#oooooh when will it get better

[v01dfeathers]

why the fuck do I even try ✨

[random-cockroach]

okay maybe my brain can switch up to 7 moods and lock on 3 things simultaneously but I can't for the life of me play their pretend to die or live to trick song and a depression is coming symphony of a dying love

Decepticon Prowl because I was thinking a lot about that animatic today ;)

[vamptastic]

My teenage sister spent like two hours showing me all these nefarious tiktok influencer twinks and their shenanigans yesterday. Find a real fag to hag for... this is just sad

[rhiannonsknife]

oooooh ella’s new post…femme cowgirl jackie taylor save me, save me femme cowgirl jackie taylor

── COWGIRL!JACKIE TAYLOR HEADCANONS

— warnings: some fluff. fem!reader. switch!jackie. this is probably ooc, but whatever. nsfw content. mdni.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who calls you sugar…

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who picks you a wildflower every time she comes back from a ride <33 tucking it behind your ear and getting on the tip of her toes for a kiss <33

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who gets home from the fields sweaty and dusty and exhausted, and practically melts into your touch the minute you sit her down and start unlacing her boots for her.“you’re too good to me…” she’ll mumble, eyes fluttering when you start massaging her calves.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who can’t stop teasing you during chores around the house on the days she gets home early, sneaking up behind you when you’re bent over and squeezing your hips. if you want to get anything done, you’ll have to send jackie out to find something better to do.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who has a soft little habit of muttering ‘that’s my girl’ under her breath when she watches you do literally anything <333

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who knows every back road for miles & takes you on long rides through the fields at sunset, your arms wrapped around her waist, your face buried in her hair.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who fucks you against a tree, knowing you’re too far out for anyone to catch you.

𐚁 makeout sessions in the hayloft with cowgirl!jackie?? “race you,” she calls over her shoulder when you first enter. even though you pretend to groan, you follow fast, climbing the ladder and catching her just as she swings a leg over the edge. with a mock growl, you tackle her into the hay, the two of you tumbling together. “hey!” jackie yelps as you sit up, straddling her hips, hands braced beside her head. she leans up, grinning, and catches your mouth in a kiss.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who looks up at you from under the brim of her hat while she’s dozing in the sun during a picnic. you don’t realize she’s watching you at first, too busy fussing with the cap of your bottle, biting your lip in concentration. jackie shifts beside you, one arm slung behind her head, the other resting lazily on her stomach. her hat is tilted forward to shield her eyes from the afternoon sun, but when you glance over, you catch the barest sliver of her gaze beneath it. “y’look really pretty when you’re thinking that hard,” she says.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who tugs her gloves off with her teeth………..when you jokingly tell her she looks hot doing it, she ducks her head and blushes so hard she nearly trips over her boots.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who tugs you into her lap in the truck after a long day (at the fucking rodeo or something, i don’t know 😭) pulling you over the center console with a low grunt and murmuring against your neck, “missed you all damn day…”

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who gets so flustered when when you grab her belt loops to yank her closer (also: she always wears a belt buckle she won at said rodeo)

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who practices her lasso skills just so she can lasso you around the waist and pull you into her lap with a smirk.

𐚁 sneaking up on cowgirl!jackie from behind while she’s brushing the horses. she hums when you wrap your arms around her waist, murmuring: “you like watching me from back there, don’t you?”

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who always blushes when you kiss the freckles on her shoulders!!!

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie with tan lines…….

— nsfw content.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who tries to act all tough in front of others but turns into a whimpering mess the second you get her alone behind the stables, tugging your hand under her jeans, begging so, so sweetly for you to touch her.

𐚁 this is completely irrelevant but it’s been too long since i last spread the yj bush agenda so say it with me: full bush cowgirl!jackie <33

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who grinds her hips down against your thigh when you pin her back against the hayloft wall, too shy to ask for it out loud yet so needy she can’t stop herself. the whole loft creaks under the slow roll of her hips and she gasps your name when you finally slip your hand past the waistband, your fingers soaked before you even touch her properly.

𐚁 taking cowgirl!jackie’s hat off and putting it on yourself…she jokes about it until you’re naked (except for that hat) and bouncing on her lap. “god damn,” jackie gasps then, kissing up your neck. “you wear it better than do…”

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who ties your wrists above your head with one of her leather reins…

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who loves it when you ride her, whether it’s her fingers, her thigh or her strap. she loves to feel you get desperate for it, and the sensation of your clit dragging across her denim. she doesn’t even mind that you’re soaking through it. she tugs your hair to make you look her in the eye while you move on her lap. “look at me, pretty thing. i wanna see you when you come.” she whispers. “that’s it, baby, ride it out. let me feel you make a mess”

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who rides you just as good, teasing you so much you want to sob, then getting desperate and bouncing harder, her thighs burning and her breath catching on every slap of skin on skin.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who whimpers when you grab the front of her open flannel, tugging her up into a messy, teeth-clashing kiss while you’re grinding down against her abs, feeling her muscles flex and tremble under your body.

𐚁 guys….cowgirl!jackie who makes you ride the saddle in the barn…? not a horse in sight, just you, naked and flushed, bare cunt grinding down on the worn leather while she watches from the hay bale with her chin in her hand and her lip between her teeth, whispering, “good girl. just like that. show me how much you want it”

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who has a pair of old chaps that she never meant to wear and the one time she walks in wearing nothing except those, you just about fall to your knees.

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who makes you say please. please, jackie. please can i touch you. please can i come. please can i eat you out…

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who presses the toe of her boot between your thighs under the table at a roadside diner. “didn’t say you could ride it,” she warns when you start grinding your hips against it. “sit still.”

𐚁 riding cowgirl!jackie’s boot…

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who unbuttons her shirt on the porch just to tease you, standing in the evening light, hips cocked and collarbones glowing. “hot day, baby,” she says when she watches you staring. “you want me to stop?”

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who licks her thumb and presses it to your clit while you’re already stuffed full of her fingers/strap, rasping: “so pretty like this”

𐚁 cowgirl!jackie who packs under her jeans on nights out and doesn’t even tell you until she pulls you into the bar bathroom, slams the stall door shut, and whispers: “be quiet, baby. you wanna be good for me, don’t you?” before pulling her zipper down and guiding your hand to where she’s ready for your mouth.

[priceinjection]

thinking about older bf john or simon who holds me accountable to study. like, oh, you wanna go out tonight? don't you have an exam tomorrow? constant check ins etc. god forbid he catch my ass procrastinating too much

oooooh yeah you get it

even better though, you're dating both of them and they are ON YOUR ASS

I feel like they're weirdly controlling over it. Like they have the log in to your canvas or whatever site the college uses and they are constantly checking your assignments and checking in. Literally does not matter if they're halfway across the world on assignment, you're getting texts about your paper due this Friday and it better be submitted if you even THINK you're going out this weekend.

Helicopter parent type shit with them, if you have to study for a test they're heavily involved. Simon has you sat on his lap while Price is across from you two, quizzing you on different terms and practice questions. No matter how much you squirm or try to rile them up into just bending you over the table and fucking you instead, they wont budge. It's absolute torture for you but goddamn do you do well on your exams every time.

Writing papers is the worst of it though. With the amount of paperwork your boyfriends do at work they are absolutely BRUTAL editors. Showing them your first draft has you absolutely shaking handing the paper over. The worst part is they're dead silent while they mark your paper, only the sound of their pens scratching and scribbling. You practically have to rewrite the entire paper by the end of their editing. Which of course they sit with you to do.

John and Simon are absolute nightmares when it comes to your school work, but you always get good grades.

And they always reward their little academic weapon generously.

[parkertfs]

Roommate Reprogramming

part 1

Both of us were gay tops and we were both single when we moved in. Neither of us wanted to date each other but we agreed to fuck now and then to let off steam together. I have the bigger dick but he never understood what that meant: I should be the one on top and he should be bottoming.

“Why do you not like bottoming?” It was a genuine question but I had an ulterior motive.

“I just don’t cum without my dick, honestly wish I could based on how amazing bottoms make it sound.”

As you wish.

“Well what if you could? Like what if there were ways to make you more sensitive there, would you do it?” I posed it to him mostly for consent but also to see how hard the process would be.

“I mean I’ll try, what do you have in mind?”

-

He was very hesitant and whiny at first, but the cage locked around his soft cock, squeezing just enough to force the state of softness permanently.

“Take this.” I held a small pill out in my hand for him and he grabbed it and quickly swallowed it.

“What was that?”

“A hypnotic drug.” I was avoiding the question but he saw through it.

“What the fuck did I just swa-” He started but couldn’t continue as a hand shot back to his ass and he was silenced.

I watched as he shut his eyes tight and reached for his cock, only to find the cold cage.

“Try your hole.”

He shoved his fingers under his waistband, reaching as far towards his hole as he could before he plunged all but his thumb inside himself.

So. I began.

“With anything inside you, suggestions work much better.” Sweet, meaningful, but clear. He looked up at me with a confused look.

“Of course they do…” He continued to gently fuck himself on his hand.

“Following my orders makes you so happy.”

A dopey smile spread across his face.

“Your ass is extremely sensitive.”

Hand-shoving got faster.

“You don’t need your cock to cum.”

“Oooooh fuck! Mmmmmh!”

“Your hole can take anything.”

His hand slipped and he was wrist-deep, each time his mouth opened, a breathy slut-like moan filled the air.

I was so turned on and he was pushing all the right buttons, so it wasn’t really a thought before I said, “You only cum when I tell you to.”

-

And so chastity cages, routine fucking, and some flavorless hormone supplements added to his meals (and of course none added to mine) started to change him.

He would wake up with cum covering his stomach and sheets, not getting off in weeks but being constantly horny and fucked left him delirious and only jizzing in his sleep.

I had started to notice the physical changes from the hormones within the first two weeks. His upper body stayed about the same while his lower body was gaining muscle and fat like no tomorrow. Pants that were loose a week ago now showed off the massive jiggling came that hung off his lower back like a shelf. Aside from the growing, the only other thing to note was the hair loss across all but his head. Where he used to be a sasquatch, he was now smoother across his arms, legs, and especially ass.

After a month had passed I received a photo from him.

It was his naked, juicy, fuckable, work-of-art ass.

Followed by the sentence:

“Please let me cum.”

[occasional-yan-stuff]

Yandere!Meta!Otome Love interest X GN!Isekai!reader

details: Isekai, angry yandere, reincarnation

warnings: man handling, nonconsensual kissing, threats of violence (not towards reader), possessive behaviors, obsessive behaviors, implied stalking, allusions to infidelity, death by old age

pt 2

You didn't feel it when you died. You were already so old. It was peaceful in your sleep. When you awoke you noticed so much had changed. Your skin was smooth and no longer loose. Your hair was soft once more and all the pains in your body were gone. The room wasn't one you recognized either. Well... it was familiar but you couldn't remember from where.

You approached the mirror and your eyes went wide when you realized. You hat turned into the protagonist from your favorite phone game! The very game you had spent so many hours in when you were stuck in your bed and could do nothing else but play games and watch TV. Your grandchildren always said that it was "cringe" for someone your age to play games like that but you didn't care. The boys were so pretty and charming.

Your favorite boy was one named Caspian. He was aloof and mysterious and his route was only playable when you had romanced all the other boys. The thing was, you didn't have to wait that long. You had played his route so many times you practically knew it by heart. You knew just the ways to act differently from the original route to make him curious about you. You knew everything to say to wiggle your way into his heart.

Kissing him in real life was so different from how the game had always described it. He tasted like black berries and moonlight. You never understood what the game meant when it described him like that but now... you did. And you understood how sweet and passionate he was. It was better than any man you had ever kissed in real life. He was better than any man you had ever loved in real life.

You got to redo all of your favorite scenes with him. When he saved you from wolves, when you cooked together, even some of the scenes you had originally had to pay money for. You knew what to say. You had payed for the knowledge in your past life. You lived through the whole route, just as you remembered it. Part of you had worried that when you finished the route it would all go black and you'd just be gone but... it didn't. You got to live on and experience everything beyond the story.

It was hard to know how to act at first since you didn't have the guide but eventually you just started expressing your real personality. Surprisingly, that didn't put him off. Being who you really were made you love him even more. You got married and moved in together. Each day he would come to wake you with a smile on his face that you hardly ever saw in the game.

"Good morning, beloved!" he would always say.

The two of you grew old together and eventually you died, just like the death you had had the first time. Still, although you two had a whole life together, you never truly did come to see him as anything more than a character.

When you woke up again you were back at the start of the game. Oooooh. So this is how it worked. You preceded to date and have a life with every single boy. Issac, a flirty bad boy, Terry, a golden retriever, Leo, the princely type (and the actual prince), and Gregory, the tsundere. Each one was an amazing experience but you noticed something odd... Caspian didn't act like he did in the game.

In the game, he would always avoid the MC and treated them like they werenent worth their time. Now, he was always catching you berween scenes, trying to strike up conversations in the hallway and listening to you silently in group scenes. He never payed any attention to the MC... what was different. Not only that, but every route you went through, he seemed more and more intent on interacting with you and getting to know you. By the end he was even flirting with you on occasion and sometimes, in payed scenes, you could swear you felt eyes on you through the window. This... wasn't supposed to happen.

Finally, you had been through all the routes. This life was going to be very exciting because you had a huge plan for this one. You were going to go against the script of the game, act as your self, and see what happened.

That's what you thought, anyway.

Shortly after waking up on day one, you heard a knock at the door. This definitely wasn't how the story went. Hesitantly and with much confusion you approached the door. It opened with a creak and there before you was Caspian. He was tall and dark and angry. Before you had time to say anything at all, he grabbed your face. Not hard enough to hurt terribly, but enough to press your inner cheeks up against your teeth.

"Good morning, beloved," He said through clenched teeth. You swallowed a lump in your throat.

"Have we ever met before?" your eyes darted around frantically as you tried your best to make your smile look clueless. Surely, he couldn't have remembered you. How could he? You had both died and none of the other characters had remembered.

"Don't play dumb with me," he snarled as he released your face, grabbed your arm, and pulled you up to his chest. Maybe it had something to do with you romancing him first? By not waiting to unlock him like you would in the actual game, something in the universe was rewritten, making him aware, like you.

"H-how did you-" you could hardly push a thought out.

He held you firmly by the waist before tossing you into a carriage. He locked the doors behind him after joining you.

"Do you have any idea what its like," he asked, crossing his arms as the carriage began to move, "To watch the person who pledged themself to you pledge themself to four other men?"

"Well, I didn't think yo-"

"You were supposed to love ME!" He was livid. You had never seen him this mad before. There was really no way to respond. He was leaning in so close to you now.

"Where are we going?" Was all you could bring yourself to ask.

"I'm taking you to our house," he said, "the house with all of our memories."

The tension was so thick. You couldn't bring yourself to say anything as he stared you down for the entire ride, occasionally taking a break to look you up and down. As angry as he was with you and the men who had taken you from him, he was also so very excited to have you again.

You pulled up outside of his mansion and he unlocked the doors. Your body was slung over Caspian's shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he carried you inside. He plunked you down in your usual spot on the couch. It was so familiar. Almost nostalgic.

"You are never leaving our house again," his voice was acidic, "if you try to then I'll have no choice but to make you regret it," a sadistic smirk appeared on his face, "and if I find out that you left me to go be with one of those men," his hand floated to the knife on his belt, "well, I'll just have to deal with him, won't I?"

Not a single word could be extracted from your lips. You were too full of fear. A creaking sound could be heard when he sat down on the couch next to you. You shuddered when he put his arm around your shoulder. He cupped your chin, more gently this time, using his thumb to part your lips.

"You'll always be mine," his smirking face was so close to yours that you could feel his warm breath on your face, "in this life or the next, you'll always be mine."

He pressed his lips against yours, hungry and demanding. He forced his tongue into your mouth. Despite your fear, he tasted like black berries and the harsh light of the moon.

[2tarbell]

do u think sneakylink!rafe would accidently (prob drunk/high) spill to his friends or even jj that he is hooking up with reader?? and does it all get ruined when he does 🥺

oooooh, i like ur brain hang on…

sneakylink!rafe is so aware of how pogue!reader feels about ANYTHING. like that boy is so tuned into her emotions. i’m talking looks across parties, too long hugs, like crazy intense eye contact (definitely NOT casual but i digress…..) he knows yapping all about it would ruin anything they have or might have. which is why he makes sure to steer clear of jj when he’s fired up (read: drunk or high) because one crazy look and rafe knows he wouldn’t be able to hold it in, “yeah, well that’s why i had yo girl on her back and—“

he can’t let that happen, though. he wants to be… better. definitely has nothing to do with her… :3

but… he’s also a sucker for validation. so, he wouldn’t ever brag about her by name just… very vaguely in that kook way. just so his boys know he’s getting some. he’s intoxicated, but always thinking of the consequences of not having their little meet ups anymore. talking ‘bout “nahh, you’ve never had pussy like this, bro, trust.”

and when his friends are all like who who who, what does she look like, do we know her, etc etc. he just shuts them down. saying it’s none of their business. the switch up raises slight suspicions but nothing he can’t talk his way out of!!!

definitely brags when he’s…. inside of her. that’s really how he gets the itch scratched. because (despite what reader thinks) he’s in actual awe of this girl and that she’s “wasting her time” on him, he’s gotta let it be known somehow! the dirty talk is fr unmatched. (“too fuckin’ pretty… this shits mine, yeah? s’all for daddy?”)

best and worst part is, reader is all glowy and all the pogues think it’s just because jj is laying it DOWN. reader just nods and smiles “yup…. 🙂”

[charliemwrites]

Oooooh I finally did it!! Mafia au part 6! A little bit of that sweet angst/comfort.

Content: Violence, Previous Injury (mentioned), Panic Attack (non-descriptive)

Let it be said: Johnny’s no snitch.

Outgoing (“loud” Simon would grumble) as he is, he doesn’t run his mouth about anything important. Doesn’t talk business over a pint or boast his connections in bar disagreements. Doesn’t drop names, flash heat, throw around the weight of his employer. Has never spilled a single fucking secret, not for knives, acid, a fucking gun to his head.

Oh, and please don’t tell the boss.

Let it also be said: Johnny is loyal.

He would happily lay down his life for any of his comrades, lives and dies for SpecGru – for Price. And even though you’re new, you’re one of them now. You’ve quickly found and secured your place in Price’s inner circle, different as you may be. Johnny would go to war for you, and your silly pink sticky notes.

Still, keeping something – anything from the boss. Even a private matter like this…

It happened on SpecGru property, that makes it SpecGru business. And it happened to you, which makes it Price’s business.

That you don’t already know that is… well, that’s between you and the boss. Johnny’s already too involved as it is. (Not that he regrets helping you. Not a bit. If he had his way, that little prick would have left with his teeth in his pocket and a new appreciation for his remaining thumb).

So now Johnny is stuck. He likes you; he really does. That you trust him with something so personal isn’t lost on him, especially in this line of work. He also has a healthy fear of your wrath. (You may not carry any weapons he’s seen, but you’ve got Price grimacing when you narrow your eyes just so. Johnny knows where his cupcakes are made, and he likes them without arsenic, thank you). So, personally, he wants to be able to honor your request to keep the matter private.

But then there’s Price, and whatever he’ll do to Johnny if – when – he finds out about all this.

Johnny’s solution?

“Christ, Gaz, ya shoulda seen it. Never seen the little miss tell someone off like that. Graves woulda been shakin’ in his boots. Will have to ask security for a recording of it.”

Gaz, unimpressed with Johnny’s volume, rolls his eyes and walks away, muttering about tea for his sudden headache. And Price, sitting at his desk, twitches and reaches for his phone.

Mission: accomplished.

Not the most elegant, but he’s a mafia lieutenant, not a fuckin’ spy. Now, to get those pastries you like before Price sees the footage.

“Luv?”

You glance up from the expense reports you’ve been working through for the better part of an hour. Mr. Price is leaning in the doorway to his office, shoulder to the jamb. There’s… an odd look on his face. You’ve never seen it before, don’t have it categorized in your mental files.

“Yes, boss?” you ask, straightening up.

“A word?”

You blink. That’s… different. You don’t like it.

Price is a steady sort of man. Not predictable, but consistent. That this is new, unusual, unfamiliar, makes you uneasy. Reminds you of your last boss, who could call you into his office with an affable grin, only to spend thirty minutes berating you for anything and everything he could think of.

Price has never done that, nothing even close… but you can’t suppress the slight shake in your hands as you smooth your skirt down. Hide it with a little flick of your wrists before grabbing for your ever-trusty tablet. Hell, you probably don’t even need it, but at this point it’s practically a comfort item. Maybe you should name it, put some googly eyes on it.

“Sweetheart?”

You startle a bit. Realize your feet have already carried you into his office and followed him right to his desk. Except instead of standing at his elbow as usual, you’re facing him across his desk. Like you did during your interview with him, when you were still strangers. Like you used to do for your previous boss.

“Oh, sorry, sir,” you chirp, forcing your usual brightness, “those expense reports, ya know? What did you need me for?”

Without a word, he spins his computer monitor around. Your brow furrows as you process the video playing on the screen. You. Soap. Brandon. Your stomach sinks.

There’s no sound, but there doesn’t really need to be. Even in profile, the expressions are crisp – high end cameras. You feel numb as the scene plays out all over again. You and Brandon snipping at each other back and forth. Your rigid spine, stiff shoulders. Brandon’s sleezy confidence. Soap, getting visibly aggravated as the seconds pass.

And there it is, the moment you spun on your heel, done with the conversation, and Brandon reached for you.

When you see Soap’s hand snap out – just a blur on the screen – you have to sit. Muscle memory collects your tablet in your lap, sweaty hands stacking neatly on top of it. Your heart is beating either too fast or too slow.

Your eyes stay locked on the screen until you and Soap disappear into the elevator, and the video stops.

“Should I play the elevator footage as well?” Price asks, voice low and quiet. “That comes with sound.”

It takes all your years of learned discipline and cultivated poise to resist shrinking in on yourself. It does not, however, stop your eyes from burning.

“Sir,” you say, struggling to keep your voice even, “I am so sorry.”

There’s a beat of tense silence as you gather yourself, throat getting tighter and tighter. Your head is spinning with fear and anxiety. What he’ll say, what he’ll do. How you could possibly damage control this.

“I-I don’t even know how he found out where I work,” you say, “and Soap w-was just trying to help. If I’d known that would happen, I would have taken it outside.”

You can barely look at Price as your voice break midway through, the panic leaking into your tone even as you stay frozen in place.

“Did we – is he suing? Is – is that why—?”

The tears escape despite your efforts, dripping fast and down your cheeks as you shudder in a breath. You can’t pay for a lawsuit, especially not if you’re fired over this. And you don’t want to lose this job. You love this job, you love—

“Oh, darling, what a mess you’ve made of yourself.”

You sniffle as Price rounds his desk and kneels in front of you, plucking his handkerchief from his breast pocket. He tuts at you when you open your mouth to protest, already blotting at your cheeks with a surprisingly gentle touch.

“There now, no need to cry,” he soothes, thumbing away another tear before it can fall. “I know it takes you ages to get your eyeliner right. This is nothing to ruin it over.”

“But…”

“I’m not angry, luv,” he continues, voice still low and quiet. This time, it doesn’t make your shoulders tense. “Wasn’t before and definitely not now. Chin up, there’s a dear.”

“Y-you’re not?” you warble.

“Not a bit,” he answers. “Not at you, at least.”

“Then why…?” You gesture weakly at the computer screen.

He sighs, something almost fond passing over his face. “Darling, you could have been hurt. Imagine if Soap hadn’t been there. All of us on the top floor, waiting for you to get back, not knowing something was wrong.”

He shakes his head, cradling your cheek with the same hand that brushed away your tears.

“You’re one of mine, you understand? Anything that happens to you is my responsibility,” he explains. “And I didn’t… enjoy that you want to keep something like this from me.”

You drop your eyes in shame. Of course. An employee assaulted on company ground, his personal assistant no less. Price would never stand for that sort of thing. He looks out for his own, looks out for you.

“Hey, look at me, luv. None of that now,” he coaxes. “I just want to get to the bottom of why you didn’t want to tell me.”

It occurs to you that that tone you heard earlier might have just been genuine worry and maybe… a bit of hurt. You twist your hands in your lap as you gather your words.

“I didn’t… it wasn’t because of you,” you murmur. “I just… was so embarrassed. And I didn’t want to make it your problem. I’m supposed to make your life easier, not harder.”

He huffs, but you’re relieved to see wry amusement on his face now.

“No more of that,” he orders, as softly as he when he wiped your face. “Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“There’s a love.” He gently pinches your cheek, then stands. “Stay here, I’ll get you a cup of water. Take a moment, yeah?”

You nod, sniffling again. He squeezes your shoulder as he passes, and you finally let yourself breathe. Not getting fired, not getting sued. And Price isn’t mad at you. Christ, he needs to work on his approach.

“Kyle.”

“Yeah, boss?”

“Look into that knob from the lobby. And the little miss’s last boss.”

“You’ve got it.”

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[married-to-google-translater]

Request: Ok, but imagine this: any of the Yandere Diasomnia boys with a multilingual fem darling. I myself speak English, Spanish, and French. If the boys cross a line, their darling. Will. Snap. If she’s really mad, there’s a good chance that yelling will be in Spanish or French. Thoughts? I hope this isn’t too much. I’m sorry if it is.

@onehellofashadynerd

Sebek is here

This is for Malleus and Lilia

Yandere Lilia Vanrouge

Awwwwwe it's cute that you think you can hide something from Lilia.

Oh dear it really wouldn't be that easy.

Despite his youthful nature, Lilia would have lived a very long life.

He would be great at understanding hidden meanings and small gestures.

You two really don't need to speak the same language for him to understand what you mean.

Lilia would find this interesting.

It's never too late to learn a new language.

However, you really weren't willing to teach him anything at all.

Which would be understandable after the kidnapping.

Lilia would decide to learn the language on his own.

Oooh, this is going to be interesting.

Your surprised expression when you realize Lilia understands what you're saying in the middle of an argument would be worth it.

Unfortunately, Lilia would learn things REALLY fast.

You'd better enjoy this benefit while you still can.

Yandere Malleus Draconia

A lot of funny situations could arise from this.

Malleus would admire your ability to speak several languages and learn them quickly.

He thinks this could help you adjust to your "new home".

Your new home that would be your home even if you don't necessarily want it.

Oh you could speak many foreign languages with him.

Malleus really wouldn't understand what you were saying.

If you said an insult in a friendly tone, Malleus would think it was cute for him.

Oooooh you made him so happy.

Of course when he finds out the true meaning of the word you would be punished.

Malleus really doesn't like it when you yell at him, and he likes it even less when you yell in a foreign language.

It would be a reminder that you would have had a life without him.

A possessive dragon doesn't like to be reminded of that.

If you continued this, you would probably get "time out".

A nice way of saying that Malleus puts a sleep curse on you so he can cuddle you in peace.

How to resolve conflicts in a relationship 101

[thethronezone]

Oooooh can I ask for the primarchs and how they will play with my child!?

Mortarion - So damn awkward. Like, he gives his kid a ball and is like "Go play" and then when they try throwing it to him he's like "???" because do they not want the toy? It takes him a while to realize that they want him to play with them and while he does oblige, he's so befuddled the entire time. Played fetch with his kid for the longest time before someone pointed out that that's something you do with a dog and he got very embarrassed and ashamed (and quite furious because that's what his adoptive father did with him sometimes).

Fulgrim - Arts and crafts with dad! Music-time with papa! Fencing lessons with father! Whatever activity Fulgrim performs with his child, he tries to impart some kind of lesson unto them. For him, play-time is not just for fun, it's also a very important development tool so he's very meticulous about what they do.

Angron - Mostly just supervise but sometimes he does join his kid if they ask him or he's feeling particularly stable at the moment. Let's his kid decide what to do and just follows along with whatever they want. Playing pretend? Sure. Racing? He'll jog so they'll have a chance at keeping up. Just happy with whatever and really treasures these moments and tries to make them last as long as possible.

Magnus - Puzzles, puzzles, puzzles. These games require a mixture of intelligence and psychic skills to solve. Magnus tries so hard to let his kid solve them on their own and not railroad them into the solution. Also likes playing catch with his kid but with a psychic twist on it, as they can only catch the ball with their powers and are allowed to use them to add momentum to the throw.

Perturabo - Acts like he doesn't care, sitting at his desk working while his kid play in the corner, but he will be lowkey watching the entire time and making notes of everything. He's also the kinda guy to tell his kid that they are playing wrong, those aren't the rules, but only because he deep down wants them to have fun and thinks his way is better than theirs.

Alpharius - Let's go to work with dad! Takes the child with them on safer missions or includes them in the prep for minor missions. They pose this as playtime but really it is also a way for them to indoctrinate and teach their kid about the work they one day expect them to fully join them with.

Lorgar - Loves loves LOVES reading his kid books or telling them stories. Has the best narrator voice and will often include his kid in the storytelling, changing the story and injecting their own characters into the story. Also likes playing pretend with them.

Horus - The type of dad who loves to play catch with his kid. It allows them to do something together while also letting them talk. Also takes his kid out hunting from an early age (with the prey getting bigger as they get older). Just loves hanging out with his kid, doing stuff together and talking about whatever.

Konrad - Hide-and-seek, which sounds cute until you realize that this is the Night Haunter we're talking about and they are playing in almost complete darkness and oh god, he's in the walls. Still, his kid is having fun and that's what counts, right? The serfs find this terrifying though. Also plays pretend with them but his little stories and scenarios always have a macabre twist or something. Again, his kid is having fun but any serfs that happen to overhear the story find themselves deeply disturbed.

Sanguinius - Loves playing pretend with his kid and finds it super endearing when they are the brave astartes sent to rescue the captured princess from some evil xenos (yes, Sanguinius is the princess in this scenario). Also loves to take his kid out flying and teaching them various aerial maneuvers and playing catch or tag in the air.

Corvus - Hide-and-seek version 2.0 and this time it's... slightly less terrifying for the onlookers. Mostly because this version of the game is all about hiding from the serfs/space marines and while looking for the other person. Also the master of quiet parallel play. He'll be doing paperwork or whatever and his kid is right next to him, doing their own thing. They both see this as playing together and it works perfectly well for them.

Ferrus - Really enjoys doing puzzles with is kid. He does take a backseat and mostly just observes (or else the puzzle would be solved in ten seconds flat) but he makes sure that he stays involved by talking to his kid, subtly guiding them and asking them just how they solved that part. Makes his own puzzles for them so that he knows it's the right blend of challenging and entertaining.

Rogal - Building with blocks except he's 1000% serious. "That building block should be five millimeters to the left for optimal stability." God forbid his kid ever wants to build a tree house because Rogal is going to railroad the whole thing and in the end that thing is going to be able to withstand orbital bombardment.

Vulkan - Picture this; Vulkan, lying on his stomach so he can play with his baby at their own height. Smiling goofily as he plays with them, talking and narrating with his softest voice. When they are very young and small, he is so very careful with them and it's only as they get a bit older and more durable that he does things like play catch.

Lion - The type of dad to let his kids crawl and climb all over him while he works and he's completely stone-faced the entire time. Child is tugging his beard? No reaction. Showing paper in their mouth? Gently pries it from their hands. But whenever no-one is looking, he will make a slight face at his kid so they will laugh. Also takes them out hunting when they get older.

Leman - Lots of playing in the snow (snowball fights are RUTHLESS) and roughhousing aka wrestling is the all-time favorite. Wresting in the snow? Now THAT'S how they do it on Fenris! WILL pick his kid up by the ankles and toss them in the snow to start shit THE instigator. Will play tug-of-war, catch and fetch too.

Jaghatai - Tag, archery, riding horses, ball-sports. These are all activites that Jaghatai likes doing with his kid. When he plays with his kid he makes it a whole-day thing because this is also a very important bonding opportunity. Instills in his kid a healthy sense of competition but also teamwork.

Roboute - Lots of physical activities like playing catch or various sports. Guilliman draws a lot of inspiration of how to play with his kid from his own childhood and as such, most games are from Macragge. He also feels like, since he spends a lot of his time doing stuff like paperwork, it would be a shame and a waste to spend the time he has together with his child sitting down.

[emeraldserenade]

OOOOOH AN IDEA BASED ON YOUR SECRET LOVERS FIC

How about Joaquin Torres x Reader where shes with Bucky's side (not rly but for the plot cuz shes an assassin) because they initially thought that it'll be better for Bucky to "monitor" her since she was a newly trained young assassin or perhaps they have a feud saying its probably better for her to be under Sam's care and her and Joaquin just be getting along while Sam and Bucky are bickering like old married couple

Not So Star Crossed Lovers ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You and Joaquín date despite your mentors fighting over who gets to keep you

tw: fem!reader, Joaquín and reader are both down bad for each other, none?, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi!! I loved this idea!!

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It wasn't always that a young assassin was sent to James Buchanan Barnes, really it was never. But when Bucky was told you were a young assassin, he decided that he could take you in. But there was a problem, Sam Wilson firmly believed that you would do better with him. That being around that many antiheroes wouldn't give you the same chance at being what you wanted that you would have with Sam in DC.

Many phone calls between Bucky and Sam happened, at some point between the phone calls, you got Joaquín Torres' number. Bucky would find you giggling and kicking your feet while you laid on your stomach talking to Joaquín over the phone. You would light up when your phone went off only to deflate a little if it wasn't Joaquín.

At some point, you and Joaquín ended up dating. Even if you've only ever seen each other in person the few times Sam would visit New York to argue with Bucky in person. But now you were sitting in a car with Bucky next to you headed to Sam's headquarters. You were practically bouncing in your seat from excitement, and Bucky just shook his head.

You were sitting next to Joaquín, the desk chair that was given to you as close to Joaquín's as you could get it. You two were talking, laughing, and sharing kisses as Sam and Bucky fought a few feet away. Joaquín showed you footage of him fighting alongside Sam and you would smile and enthusiastically tell him that he looked so cool. "I bet you look even better when you fight, hermosa," Joaquín flirted, smiling as you got shy at the nickname.

"Probably not, I don't have cool wings like you do," you said, trying to get even closer to Joaquín.

"Just sit in his lap at this point!" Sam called over as he caught you trying to get closer, you shyly laughed but Joaquín pulled you into his lap anyway. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kept talking, laughing at his stupid jokes and kissing him when you felt like it.

"I guess she can stay with you two," Bucky relented after watching you two. "I still think she'll learn more with us, but I don't think she'll be better without him," Bucky added on, a soft smile on his face as he watched you be yourself without shame.

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[random-cockroach]

Came across short story "Redemption Center", taking place in the G1 cartoon universe from Transformers Legends that Walking-on-a-scream kindly scanned and shared, and man, always loving to see characters like Starscream having rare moments of acceptance, but in the end their destinations are never easy Just a little reaction of read-through of this "what if" because, why not ahah

G1 Starscream at his best

Help, what a sheep

He is SO LOVED aha even Soundwave was rewatching the record of his death smugly happily

I mean ahah... can't blame Megatron, Starscream showed him off straight in the cosmos to die

I love when Megatron keeps Starscream just because it is easier to keep track of him this way, and the amusement factor. I love that even Soundwave's opinion doesn't matter and he knows it. Megatron does what Megatron decides. I love that no one loves Starscream and "vital" pieces will get "lost" on the way back...

Oooooh a flier who fell from the mountain and didn't transform. Everything looking like a trap and of course we will bring him straight to the base and our Prime XDD

Love that for Jazz and Ironhide XDD

Man, somehow I really like it. Of course they would step back thinking Starscream might explode. Of course Prime would step front.

AHah, lost all memories, stripped of weapons, but still feeling a pleasure at the thought of him being dangerous ~

MAN, FIRST TIME SOMEONE BEING CONSIDERABLE ABOUT WHAT HE NEEDS/WANTS

WELL YOUR BAD SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT HIM ROT THERE Who wouldn't want to change logic circuits of a decepticon who doesn't even remember who he is? Wheeljack calm down a little bit, you three sound like maniacs.

Starscream, be happy Optimus is in charge and not Wheeljack, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide or Prowl

AHAGHDSGA SPEAKING OF DEVIL, JAZZ YOU LITTLE SH- LOVE YOU

Because you are a stupid idiot trying to prove that you are better even to the rocks

Oooh I love Soundwave plotting to his best even by using his commander's paranoia and twisting words

I love this circuis ahghghfgeas

AHGDHAGDHSAG SOUNDWAVE ALSO LIKES THIS CIRCUS

*sigh* Well, his vacation went to the end...

Oh such a tricky plotty b*tch, he's back

Starscream... my sweet... you just never given a chance...

Man... He closed in himself yet again, no thoughts of that inside, he cannot let himself be absorbed by it, his goal is pointed in another direction.

[prettyboypistol]

Hi, first. I just want to say I love your blog! And I also wanted to request, how the mercs would react to an M!Reader with a daddy kink

TF2 Mercs Being Called "Daddy" || TF2 x M!Reader +18 MDNI

Scout

More confused than anything at first. You're no girl, after all. It weirds him out a little when you pull him to bed and call him Daddy.

It takes him a second to really understand that "oooooh this is a domination thing." and then he hops right in on the kink with gusto.

Honestly? Is more down to call you Daddy rather than you calling him that.

Pyro

Oh god, that's a weird one lol

They immediately start sweetly murmuring in your ear, gently feeling you up, and loving on you extra. It's like- they especially don't want to hurt you now that you've said that.

Is more into the caretaker role than you initially thought! Overall a wonderful experience for those looking for a soft dom!

Soldier

Doesn't like being called Daddy, prefers Sir if you're gonna be submissive.

"I'm not your sissy of a father, son! I am your superior and you will address me as such. Now, let me hear a "Sir, yessir!"

Will call you son/sonny if you're down for that, but if you're not, then just "private" is alright by his books.

Engie

Secretly has a massive daddy kink too, on the receiving end of it. As soon as you call him Daddy he's almost busted in his overalls as he stammers out excuses.

Has a bit of a kink for calling you his baby, his sunshine, and his little darling, etc. Things that make you feel smaller.

"Shh, it's alright sunshine, let Daddy take care of all them needs of yours."

Heavy

He doesn't understand at first, thinking that you have a thing for roleplayed incest. It's not the weirdest thing he's been down to fuck around with, but you're now high on the list.

Either way, he's down to clown around with you, calling you things like his little bear, his sweetness, and his little lover.

After you explain the details and intricacies of your kink, he understands it better and knows how to play the role a lot better than the first time.

Demoman(my beloved)

Laughs a little bit at first, but is absolutely down to be called Daddy.

"Looking for a shag with yer Daddy, huh? I can work with that."

Makes jokes about how he's an old man now, how his hips hurt from thrusting, and how "you young people and your libido" are gonna be the death of him. (all in good fun, of course.)

Sniper

Confusion, realization, and then the fun part- roleplay. He's one of the better daddy doms of the mercs when he's in the mood to actually give it his all.

Mostly, sex is a relief and a slow massage of tension out of him, so the intense stuff is usually once in a blue moon when he's really jealous, angry, or just pent up and needs to blow a load.

Will probably go in for a little bit of swatting on your ass as a playful joke, but if you're also into that be prepared to be tied by your wrists over his lap and spanked as you sob out for mercy.

Medic

He brings up Freud, and you cannot stop him. He asks you a million questions about how you first developed your kink, why does he exude the energy of someone you'd call Daddy, etc. (well, at least you're being open about your kinks before going to bed!)

Is totally fine with you calling him Daddy, hell, he probably gets off on it too!

I'm so sorry but he does hook you up to some medical shit and murmurs how "Daddy's going to take very good care of you." to see how your heartrate spikes.

Spy

Finally some good fucking food

He's canonically a semi-silver fox, so he loves to be called Daddy in the bedroom. To have you so submissive, so eager for him, it makes him feel 20 years younger but also 30 years wiser and more intelligent.

He like the feeling of control that comes with the title. It makes him feel like he doesn't have to be too vulnerable, only domineering and firm with you, albeit with a touch of kindness to keep you invested.

[batsandbirdbrains]

ok ok i love ur last post about dick being the youngest besides damian and him taking the mantle of batman when he’s 16. but i’m wondering does steph or cass take custody of them? does dick emancipate himself and take custody of damian? idk there’s something i love about the father&son dynamic that dick and damian have and i think it would be so interesting to explore in this AU. Maybe Steph and Cass are their older sisters, but Dick and Damian still have a father and son relationship because Dick wants Damian to have a good father, and lord knows that Bruce, Jason, and Tim aren’t willing to be that for him. Maybe when Tim brings Bruce back Dick has just turned 18, and has taken control over W.E., and taken custody of Damian. They all expect for him to relent and give Bruce the company and Damian back, but he doesn’t. Cass and Steph (and maybe Alfred?) all back him up. Even Talia, who never liked Dick, approves because she saw how they treated Dick and attempted to treat Damian and she was just relieved that someone was trying to cherish her Damian. Maybe Dick only gives Batman back to Bruce but keeps everything else, and even then everyone thought Dick was doing a better job as Batman. Maybe Bruce tries to force Damian to relinquish Robin so that Tim can be Robin again, so Dick and Damian become Nightwing and Flamebird. Maybe Bruce and everyone finally gets a wake up call when they realize how much Dick and Damian flourish without them, and how much good they’ve accomplished without them.

Also I’d love to see how this AU’s Teen Titans would react to all of this. I’d like to headcanon that the Titans are still like maybe 1-2 years older than Dick, which would make them a few years younger than Jason and Tim. Maybe at first they’re caught up on the cooler, older superheroes who can drive and drink and smoke and do other stuff that they’re not allowed to do yet. But then they start to realize that Tim and Jason are kind of assholes. They make Dick cry. They bully him over things like his name, his costume, his quirks, and all the other things that make him who he is. They watch their ball of sunshine slowly retreat in on himself and suddenly they’re out for blood. I want Tim and Jason to be a bit oblivious to this at first, and when they realize they don’t think much of it. They think the other heroes hate them cuz they’re bats or cuz they’re jealous. Then once Bruce comes back from the timestream, they realize that nobody likes them. Not just the other heroes, the villains of Gotham seem to harbor a special hatred for them specifically that they don’t have for Steph, Cass, Dick, or Damian. The police is wary at best around them, but outright hostile and angry with them most of the time. Even the civilians and other people of Gotham give them side eyes and frowns. But Dick, Damian, and Steph? They’re met with smiles, laughter, and trust (Cass doesn’t get anything because nobody even notices her, she’s a shadow in the night). The villains seem more annoyed and playful than outright hateful with them. The police are always willing to cooperate with them and have far more patience for them. It’s only Tim, Bruce, and Jason that people seem to hate.

OOOOOH ok Bonus: Duke comes along (aged up a bit), and Dick finally gets to experience what an actual big brother is like.

Despite having been kicked out at 13 and bouncing from couch to couch between Titans Tower, his friends’ homes, and the homes of other JL members, Bruce never actually relinquished custody of Dick. He never took him out of his will. Despite claiming that Jason and Tim were better Robins than he was, he still kept Dick as his main heir for all of his fortune and the ownership of Wayne Enterprises. Dick doesn’t know why. He didn’t even know about it until Bruce was considered dead.

So Dick becomes emancipated. Some members of the JL who have connections help push it through, and then he gets custody of Damian. It’s unusual, but they get it done. Neither Tim nor Jason offer to take custody of either of them. It’s fine though, Dick and Damian want nothing to do with them anyway.

So Dick takes custody of Damian, gives him Robin, goes out as Batman, and takes on the responsibility of running WE as best as a 16 year old can. Lucius Fox helps him a lot. He’d always liked Dick. Dick also graduates school early, and he takes college classes on the side. He’s technically enrolled in Gotham City University.

It’s a lot for a 16 year old. Alfred, in this scenario, I think would retire upon Bruce’s death. Maybe he was never particularly close with any of the kids, and so once Bruce was gone, so was he.

Stephanie, upon seeing how her ex boyfriend treated his little brothers, was disgusted with him. She was actually pretty fond of Dick, she thought he was funny and quippy and a good kid. So she shows up, and she can tell Dick is wary about her, that he doesn’t let her interact with Damian often, but she proves herself to be totally unlike Tim. The three of them get along swimmingly, it turns out. Stephanie becomes something of a big sister to both of them, but she doesn’t try to tell them what to do. She respects the fact that Dick has custody of Damian, she never tries to overstep how Dick tries to raise him. She offers support and suggestions when he asks for it, but never gives unsolicited advice. She knows Dick doesn’t like it, that he takes it as criticism, because that’s how Bruce, Jason, and Tim always spoke to him.

When Bruce comes back a couple years later, he tries to take custody back of Damian. But Damian refuses. Dick refuses. Dick is legally an adult now, he’s been Damian’s guardian longer than Bruce was, and they manage to have enough connection on the inside to prevent Bruce from taking custody of Damian away from Dick.

Dick and Damian move permanently to Blüdhaven, but Damian keeps the name Robin. Because Robin isn’t Batman’s, Damian is adamant about that. He refuses to relinquish it back to Tim. Robin is Dick’s name, it’s his legacy, and it’s his decision who gets to be called Robin. Dick chose Damian. Damian will tell that to anyone and everyone.

So Nightwing and Robin soar the rooftops of Blüdhaven. Damian attends a fancy private school in Blüdhaven that has an excellent art program, Dick did a lot of research on it. Dick continues his college classes entirely online. Anything he can’t take online, he takes at Blüdhaven State University and transfers the credits. Dick is also still heavily involved in WE, even if Bruce takes back the title of CEO. The Board actually likes Dick better, anyway.

Tim and Jason are convinced that the others in the hero community don’t like them because they’re bats. Because they’re jealous. Because they’re better than them so everyone else must be intimidated.

But then Duke joins the family. Bruce recruits Duke to join the bats when he’s 25, and he becomes Signal, and everyone else warms up to him right away. They can’t figure out what’s different.

The difference is that Dick and Damian relay how Duke treats them. Because for the first time, Dick knows what a big brother is actually supposed to be like. Duke doesn’t bully him. Doesn’t belittle him. Doesn’t harass him.

Duke may be an adult already, but he becomes sort of the family. He’s 5 years older than Dick, he’s a year or so younger than Jason and Tim. Dick is convinced that he’ll get along with Jason and Tim better, because Dick has had terrible luck with big brothers, and he doesn’t have much hope.

But Duke wants to get to know him. Duke spends time with him and Damian, doesn’t treat them like outcasts. It’s so different that Dick isn’t quite sure how to react at first.

It’s Stephanie who coaxes Dick to trust Duke, who helps him get over his trepidation of Duke joining the family.

Idk idk I like this a lot I like this whole possible world it’s fascinating.

[transformers-spike]

Heya :3 I saw a "what if Cybertronians saw a human with Tourette syndrome" ask and I was like... oooooh what about Autism? I mean like high functionning *cough cough* me *cough cough*

You know with the overstims, the "eww I hate *insert texture here* it feels weird" , the huuuge hyperfixations, the probable constant wearing of noise cancelling headsets when there's too much noise?

Like OMFFGGG NOW I'M IMAGINING RATCHET JUST BEING SO UNDERSTANDING WHEN I'M LIKE "help me I need peace or else I'll fucking explode" DURING A SENSORY OVERLOAD AND HE JUST HELPS ME GET TO A MORE QUIETER SPACE AND WAITS FOR ME TO FEEL BETTER AJDSIUFYARUKSYFHAWI-

(sorry for the rant + luv ur writing and art :>)

Bro I'm 100% into this. It's something I'm keenly familiar with because I'm also autistic.

I think the constant metal grating against metal would absolutely kill me, so noise-cancelling headphones it is.

Ratchet can be helpful in a "remove human from overstimulation" sense, while Bumblebee is a lot more keen to just hang around you until you feel a bit better. Dunno if his beeps help tho...

Smokescreen fucks up at first by being loud, but he'd pretty willing to learn, and certainly does his best to make you feel ok

Just hang around Ultra Magnus and Optimus if you want general quiet

Soundwave is helpful in the most basic way. He's a silent motherfucker, and this automatically gives him an advantage