only one who would entertain the idea of going out and being social, so you knew when John and Sam left earlier this week that this would be your opportunity. 

This time though, you came prepared. You planned on making your own drinks, staying away from trouble, and focusing on having a good time. 

Though the last party was fun because you talked about random books and old movies that would bore any regular human, things went downhill before you even knew it. This time, you were determined to do it right.

Things were already turning out much better, with no Jordan's anywhere to be seen. The party was much less dark and colorful than the last because people seemed to be more focused on being able to talk rather than dance. This party setting made you feel much more comfortable. 

Maybe it had to do with the fact that there were more clouds of marijuana than red solo cups filled with vodka, but it didn't matter- you were happy. The only bad thing about the atmosphere was the smell itself, John nor your brothers had ever shown an interest in it so it was a little bit offensive to your palette. 

It was good to get a change of pace. The music wasn't playing so loud that you had to yell in order to have a conversation, you didn't get weird looks every time you brushed past someone, and above all, everyone seemed to be happy. Except Dean. 

Dean hardly left your side, still causally flirting with any woman in close proximity, but he wouldn't leave you alone for more than two minutes at a time. 

The women were different here, more sophisticated and graceful, and while Dean tried his best, he just couldn't connect with them like usual. You wondered if Dean was scared that he was losing his spark, the idea delightfully playing around in your mind, but Dean kept trying- one girl after another after another. 

It was a delicacy to watch, having to see Dean try so hard when really people here only seemed to be attracted by intelligence. He had never had to try hard at anything in his life, school- he didn't care about, hunting- naturally talented, girls- easy, it was strangely satisfying. 

For someone with such a strong God complex, Dean should be having dazed girls lined down the hall just to hear him talk about himself. You almost felt guilty watching Dean struggle so hard. Half of the time he couldn't keep up with the random philosophical conversations anyway, but it was fun watching him bullshit his way through before ultimately becoming disinterested. 

That's why when Shauna, a beautiful curly-haired brunette, came around and offered Dean some attention, you finally felt him peel away from your side. You saw the light in his eyes that had been dimming throughout the night brighten, and you slowly faded into the background as he worked his magic. 

Now, it was time to focus on yourself. You smiled at people who smiled at you as you made your way to the kitchen, making yourself a drink to keep the happy buzz coursing through your veins. 

The red solo cup in your hand felt whole again, filled to the brim with very diluted alcohol so that you could keep your cool, and things seemed to be turning out great for both you and Dean. 

Although you still had to go out and talk to people- something you're not extremely experienced with, you were excited to. 

You had met a handful of people in your life, most, if not all, were disposable and never seen again, but you never really had any true friends. Sam was your best friend, of course, but you knew it wasn't really the same. 

You didn't even really know where to begin. Some people seemed too entranced by their partners, some smiled down at their phones, and some just had resting bitch face on full display. 

It began to feel a little lonely, your eyes occasionally glancing at Dean across the room, but you tried your best just to enjoy the time out of the motel. And even though you were alone in your head, you were most certainly not truly alone. 

You were content, happy to see other people being happy regardless of whether or not it was with you. This was what life was like without constant intrusion from your family and it granted you a sort of freedom, a freedom you hadn't realized you craved until tonight. 

When you and Sam were young, you would often dream of a life out of a motel. With Mary dying on your six-month birthday and John going insane trying to avenge her death, the only thing you and Sam had, apart from Dean, was imagination. 

You used to dream of one day growing old and staying best friends with Sam until you died, moving to Hawaii or back 'home' to Kansas, or maybe even getting a real job someday. 

The both of you understood that it didn't exactly sound glamorous, like becoming famous or having tons of money, but anything beat the Hunter's life. It was a dead-end road, full of misery and hatred for every living thing on Earth, and a part of you thanked John for keeping you away from it as much as possible.

But you couldn't help but feel stuck. What else to life was there other than living in motels and killing bad guys? You wouldn't know, much less ever get the chance to figure it out. 

But, you were far from unhappy. You were surrounded by people you loved and while times would get rough, John would get drunk, the credit cards would fail at the restaurants, or one of the boys would come home wounded, you all made it work. 

You had an unbreakable bond with Sam, a wild side that Dean helped to bring out, and an undying loyalty for family because of John. Things could always be much worse than they are. 

"You know, for someone watching your boyfriend with another girl, you don't seem to be too upset," A random voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Your head turned to look at the girl standing next to you, she reached out her hand to greet you, "Sophia."

"Y/N," You greeted back, shaking her soft but firm hand. 

It took you a little longer to respond, she had beautiful feminine features but she was assertive and reminded you of John. You almost felt bad for trying to read her like a book, there was such a strange energy that surrounded her. 

"A fan of voyeurism, are we?" Sophia chuckled, giving you a small smirk, and your eyebrows raised.

"Of what?" You asked and she laughed a little louder. "I'm sorry, I don't know what that is." You laughed lightly, trying to understand the strange word, and she gave you a teeth-filled smile.

"Don't worry about it, sweetheart. That is your boyfriend, right?" She asked with her eyebrow raised, a concerned, but cocky, look on her face.

"No, he's not my boyfriend," You blushed at the question and she gave you a small smile.

"Well, you seem to like him a lot. Maybe you should just ask him out sometime." She encouraged, nudging you with her elbow lightly. 

"It's really not like that," You laughed awkwardly and she raised her eyebrows up and down to say that she wasn't a firm believer in your statement. 

"Right, it's not like you're practically eye-fucking him while he talks to my girlfriend Shauna." She scoffed and you tilted your head. 

You were just happy that Dean was happy, no eye-fucking involved. 

"She's your friend? She's really pretty," You told her and she shook her head.

"Girlfriend. Open relationship, I kind of figured that's how you guys were too. I mean, he's barely left your side the entire night." She corrected, pointing out why she had her assumptions. 

You frowned, are you supposed to be upset that Dean's with another girl? Are you supposed to be feeling jealous that it's not you? 

"Are you ever jealous?" You asked out of curiosity, the idea of an 'open relationship' new to your mind. 

It was strange at first glance, but the more thought that was put in, the more it was intriguing. Not that you had an official partner in the first place. 

"Not really. She picks out the scumbags, no offense, fucks them, and then comes home to tell me all about it," She tells you honestly, a smile plastered on her face. 

She reminds you of Sam, he always loved hearing about the aftermath of your night out with John. 

"Plus, she's usually unsatisfied and girls do it much better." She added in a whisper, a smooth wink following behind. 

"I'm sure they do," You replied, fighting back a blush that you quickly deduced and blamed on alcohol. 

"You ever been with a girl, Y/N?" Sophia asked, licking her lips as the question concluded and you found yourself staring. 

"No, um, I've never really thought about it," You said, almost stuttering your way through. 

Surely the alcohol had to do with the way you were feeling, but all-in-all, she was attractive and there was no denying it. You'd seen girl-on-girl porn, almost a preferable choice because they always seemed to enjoy themselves a little bit more, but it wasn't ever something that crossed your mind. 

Now, there was an undeniably hot girl in front of you talking about sexuality, it was all a little confusing. 

"I'm not a psychic, but something tells me you're curious," She smirked, and your mouth opened to reply but nothing came out. 

Sophia's hands landed on the collar of your jacket, straightening it, which made your breath hitch in the back of your throat. 

"Relax, I'm not gonna bite unless you want me to," She chuckled and you began to realize that your knuckles were turning white from holding your hands together so tightly.

You didn't know whether you wanted Dean to look over at you when she planted her mouth on yours or not. Her lips were much softer and fuller than either John's or Sam's and she tasted much sweeter too, it was a nice change of pace. 

She was much more pushy than what you were used to, guiding the pace and expecting you to match, and it wasn't long until the thoughts started to flood your mind. 

Would Dean look over and notice? Would he be upset? Would he be excited? Would he even care? You wanted him to. 

If you were supposed to be jealous that he was with another girl, you wanted him to be jealous that you were too. 

Sophia's chin was smooth with no traces of stubble like you normally felt. Her hands were soft as they cupped your cheek, her teeth nibbled at your bottom lip in the softest way possible, and her smell- God, she smelt so good. 

It was much different than the 3-in-1 body wash that the boys used because she smelt like she actually took care of herself. She smelled of flowers, but not like the old-lady type of perfume, she smelled soft and delicate and that was the only thing you could think of. 

Sophia's fingernails lightly scraped against your cheeks when they made their way into your hair, and when you gasped she smiled into your mouth. It was evident that she knew what she was doing and you didn't think twice about letting her... whatever it led up to. 

Maybe it was the thrill of being seen by Dean or the fact that it was new and exciting. Feeling soft and delicate fingers roaming through your hair was something you could get used to. Or maybe it was the alcohol, you weren't exactly sober- but you were still in the right mind to make good decisions, even if you were more inclined to try new things. 

You had never been with a girl, you had never even really had friends that were girls. You weren't sure if you wanted to be her, envied that she had such confidence and charisma, or if you were actually attracted to her. She was beautiful and if you really took the time to think about it- the wetness growing in between your legs answered your question. 

It wasn't long before you got lost in her trance, the quiet music almost seemed silent as you could only hear her lips moving with yours. The lights seemed to dim as your eyes stayed closed because all you did was focus on her. 

Then, everything was moving so fast, one second you were in the middle of someone's living room and then you were pressed against the wall in the hallway. Your head was spinning and your neck craned upwards to kiss the lips attacking yours and when you heard him growl into your mouth, that's when you knew he had been watching for quite some time.

Dean had his hands lightly wrapped around the sides of your neck, pulling you closer to him but still pinning you against the wall with his body. Your hands gripped onto his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible, and the thoughts of Sophia quickly faded into nothing. 

Dean was hungry for you, moving his lips as if he were attempting to tear them off, kissing all over your neck and not caring about whether he left marks, pushing into your body so hard that you could barely breathe.

His tongue was all over the place, your cheeks, your lips, your neck, your collarbone, your chest, and you wanted to feel it everywhere. His teeth nipped anywhere his lips went, leaving you a whimpering mess as you let him do whatever he pleased.

When Dean's lips reconnected with yours, you could taste the whiskey in his breath and smell the cologne he had doused himself in before you left the motel. Kissing him made you feel even more tipsy than before. He was more needy than Sam ever was, more attentive than John, and he seemed to be a perfect combination of all of their best qualities. 

"This is wrong," Dean whispered into your mouth, but before you could question why he was all over you again. 

Dean's hands trailed down your body as yours found their place in his hair, gripping lightly and pulling him in closer as he moaned into your mouth. There were practically no breaks in between each kiss, leaving the both of you panting, but neither of you seemed to care. 

Dean took a step back, gripping tightly onto your waist as he pulled you closer to him and you could no longer feel the warm wall against your back. 

He hadn't said any other words to you, but his actions were more than enough to tell you what he really wanted. You knew that Dean was bold, but you figured that there would be some sort of build-up for the two of you. Maybe some innocent flirting that would progress into sexual innuendos directed at one another, maybe some touching brushed off as accidental, that's what he always did with his hook-ups. 

With you it was different, he skipped all of the formalities and went straight into the good part, and you didn't mind whatsoever.

But, as the touching progressed into squeezing and digging his fingers into your skin, your mind wandered to other places. Why did he say it was wrong? Were you not good enough for him? He was all over you, that couldn't be true. Was he drunk? Was that the reason that kissing you was wrong? 

Maybe he meant that you were wrong for each other, John always said that this stuff shouldn't happen with anyone else. He always said that nobody could ever love you enough to touch you the way that he did. But you loved Dean and you knew that he loved you, why was he not good enough? Why was it wrong?

You hadn't even noticed someone was talking to the both of you until he pulled his lips back to mutter an answer, "I'm busy, man. Get out of here." Dean said aloud and before you had the chance to look over, his lips were on yours again and his body was pressed against you. 

"Dean, what the hell are you doing? Are you even listening?" That you heard. 

This time, the voice was easily recognizable, it was Sammy. Your cheeks flushed red when Dean pulled back, his eyes were wide and filled with dread to which you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head, asking yourself why. 

"Sam, look, I- It's not what it looks like," Dean struggled to get out, letting his hands loosen around your waist and raise in the air in defense. 

It was easy to tell that Dean had no idea that Sam wouldn't mind and that he was most likely trying to come up with a viable explanation for kissing you. You backed up a little, giving Sam a small smile when he looked at you, indicating that you were right about Dean.

"Dude, I'm not- um, it's just that Dad's outside and he's threatening to call the cops and we got to go," Sam replied hastily.

You smiled to yourself, knowing that Sam was most likely fighting his own arousal, but then you frowned at the thought of John. Outside. Waiting. Knowing that you were here. A party. With drugs and alcohol. 

John was not going to be very happy with you and you felt your face growing pale with anxiety. 

"Let's go, Y/N," Dean said gruffly, grabbing your arm tightly and dragging you through the small crowd. 

You fought Dean's grip a little, dreading the thought of John being upset with you, but you let him lead you toward the front. Your head was still spinning, trying to understand how you were watching Dean with Shauna, having a conversation with Sophia, which led up to making out with her. Then you were pressed against the wall by your big brother, and now your twin was leading you outside to see your, most likely, very angry father. 

When the cold, crisp air nearly froze your lungs as you stepped outside, you saw John waiting for the three of you. John was pissed, he was clenching his fists as he advanced towards all of you. 

You expected him to grab you by the hair, drag you to the car, and not even let you explain yourself, but he went straight for Dean. 

"What the hell were you thinking, son?!" John practically screamed, grabbing fistfuls of Dean's leather jacket. 

"Dad, I-I go to parties all of the time, I don't understand," Dean gulped so hard that you could see his Adam's apple gliding up and down his throat. He was nervous, stuttering, and grabbing onto John's wrists to stop him from doing anything more than grabbing his jacket. 

"Not with Y/N. Do you understand me?" John growled, letting go of the jacket and roughly pushing Dean back. 

Dean stumbled, barely keeping himself standing, and you could see Dean's eyes that were filled with fear. The same expression appeared on your face when John turned his body in your direction. 

"Get in the truck, I need to talk to you," John demanded, pointing his shaking finger toward you. 

You gulped, much like Dean, and nodded your head, deciding that there was no point in protesting. 

"Sammy, drive Dean home. No but's, Dean. Obviously, you aren't capable of good decisions, why should I let you drive my car?" John said and you turned around so quickly that you didn't have time to wait around to watch Dean's reaction.

Your feet scrambled towards the truck. When you began to climb in, you turned to close the door but John slammed it behind you, making you jump in your seat. Your eyes found the phone that was lit up on the middle seat, showing your exact location and you knew that was definitely how he found you. 

Then you saw the empty bottle of whiskey and you knew it wasn't Sam's, John was drunk... again, which wasn't surprising. 

You decided to look straight ahead and try your best to avoid his gaze, but you knew that something needed to be said to de-escalate your father.

"Daddy, I-" You began before being cut off immediately.

"Shut it. How long have you been partying?" John's voice boomed through the cab of the car. 

You shook your head, tears freely falling down your cheeks. You hated when he was angry with you, it was the worst feeling in the world. 

"I'm sorry. I convinced Dean to take me with him," You told him in a choked sob, scared of how he might react. 

John furrowed his eyebrows, reaching over and gripping your chin tightly in between his fingers, the new pressure causing you to wince. 

"Did you smoke tonight? You smell like you did," He asked through grit teeth and your head shook side to side as best as it could. "Did you drink?" He questioned again and you nodded your head cautiously. 

You couldn't lie to him, your head was spinning. 

"Are you fucking stupid, Y/N? Where was Dean?" John growled, letting go of your chin and your head felt weak. 

"He was- He was with me the entire time," You struggled to get out yet again, and his jaw tensed. Your eyes traveled to his jaw, looking back up into eyes that were nearly black.

"You're lying to me. I don't like liars, Y/N," He said callously and you shook your head in defiance, he was with you for the most part- that isn't lying. 

"Daddy, I'm not lying, I swear," You cried, feeling his hand in your hair as it lifted your chin toward the ceiling. His rough, calloused fingers traced over your neck, an unappreciative grunt leaving his throat.

"Who did this to you?" He growled, pinching the skin at your neck and you could feel yourself panicking. 

You couldn't tell him it was Dean, he would literally kill your older brother if he knew. 

"Answer me." He demanded, pinching harder and making you whimper in pain. 

"A- A girl. It was a girl," You told him, the only person you could think of being Sophia. 

Your eyes stayed focused on the ceiling as you felt his grip on your hair loosen, eyebrows creasing as you heard him chuckle deeply. It was the most terrifying laugh you had ever heard.

"A girl?" John asked, his breath hitting right behind your ear as he moved closer to you. 

The whiskey in his breath was prominent, but it was so normal that it almost felt refreshing. You whimpered when he tugged on your hair again, resting his left hand on your thigh. 

"When will you realize that you're mine, hm?" His intense growl made your breath hitch, sending shivers down your spine. "Nobody can touch you, do you understand me? I'm the only one who loves you enough, baby." He said in a softer tone, using the hand resting on your thigh to pull your legs apart from one another. 

"I know," You croaked, feeling the way his fingers were rubbing circles on top of your jeans.

John's hand trailed higher, gripping tightly onto your inner thigh, "Did she touch you there, princess?" He whispered, stopping just before your heat and you felt the wetness growing in between your legs. 

"No, Daddy," You answered solidly and he chuckled deeply into your ear. His hand lingered there and you moved around a bit to feel something.

"But you kissed her?" He asked, hand gripping tightly onto your thigh, and you nodded your head. "Did you want her to touch you there?" He asked, almost teasingly as his fingers magically inched up higher. 

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry," You told him, sudden guilt filling your stomach. 

You knew that he was the only one who loved you enough. You weren't supposed to do those kinds of things with people you didn't love. But Dean did it all the time. What made you different? Maybe he just didn't want you to- maybe this was just as wrong as kissing Dean. 

"It's okay, baby, but it can't happen again. You promise?" John asked, pressing a sloppy kiss into your neck. 

"I promise," You told him.

"What's wrong?" John asked, and at this point, you were squirming around in your seat. "Want me to touch you, hm?" He questioned again, ghosting his fingers above your heat through your jeans. Y

ou nodded your head, despite the tight hold he had on your hair. 

"Too bad. Bad girls don't get rewarded." John teased you, chuckling lowly as his hand left your thigh. 

You let out a whimper, needing now more than ever to be touched. 

"But, maybe you can make it up to me." He said, placing his lips just below your ear and nipping at the skin. 

You nodded your head, ready to do anything for him if it meant that you could get off tonight. 

"You know what to do, don't you, baby girl?" He asked, letting go of your hair and his hands came down and thumbed his jeans open. 

You gave him a small smile, letting your tears die down and dry on your cheeks, and turned towards him. He shifted his body so that his back was placed against the car door, pushing his jeans completely off, and placing one foot on the floor while the other stayed on the seat. 

Normally, this would happen in the back seat, but John seemed a little too eager tonight. You took your position, lying flat on your stomach, and propping yourself on your elbows as you looked up at him through your lashes. He swiped the hair out of your face, giving you a smile, and your fingernails dipped into the waistband of his boxers.

"Wait, baby," John stopped you, holding onto your hands that were about to pull down his boxers. "I wanna try something new, is that okay?" He asks and your brows furrowed, what haven't you learned by now? 

John shifted so that he was lying flat and you were sitting on top of him, not sure exactly what to do. 

"I want you to suck my cock while I eat you out." He said, pushing the jacket off of your shoulders. 

You wiggled it off, leaving your shirt on like he did, and his fingers came up and undid your jeans' button. 

"Daddy, I thought you said-" You began to say, feeling the guilt weighing in from doing something that he disapproved of.

"I know, baby, but you know I can't stay mad at you for very long," He cut you off, shh-ing you by pulling you by your neck and bringing you into a deep and passionate kiss. 

Your hips slid down his abdomen, your heat rubbing against his hard-on, making him moan into your mouth. His tongue explored and his teeth bit your bottom lip, extracting a moan of your own. 

As much as you loved kissing Dean tonight, or Sammy in the showers you took, John knew everything that you liked. He knew exactly how to get you going. 

"Daddy, I can't wait, I need you," You told him, desperately trying to get your release, edging yourself closer and closer as you rubbed against his erection. "I want to please you too." You compromised, knowing that he probably couldn't wait much longer either. 

"Alright, Y/N, take your clothes off," He broke the kiss, pulling at the hem of your T-shirt. 

You continued to sit on top of him, pulling your shirt over the top of your head and discarding it on the ground. A small moan left your lips when his hands came up to cup your breasts through your bra, kneading and massaging the delicate skin. 

John's hands reached around, undoing the clasp of your simple bra and guiding the fabric down your shoulders until it was on the ground. You dipped your head down to kiss him again, relishing the way your hard nipples feel against his chest, and using your hips to grind against him again. 

After a few, all too short, seconds you pulled up, working on getting your jeans off. John sat up, giving you space to do so, and discarded his own shirt, lying back down as you met him with your lips again. 

His hands roamed all over your backside, squeezing your ass and rutting his hips into you which made you gasp. He was fully hard and you could tell without having to look, he was just as desperate as you were to feel something. 

His hands slid down your waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake, pulling your panties down your thighs. He moaned into your mouth, presumably feeling your excitement, and helped you get your clothes off entirely. 

Then, he reached down and shimmied off his own boxers, continuing to kiss you as you felt his hardened cock against your core- wishing that he would give up his stupid wish of making it perfect and fuck you already, but you'll take what you can get. 

"Baby, turn around and let me taste you," John moaned into your mouth and you gave him one last peck before lifting up. 

If it were any other day, you would sit on his face as he gripped your hips, but he specifically said that he wanted his dick sucked while he ate you out- and only one position made sense. You situated yourself, both knees on either side of his head and your mouth just above his cock. 

You squealed when you felt his large hands pull you by your hips and guide you down to his face, the immediate lick on your clit almost enough to make you cum. You moaned as he began to attack you with his mouth and you took him in your hand, pumping him and rubbing your thumb over the precum that had already leaked out. 

John hummed into your clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking and nibbling at the nub that had been calling his name all night. 

You lowered your mouth, almost unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure he was giving you, and you wrapped your lips around the glistening tip of his cock. This made him moan more into your core, encouraging you to keep doing what you're doing, so you did. 

You swallowed him down as much as you could, your lips like a vacuum as you pulled up and felt him leave your mouth with a loud 'pop'. 

It was almost a tradition to start out that way, taking him once entirely before sucking him down over and over until you couldn't breathe anymore. You were close to gagging, so close to almost fitting him all the way in, as your head bobbed up and down on his cock. 

John was dipping his tongue inside of you, going back and forth between that and sucking your clit, occasionally making obscene noises as he kitten-licked your sweet spot over and over. 

"Fuck, Y/N, you taste so good," He muttered into you, almost inaudibly, before he dove into your heat again. The praise made you want to cum all over his tongue and paint him with your juices, but even more so- it made you want to please him. 

He was using his hands to spread you apart, licking the very depth of you and coercing the familiar pit in your stomach to grow. You continued to swallow him down, warm and wet sloshing noises filling up the cabin of the truck. 

You could feel him twitch in your mouth, indicating that he was getting close. At the same time, his hands were pulling you closer to his face, making you wonder how the hell he was breathing. It felt like a race to see who came first. 

At first, his hips slowly raised so that he filled your mouth perfectly, then, he started to go faster, fucking into your mouth as he held you down. Your lips stayed sealed around him, feeling the way he hit the back of your throat and threatened to make you gag around him.

You then gathered the courage to hold him down like he was holding you. His hips stayed glued to the seat as you held him down with your hands, sucking him down with more purpose than ever before. 

His tongue was working wonders on your clit, kissing, nibbling, and sucking, and the vibrations from his groans were making your orgasm much closer. He twitched in your mouth again and you didn't dare to go up for air, you were determined to win the race. 

Your hand worked whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth, your tongue focusing on the tip which made him cry into your heat. 

Soon enough, he was cumming white, hot, and salty into your mouth, pleasing you so much that you came on his tongue as you ground on his mouth. Your hips were stuttering and you were practically screaming around him, feeling as your legs shook around his head. You swallowed him down, collecting all of your gift, as he continued to attack your soaking slit.

After a few minutes, you were both completely out of breath, fully dressed in the front seat, and having your after-pleasure-make-out-session. You could taste yourself on his tongue and he could taste himself on yours. Everything was perfect. 

Maybe you should get in trouble more often. 

"Do you really think you're ready?" John asked breathlessly, pulling back from your lips and giving you a small smile. 

"I've been ready for a long time, Daddy," You gave him a smile in return, your cheeks blushing harder at the thought of finally going all the way.

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Going on a Riddler fanart break

I'm having a break from posting Riddler fanart to Tumblr. The backlog will still be posted on Cara and Instagram (both @ tbalderdash), and if the break is long enough for it to catch up I will post things made during the break on there before Tumblr. I will still be posting bird art here. I will still post fanart for other fandoms here if I make any (I am currently undecided about non-Riddler DC). The break will be for at least a month. I will probably come back when the OCD medication has kicked in for a bit. Thank you for all of the support on the last post. I don't want to take a break, but I have to for my mental health.

"Organised" ramble about reasoning (this is heavily influenced by neurodivergence/mental illness and I am not trying to sound like an entitled/ungrateful twat. I don't want to guilt trip anyone, please don't feel guilty):

The Timezone Curse: Tumblr has a reverse-chronological dashboard. I am British. I live earlier than the majority of the userbase. I have no idea what time to post things so they don't get buried. Recently I've tried to stop waiting for the exact right minute to post things, as it doesn't stop them from flopping.

Likes vs Reblogs, (and OCD?): I will preface this and say: a lot of this is my brain's fault. Since Likes don't do anything to spread things, my brain gets upset when things keep getting Liked without Reblogged. Unless it is from a bird fan on the fanart, better artist, or irl friend, Likes mean nothing to me. I know this is silly and irrational, but I can't help it and this is the main reason why my brain is suffering posting fanart. I hope medication will fix my feelings. Additionally, OCD brain keeps trying to find a reason: Am I dislikable? Is my art bad? Does it have no appeal? Is it aphobia? Did I do something cancellable without knowing and now everyone hates me? I (think I) know the answer is people just don't use this website that way, but my brain is never sure. This is why I don't have the problem on the other websites, every like helps the algorithm and actually means something in my brain

The combination of the Timezone Curse and lack of reblogs means my art often gets barely any reach (or reach my brain deems meaningful). I desperately want to feel like part of the Riddler fandom community. Unfortunately, due to Tumblr making me suffer (overwhelmed by compulsive need to scroll entire dash, repulsed aroace, and simple posts being able to make me ruminate unpleasantly for a long time) I find it very hard to follow new blogs or connect with people on this site. I love birds, but I need Riddler interaction. I can't look at much fandom on other sites, as they have barely any/no tag filtering, which means I will suffer if I look for him.

Why it's just fanart and not birds affected by this: I started off as a fanartist with no expectation to get big with birds, so I had a que sera sera attitude and I post them whenever they're ready, I didn't expect to get big. I am more fulfilled when it comes to the bird interest (more community interaction + every day can have different birds out there + people in my real life are interested in birds). Additionally, the bird art spreads a lot more (due to bird blogs reblogging). Bird art is my "job" art (it is where I plan to make money from) whereas Riddler is where my passion lies the most (I still love the birds but I have many other ways of interacting with them without needing art). This means I get more emotionally invested in the Riddler art than the bird art

Is art becoming a compulsion? This applies to the birds as well, but since they're "job art" it doesn't matter too much. I keep being worried about not posting enough Riddler art, and feelings of social media sometimes overshadow the joy of creating - I keep thinking about posting, rather than doing. I get too anxious to make art that is "unpostable" (eg: self-insert and him hugging), especially due to the fact I'm trying to get more professional. I feel like there's more I want to expand on this but it's been too long and I'm tired. This break might help me do more high-quality art instead of having to churn it out out of fear of everyone forgetting me.

Sorry for all the text. I don't know if I've explained everything very well but it's been an hour and usually if I post something after 8 it fails, which I don't usually want to worry about but it's a bit important for an announcement like this

[lawqual1ty]

Deaths Favor (Law x Fem! Reader)

Hey! This is my first time posting a one shot so... I hope you like it!

TW!: Mention of death, reader in a bad state, blood, weapons, use of violence, mention of organs (more specifically the heart)

Since she has been aware she had always been fascinated by death... Not in dying or stuff along the line but rather the complexity and the search of an understanding of it...

She even began working at a morgue at 17 although she had barely graduated and believed it wasn't for her, but my was she wrong...

Her weird fascination did not stop there however as it also transferred to her luck... For some reason death could never get a grasp of her

She had found herself in quite unfortunate situations in her day to day life but every single time there had been someone or something that saved her or aided her... No matter what it always happened, to the point her friends started teasing her about it.

Although she would soon learn it wasn't exactly luck...

Ten months ago she was teleported to the world of One Piece, much to her so called luck and now she found herself in middle of quite a complicated battle...

She was in the middle of a forest surrounded by several bounty hunters, some where strong others were well... They aided through numbers.

However it was she found herself greatly injured after a long intense fight 

"Maybe this is the time my luck abandons me..."

She thought as she looked at all of them, some of them where knocked unconscious but the majority stood straight in front of her...

"You've got nowhere else to run!" 

A bounty hunter yelled out at her as he laughed at her deplorable state, she looked at him blankly her bloodied up face shaped into an angry frown.

He raised his arms acting like he was intimidated by her angry gaze, obviously mocking her

"Ohoho god~ That's scary guys!" He said jokingly making the rest of them laugh "She's gonna kill us with her stare~"

They all laughed at her... She didn't listen at all, all she was thinking was one thing and one thing only...

...

"Will it be worth the cost...?"

In another place, Law suddenly flinched as he felt a shiver go through his entire body...

Someone else was here...

"Captain?" Bepo called for him as he noticed he was distracted once more

Was it her?

...it couldn't be right? 

But then... Why did he feel it so close by...?

He looked up at the sky while Bepo tried to call for him with clear concern...

"Bepo you're in charge..." Law finally spoke after a minute of silence shocking Bepo in the process.

"W-what?!"

Before Bepo could ask for more details Law vanished into thin air leaving a confused Bepo now in charge of the Polar Tang while he was gone.

...

He had a bad feeling...

She dropped to the floor kneeling down as she looked downwards, everyone ceased laughing for a moment before bursting into laughter once more. 

One of them stepped closer to her and kicked her in the face, she grunted in pain as she fell on her back unable to defend herself...

"Look at that she can't even move now!" 

They all burst out laughing, he stepped closer to her and laid his boot on her face with disgust, Her breath hitched in pain resulting in her biting her tongue.

"I don't know why the marines were searching for such a weak pirate..." The bounty hunter stated with clear anger and disgust, he swiftly raised his sword ready to decapitate her right then and there "But oh well, your bounty will be worth it..."

He lowered his sword getting close to her neck...

She burst her eyes open before yelling out

"DEATH JANGO!"

Before the sword touched her a large Shadow appeared and hit the bounty hunter throwing him away from her...

There was no way of regretting anything now...

Everyone stayed silent as they saw how she stood up once more heading to the guys throat pushing him onto the ground with great force...

She was now covered in a complete shadow making her look like she was undead, the large shadow from earlier connecting to her feet as if it was her own shadow. She landed softly next to the guy, much to the horror of the others. They tried to move but as she realized their presence she turned to look at them, making them freeze in horror... She smiled sadically at the sight

"Well would you look at that~"

She didn't intend on any of them leaving alive...

After what felt like an eternity, Law finally arrived where the fight had taken place

"She was here..." He said softly landing onto the ground...

What earlier was a forest now seemed like a morgue of some sorts... Most of the pirates were unconscious, laying on the ground, some of them in terrible conditions.

He walked around examining every single one of them as his eyes shone yellow with every single one he touched

 "Hmm...?" He hummed clearly amazed...

None of them were on the verge of his realms... She had held back, no wonder she had caught his attention.

He kept walking around finally finding the one responsible for all of it, she was still covered in shadow....and blood.

"Guess you still don't have full control..." 

As soon as he spoke she turned to look at him blankly, a blood thirst making her eyes shine red. She ran towards him heading straight for his head, he didn't budge...

In a swift movement he became mist and appeared behind her pinning her to the ground and revealing his true form...

The god of death

She tried setting free but she couldn't, it was like she had rigor mortis in some way

"You're closer to my realm than any of them..." He whispered softly as he held onto her, a glint of pain in his eyes. He raised his hand getting himself ready

"But don't worry..." He said softly "I won't let it happen just yet..." 

His hand then pierced through her chest, she passed out shortly after... He took his hand out of her chest revealing her heart in a tiny box

"After all I can't let the one I've been keeping for so long die just like this can I?"

He spoke softly... The shadow on her body slowly fading away as her heart started beating normally in between Law's hand

[loveandleases]

Lets switch it up 😏

How would the ROs react to finding out the MC had dirty dream about them? MC probably didn't tell them but they were able to connect the dots because they were acting weird or overheard it secondhand 😂🤷‍♀️

I was going to write this fluff, but then I got into Cam's head and it just wasn't an option anymore. I guess it's nsfw hour. So...my bad. Long post ahead.

❤️ Cam - After a rough day of shoots on set, Cam decides to take you to a bar for some drinks. You've tried to hide from his gaze all day because if anyone can pick up when you have something on your mind, it's Cameron Clarke.

Cam scoots over in the booth drink in hand, patting the seat beside him.

Before you can fully sit down he pulls you toward him, and makes you sit in his lap. He brushes the hair off the nape of your neck, placing a soft kiss at the base.

"You've been avoiding me," he whispers, against your ear. Spreading his legs wider so you can sit between his thighs. "You only blush like that when you're thinkin' something dirty. You had that dream again didn't you?"

You cover the gasp that escapes your mouth as you feel Cam begin to lift your shirt, his hand finding the button on your jeans and undoing it.

"Cam.."

"Don't worry, no one can see." he slides his hand down into the front of your pants.

💙 G - They've had a smirk on their face for the better part of an hour. Not even trying to hide it. You continue catching them staring at you.

"What?" you look at them, placing a hand on their desk as you peer down at them in the old desk chair.

"Last night, you were dreaming. I have to say the things you said to me were so vivid, love. I'm willing to let you do those things right here, if you're brave enough

Your eyes widen, "I was not dreaming about you!" you know it's a lie when you say it.

"Something about, what was it you said? Claiming me, is that how you put it?" They walk around the desk towards you.

G reaches out, placing a cool hand on your cheek. "Show me how I'm yours, and I promise you I'll never forget it. Never again."

That was all it took for you to begin to push them down to lay atop the desk.

💚 Kara - As you reach over to take the files off her desk she grabs your wrist. "I heard you mention something about a dream to Eliza earlier." She tilt's her head.

Of course, she heard Kara knows all the gossip in the office.

"It was nothing. Forget about it, we have to get these put away before everyone comes back from lunch." you motion toward the files in your hand, then to the filing cabinet.

"MC, you can't just tell Eliza and not expect me to hear about it. Besides, we're alone for another 30 minutes. Just think, we could make that dream a reality."

Kara backs you against the filing cabinet, swinging around her office badge by the string. She quirks a brow at you as she notices you looking at the badge.

She looks at you with such hunger. Before you know it, she has your hands tied behind your back, and the next thing you see is Kara sinking to her knees.

💛 M - After begging them for the past 20 minutes to look at their notes, they finally oblige. Trying to keep their gaze averted as you read through the passages.

Once you get to one page, you begin to blush. Thinking back to the dream you had the night prior. "I dreamt this."

They turn to you , their eyes wide as they look down to the page your holding, then back to you. "You did!? How accurate is it?"

Normally M would be head to toe read knowing MC was thinking this, but they're so invested in the scene they don't seem to notice your fidgeting as they lean so close to you.

You clear your throat, "Very accurate. I could...I mean, we could practice that if you want?", you turn your head, your cheeks burning from the blush creeping onto your face.

They try to voice something, swallow and try again. All you get from them is a quick nod as they dive towards you pressing you back against the couch.

💜 Isaac- "Get in the car." they say quickly as you make your way through the street.

"Wha.."

Before you can finish your questioning, Isaac opens the car and pulls you in with them. They waste no time claiming your lips, it's messy, needy.

"Isaac what're you.."

They interrupt you again, each kiss comes quicker than the next as they look out the window checking to see who can see.

"You've been rubbing against me all day, and every time I try to ask what's up you just turn red and walk the other way." they take your hand in theirs, placing a kiss onto your palm. "I heard you last night."

You stare at him for a few minutes until it clicks. The sex dream, shit you had hoped the moaning was just in the dream.

"Do you want me?" the words are quiet as if he is truly asking if you want him, not just in a sexual manner.

Isaac doesn't need to hear your confirmation, they know you do. Just with a look, they know you want them, for more than that.

🖤 Ardent - "Tell me."

"No, what I dream about is none of your business old man." you grin at him, he hates when you call him that. Especially when he's barely older than you.

He scoffs, holding each of your wrists in one hand he raises them up above your head as his thick thighs straddle you. "When you're saying my name like that, it's every bit my business. You tell me or else"

You attempt to slide your wrists free, but Ardent doesn't even budge. You know he pretends not to like when your bratty to him, but the way it riles him up does something to you. It makes you want to be that much more of a pain in his ass.

"Or else what, old man." the grin on your face is a dead give away you want this. If one thing makes Ardent rough, it's when you tease him.

"You know damn well what I do to brats" He pulls his belt from his jeans, wrapping it around your wrists. "spread your legs."

No one would believe just how giving Ardent Pine is, in fact you still have trouble believing it. "Make me."

The wolfish grin he gives you makes you squirm. Because you know exactly what's coming next.

[dingleberry-art]

Before I begin this I would like to clarify,

I am a minor (15) so please dont get too angry at me if this isnt correct or if i have a bad take

I have adhd and I am hyperfixated on good omens, have been for about 3? months, so i was (?) a Neil Gaiman fan.

Ok, now to actually start (sorry I haven't posted before I dont think? maybe once or twice). When I opened up tiktok earlier i thought I was getting pranked in a sick way, but nope, Neil Gaiman could possibly be a creep. Decided to hop on tumblr because a few people were saying it is going crazy, and they were right. The first thing I see when I look up his name is people shaming his fans.

I in NO WAY want to make this situation about the fans and "oh but only imagine how sad his fans feel", because if the allegations are true we would be glossing over the pain of his victims. But I do wish people would chill out on immediately dogging his fans.

First off, I had NO CLUE he was a zionist, and if I had i would have tried to separate art from artist as much as possible (i pirate GO tho so i think im good for now) But if a superfan like me didn't know this please be kinder to casual fans alike for just simply being uninformed.

Secondly, why are we hating on people for enjoying media? One of the top posts was about how "oh maybe dont make a whole piece of media ur entire personality", like ok sorry im neurodivergent😭

Basically what im trying to say: please be nicer to good omens fans rn, we DO CARE about the victims and a show that has saved some of our lives just happens to be connected to this situation. Obviously the focus should be on finding out the true story and supporting the victims, but please dont bully GO fans for being disappointed that their favorite show could possibly be canceled. I know it doesn't seem like the top priority to most people rn because it isnt, but it IS scary when you literally cried over a show taking 4 years to contine, then finding out it may not happen at all.

Lets focus on lifting up the victims vs bringing down the fans please

Im really sorry if any of this seems rude or mean im just a kid thats really passionate about a show and im sorry to the victims I hope things get sorted out.

thank you for reading!

[explosionshark]

Thoughts on Faith and Dawn? They’re dynamic is so interesting to me

Talked a little bit about this one time (with input from @coraniaid)

It IS a really potentially interesting dynamic! There's so little of it on screen, which is a shame. What we do know:

-by s7 Dawn still (understandably!) resents Faith for trying to kill Buffy. She makes some protective comments about it. Actually I watched "Dirty Girls" last week and iirc she's the only one to call Faith out directly in that episode over that

-I think it's fair to extrapolate from what Dawn chooses to call out in that moment, that Faith's violence was never turned directly on her

-Despite this, Dawn does seem to warm up to Faith fairly quickly after she's back. They seem to be getting along in "Empty Spaces" and Dawn and the Potentials leap to Faith's defense when those crooked cops go after her at The Bronze. She essentially goes along with overthrowing Buffy and making Faith the leader in the confrontation that ensues (let's put aside the characterization choices for now and just focus on the fact that she is willing to allow Faith that level of authority)

-In early s3, all of Buffy's friends respond really positively to Faith showing up. I'm sure Dawn (young and impressionable) would be no exception. I talk a little about it in the post I link up there but it's really easy to imagine a situation where Dawn is really impressed by Faith in a way that her Baby Sisterness prevents her from manifesting towards Buffy. Especially since part of Faith's narrative role is to threaten Buffy's relationships in some way, I'm sure there was a bit of hero-worship to get Buffy feeling unexpectedly jealous.

So, there's tension between Buffy and Dawn in late season 7. Despite the initial shot Dawn takes at Faith over rejoining the team ("hotels that take Tried-to-kill-your-sister-types") she doesn't put up too much protest. Buffy at this point is being harsh and withdrawn from the team and her friends. Faith, meanwhile, is showing an interest in people, putting an effort into connecting to the girls, and generally being pretty mellow and non-judgemental. Aka, she's doing stuff that's pretty close to the classic big sister shit Dawn is no doubt missing.

Treating the girls (Dawn included) like people, learning things about them, crucially NOT being the woman cracking the whip that they're all pretty sick of, generally being more relaxed and less uptight, taking them to the Bronze and letting them underage drink instead of locking them in her busted ass living room and giving them speeches about how they're gonna die soon - yeah! Okay! You can really see how Faith becomes super popular just by being a little more chilled out and not being Buffy.

Given Dawn's comments earlier in the season (teasing but still) about feeling smothered by Buffy sometimes, I think there's something interesting in how Dawn seems to respond so much from being treated like someone mature, a little more hands off, but still with positive attention - it's easy to work back from there and imagine what kind of relationship she had with Faith in earlier seasons, why it worked, and why it hurt so bad when Faith betrayed them anyway.

Dawn and Faith have an interesting overlap in being used at various times to thematically represent different sides of Buffy. They're almost polar opposites that way - Dawn being Buffy's childhood, her innocence, Faith being her dark side - so to me there's always going to be something inherently interesting in the ways they relate to each other.

In conclusion: damn dude I really wish they had more scenes together idk

[spnexploration]

Accidents Happen

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, reader.

Synopsis: While guest acting on Supernatural, things go awry filming a fight scene with Jensen. Platonic but definitely some hurt/comfort!

Warnings: accidental punch to the face

A/N: Had this idea while watching the gag reels. Normally, I don't like Jensen and Jared fics because they're real people and I don't want to put words or behaviours on them, but this one is short and sweet and I hope they wouldn't feel upset about (not that they would ever read it!). So please recognise that this is an imaginary situation with fictional characters, who happen to be fictional versions of the actors in Supernatural 😆

Punch right. Dodge left. Duck. Attempted block left, react as if hit. Grab Jensen's arm and buckle knees.

I chanted the fight choreography in my head while performing it, trying to ensure I didn't screw it up while the cameras were rolling. My character had to be able to partly hold her own against the mighty Dean Winchester, before finally being overpowered.

Attempt roll away. Jensen pins my arms, squirm. React to fake punch on the right, then-

Fuck. Punch was on the left. I hissed and my eyes stung as Jensen's fist connected with my nose, the outcome of me dodging the wrong way and moving into his punch rather than away. His eyes went wide momentarily and my face ached.

I made the split-second decision to keep going, pulling my wrist out of his grasp and kicking my legs at him. He dodged and reacted like we'd practised, so we kept going.

I got out of his grasp, scooting back along the ground and searching ineffectively for a weapon with my hands. My nose was throbbing and my face felt hotter than normal.

Jensen stood up, angry Dean face on. He advanced towards me threateningly, grabbing his angel blade off the table where it'd fallen earlier.

"Ok! Ok!" I said my line, hands up in front of me. "I'll take you to him."

We held our positions another moment or two. "CUT!" came the call.

Jensen instantly dropped the knife prop and came over to me, crouching down to my level. "Shit, sorry Y/n! Let's get you to first aid."

"I'm fine, I'm fine," I tried to reassure him, embarrassed.

"Your nose is bleeding, you took a proper punch to the face."

"Oh."

He took my hand with one hand and his other hand went around my back to my shoulder. He helped me to my feet.

"It's not that bad," I said weakly, disliking that I was guest actor and already causing a fuss.

Jensen gave me a look that brokered no arguments and led me to first aid, his arm still around my shoulders.

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"What happened to you?" Alice, the first aid officer, exclaimed.

"I got the choreo wrong," I half-mumbled.

"Jensen! Did you do this to this poor girl?" Alice berated him good-naturedly as she ushered me to sit.

"Unfortunately yes," he responded, at the same time as I gushed, "No, no, it was my fault."

Jensen hovered while they fetched me ice and cleaned up the blood. His brow was creased and he looked guilty, watching the first aid ministrations. My face flushed, embarrassed.

"I'm fine, really," I mumbled to him, not making eye contact.

Eventually, someone came along to fetch Jensen for more shooting. It sounded like they'd rearranged the schedule and would film his close-ups while they waited for me.

"The make-up department are going to kill me," I joked to Alice.

"Oh, I dunno," she replied, "you just made their job easier. So long as you only need to film post-punch scenes!"

Alice eventually let me take the ice off and she inspected my face. "I don't think anything's broken, but you'll probably have a hell of a bruise and maybe even a black eye or two."

"Great," I deadpanned.

Jared appeared while I was standing up and thanking Alice.

"I heard Jensen did a real number on you," he said from behind me.

I turned around, looking up at him as he was significantly taller than me. He whistled low when he saw my face.

"It was my fault," I said, embarrassed. "Went the wrong way."

He shrugged, "These things happen. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Great. Now, do you want help plotting your revenge?" he said with a cheeky grin. "I have many great prank ideas."