#behave plssss

[nerves-nebula]

Hey real talk am I being too sensitive if I get a little uncomfortable with ppl calling specifically my splinter a rat dad. I used to do it too but the more I hear ppl say it and the more I’ve developed his character the weirder it feels.

Im mostly asking this question to asain ppl in the tmnt fandom because those are the opinions I’d like to hear on the matter.

So like my splinter is a Japanese immigrant (loosely inspired by own dad but that’s its own post) who still identifies as human and hates his rat features. He hated being mutated so much he moved into the sewers to be away from Draxum and the hidden city and all that stuff. He hates it so much that he’d rather try to buy food in New York as an animal-mutant than go to the hidden city where he wouldn’t need to hide his body to get around.

Cuz like, aside from the body horror, he feels like he’s been fully reduced to some of the worst racial abuse and stereotypes about his race he’s had to fight & put up with. A lot of his worst spiraling & most abusive behavior comes from attempts to feel comforted or in control of his life, because otherwise he feels like he’s officially lost a lifelong battle. nowadays he just tries not to think about it. But I hadn’t decided all that when I started writing him, it just kind of ended up fitting the story best.

Calling my splinter a “rat dad” or a “fuckin rat” has started to make me a little uncomfortable I think, since he has textual in universe issues with that due to his race. cuz he’s not a version of splinter who started out as a rat and he doesn’t ever let people call him one to his face without pushback. He’s very attached to his humanity because he’s often had to fight for it/put up with dehumanization in the past. Plus when ppl commenting on stuff call him a rat dad it’s usually a pejorative (that’s likely because ppl hate my splinter in general, I’ve seen ppl call other splinters rat dads affectionately, but still)

I get that splinter as a character is already his own can of racist worms from the jump, so I guess I’m just wondering if I’m overthinking this particular aspect of the racial dynamics going on here or if this is a vibe other ppl pick up on too.

[sketchy-scribs-n-doods]

new meme format just dropped

[syluslnd]

NSFW IMAGINE REQUEST PLSSSS!!!

sylus going with u to the supermarket, but since you've been teasing him all day, he decides to tease back

he controls a vibrator, and everytime youre close he stops until he brings u to the bathroom

(sorry ive been too freaky these days)

sylus remote vibrator

Tags-squirting,overstimulation,verbal teasing

He had been watching you all day, his eyes darkening with each passing hour, each teasing remark you threw his way. You'd been playful, a little more mischievous than usual-flirting, brushing against him, tempting him with lingering touches. Every time he tried to pull you close, you'd giggle and slip away, keeping him on edge, knowing exactly what you were doing.

But now, the tables had turned.

You bite your lip, trying to keep your expression neutral as you follow him through the store. Sylus walks ahead of you, seemingly composed but you can feel the tension between you. The small remote in his hand is your undoing, the vibrator nestled between your legs sending torturous pulses through you. He knows exactly when to increase the intensity and exactly when to stop.

Your thighs clench as another wave of pleasure builds, your breathing becoming shallow. You reach out, steadying yourself on a nearby shelf, trying to appear nonchalant as a couple walks by, completely unaware of the predicament you're in. But Sylus, with his infuriating calmness, glances over his shoulder at you, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

"Something wrong, sweetie?" he asks, his voice a low purr that sends a fresh rush of heat to your core.

You shake your head, cheeks burning. "N-No, I'm fine."

"Is that so?" He steps closer, towering over you, his hand sliding around your waist, fingers brushing the remote in his pocket.

"Because you look a little... flustered."

His words make you shiver and you struggle to hold back a whimper as he flicks the remote, increasing the vibrations. Your legs tremble and you grip his arm for support, your body betraying you. You're so close-so close to the edge that it's maddening.

But just as you're about to tip over, he stops it. Again.

You let out a quiet, frustrated gasp, your legs shaking from the constant denial. "S-Sylus..."

He chuckles darkly, his hand tightening on your waist, pulling you flush against him.

"What's the matter, kitten? You were so confident earlier, teasing me and now look at you" he murmurs in your ear, voice dripping with amusement. "Legs shaking, completely pink... You're adorable."

You feel your face heat up even more at his words and you glance around the store, terrified someone might notice the state you're in. But Sylus doesn't care. He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers "You've been behaving naughty all day. Did you really think I wouldn't get my payback?"

Your breath hitches and you shake your head, biting your lip as you try to compose yourself. But it's impossible with him this close, his voice, his touch, and that damn vibrator all conspiring against you.

"Sylus, please" you whisper, barely able to form the words.

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his smirk widening as he sees the desperation written all over your face.

"Please what? You want me to let you finish?"

you nod, your voice too shaky to respond properly. The frustration, the need-he's driving you insane and he knows it.

But instead of showing mercy, Sylus tilts his head, pretending to think. "Hm... I don't know. Maybe you haven't had enough yet." His thumb brushes over the remote again and the vibrator hums to life, this time softer, teasing you just enough to keep you on the edge without pushing you over.

A small, strangled moan escapes your lips and you bury your face in his chest, mortified at how far he's pushed you. "S-Sylus, I can't..."

"Yes, you can” he replies smoothly, his hand stroking your back as if to comfort you but the cruel glint in his eyes says otherwise.

"Just a little longer, sweetie. You can take it."

You're trembling, your knees weak as you grip his shirt, desperately trying to stay standing but it's too much. The pleasure is overwhelming, yet never enough to bring you release and it's driving you mad.

"You're... so mean" you manage to whisper, voice barely audible.

He chuckles again, brushing a strand of hair away from your flushed face. "Maybe" he admits, his voice softening slightly. "But you like it, don't you?"

You don't respond, unable to form a coherent thought. The only thing running through your mind is the unbearable tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you.

Just as the wave of pleasure threatens to crash over you, Sylus suddenly flicks the remote again, turning the vibrator off just before you can finish. A strangled gasp escapes your throat, and your legs nearly give out from the frustration but he's quick, wrapping a strong arm around your waist to keep you from collapsing.

"Not yet, kitten" he whispers in your ear, his voice low and dark, sending a fresh shiver down your spine.

Your body trembles, desperate for release but he doesn't give you a moment to recover. Instead, Sylus scoops you up effortlessly, carrying you through the store with a purpose that makes your heart race.

Every step has you blushing furiously, your mind a haze of want and embarrassment.

He pushes open the door to a private bathroom, kicking it shut behind him before pressing you against the wall. His body cages yours in, one hand lifting your arms above your head, pinning them in place. You whimper softly, the air thick with anticipation, the weight of his gaze on you making it impossible to think.

"S-Sylus..." you manage to gasp but he only smirks, holding up the remote with his free hand.

"You've been teasing me all day, sweetie" he murmurs, eyes gleaming with dark intent.

"Did you really think I was going to let you off that easy?"

Before you can respond, the vibrator comes to life again, buzzing to its highest setting and your body jerks in his hold. Your back arches against the cold wall, your head falling back as the intense sensations wash over you. This time, he doesn't stop.

Your mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the relentless pleasure. The tension inside you builds faster than before, your body completely at his mercy as you squirm beneath him, your wrists straining against his grip.

"You can come now" Sylus whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice thick with amusement. "Go ahead, kitten."

And you do. The orgasm rips through you, more intense than anything before, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you let out a breathless moan. But even as the pleasure crashes over you, Sylus doesn't stop.

The vibrator keeps going, sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through you, too much and not enough at the same time.

"S-Sylus, please..." you whimper, but he only tightens his grip on your wrists, his body pressing even closer to yours, holding you in place.

"Look at you" he purrs, watching you with a wicked smile. "You're so pretty when you're all pink and trembling like this. Didn't I tell you you'd pay for teasing me?"

Your head spins, your body wracked with overstimulation but he's unrelenting. Every time you think you've had enough, the vibrations keep you teetering on the edge, pushing you further than you ever thought possible.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you writhe against him, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. But Sylus only leans in closer, his lips brushing softly over yours as he whispers, "You wanted to be naughty, sweetie. Now you'll take everything | give you."

"Sylus... please... turn it off" you plead breathlessly, your voice barely a whisper as the relentless vibrations wrack your body.

Your legs are trembling uncontrollably, your thighs slick with the evidence of your pleasure. But he's not listening—no, he's savoring every moment of your torment, his eyes dark with amusement as he watches you writhe against the wall.

A low, mocking chuckle escapes his lips and he tilts his head, leaning in close enough for his lips to ghost over your neck. "Turn it off?" he echoes, his tone dripping with cruel amusement. "Why should I? You're the one who teased me all day, sweetie. This is your fault."

You whimper, shaking your head as your body jerks with each pulse of the vibrator. "I-I can't... it's too much..."

"Oh, it's too much now?" Sylus smirks, his hand still firmly holding the remote. "You were so bold earlier, kitten but now look at you." He brushes a thumb over your flushed cheek, his touch almost tender but his words are anything but. "Shaking, helpless, begging me to stop. You're adorable."

Your body trembles violently, your legs barely able to hold you up. Every nerve feels like it's on fire, the overstimulation pushing you to a breaking point. You let out another desperate moan, your hips jerking uncontrollably as the intense sensations build and build, becoming unbearable.

"S-Sylus, please!" you beg again, tears welling in your eyes as the sensation becomes too much to handle. But he just grins, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction.

"You can beg all you want" he purrs, pressing the vibrator even harder against you "but I think you've got one more in you, sweetie. Let's see how far you can go."

That's when it happens. The overwhelming pressure finally pushes you past the point of no return. Your body spasms and with a loud, helpless cry, you feel yourself gush uncontrollably, your release splattering down your legs and soaking your panties. The sheer intensity of it makes your entire body tremble and you slump against the wall, barely able to stay standing as the waves of pleasure ripple through you.

For a moment, there's nothing but the sound of your labored breathing, the wetness dripping down your thighs a stark reminder of just how far he's pushed you. But Sylus?

He's far from finished.

"Well, well, well" he drawls, his voice thick with mockery, "look at the mess you made, kitten." His eyes roam over your trembling form and you feel the weight of his gaze, both embarrassed and completely at his mercy. "Did you just squirt all over yourself?"

You bite your lip, too ashamed to respond but Sylus isn't about to let it slide. His fingers trail down your quivering thigh, collecting the evidence of your release, and he holds it up, glancing at the wetness coating his fingers with a wicked grin.

"You really couldn't help yourself, could you?" he teases, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're trembling like a little leaf, squirting all over the place... How cute."

You bury your face in your arm, too mortified to meet his gaze, but Sylus doesn't let you hide for long. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't be shy, sweetie. I think you enjoyed that more than you're willing to admit." He presses his lips to the side of your neck, kissing you softly, but the cruel amusement never leaves his voice.

"You're so sensitive... so easy to break."

His teasing only makes the humiliation burn hotter, and you feel another wave of pleasure building again, despite your body's exhaustion. "Sylus, please..." you whisper, your voice trembling.

But he just chuckles, pulling back to look at you with that familiar smugness. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before teasing me all day. Or maybe you like being punished this way, hm?"

His words hang in the air, his relentless teasing pulling you deeper into the haze of overstimulation. And Sylus? He shows no sign of stopping anytime soon.

[princessbrunette]

just imagine jj with an innocent yet flirty reader who loves to parade around in cute dresses and dainty underwear until he just loses it and eats her out for the first time - 🐰

omfg plssss bc he’s trying to be a gentleman when you first start dating and you’re so sweet, sweet enough to look up at him with doe eyes and tell him “i’ve never done anything before, jj” and he believes you, coming from a pretty sheltered family, but the way you behave sometimes makes him think you want that to change pretty soon.

the only way he can describe your behaviour is that of a new excitable puppy who can’t stop trying to hump their owners leg. you’re good as gold in public, winning smile, having people pinch your cheek and direct a “you better not be messing with this young lady, maybank” because of course his reputation is… there. and he’s not, he keeps his hands off you minus a respectful hand on your lower back to guide you when you walk but even that drives you crazy.

you’re innocent, yes, but needy in ways he hasn’t seen before. you’re moaning into the kiss 15 seconds in, legs spreading involuntarily in that little skirt of yours making his eyebrows practically disappear into his hairline. “damn, uh— you really like kissing, huh?” he breathes against your mouth making your cunt clench.

“really like everything you do” you whimper, yanking his head back towards you to continue kissing, feeling him smirk against your mouth, taking control.

[dirtyvulture]

GP!Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Requested by anon: I need female reader with Beefy and G!P subby Nat just completely at reader's mercy with her cock being stroked, they're both sitting on the bed with reader's front supporting Natasha's back amd natasha LOVES to whimper and moan 😵‍💫😵‍💫

PLS OH PLSSSS

AN: I wrote this in 15 minutes. 😄

"What's wrong, Nat? Do you want to watch something else?"

"No, no, it's fine."

"Then how come you're not paying attention?" you ask, knowing full well the reason why she's not. Currently, you and Natasha are sitting on your bed, with her naked and in between your legs. You can hardly see the TV screen around her broad shoulders yourself, but you also can't bring yourself to care what's playing when you have both your arms around her waist, your hands slowly jerking her thick cock.

"I...I'm trying," Natasha pants, her hips bouncing a little bit on the bed as she tries pushing herself through your hands faster.

"Don't move," you warn, purposely slowing your pace and she whines desperately.

It never fails to make you smile to see your girlfriend, the big, tough Black Widow, turn into absolute putty under your touch.

Your hand smears her pre-cum up and down her shaft, your grip tightening around her to enhance the stimulation.

"Please, please," Natasha pants, leaning back almost to the point where her weight pins you against the headboard.

"The more you beg, the longer you'll have to wait," you say. She grunts in frustration, but knows better than to disobey you. She digs her own nails into her muscular thighs, using every ounce of strength she has to not flip onto you and fuck you until neither of you can walk.

You twist your hands in opposite directions around her cock, still surprised at how much of it doesn't fit in your hands and Natasha's body quivers as she moans. Your fingertip traces one of the big throbbing veins beating on the side of her cock and Natasha thinks she's going to faint.

But she's behaved herself, so you know you have to keep your end of the promise and reward her. You pump your fist faster now, rubbing your thumb across her tip with every stroke in a way that you know will have her exploding in seconds.

It works, and her cum shoots out in hard spurts, her thighs flexing as they rise off the bed.

"That's my good girl," you praise, nibbling on her earlobe as she flops back down. "Can you give me another one?" you ask, still stroking her and she can only whimper in response.

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[space-station-nursery]

is the anon tag 🍮 spare? if so can I have it plssss

also could you try to explain the difference between age dreaming and regressing? and can you experience them both sometimes? also I love your blog tyyyy :3333 ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

-🍮

Hey puddin, the "Flan" tag has not been claimed yet so its all yours!!

Now, let me explain the difference between dreaming and regressing:: [eventually ill have a post for this]

🍼 ⟣ Age regression

Age regression is the action of regressing into a younger state of mind other than your bodily age! The reason for this is normally to cope with some sort of stress, a trigger, or a trauma that has occurred [many also say its a way to relieve your childhood if you had a negative one]. When you regress, you usually have a change in mannerisms that can vary by regressed age! [like using a paci, dips, bottles, not being able to write well etc] However, not everyone has a specific "age set" that they regress to, and not everyone's regression is the same! Regression is normally voluntary to self sooth, however it can be involuntary if things become too much for the person regressing

☁️ ⟣ Age Dreaming

Age dreaming is a voluntary mindset for those who engage in a child-like headspace for fun[ like acting or behaving like a child (non-sexually duh)], those who consider themselves a child and partake in a lifestyle of reliving childhood, and/or those who enjoy the aesthetics and comfort of more childish things. Normally, age dreamers never fully regress but this can vary from person to person. Dreamers are still very valid within the community and are those that still happily indulge in their childlike wonder

🤔 ⟣ Can you experience both?

Yes!!!! When you are not regressing, you can very much dream!! In some situations it may not be appropriate to regress or even dangerous, and thats when dreaming comes in! Listening, watching or talking about things you may have liked as a child without going into a different headspace is still dreaming! Some people have positive triggers, that can put them quickly into headspace if they are mentioned or spoke about, while some dont. Regression is very versatile and can be experienced in many ways

Thanks for your ask 🍮

[yourtamaki]

plssss pls pls pls give us subby law crumbs

OOOOH i can see law having a crumb of subbiness to him. like the kind where he can ignore it’s existence entirely until he really really can’t. sorta like a factory reset where he needs to give up all control and stop thinking for one night and then he’ll be fine for months.

BUT it’s such a pain to get him to submit. i can see it getting to the point where you can’t tell if he’s being bratty or if he really isn’t enjoying what you’re doing and when you stop the scene and tell him as much, he has to really get introspective and decide if this is something he’s even ready to do with you. after that bump in the road, he’s pretty well behaved <3 knows that he needs you to take over and that you’re taking care of and loving him.

[monsterbisexual]

plssss does anyone have the text post thats abt not taking the sex jokes they make seriously cuz they "behave like a monk/serial killer" irl ?? ive tried searching on here which obviously was no help n i couldnt find it by googling the part i remember either

[askinkiskarma]

bae pls pls plssss don’t take this as hate cuz I kno you said this trope is out of your comfort zone and i am enjoying the series so far !

but honesty neteyam is so mean i’m having trouble understanding why the reader feel attraction towards him especially when he put his hands on us and we were so upset about it after !! pls tell me he’ll have a break in this douchebag attitude soon bc i can’t see myself falling in love w himmmm 🥲🥲

Hahaahh don’t worry baby I couldn’t possibly take this as hate. You will see soon why Neteyam is behaving the way he is, and you’re not supposed to be falling in love with him, definitely not yet. I know i said it’s out of my comfort zone, but i like how it’s coming so far and i take my tropes seriously so if i said enemies to lovers, i want to make sure they were genuinely enemies hahahaha

Also to be fair they’re both horrible to each other, i really don’t think it’s just neteyam - neteyam initiated it, and that story will unveil itself soon, but especially now it’s both of them basically at each other’s throats 24/7. I will be exploring a lot more of their past and you’ll get to see that it really is a tit for tat with them. Yes, he took it far with basically grabbing her, but then she literally cut him with a knife like a day later hahahah

I think at this point they genuinely dislike each other, with some very very deeply buried feelings underneath and a lot of sexual tension, so yeah!

Hope this makes sense!

[vayneoc]

14, 19, 24 plssss

👁️👁️🖤

the questions

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

She doesn't want people to be set on one specific image of her, for she doesn't like to be misunderstood.

She's a liar, but Vayne wants people to see her caring when she cares, the warmth when she is open to them. And of course feel that fear when she does say she will get rid of them.

She wants people to think that she means what she says. Whether she's lying or not, it is good for her.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged?

Cold. Quiet. Slow.

Vayne doesn't trust herself and her better judgement when raging. Too prone to do something irreparable, to fuck up her own plans.

If it seems to be a shitty move to get rid of the source of her rage, she will escort them out, possibly find all the information on them and their relatives later in the evening. Or leave herself, if it is an object, place or the present situation that makes her enraged.

If her rage is not restricted and her anger is free to be unleashed, then she is cold and slow because there should be no flaws in desmantling the source of her irritation. Not a single path of escape, not a single mean of rescue shall be left.

She doesn't scream when she's enraged. It's usually a tone less emotional then hers, quieter.

And if you enrage her to the point of getting killed, you will get no words of threat or cussing. There will be no torture. She will stay quiet and do it in one slight motion, not doing any more than necessary, not willing to stay with you in one room any more than necessary.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

If she'd had no support of her newfound allies in the Foxes clan, if her parents had been less scared and traumatised from the past events, maybe Vayne would have had less reasons to leave the clan and go to Night City. Maybe it wouldn't have been enough and she would have stayed a nomad.

That would have probably lead to her becoming the clan's netrunner and, later on with more experience, tactician. Considering her still present distaste to everything the nomads have to deal with, working so much but getting so little, spending their talent and efforts for such a shit of a life, eventually Vayne would have either left for a solo-traveler kind of life or cause a split in the clan and leave with a number of allies, to build an order and organisation of her own.

[leonarecs]

it’s been far too long since i read a sweet little fluff fic with mattheo being a lovestruck, pussy-whipped idiot, and this was the perfect comeback 🤭🫠 i was already laughing when you first mentioned this idea, but now having actually read it and seeing how much emotion was poured into it?? the vulnerability, the insecurity, the love?? pizza, your pen is DANGEROUS.

Mattheo had a talent for attracting trouble, or more, it had a way of finding him.  It sniffed him out like a dog detecting a buried bone. It didn't seem to matter what he did, for it always caught up in the end, the blame easily latching onto him. 

firstly, i adore how you characterize him, and second, i love your metaphors sm 😩

Depending on the nature of his “crime” he’d done all from writing lines, a total snooze fest, to cleaning out bedpans in the infirmary with the absence of magic making him nearly have to clean his own vomit

THE WAY I GIGGLED PLSSSS the image of him gagging and having to take a deep breath to steady himself is killing me

Mattheo, of course, wasn’t oblivious to his difficult personality, disorder and predictions that clung to him like a deathly plague, as if being tied to the Riddle name wasn’t bad enough.

i just really like this sentence so i had to highlight it, you ate down here girl!!!

But with Mattheo’s stubborn nature, your comment hadn’t affected his efforts, only pushing him harder, making him resilient for he was far too smitten and prideful to shove his ever-growing crush back down and well you hadn’t completely rejected him after all. 

AAAAHHHH i can’t explain to you how much i fucking love this trope, when she keeps rejecting him and it only motivates him to keep coming back for the challenge 🤭 it’s the cutest fucking thing ever. also mattheo actually having a crush???? I’M SCREAMINGGG

Because finally, one lesson had knocked some sense into Mattheo, that making you mad was something he wished on avoiding at all costs. One wrong comment and he could be obliterated with a single glare consumed by a thousand suns. 

mattheo being scared of his girlfriend is something i never knew i needed. GIVE ME MORE!!!!

He enjoys observing you from afar, taking the time to study and admire the treasure that is his. 

i died here. give me a man obsessed with me please 😔✊

Except for now, when he had to watch the not intended for-you-slug land right on the pretty apple of your cheek, the way it slid slowly dragging a disgusting trail of goo. Fuck. FUCK.

I’M LAUGHING SO HARD RIGHT NOW HAGDHFG girl this idea is really something else n i love it, the second FUCK really resonated with me

Smile with smug satisfaction at the fact he’s evaded any penalty from his immature antics, till he hears her mention your name, serving the detention to you instead of him.

OH HELL NAHHHH WTF THE WAY I WOULD—

She loves me. She loves me. She loves me.

SHUT UPPPP HE’S SO FUCKING CUTE IN THIS MY HEART CAN’T TAKE THIS RIGHT HERE 

“how do you put up with him?” “yeah. like he’s so immature.” “If he was my boyfriend, I wouldn’t stand for that level of embarrassment.” 

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT YOU LITTLE BITCHES 🙄 some fuckass friends they are, i would not put up with this kind of talk about my man 😒 and the fact that he heard it omg poor baby 😭 he’s already so insecure when it comes to relationships, don’t do this to me please.

how i’m looking at them “friends” ^^

“Did I fucking ask for an opinion?”

PERIODDDD SHUT THOSE BITCHES UP QUEEN DEFEND YOUR MAN!!!!! the pride and happiness he felt in that moment while still being afraid to approach her AAAAAHHH they’re fucking adorable

“Why don’t you keep that piggy nose out of the muck you're trying to create and close your fucking trap? Nothing useful is coming out of a dirty trout like that.”

THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED PIZZAAA YOU’RE SO FUCKING FUNNY FOR THIS I CANNOTJSNDHDHS

His eyes roam the agitated and dry look you're throwing back at him, arms tightly crossed, pushing your chest upwards, which only makes it harder for him to behave. For despite the terror, you hold over him, you look way too tempting when you're pissed. 

this little pervert omfl, this is not the time riddle 🤭 (it’s always the time)

mattheo rn ^^

Your expression only deepens to one of repugnant as if you couldn’t stand his touch and it pangs at his heart a little. He doesn’t show it and leans in to kiss your cheek, trying to suck up to the obvious sign that you're still mad at him. “Did I tell you how pretty you look today?” Another delicate kiss closer to your ear before his back slams against the wall and he groans, shooting you an unappreciated glance. “Got it. Not in the mood for flattery, huh?” 

i’m obsessed with this whole paragraph— the vulnerability from mattheo at the start, the CHEEK KISS??? (sorry i love cheek kisses), the compliment to change the subject without apologizing, the way he instantly submits to her jshdfh pizza i swear you somehow know how to always add in the tiniest little details that catch my eye and make me go feral

You start, sliding your hand up to tangle into his hair, holding onto him with a tight grip that has him eliciting a small grunt.

PULLING HIS HAIR LMFAOOOOO SHE’S TOO FUNNY the way he doesn’t even do anything about it kills me, i love this dynamic so much

You mutter with little hate, exhaling a huff, leaning your forehead to his. His presence, warm and inviting, brings comfort and you close your eyes, instinctively massaging his scalp lovingly.

it’s so soft, i’m sobbing. i would read an entire book of these two.

Only to groan as you bite it and he pulls back. “Fuck! Woman.”

this made me giggle so hard bc it makes me think of how you always call me “WOMAN” when i piss you off with my stubbornness in dms 🤭

“I get it ow stop whacking me. Save it for the bedroom, baby.”

STOPPP HE’S SO ANNOYING I CANNOTTT AJKHFDBS also “baby”?? i’m melting. (giving johnny kavanagh heheh)

also me @ mattheo bc he never knows when to give it a rest 🤭 ^^

That he loves you with every fibre of his body, every vein pumping blood to his thriving heart that seems to beat faster just at the thought of you. How his soul feels completely entangled with yours and how he’d rather deal with a thousand howlers from you than be with anyone else.

there’s something so soft and all-consuming about this paragraph— it captures that intense, wholehearted kind of love without sounding cliché. the way it moves from the physical (“every vein pumping blood”) to the emotional (“his soul entangled with yours”) is just really beautiful. and that last line? he’d take all your fire over anyone else’s calm, choose you over anyone else in the world I’M BAWLING.

listen here girl. i demand at least five more works about this pairing of hotheaded reader and mattheo, you hear? 😤😤😤 i’m so in love with this characterization of mattheo in a relationship, he’s so perfect with he’s all soft and obsessed with someone <3

THE TROUBLE WITH YOU

based on this goofy idea! Mattheo has a tendency to create trouble whether he wants it or not which doesn’t bother him until he accidentally drags his temperamental girlfriend in. warn: fem!reader, bit of swearing + wc 3.7k

Mattheo had a talent for attracting trouble, or more, it had a way of finding him. A frequent problem that followed him all his life like a shadow, clinging to his soul, unable to escape the labels that tainted him; troublemaker, scoundrel, hellion or a vermin pest, he only seemed to add to problems when he was around.

It sniffed him out like a dog detecting a buried bone. It didn't seem to matter what he did, for it always caught up in the end, the blame easily latching onto him. 

Mattheo, by nature, thrived off adrenaline and the rush of rebellious acts, and so he didn’t take offense to it, learning to embrace it as just a part of him. He started wearing the title of Slytherins delinquent, hot-tempered bad boy as a badge of pride, an honorary medal that earned him a fearsome rep amongst the halls of Hogwarts.

He made himself comfortable around a similar pack of friends that only aided in fueling his need for mischief by scheming in all sorts of shenanigans, usually in targeting Peeves.

Detentions were an easy breeze, having done every form of punishment under the sun. Depending on the nature of his “crime” he’d done all from writing lines, a total snooze fest, to cleaning out bedpans in the infirmary with the absence of magic making him nearly have to clean his own vomit to missing out on trips to Hogsmede which he didn’t care for too much enjoying the extra solitude.

He took each penalty like a walk in the park, each lesson he was supposed to learn going in one ear and out the other, never cowering from disappointed looks he received or scoldings. That is until he met you.

It didn’t take Mattheo long to realize you and trouble weren’t exactly acquainted. You weren’t even on a first name basis, which left him completely dumbfounded because he’d never met someone who matched his temper level, even topping over on the scale past him, who hadn’t ended up in trouble.

People with attitudes and uncontrollable tempers don’t bypass discipline. They’re like magnets, the first kid to be provoked for a reaction from the class. He knew all too well the inner turmoil of trying to control himself from snapping, before the rage would just take over and he’s being dragged away back to the cell of detention.

You grabbed his attention instantly, completely intriguing him, a mystery that made him excited to unravel, but he knew you had your doubts, hesitations that originally held you back from agreeing to that first date.

You weren’t wrong to keep your distance. Mattheo, of course, wasn’t oblivious to his difficult personality, disorder and predictions that clung to him like a deathly plague, as if being tied to the Riddle name wasn’t bad enough. Cursed, he liked to think. He recalls how you had shot him down, the way your eyes had rolled so ethereally with an amused smile and the simple but clear words; you’re pretty to look at, but your trouble. 

But with Mattheo’s stubborn nature, your comment hadn’t affected his efforts, only pushing him harder, making him resilient for he was far too smitten and prideful to shove his ever-growing crush back down and well you hadn’t completely rejected him after all.

Naturally you came around, and he remembers watching how you smiled, eyes softening, illuminating with bright gleams of sunshine, and he swore his whole body exploded as if someone had set off fireworks inside his stomach. His face stretched, his lips widening to impossible limitations, his heart taking on the beat of a fast-paced drum solo, and he knew he wouldn’t let his doomed and darkened life impede him from your inviting warmth.

For two powerful forces of intense energy, the two of you didn’t butt heads nearly as often as one would suspect a couple of hotheads would do. Because finally, one lesson had knocked some sense into Mattheo, that making you mad was something he wished on avoiding at all costs.

A pissed girlfriend was not a task many boyfriends wanted to achieve, but for Mattheo, it tangoed between life and death. Already needing shades just to roam the levels of hotness you radiated from head to toe. One wrong comment and he could be obliterated with a single glare consumed by a thousand suns.

His first encounter he had handled oh-to-naively, enchanted by your sweet way, often made him forget about your temper. For how could someone so lovely and precious even produce the levels of anger you conjured upon him. As if the god of Ares himself had possessed you, and for once he felt ready to run as if he had a tail dragging between his legs. Since then, he promised to do all he could to exclude you from trouble, and keep you happy, very happy. 

Unfortunately, trouble had a way of finding him even before he could spot it. It all had happened so fast, what had started as a fun little challenge; Enzo pestering him like usual with an opportunity too good to resist. An easy target of Longbottom's drooping mouth, a boring ol lesson stuck with skittish Porlucks and a few slimy slugs as ammunition, the perfect recipe for a harmless prank. 

He wasn’t sitting with you, not unusual, for you often stayed with your friends during lessons, wanting to actually learn something. He’s not sure what you’re able to understand with old rambles Grubbly-Plank practically spitting the information at you. He preferred to keep his distance, but he didn't mind. He enjoys observing you from afar, taking the time to study and admire the treasure that is his. 

To watch the cute little crease crinkle between your brows as you lean closer squinting, the obvious reasoning Mattheo had continued to point out that you definitely needed glasses. To the way your eyes brighten with awe and fascination, examining the small creature nervously trotting around before you.

You loved to learn, wanting to absorb as much knowledge, commonly spending hours in the library till Mattheo would wake you snickering at the ink stained on your face. Your commitment to academia had always left him anxious about his life and personality. He never wanted to dim your spark by spreading his problems onto the weight of you. It's why he tried to keep his antics to his friends, promising you he’d keep you out of the playing field.

He studied your eyes again. They were certainly a feature he could lose himself in for hours, a true piece of art. Except for now, when he had to watch the not intended for-you-slug land right on the pretty apple of your cheek, the way it slid slowly dragging a disgusting trail of goo. Fuck. FUCK. His eyes widened with pure shock, flicking his gaze back between you and his now empty-handed slingshot. That wasn’t supposed to happen. How could that have happened? 

Another loud sneeze rings out beside him and firm fingers dig into his shoulder as Blaise clings to stabilise himself. “Argh!” Blaise’s grip tightens, practically leaning his full weight onto Mattheo, as he exhales what might just be a full on exorcism. “Fuck I hate spring.” Blaise grumbles, wiping under his nose, scrunching it as the specs of hay left out for the Porlucks continue to leave an irritated itch. 

Mattheo can hardly contain his temper, realizing that Blaise had startled him with his bloody allergies and in doing so made him lose his balance and his target. There's a collective shriek of screams when the slug comes whizzing back, narrowly missing him, before it smashes flat into a tree. He dodges, ducking his head, his hands flinging up reflexively, whipping his head over to catch the smug grin you’re shooting his way. 

His brows raise with amusement, happy to see you’re finding the humour of the situation, though his attention is quickly grabbed as the anxious Porluck’s neigh disturbed. Startled by the screams, they turn aggressive towards the class, already uncertain around humans.

The entire class explodes into stressed energy, trying to save themselves from the new threat of an ankle bite, submerging back to the stair banks as Grubbly-Plank attempts to calm the creatures. 

He almost wants to laugh at the scene, join in with his buddies who are pissing themselves beside him at the chaotic commotion unfolding, soak in the joy of the period ending early at the call of Grubbly-Plank's aggressive dismissal.

Smile with smug satisfaction at the fact he’s evaded any penalty from his immature antics, till he hears her mention your name, serving the detention to you instead of him. Desecration of a creature, Merlin, what a fucking joke. He snickers at the idea, hardly agreeing a slug's life is worth crying about, but clamps his mouth shut, catching the loathing glare you shoot him. 

Eyes narrowed into two thin slits of pure anger and he gulps, offering a sheepish smile, knowing he’s fucked up. He watches your expression for a further reaction, for you to blow your top at him and explode into your usual fiery rage, but it never comes.

Instead, he’s left staring at the back of your head, your hair flicking like a crack of a whip before your storming off up the stairs, the force of your steps strong enough he’s just waiting for the earth to split and swallow him up. 

Enzo, who's trying not to laugh, comments, “She seemed to take that quite well, don’t you think?”

Mattheo’s face stiffens, shooting a grave side eye at his mate snapping, “Shut the fuck up.”

“What? Come on mate, I didn’t know all that was gonna happen!” Enzo defends himself, finally spluttering out a laugh.

The others follow behind the rest of the class. They chatter between themselves, finding amusement in the drama that just took place and how they look forward to the lash out waiting for him. He grumbles childishly, ambling in thought behind them, his stubbornness fighting with himself whether to follow you, conjuring up any and every single way he can apologise for getting you in trouble.

He hates apologising, he’s. He's never been good at it. Opening up vulnerably to someone, having to swallow his pride and admit to a fault, he’d much rather get torched by a dragon than face that kind of confrontation.

Not to mention it's your rage he’d be coming face to face with. His stomach churns, the strings of his fear tightening, and he considers giving you all the bloody space you could ever need. But he knows that would only make things worse, leaving it to fester and create a deadly divide between you two. 

When the group reaches the top of the castle grounds, he splits from them, ignoring their not-so-helpful yells of encouragement. His eyes scan the area for your distinct features, wiping his hands on his trousers, reaching into his back pocket to fish out his lighter and cigarettes. He lights one, inhaling deeply the rich hit of nicotine, shaking his hair to try to at least appear aloof as he finally spots you. She loves me. She loves me. She loves me. 

His thoughts do little to calm him, his legs hesitantly taking shorter steps to prolong closing the gap between the two of you. It’s then he overhears your friends gossiping about him, with judging whispers;

“how do you put up with him?” “yeah. like he’s so immature.” “If he was my boyfriend, I wouldn’t stand for that level of embarrassment.” 

He feels the usual spark of irritation creeping up. He’s never liked your friends constantly nagging to you about it. The way they stick their snooty little noses into his business, your business, if only you’d let him, he’d give them a piece of his mind.

Their words irk him, digging into his insecurities as his steps slow before he ducks behind a column. He takes a long inhale to soothe his shaky heart, each beat rattling in his ribcage as the ringing of sudden doubt and anticipation grows louder.

His ears stay tuned, listening for your response, his eyes sharpened on your body language and how you stop walking. He can’t recall you ever claiming to be embarrassed or ashamed of him, despite all the chaos and destruction that swells around him, like dust kicking up in a storm. Always turning the cheek whenever trouble ventured into the conversation, he knew your view on the subject wasn’t always in agreement, but you never scolded him. 

It's something that's always made his heart swell with pride, glowing a little warmer with happiness and love, tucked in the safety of your accepting nature. Though his promise to keep you excluded had stayed true till today, he suddenly begins questioning his whole relationship and the foundation of your trust.

Feeling as if he had taken you for granted your acceptance and love, and the undeserving pill starts bubbling back up. He takes another inhale of his cigarette, needing to calm himself and wait to see your response before he spirals into a black hole of anxiety.

Your brows arch offended, stopping mid walk. “Excuse me?” Your tone is anything but polite, as they slice through the air, making the rest of your friends pause their chatter gazing at you.

“What? Just stating the obvious, babe.”

Mattheo peeks his head further around to catch the awaiting fury from earlier seep out, steam evaporating off your body.

“Did I fucking ask for an opinion?”

He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, overcome with pure pride and delight at you having his back. His cheeks burn from the wide smile that's brimming his face, unable to take his eyes off you, feeling the need to just walk over and kiss the shit out of you. If he wasn’t still scared of the anger radiating off you, he would, but he leans back instead, not eager to be spotted spying. 

“Why don’t you keep that piggy nose out of the muck you're trying to create and close your fucking trap? Nothing useful is coming out of a dirty trout like that.”

The insult leaves your mouth with little remorse, not appreciating your friends trying to trash talk Mattheo. He may have his moments you don’t exactly approve of, but at the heart of him, he’s a misunderstood boy just trying to have fun, and you have no intentions of being the one to dampen his cheeky spirit. 

He lets out a laugh, coughing on the smoke, unable to contain his amusement at your feisty defence at shutting down their remarks. Your head turns, catching the peak of unruly brown curls behind the stone and you excuse yourself, done with the conversation anyway.

His eyes meet yours and he pulls back at the speed of light, banging his fist against his chest to ease his coughing fit. He opts for a charming, relaxed smile when you appear around the column, scratching the back of his neck to appear natural. “Baby! hey just wondering where you wandered off to.” 

His eyes roam the agitated and dry look you're throwing back at him, arms tightly crossed, pushing your chest upwards, which only makes it harder for him to behave. For despite the terror, you hold over him, you look way too tempting when you're pissed.

It's a dangerous combination, wanting to ravish you while you look ready to cut his head off. He stubs his cigarette out on the stone before dropping it and reaching out to embrace you, hands sliding around your stiff waist.

Your expression only deepens to one of repugnant as if you couldn’t stand his touch and it pangs at his heart a little. He doesn’t show it and leans in to kiss your cheek, trying to suck up to the obvious sign that you're still mad at him. “Did I tell you how pretty you look today?” Another delicate kiss closer to your ear before his back slams against the wall and he groans, shooting you an unappreciated glance. “Got it. Not in the mood for flattery, huh?” 

Your eyes narrow at his resort to sarcasm. “Why are you spying on me?” 

He places a hand on top of yours flat against his chest, his thumb caressing your skin and suddenly he lights up, smiling. “What? You mean…overhearing you defend me?” His smile curves, unable to contain his smug pride. He knows he's dancing with the devil, but if you're talking to him, that's one step closer to forgiveness and Mattheo’s all about taking bold moves. 

“Don’t get all cocky. That doesn’t mean you're off the hook.” You start, sliding your hand up to tangle into his hair, holding onto him with a tight grip that has him eliciting a small grunt. “You got me fucking detention, Mattheo. I swear to Merlin I'm beyond pissed. That's the one thing I asked- to keep me out of your bloody trouble, but no! You're like-.”

You halt the nearing destructive rant, noting his eyes, the vulnerable look he’s expressing back to you. Spotting the remorse, his brown eyes lidded with a softness that makes him look like a wounded puppy. His curls slip loosening in your hold as you relax your hand, taking a deep breath counting to ten in your head, to contain yourself from saying something you’d regret. 

“I should really slap you.” You mutter with little hate, exhaling a huff, leaning your forehead to his. His presence, warm and inviting, brings comfort and you close your eyes, instinctively massaging his scalp lovingly.

A small habit between the two of you, allowing your focus to shift to the way his curls feel between your fingers. Soft and thick, you coil a finger repeatedly around a strand as he hums, appreciating the calming and wholesome moment. 

His hand rubs gentle caresses on your hip, his lips pressing another light kiss to your forehead. He releases a deep sigh, relishing in the sweet hold you have him in. Like a mother scolding their favourite child, he relaxes into your touch. He chuckles, “You could if it makes you feel better.” 

Lifting your eyes to give him an incredulous look, before you roll them playfully, glad he’s lightened the mood. “Don’t be ridiculous.” A smile slips past your lips in amusement, always stubbornly fighting how easily he breaks your tough barrier. “You’d probably like it knowing you.” 

He reaches down, cupping your cheeks as the last remaining anger melts, flashing you a cheeky grin, “Mm, only if it's you causing the pain. I'd gladly be your sexual punching box.” 

His lips are on yours in an instant, passionate, apologetic and full of love. He adores kissing you, the softness and curve of them sliding with him so perfectly. He enjoys moulding your burning energy to a sweet, almost pliant demeanour as he devours you.

His tongue flicks, pushing greedily for entrance and he protests when you don’t grant it instantly, clearly playing hard to get. He groans, wrapping his arms around you fully, suffocating you in his need and desire, his hands tangling into your hair. Tugging for a redo and grinning wickedly at the delightful gasp you utter, his tongue sliding dominantly inwards to clash with yours.

Only to groan as you bite it and he pulls back. “Fuck! Woman.”

You grin with gratification, “Told you not to get cocky, baby.”

He rolls his eyes with feigned irritation. “Leave the decapitating to the slug, ye-ow!” He groans again as you whack the side of his head before he laughs. “Okay! Okay, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” He drags out the word dramatically before he cups your cheeks again. He licks his lips, gazing more sincerely at you. “I am sorry, though. I wasn’t even aiming for you. Truly!"

You snort, rolling your eyes playfully at his defensiveness. “Uh huh, sure it's not throw-a-slug at your girl's day?”

“Ha ha, no. You know I'd never throw a slug purposefully at you.” He grins, finding pure amusement in the conversation. “I'd throw a bucket of water to cool your crazy ass down-okay! I get it ow stop whacking me.” He laughs, loving your angry reactions. “Save it for the bedroom, baby.”

Another eye roll slips out naturally. “You’re such a menace.” The words are sweet like a compliment, and a glimmer of a smile slips out. “Yet, somehow, I still love you.”

Mattheo’s eyes brighten, spotting the tension easing between the two of you, his heart flushing at your words, strengthening the security between the two of you. “A fuckin miracle is what it is.” He jokes as he pulls you to his side, planting a loving kiss on your head. “I love you too, sweetheart, though not sure how I ended up with a girl who can give me a heart attack by being sweet and deadly.” He teases before rubbing your side tenderly, “but I feel damn lucky to be loved by you.”

He walks, guiding the two of you around the column further down the vacant corridor. He sighs troubledly, his fingers drumming on your skin, anxiously preparing his next words. “I know I can be a bit much sometimes, cause nothing but trouble-"

You cut him off quickly. “You're not.” His eyes flicker down upon your face, instantly listening in, his ears tuned in like a dog. He doesn’t exactly want to spill off into a massive vent about how he’s a wreck, a mess of a man who can’t help that trouble follows him.

That he loves you with every fibre of his body, every vein pumping blood to his thriving heart that seems to beat faster just at the thought of you. How his soul feels completely entangled with yours and how he’d rather deal with a thousand howlers from you than be with anyone else.

“Yeah, so what? You're a bit of trouble. But you’re more than that, Mattheo..” There’s a pause as you look up to him, finding that there’s never a real reason to get mad at him. For if someone can accept the uncontrollable temper that pumps through your veins that you must be the luckiest girl.

You don’t care what anyone thinks, whether he’ll care about the titles that have followed him his whole life. They don’t own him, and he continues to push past the boundaries of a meaningless label. With eyes shining brightly, you smile lovingly, expressing affection for the man who makes trouble look too damn good. “Besides, it's starting to grow on me.” 

ty to my bestie @acourtofchaos for reading and letting me nag her <3 and tagging the pookies who encouraged me to write it: @thatdammchickennugget @papercorgiworld @weirdowithnobeardo dividers from here! ty for reading lovelies!!!!

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[wendinope03]

My favorite version of "/jk (unless?👀👀👀)" that I made is this, and I wish I had more uses for it.

I'm sorry. (I'm not.)

I'm kidding. (Never was.)

I'll behave. (Never will.)

Like PLSSSS gimme a reason to slam this after an extremely flirty/down-bad comment PLSSSSSSS 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[celabi]

First time sending an ask lmao apologies if i do this wrong or long-

Ok so i have a fun idea for Scummy Scara

We all know Yae and Ei have a little thing but what if Yae had a niece that just happened to be extremely flirty and sly (the Yae bloodline is just blessed to be smooth)

For the sake of plot, reader has been off at school somewhere else and just moved in with auntie Miko.

So imagine if you will;

Ei kicks the door down to Scara's room one fine Saturday morning and starts digging through his closet. Scara, having gone to bed around 3-4 in the morning, is obviously pissed off at his mother and proceeds to yell and scream at her.

"We're having dinner with Miko and her Niece. I want you to shower and dress nicely." Ei stated as she went to clean the best clothes Scara had (slightly torn band shirt, long sleeve undershirt, and some ripped black jeans) and left him to cuss her out while he tried to get a few more hours of sleep.

Ei kicks the door in again closer to 5:30 PM and drags Scara out of the bed and in the bathroom. After much shouting and wrestling, Scara smelled better and Ei forced him to sit still while she fixed up his hair. "Behave. And be nice to her niece, she just moved here and needs some friends."

Scara did not care.

Until he saw you standing next to Miko. Scara felt his face flush when the two of you locked gazes. Your fox ears, decorated in piercings, twitched a bit as you held a hand out to him. "Hey, I'm (Name), nice to meet you."

"I... Uh.. I... My name is Scaramouche..." Ei and Miko simply shared a look as they walked into the fancy restaurant. "You gonna shake my hand or are you just gonna stare?" You asked with a playful grin. Scara flushed bright red as he placed his hand in yours, attempting to shake it. Only for you to raise it to your lips and press a soft kiss to it. "Pleasure to meet you, Scaramouche~ Come on, I wanna get to know you better." And so you pulled a bright red flabbergasted Scaramouche into the restaurant.

As for the more scummy HCs;)

- Constantly wants to touch your ears and tail, wonders if pulling on them will give him a 'nice' reaction if ykwim.

- You, in turn, offer up a deal. He can touch your more fox features if

A.) He's gentle.

B.) Lets you do something to him in return.

((He always hopes you spit in his mouth (or on him) or step on him, especially if you wear platformers))

But the most you do is a teasing kiss on his ear or do his make-up. (When in a relationship you put lipstick on and kiss him to give him lipstick, just to see him all flustered and shortcircuit. Obviously 🙄)

You tease him for cuddling into your tail at night or when you cuddle but never tell him to stop. He lives to see you wear his hoodie and nothing else, just your tail hanging out and a nice view of them legss.

He has gently nommed on your ears before! Gets you blushy but then you bite his ears and get some sweet sounds out of him!! One time you gave him a headband with bunny ears and a bunny tail. You hade a fun night that day~

Just fox reader teasing the shit outta him 😋

Teasing fox reader x scummy shy bf scara ????? 😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 pls omg just him cuddling up into your tail late at night and falling asleep awww plssss omf

Him with a flirty reader is just perfect, cause he gets so flustered at the smallest things 🥺 kiss on the cheek? He’s twiddling his thumbs and pouting 🥺 I wanna flirt with him so bad omg

Love you so much for this, I love flirty fox reader 🥺

[jackietaylorsghost]

Honestly a TLOU2 about Abby going on her revenge journey and still having all her bonding time (or, you know, more) with whatstheirfaces and then... you know, basically giving her Ellie's arc, where she has to choose NOT to enact revenge against Joel... that would have been a good game.

oh definitely! if their goal was to parallel abby/lev’s journey with joel/ellie’s that would have worked SO much better. if we had met her on her journey TO jackson and travelled it with her and along the way she met lev and yara maybe trying to escape seattle and the seraphites (for a different reason plssss cus idk why we still have to have transphobia 20 years into an apocalypse) and there’d be that same arc but fleshed out and over a longer period than 2 fucking days (their day 1 together hardly counts lol) and through that bond growing abby begins to understand why joel saved ellie cus she’d do the same for this kid - in fact, she does in a way when she kills all her own people for him but it would have stuck better if a) it had been longer than a day to get her to that point of turning on the people she’s known and fought beside for years and b) we’d seen a moment of clarity like ohhhh now i get why he did it and why my revenge was unjust and wrong. it’s really amazing how they wanted to parallel abby and joel but they couldn’t even make that basic connection of abby gaining some clarity and ppl say it’s well written lmfao???!!! it was right there in front of them… but yeah anyway if she’d had that moment of understanding why joel did it and then be able to grapple with this revenge she’s set out on it would have been SO much better.

the issue is this. neil wanted to tell his story about abby. that in itself is not an issue. the issue is that bcus he wanted to pull in those big numbers, he decided ellie and joel needed to be a big part of the story too. the result is a ham fisted and heavy handed mess that doesn’t work narratively or structurally. the way it’s structured to accommodate for all the different parts makes it feel like such a slog to get through. ive played longer games that felt shorter to play than tlou2. and narratively it’s just a mess bcus the stories have been forced together in a way that doesn’t work and ends up being a hypocritical, unsubtle mess. if neil had just told a story about abby in which ellie and joel aren’t there in person (only in presence through abby’s journey) or are just there at the end when abby gets to jackson, it would have worked better narratively and structurally. and like fix the abby issues too pls - it’s extremely weird to be trying to make me sympathise with her when she’s so brutal (the way she killed joel, being sad she has no time to torture seraphites, the fact she’s top soldier in her authoritarian militia and has no qualms about wiping out a whole group and killing children etc) and generally unpleasant (horrible to mel, sleeps with owen when mel is pregnant, has a serious lack of empathy towards ellie ‘we let you live and you wasted it’ ok well u also killed someone clearly very important to her, maybe show remorse and empathy bcus losing ur dad was so painful to you?? again it’s wild the point of the game is to find empathy for abby when she behaves as she does). but again, if there’d been more than 3 days and we’d been able to see her grow and change from that person to a better person the way joel did, it just would have worked better.

[wri0thesley]

YOU ARE SOOOO BIG BRAIN PLSSS

I had not considered the idea of Diluc also being forced to be their little pet plssss. What is better than getting kidnapped by 2 hot evil men?

Getting kidnapped by 2 hot evil men along with your husband and being forced to become their toys for the rest of your life :)

But also consider, what if Dottore told poor reader that if she does a good job in whatever task she is doing he will lower the dosage of drugs he injects Diluc? Perhaps, even let him go?

OK WHAT IF

What if before reuniting the both of you together, Pantalone tells you that if you do a good performance they will let him go and Dottore tells Diluc the same? BUT in reality they just want to see the two of you waste all your energy with false hopes???

(Btw can I be the 🔥anon? )

oh my gooood . . . ugh. the absolute horror of it all; of diluc not understanding why you're being so obedient, so well-behaved, when you should be kicking and screaming - and you not understanding the same. neither of you knowing that the other has been told to be sweet and perhaps they'll take pity on you. neither of you knowing, just doing your best and hoping - only for that hope to be so cruelly stripped away.

and! too; them saying 'if you misbehave, we will hurt the other'. when you do make a mistake, it's not you who pays for it, but diluc - and if diluc, with his hot temper, fights and hisses back . . . it's you who gets the pain, the punishment. would you start to hate him? that's what they want. keeping you on that knife-edge.

swapping you to keep you on your toes; pantalone is 'kinder', but dottore at least is more honest in what he's doing. his motivations are clearer; he simply enjoys himself. pantalone fucks over your mind, dottore fucks over your body - ah, but then, there's what happens when the two of them are together, too. there's really no winning.

UGH. ANON. I AM FROTHING.

[lipstickbisous]

plssss elaborate on chris choking you with his tie 🥵🥵

breath ⟶ chris evans

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: he’ll show you what you do to him.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom!chris, degrading/dirty talk, creampie, oral (female receiving, choking, 18+ MINORS DNI

a/n: i got carried away...also it goes with this gif set! i think this might've been poorly written but oh well! thank you for the request!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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chris isn’t usually strict. he’s definitely a sweet and a gentle guy, but trust me...if you do something that’s gonna piss him off, you better understand there’ll be consequences.

let’s say it’s the after party of any sort of red carpet event. he’s taking off his suit (although he looks gorgeous in one). he’s undoing his tie and ruffling his hair because it’s been a long day and all he whats to do is treat his girl to what she deserves. that night, you looked absolutely divine in the dress you were. i mean, you were practically glowing and chris could not take his eyes off you. so when you returned to the hotel room, and you walk in to see him in just his dress shirt, pants, and that tie, whew...you’re melting.

“are you lookin’ at something, hun?” he asked with a smirk bc he fucking knows what he’s doing.

you slip off your heels and just smileeee, “not at all.”

oof that sets chris off. he does not like joking around with you like this. his hard-on is making his pants tight and he knows you can see it. he grabs your hand and puts it against his length. “you see what you do to me, baby?” he asked again, whispering right next to your ear and gently kissed it. and whew if feeling his cock through his pants wasn’t enough to make your knees melt, then idk what is. you were struggling to find the words, too busy thinking abt what he could do to you with that cock. “come on, little girl, speak up.”

he’s standing right in front of you while you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “yes, daddy” you squirm around bc there’s a little feeling between your legs that tickles.

chris definitely notices it. “atta girl,” he slurs, drunk off of you. his fingers go the straps of your dress before sliding them off of your shoulders. “look at my beautiful sweetheart,” he cooed and later your back down on the bed once you were bare in front of him. she’s so gorgeous, and she’s gonna look even better with my cock inside her. isn’t that right?”

you nod, “yes, daddy.” it was pathetic. you could only say two words at the moment and meanwhile chris was treating you like a queen. i mean, he’s dragging down your panties--white lace, mind you--and when he smells it, he lets out the most animalistic groan. and that makes you even more wet and chris is reveling in it. 

“god, baby, you’re always so wet for me,” he mumbles and puts his hand underneath your back. “turn around on your tummy for me, sweetheart.”

chris didn’t have to tell you twice. you sit sat yourself on your stomach, knees close to your chest, and your ass in the air--just the way he likes it. your cunt is literally spread open for him to look out, and even though the lighting in the room is really dim, girl, you’re glistening in front of him. that’s enough to make him nut in his pants. meanwhile, he’s on his knees at the end of the bed, sliding off the tie from his shirt, setting it next to him for later.

“now,” he whispered, and when you felt breath against your folds you realized he’s only like inches away from you. (can u imagine omg) “you’re gonna behave for your daddy, right?” you didn’t even expect yourself to but jesus christ you whimper out a yes. “good girl,” this man chuckles that out from the depths of his chest. you’re expecting like another question or for him to at least tease you, but nopeeeee he latches his mouth to your core and immediately starts licking through your slit. 

it’s an awkward position to try and grab his hair so your hands are moving all over the sheets, practically pulling the bedding apart. and you know what chris does? he laughs when he sees how he’s making you feel. and that sends vibrations straight through your body. your knees are about to collapse when he tightens his lips around your clit. you’re trying so hard to not scream because you’re not at home and there are people next door. “come on, baby, i wanna hear something,” he mutters while sticking his tongue inside your hole and that’s enough to make u burst. “i wanna hear how good your daddy makes you feel, okay?” 

you finally let out a loud wave of noise but you’re still too scared to make too much sound. “oh, fuck,” you sob when his thumb makes contact with your clit. the stimulation is overwhelming and your legs are shaking all by themselves--chris thinks it’s adorable. the only free hand he has left grabs the tie he had set right next to him. he breaks contact with your pearl--you whine at that, and in return, a pinch to your leg with a “what do i say about whining”--and he wraps the tie around his fist. before he can bring you over the edge, he stops and kisses your inner thigh. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you hear a zipping sound and the clatter of a belt. there’s a soft clump of something on the carpeted floor and then you feel chris drag his tip through your slit.

he groans, “my baby, always so perfect for her daddy,” without any sort of warning, he shoves--and y’all know what i mean when i say SHOVES--it inside your hole. “god, i’m just stretching you open, aren’t i?” he immediately sets a rough pace and the speed has his skin slapping against your rapidly. “i make you feel so good, don’t i, little girl? tell me, baby, how good do i make you feel?”

you try to sit yourself up at least on your elbows because he’s making you crumble, but instead of balancing yourself, you scream when he opens you wide enough to touch your cervix. you’re speaking jibberish-- “mhm, fuck, daddy...it’s so big, i- fuck!”--literally incoherent noises that strokes chris’ ego. he takes the tie around his fist and wraps it around your neck, squeezing his palm and watching your eyes burst open. now, you’re stumbling over your own words and trying to find some sort of air supply, but chris is cutting off everything. “is this what i do to you? i fuck you, dumb, don’t i?” 

then, he pulls you up by the tie high enough that you don’t have to depend on your arms for support anymore. your vision is turning fuzzy and you start seeing little specks. you manage to mutter out a choked, “so...good.”

“i know it is, sweetheart,” he furrows his brows because no matter how many times he pounds into you, you’re always so tight. “fuck, your pussy’s so good to me. always making me feel so good, always so tight. you love my cock so much, don’t you, baby? you love it so much you just need to make it feel good, right?” you nod (again, pathetically) and turn your head to look at him.

his hair that was neatly combed was now ruffled and an absolute mess. there was sweat running down his forehead, and his lower lip was gently twitching. he didn’t look back at you--no, chris’ attention was focused on watching his cock sink into your hole, only to pull it back out and shove it back in. and he doesn’t let go of the tie. he’s keeping you up there, breaking any sort of contact you had with oxygen. “my dumb fucking baby. doesn’t even know how to speak,” he laughs and it destroys you. “that’s how good i fuck her.”

your hands are grabbing at nothing and you’re an absolute mess. the core inside of you is tightening with every thrust chris takes and you’re trying to hold it in as much as you can. “i can feel that, sweetheart,” he tightens the tie. “do you really think i’m stupid?” he spits onto your cheek. “i can feel you around me, baby, i’ve fucked this pussy so many times. i know when you’re about to cum, and sweetheart, i’m about to cum too. i’m gonna fill up your fucking pussy, all the way up, and you’re gonna keep it inside you, alright?” you nod, but you start to claw the restraint around your neck. “i don’t think so, little girl.”

you can’t see anything now, just blindly trying to remove the tie and move your hips toward chris but he’s got them frozen with just one hand. “come on, baby, i know how good it feels,” you moan louder than before. you’re a hot mess now, blubbering without any supply of air, eyes squeezed shut, hot tears running down your cheeks. it’s a sight. “just cum for me. cum for your daddy, be a good girl.”

with a muffled scream, you let go and release everything you have onto his cock. it’s still drilling inside you and touching the spot inside you that makes you absolutely wild. his grip on the tie just barely loosens. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re makin’ me feel so good,” he sort of cries, and you clench yourself around. he laughs--deeply. “this beautiful cunt is all mine. i’m gonna fill it up with my cum, put a fucking baby inside you--” he stutters before he can finish his sentence and there’s a warm heat releasing inside you. just by feeling his strings of cum mark up your walls, you melt into the mattress.

chris stays like that for as long as he can. he’s holding it inside you with the rest of the strength he has, and when his cock finally softens he pulls it out. there’s a deep groan that echoes through the room when he sees his cum start to drip out of your hole. “oh baby,” he coos, spreading it open and watching the rest spill. “what a good girl. my good girl.” chris places a quick kiss on your folds and leaves the rest of both your clothing on the floor.

ya idk how to end this they kiss, go to sleep and whatever. @cno92 @honeysucklesteve @inactivewhore what do we think