#so that was payback for holding me hostage

[ashcadence]

My aunt forced me to watch the first episode of the live action One Piece yesterday. I saw the pilot of the anime and hated the art so didn't continue (plz don't attack me it's just not my taste). So here are my opinions on a show I that I know nothing about:

Kept expecting Johnny Depp to show up (I just associate pirates with Johnny Depp)

Luffy is annoying

The costumes and visuals were very well done. Felt like an anime despite being live action

I learned where the weird clown guy I kept seeing Tik Tok edits of came from

Loved Alvida's pink ship. I want to sail the seas with a pink ship

[ccraccz]

Hello! I'm a new follower of yours~ I may not know how much are you in the manga, so this might be a lil spoiler for you (sorry). Suo actually knows the language of flowers! Maybe this could be a req of him courting fem!reader owo

Have a nice day!

SO CUTTEE!! THANK YOU FOR BOTH THE FOLLOW AND THE REQUEST!!

Flowers for you

Suo x Fem!Reader

TW: assault, reader being used as a hostage, implied bullying? (PLease tell me if I missed a TW!!)

The first time it happens is on a random Monday. A bouquet of different colored camelias being given to you by Suo, a sly smile and unearthly attractive smile on his face as he hands them over. His uncovered eye squinting as he watches you blush at the situation.

"For you, my lady," he says, confirming the main question that was swimming in your brain.

"But... Why?" You ask, genuinely wondering about the reason of the sudden gift. Suo chuckles as you grab the flowers in your hands and hold them closer. "Well..." He starts, turning to walk beside you, hands behind his back as usual, he looks at forward, ignoring your eyes that were intensely looking at him. "They reminded me of you, and there was a special on them, so I decided to try and make your day start in a good way."

That was a lie. Well, part of it was a lie. The beautiful, multicolored camelias did remind him of you, but the bouquet was going to be a lot more expensive if he wasn't recognized by the flower shop owner for saving his daughter from some perverted gang members. Not only was the bouquet free as a payback for saving his daughter, but as a thanks for helping around the town.

"Well then..." You pout, looking away as you arrive at the bridge that connects you to the gates of your school. You genuinely didn't want to leave him there, but you had cleaning duty to go to and if you're one minute late, your class would chew you up, especially now that you had a bouquet of flowers in your hands.

That day you started your day with a smile, and ended it with that same smile.

Suo was right, these flowers did make your day start, and stay, a good way.

The second time was the day after he, and his group, fought a group of drunken, old, perverts decided to take you and your girlfriends from your class as hostages. The glare that Suo sported that day before he quickly beat up the guys that were between him and the guy holding you was still burned into the front of your memories.

His eye seemed to glow under the street lights of the town, movements swifter than a cat but stronger than a bear. The drunken man holding you faltered at the sight of his men being beaten down, quickly seeing the disadvantage he's at. Due to that, he quickly pushes you away, having you land harshly on the ground and enraging Suo further.

After the fight, Suo was silent, too silent for your comfort as he walked you home. His arms weren't behind him, now one was wrapped around your waist and the other in his pocket.

The day after, there were flowers on your door step. Another bouquet and a plush of a fluffy puppy holding it.

The flowers were in a beautiful arrangement of white gardenias, daffodils, primrose primulas, and white heather flowers, a red ribbon tied around the bottom of the stems to keep them together. Under the plush, there is a note from Suo.

His hand writing is gorgeous, letters smooth and readable, sentences arranged in such grace it was shocking to think that this was written by a teenager in a delinquent school.

The letter said: Dear [Name],

I hope this letter finds you well and recovered from what happened yesterday night. I can only imagine how hollow you might feel...

And the rest was history, as tears bubbled up in your eyes and dribbled down your cheeks, the flowers tight in your embrace as your tears soaked into the paper and the top of the plush.

The third and last time was at the end of the day, two months after the incident, and a week before your birthday. You had been talking to some girls, who were gushing and blushing about their crushes while you stayed quiet. Walking out of the school and over the bridge, you see him.

Suo was standing at the other end of the bridge, another bouquet in his hand, a small gift box in his other hand. You paused as the girls beside you start fawning over Suo, talking about how attractive he is, and wondering who those flowers were for, and what about that box?

You were internally sweating, starting to walk behind the girls again, who were giggling and bumping into each other before you.

"So?" One of the prettier girls walks forward, having the guts to confront the delinquent. "Is that for me?" she asks, bottom lip bitten seductively.

Suo smiles at her, "Definitely..." He pauses and looks around the group. "Not," his smile drops before he walks forward and breaks apart the group, until he was in front of you.

"[Name]?" Suo smiles, eye closing with a light blush on his face.

He looked ethereal, better than any mythical, historical, or fictional character you've ever seen in your life. The sun was the perfect shade, hitting his face in every attractive way it could.

"I'm here to give you these," He speaks, his voice soft and nearly musical. He holds out the flowers towards you to take as your cheeks flush a beautiful pink as the situation registers in your mind.

"For me?" You whisper in shock.

"Yes," He nods "for you gorgeous."

In her hands was a large bouquet, filled with white gardenias, red roses, white camelias, baby's breath, and a multitude of gloxinias. "Those white gardenias represent your purity and how lovely you are, the roses represent my love for you, the white camelias describe how adorable and perfect you are, the baby's breath are a symbol of-"

You cut him off, putting the flowers into one arm as you grab him by the cheek and slot your lips onto his.

The show of affection makes the girls around swear and leave, while, somewhere in the bushes, there is a sensor going off, smoking even.

That wasn't the last time he brought you flowers, and it definitely was not the last time he described them, since every time he did, it would lead to something more.

[zepskies]

Break Me Down - Part 7

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them…

💚 Break Me Down Masterlist

AN: I think a lot of you have been waiting on this one…and stick around after the end for something special!

Song Inspo: For this chapter it’s “Can’t Wait” by Foreigner (if you listen to it, you’ll see why).

Word Count: 5,000

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut and feels. That is all.

Part 7: Until Midnight

Two weeks later, you could admit that Ben was frustrating you in a different way than usual. 

You didn’t want to like him, or be indebted to him. But he was different lately whenever the two of you were alone. Especially at night, when the two of you often met in the kitchen. 

It was the one time where he truly seemed to relax, without his men around him. Without the Soldier Boy persona he wore like a fine tailored suit. 

One night, the two of you were once again sitting together in the kitchen after a marathon of all three Hangover movies. Now you each had a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, of which you’d convinced him to try the “Chunky Monkey” so you could have your “Half Baked” brownie pieces and cookie dough to yourself. 

Ben had all but inhaled his, while you were still chipping away at half the pint.

“You still hate me?” he asked.

You paused in delving into a thick piece of brownie to look up at his bearded face, which was deceptively nonchalant. If he was asking you that, then he really did want to know.

Yet it was a harder question to answer than you would’ve thought a couple of weeks ago. You decided to level him with the truth this time.

“Like I said before, I don’t have a personal vendetta against you or anything,” you admitted. 

Ben rose a brow at you. “But you hate me.” 

You sighed. He could be so childish sometimes.

“Have you forgotten that you’re still holding me against my will?” you pointed out. “Presumably until my team can find me, and you can pick them off one by one.”

“You fuckers came at me first,” he countered. “And I haven’t touched you. Hell, I saved you.”

Yes, he had. You couldn’t ignore that fact.

But there were other reasons that he needed to be put in check.

“You’ve killed a lot of fucking people, Ben,” you said. “I can’t imagine how many of them didn’t deserve it. And before you start, collateral damage is not an excuse. It’s murder. You haven’t seemed to care about that, or much of anyone other than yourself and your own amusement.” 

There. Cards on the table.

Ben set down his ice cream on the counter with enough force to rattle his spoon. He crossed his arms at you.

“You’re pretty fucking high and mighty for someone who probably spent the last few years up Vought’s shithole,” he pointed out, shaking his head. “Doing their dirty work. Whatever I did back then, it didn’t end with me. You were part of it too.”

You frowned in annoyance. A hot retort was poised on your tongue.

Whatever he did back then? He’d crashed a skyscraper and killed nineteen people last year! He’d taken out nearly the entire cast of Payback, his old team. However justified he felt about the latter, taking a life was taking a goddamn life!

You wanted to say all that and more…but you paused.

Because he wasn’t exactly wrong, about you at least. You knew you’d done your fair share of shit. And you had taken people out, when you’d needed to.

For self-defense, to stop a criminal, to protect someone…and yes, sometimes, you’d been part of the cleanup crew. Disposing bodies and extracting supes from “unfortunate situations.”

Those times made you feel less than human for being a part of it. And it was the main reason why you’d gotten the courage to quit Vought and join Supe Affairs in the first place…

You frowned at the trail of your thoughts, but his voice soon jolted you out of them.

“Ain’t this a bitch,” said Ben. “If you could, you’d want me dead. Even though I saved you.” 

Your lips pursed. “Dead is a strong word.” 

His angry gaze on you was unrelenting.

“Asleep is as good as dead for me.”

You stared back at him in resignation. Fair enough.

You couldn’t refute that, but you also didn’t know what he wanted from you. He was implying that he wanted you not to hate him, but he wasn’t willing to let you go either.

You got up to put your spoon in the sink, mostly so you wouldn’t have to look at him anymore.

Ben rose from his seat. You felt him approach from behind. You still tensed up as his arm reached around your form to drop in his own spoon. His arm withdrew, but he stood just behind you, at your side. His hand curled around the edge of the counter.

Letting out a discreet, steadying breath, you turned towards him and met his assessing gaze…but you soon looked away.

It was too much. He was too much. Even his musky cologne was invading your senses, threatening to cloud your judgment.  

Before you could back away, Ben grasped your chin, tilting your face up to him so you couldn’t hide. He heard your pulse picking up with his sensitive ears.

“Well, well. Your heart’s just racing away, baby doll,” he said.

He smirked at the blush rising in your cheeks, despite your defiant gaze. You might’ve said you wanted to put him to sleep, but you definitely didn’t seem to hate him. 

“You know, that offer’s still on the table,” he said. Your brow quirked, and you crossed your arms.

“What offer?”

Ben’s hand slid along to frame your jawline, his thumb sweeping across your reddened cheek.

“I can help you end that little dry spell of yours,” he drawled. “Calm that pretty head and have you sleeping soundly tonight.”

Oh, he’d help you fucking sleep, he thought.

He’d help you not be able to sit on that perfect ass for a week. He’d gladly work you up with fingers, lips, and tongue until you threatened to fucking drown him. Until you were writhing at his touch and singing just for him. Until you begged him to fuck you.

But you just rolled your eyes at his offer with a huff. Maybe you didn’t believe he was serious. Oh, but he fucking was.

Overall, you were a pain in his ass. And you had been from the beginning.

You had a dangerously smart mouth for a woman. Along with a stubborn streak to rival his, and a strangely self-righteous attitude for someone who’d mucked through the bowels of Vought and played a part in that world, just like him. You weren’t so fucking innocent either.

But he could also see that you were trying to be different. You had a conscience. A family and friends and a lot of other things that Ben didn’t have anymore. And maybe never had to begin with…

You claimed to want to bring him down, but you cooked for him, hung out with him, and he could start to believe that you actually enjoyed his company, rather than pretended for self-preservation’s sake.

You were a fucking conundrum that he couldn’t totally figure out. And all the while, you didn’t seem to realize how much of a temptation you were. 

It didn’t matter if it was that sexy red dress at the club or these plain-ass jeans you were wearing. His hands itched to mold to your curves, squeeze and tease and familiarize himself until he could find out how glorious it would be to damn near suffocate between your thighs.

Your pretty blush, however, was spreading down your neck. Ben wondered how far he could make it go as he glanced down your V-neck top. His smile edged into a grin.

“I’ll admit, maybe I haven’t been the best host,” he said, injecting some charm. “You gotta be bored as all hell by now.”

You swallowed as his hand moved down the side of your neck. His fingers slid into your hair, but he kept the smooth pad of his thumb brushing across your cheek. You didn’t want to admit that it felt nice—and electrifying at the same time.

His touch was raising goosebumps down the back of your neck, tingling down your spine.

“You might be projecting,” you managed to quip. “Is the conveyor belt of prostitutes and drugs finally losing its appeal?”

You studied his face, his smirk, and you had a feeling you had deduced correctly: he was bored too. But now you knew why he didn’t want you to hate him.

He just wanted to fuck you.

That thought wasn’t so surprising. It seemed this man could jump into bed with just about anything with a pulse. But it still made a tendril of heat lick up your spine and your face flush.

You should’ve just pushed him away already…but his nearness was mucking up your good sense.

The truth was, you weren’t afraid of him. Not anymore. And maybe you didn’t hate him.

Maybe…

“Well, what’s it gonna be?” he asked you.

Your lips parted, halting on a reply.

Ben smirked. His hand tightened in your hair, and he finally began to lean down.

But your breath hitched. You instinctively pressed your hands against his chest before he could kiss you, a firm push.

“Ben,” you uttered.

He stopped, looking down at you with knitted brows. He just thought you were being stubborn now, a fucking tease even…

Until he saw the frisson of fear in your eyes.

He quirked a resigned smile. Stroking your cheek one last time, he let you go.

“All right,” he said. “Maybe next time.”

Your heart was hammering like a Phil Collins drum solo inside your chest as you made your way back to your room.

What the hell, what the hell.

He’d teased and flirted with you before, but not like this. It wasn’t totally obnoxious or disgusting, like he’d genuinely been trying to persuade you. He’d even looked disappointed when you stopped him. And he’d allowed you to stop him.

(And you resisted a shudder at the contrasting memory of Antonio.)

When you were back in your room, you released a relieved sigh. Your hands trembled on the doorknob.

But it wasn’t fear that’d made you nervous with Ben. Not exactly. It was the insane part of you that actually wanted to take him up on his offer.

Fuck, you thought, raising a palm to your still-warm forehead. I really must be crazy. Or sick. Sick in the head.

Or it had been a stupidly long time since you’d gotten laid.

“Seriously, tell me,” he’d said once, still with a deceptively light grip on your chin. The pad of his thumb brushed your full lower lip, making your breath hitch. He glanced down at your mouth, then back into your eyes.

“How fucking long’s it been since that pretty pussy’s been touched? ‘Cause in my opinion, that’s a damn shame.”

The memory caused a delicate tingle in your lower belly, pulsing between your legs. You took in a deep, calming breath through your nose.

That’s it, you thought. I’m done with this.

So you tried for a cold shower first. For the record, you locked the bathroom door before you undressed and hopped into the shower. As the water beat against your back and you dutifully lathered soap on your skin, you couldn’t help imagining his heavy hands running over your body.

Fuck. You frowned and quickly dragged yourself out of the shower.

For a few minutes, you were too antsy to get dressed. You paced your small room wearing only a towel, not even thinking really. Just frustrated beyond belief (sexually or otherwise). The truth was, you needed something, or you were going to implode. 

With a heavy sigh, you laid in bed on your side, still wrapped in your towel. You wrapped your hair up in a loose bun and closed your eyes, just taking a few moments to breathe evenly.

Your knees were folded up, almost to your chest. But you relaxed and let your thighs fall open. With a tentative hand, you decided to slide up between your thighs, just teasing the seam of your pussy.

Then with a sigh, you delved between your folds and teased yourself, to start with. Warmth grew in your lower belly, and you sighed louder when you slid a finger inside. You were wet already just with this, and your sighs turned to shallow breaths, and even a moan once heat flooded through your core, and you were getting close…

But a knock at the door just had to startle you.

“Hey, sweetheart. You there?”

Your eyes widened with a gasp, and you moved your hand back to your thigh. Oh shit.

It was Ben. Of course it was fucking Ben.

“Ah, w-wait a minute,” you replied. You scrambled out of bed to lock the door before he tried to come in.

But just your luck, he cracked it open just as you got there. You were met with his handsome face.

His brows rose, his lips then curving when he looked down at you. Or more specifically, you clad in only a towel. You tightened it up on reflex, with a hand on the twisted part at your chest.

“Excuse me,” you said in annoyance. “I don’t remember inviting you in.��

His mouth twitched at a deeper grin.

“It’s nothing major. I just had to ask you something,” he said, with an air of nonchalance that only made you suspicious.

Your lips pressed together as you rose an expectant brow.

“Okay, ask,” you said.

Ben reached for your hand, the one holding your towel together.

“Can I see this hand?”

You yelped and secured the towel with your other hand while he examined the one he held.

“What’s your problem?” you asked, with real irritation now. Ben ignored you in favor of staring at your hand, specifically the pads of your fingers. Then his gaze cut to you slyly.

He held your middle and index finger up to his nose, with an obscene inhale.

Your eyes grew wide as your heart stuttered. He did not just…

And Ben smirked.

“I think you’re the one with the fucking problem,” he said knowingly. He took a step forward, but you stepped back. Unfortunately, that just brought your back against the doorframe. Your mouth went dry when you again looked up at him.

“I don’t know what—”

He stopped you before you could deny it further.

“You think I couldn’t fucking hear you?” he asked.

You bit your lip. Oh God.

His brows ran even higher, his smirk ever deeper. His lust-ridden eyes raked over you, but they soon met yours again. His thumb ran down the inside of your wrist, over your quickening pulse point.

“I know you’re frustrated. It’s been a while, huh?” he said. “Believe me, I know the fucking feeling. But I can take care of that little problem for you. Take care of you.”

You took in a tremulous breath. His heady voice was a curse, reverberating through your chest and running straight down between your legs, warm and pulsing. He raised your chin to make you look up at him.

“You don’t have to like me for that, do you?” he asked.

It was as honest an offer as you were ever going to get. You had to give it to him though, in this, he was a good goddamn actor. He seemed to have figured out exactly what it would take to soften your resolve.

In fact, he fucking crumbled it.

You released a shuddering breath, and tugged him into your room by his shirt. With a hand behind his neck, you pulled him down into your hungry lips.

That kiss was warm and heady, fueled with a passion that only waiting and wanting could create.

Ben took the invitation to heart, grabbing your hips and already bunching the fabric of your towel. It was thin, and he felt the soft give of your curves underneath. He hoisted you up into his arms.

While a normal man might’ve struggled, you knew it was effortless for him. You willingly wrapped your legs around his waist and held his face with both hands. You broke the kiss for a second so you could brush his hair back and made sure he looked into your eyes this time.

“I don’t hate you,” you told him between panting breaths. “I should, but I don’t.”

And that was the God’s honest truth.

Ben paused at that. He roamed your face, maybe judging if he believed you or not.

Then, his mouth curved, and with one hand he reached back to slam your bedroom door shut. It shook on its hinges, but he didn’t wait for it to settle as he walked you to the bed and laid you there beneath him. Your hair fell out of its messy bun and fanned out on the pillow.

Ben gazed down at you, enjoying the sight of you all laid out for him. You were already breathing shallowly, your beautiful eyes bright with anticipation and wild desire. They were honest, and he liked that he finally knew what you were thinking.

He claimed a tight grip on your smooth thighs, parting them so he could find his way in between. He moved his way up to claim your lips next. They were plush and pliant under his.

You sighed against his mouth, diving a hand into his soft hair and running a hand down to the buttons of his shirt. He stopped you and all but tore it off himself.

You blinked in surprise, and then giggled a little at his impatience. But it allowed you to explore the new expanse of golden tan skin, down his neck, over his firm chest and muscular arms.

He relished in it for a moment—your touch. Your hands were soft and warm, and you looked to be genuinely enjoying yourself.

He smirked at that, but he grabbed your wrists before they could venture too much farther than the trail of hair leading below his belt. He trapped them against the bed on either side of your head, and you raised your brows at him with an annoyed little frown. Ben had to chuckle.

“Did I say you could touch me yet?” he said. You met him with a challenging tilt of your chin.

“Who says you get to make all the rules?” you asked. Your calf slid up between his legs, brushing insistently against his already rock-hard length. Ben let out something between a grunt and a moan, and didn’t realize that his grip on your arms was starting to get more than bruising.

You winced, with a pained sound caught in your throat. “Ben, you’re gonna break me.”

He amended his grip immediately, frowning at himself. He knew how to control his goddamn strength, even in moments like this (usually). Maybe he was too fucking excited to finally have you beneath him.

But he soothed his thumbs over your wrists and heeded the tug of your hands down to your waiting kiss. He braced an arm above your head and all but devoured you, slipping his tongue past your lips.

He kissed you like a man starving. Like you’d never been kissed in your life, and it was all you could to keep up with his demands.

Eventually he burned a wet trail from your lips to your jaw, down the column of your neck. He inhaled your floral soap, a scent that had been driving him crazy for days.

He sucked hard behind your ear, and you gasped, thought you were going to see stars.

Unconsciously you gripped at his hair, tugging more harshly than you meant to. But by the pleased sound he made against your skin, you figured he didn’t mind.

Ben soothed a heavy hand up your side and reached between you to untie your flimsy towel. And you let out a slightly shaky breath when he took in your fully naked form for the first time.

“Hmm,” his lips slipped into a grin. “I knew it. Fucking beautiful.”

You couldn’t help but blush, but you didn’t quite know what to say. Ben noticed; it wasn’t too often that he had you speechless.

Amused, he thumbed at your lower lip once more, making you smile almost shyly. (He kind of liked that too.)

And he finally touched you, brushing a hand between the valley of your breasts before palming at one of them. You sighed in appreciation, then moaned as his lips found the other one, his tongue swirling languidly around your nipple.

You arched into his touch, gripped into every groove and dip of muscle in his arms, especially when his fingers rolled and pinched just hard enough on the other nipple.

Your thighs pressed together between the cage of his legs, trying to find friction.

Ben noticed. He let one hand sooth down your belly, half pinning you down as he continued his relentless exploration. You wanted to touch him too, but right now he wasn’t letting up. Everywhere he touched and kissed and sucked set your skin on fire, and enhanced the flood between your legs.

“Ben,” you panted into his ear. If you weren’t allowed to find out what he liked yet (though you had several ideas), then you wanted him to touch you. 

“Be fucking patient,” he said with a chuckle. “I know what the fuck I’m doing.”

You had no doubt of that. But you were becoming impatient.

“Yeah? Am I gonna be as old as you before we get to it?” you teased. Ben glanced up at you, but seeing your smirk, his own grew.

“All right you little shit,” he muttered. He moved up to claim your smart-ass lips, swallowing your giggle as he took a firm grip of your hair.

His other hand, meanwhile, slid up the back of your thigh to grip a nice handful of your ass. He ground his clothed dick into your core and made you both moan.

He slipped a hand up the inside of your thigh and brushed between your legs, making you quiver with anticipation.

He smiled and glanced down.

“Finally, something I recognize in this century,” he remarked. “A nice bush.”

Your brows raised high, both in surprise and slight embarrassment. No one had ever given you that particular compliment before. But you did pride yourself on being neatly trimmed.

“What?” you still uttered.

“Women are so damn waxed nowadays. Feels like I’m fucking a mannequin,” he said.

“Oh, yeah.” You giggled as something occurred to you. “I’m assuming you encountered some bare landing strips on your tour of Brazil.”

He snorted in response. “One girl actually tried to get me on the waxing table. Something about a ‘manzilian.’”

You couldn’t help it. You pictured how confused he must’ve been at that particular offer. How damn near offended (and possibly intrigued).

And you laughed genuinely so hard that you covered your eyes as they teared up.

It made Ben smirk on reflex, feeling pleased that he achieved that kind of reaction out of you. 

“You tapped out on that one, huh?” you asked, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye.

Ben shrugged. “Wasn’t so bad, actually.”

At that, you laughed even harder. Oh, how you wished you could’ve seen that. 

Ben quirked an amused brow at you.

“You laughin’ at me, sweetheart?” he warned. He reached between your legs while you were distracted, and thick fingers slipped between your wet folds. You yelped in surprise, but then moaned in pleasure as his thumb found your already sensitive clit.

But he, in fact, knew how to take care of you. His thick digits explored your channel and rubbed persistently against that spongey part near the back, slipping in and out with ease, and circling deliberately around your clit until your inner walls squeezed around his hand.

All the while, you held on tight to his shoulders and shuddered at the warmth cresting deep inside you.

“That’s it, baby,” he said, with a clenching hand in your hair. “Squeeze the shit out of me. Come all over my fucking hand, and then I’ll consider filling you up to the fucking brim.”

With a long and keening moan, you came apart, hot and wet over his fingers. 

“Shit. That’s a good girl,” he praised with a nod. He stroked inside you a couple more times before he withdrew his glistening hand.

You held onto his other one as you panted for breath. “Fuck.”

“Fucking right,” he said smugly.

You rolled your eyes, but you still smiled as you sat up and went for his belt. You were surprised he hadn’t fully undressed himself sooner, but he sat up and let you do it.

The two of you knelt on the bed as the belt came free, followed by his pants and underwear and socks (he’d long ago kicked off the shoes). His smug smirk came back now that he was in his full glory, so to speak.

Another blush heated your face. You’d seen him like this once before, but there had been…a lot going on that time.

This time you had him all to yourself. Your canvas to explore. You started with kisses down his neck, like he’d done to you, biting and sucking though you couldn’t leave any marks on his skin.

Not fair, you thought in disappointment, but at least you were eliciting some pleased and guttural sounds the further down you went. And then you took his hard, velvety cock in your hands.

He was big enough that you were maybe a little concerned, but not enough to deter you as you teased him with your soft hands, then squeezed and caressed experimentally. He gripped your hips tight.

“Now who’s taking a fucking eternity,” he gritted out. He encouraged you to lie back and raised your hips. You found purchase on his shoulders as your eyes met with his, and after a beat, you smiled and gave a short nod.

Ben aligned himself at your entrance and, slowly as he could manage, pushed inside you. You cried out as he stretched you, filled you deep and bottoming out with mangled moans from both of you.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You feel so fucking good already.”

You managed to smile and run a hand down his chest. “Uh, you didn’t ask, but I am on birth control.”

His brows furrowed in realization. “What, the fucking pill?”

His team certainly hadn’t supplied you with that for the past month.

You shook your head. “No. An IUD. It’s fine.”

You couldn’t believe you two were having this conversation when he was literally inside you already.

“What? Thought those died out in the 70s,” he said.

“Well, they came back,” you said impatiently. “Just fuck me, Ben!”

Not one to be told twice, Ben continued by slowly pulling out of you, nearly the entire length of his cock, before pushing back in. It was torturous for him, but he knew you needed the time to adjust. By the third stroke, however, he snapped back into you more forcefully.

It elicited a gasp and pleased shudder out of you. Grinning, he picked up the pace from there and pounded into you at a relentless clip. You held onto his arms for dear life, your nails clawing fruitlessly into his skin. You grabbed his hand when he reached a particularly good angle, moaning his name.

“That’s right, crooner. Soon enough I’ll have you singing my fucking name,” he growled. “Knew I was gonna have you just like this, fucking you raw.”

You moaned in response. His words, his voice, his touch, it was all breaking you down and taking you apart, piece by piece.

Meanwhile, your voice only spurred him on. Letting go of your hand, his reached for your cheek. Then it slid down to your neck.

“You got a safe word, baby girl?” he asked, closing a firm, but playful hand around your throat.

But before he could put much pressure, your eyes flew open. Not in arousal, but in panic. Your hands flew to grasp at his wrist.

“Don’t! Please, don’t.” 

Ben looked down at you, surprised enough to pause in all his movements. He released his hand.

He’d very rarely seen wide-eyed panic in your eyes and in your voice. And you’d never said please. 

But then, even more strange, you got embarrassed.

You looked away from him as you caught your breath. Ben called to you uncertainly, perhaps for the first time using your actual name.

You took in a deep breath and sat up. But instead of pushing him away, like he half-expected, you moved so that you were both on your knees and you were straddling his lap.

Using his shoulders as leverage, you resumed the pace of dipping his still hard cock inside you, making you both groan in relief.

Ben helped you, gripping your hips to bounce you on top of him.

Soon enough, he grunted as that familiar tightening and heat of pleasure started to make his upward thrusts wild. He knew he was close…

And he snaked a hand between you to roll over your clit, making sure you were going to get there with him.

A deep tremble went through your lower belly, tightening your inner walls around him impossibly tight as you started to come. Then he followed, finally spilling up and into you.

His arms came around your waist like steel bands as you relaxed on top of him, panting for breath and holding onto his shoulders for dear life.

You gazed down into his eyes, and then his growing, triumphant smirk. It triggered your own wry smile.

And you had to wonder, What the hell did I just do?

AN: Was it as good for you as it was for me? 😏

But ok, seriously, I'm a bit self-conscious when it comes to writing smut, so I genuinely hope you enjoyed the ride lol.

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You called his name again and took his face with both hands.

“Wherever you are in your mind right now, you’re here with me. Stay with me!” you raised your voice. His skin was getting really hot.

You gasped and had to let go of him when it threatened to burn you. His chest started to glow and hum. Your eyes widened, and finally, so did his.

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Big oof guys Odysseus wasn't a cheater he was a victim you soggy feminist retelling enjoying fries. and I don't get them changing that so that "women who have been cheated on by their husbands can relate and know they're valid for being sad" because let's be honest if he was a women y'all would've been treating his situation appropriately. Feminism is about men and women being equal, and do you know how many women (and men) could relate to Odysseus's situation? He wasn't a good person (neither was anyone in Greek myth) but stop making him out to be the bad guy. It's not only insulting to his character, mythology fans but also victims. It can be insulting to male victims for this being erased and treated so lightly. And for female victims who know what that feels like and are (rightfully) disgusted when this sort of behavior gets excused.

And for those of you saying "But he had a choice with Circe!!" Um... not really? He slept with her to save his friends, his brothers. Let's put it this way "Let's say your best friend was being held captive, and the only way to save them would be to sleep with the guy who's holding them hostage. Cheating would imply there was a betrayal of trust between partners, this wasn't done out of maliciousness. This was done to ensure the safety of an innocent person/people who you care about deeply. Any good lover would understand there's a huge lack of choice in a situation like that. Again, if the gender roles were reversed y'all wouldn't have been saying this crap.

If men and women are so equal, a men getting sexually assaulted and used holds just as much weight as a woman. This isn't feminism, this is sexism towards men. And no, it's not justified because "that's what the Greeks did", it's not okay just because you lable it as petty payback/revenge. What happened to be better than your oppressor? As if you were the one's in ancient Greece who had to deal with these things. You are not in a friend group with every woman in history just because you had to deal with "scummy men".

And even if you are a victim, how can you be immature and gross to KNOW what that feels like yet still not care/be ignorant towards one suffering and easily erase it. And just because they were the same gender as people who were asses and creeps towards you or people who happen to be the same gender as you.

Tumblr never fails to disappoint me 😔 I have no doubt in my mind Penelope would beat up all these people victim blaming her husband

"you soggy feminist retelling enjoying fries."

Dear Anon, I love this phrase so much. Thank you for sharing it with me.

Sorry this took a while to get to. <3 I just answered quite a few heavy asks recently and I wanted to give a lil break in general :) You also wrote it all out very well already so I didn't really know how much I have to add or say without sounding like a broken record!

And yeah, like, he's not a good person. Nobody really is, especially by modern standards. But that doesn't mean what happened to him didn't happen. Or that people should diminish it.

I mean, I'm very very sure that Homer even shows Odysseus' PTSD from it all in the Odyssey. How he's so adamant about Nausica's maids NOT helping him bathe, despite that being the custom/culture of the time. Like Idk what other reason he would have to not ask for help, being "older" wasn't something that would've been too outta the norm, he was still exhausted from nearly drowning to death, etc. BUT this is RIGHT after he just escaped Calypso. Gives huge PTSD reaction to me.

ngl, I find it really disappointing in a way that this ancient text feels more respectful of victims and their trauma than more modern books lol. A lot of Modern shit feels like trauma porn ;~;

And you're absolutely right with Penelope. She loves her like-minded fool. She would not blame him. I honestly think she'd be the one to reassure him often because he'd probably feel guilt and/or just...need some comfort from everything.

I really hate the whole "He expected her to be faithful when he was not." Because guess what? He canonically was. He had no concubines officially listed ANYWHERE. People can take vague statements if they want but that's just it. Vague statements. All other "interactions" were against his will and/or it was coercion to save his friends. All under duress regardless.

Like in general, there is so much more potential in writing about about a character trying to help her incredibly traumatized lover. Seeing him as he is still and loving him. Him finally feeling safe again, LEARNING to feel safe again. After finally having clawed his way back into the arms he never wanted to leave in the first place, he can LIVE again. There's something incredibly beautiful in that.

I mean as you said, I find Odysseus very relatable in a lot of ways. His story is really beautiful in the whole "You've been through Hell, You've done some horrible things, but despite all that, you can achieve peace again. You can LIVE again." It's a really hopeful story in a way. And I really love that.

[astrowarr]

obsessed with your dl analysis. scar hurts himself [to hurt grian] while grian opens up because it sets the precedent, i think. it's his first decision after he discovers (or can't pretend not to know anymore but. y'know. unreliable narrator will unreliably narrate.) that FOR SURE grian is his soulmate and by going and punching the jellie it establishes their dynamic as scar keeping grian hostage in a way? or testing him? considering that he actively weaponizes it later in a soulmate torture for no apparent reason at all, it reads to me as almost punishing. again, all scar has been saying since the start of this season is that he doesn’t need a soulmate, that he doesn’t want to know who he’s bonded to, etc. and grian forces him to acknowledge the bond, keeps on insisting that they base together, that they work together, that they are together because they are soulmates. all the things that scar is averse to. explicitly. now, i don't know what would happen if grian left scar alone before that point or gave up on him after that punch, because we know that grian is incapable of giving up on scar and that universe does not exist, BUT. i think that scar genuinely wanted to be left alone there, "there" meaning the whole season. and after he didn't have that choice - because grian asked him to base together and scar is incapable of denying grian - he wants a little payback? maybe? another thought is that after all of that in scar's eyes grian goes and 'forges his own destiny' with his 'secret soulmate'. his blame can so easily intertwine itself with grian's guilt and they both need to die.

oh im obsessed with this thank you so much for some beautiful scar goodtimes insight... i was definitely also considering the payback theory you mentioned, especially when you think about the fact that prior, grian had Dropped dripstone on his head. and actually, now that I think about it, i feel so much of his behavior might be desperate attempts to attain some sense of control over his circumstances?

i totally agree that the torture was always a form of punishment. i think a big miscommunication between scarian at all points in time is that grian, as a character, holds a lot of agency. he highly prioritizes Choices, and hates relinquishing control. he can't fathom staying anywhere or doing anything he doesn't want to, so what he doesn't understand is that scar isn't like that. when it comes to grian, scar does not care.

he will do literally anything so long as grian stays by his side. like you said, he is physically incapable of denying grian. but on grian's part he cannot even consider that scar is sacrificing anything for him here, because he wouldn't do that. he doesn't think he's ruining any of scar's soulmateless plans because he just fundamentally doesn't understand the power he holds over scar. part of that misunderstanding is definitely by scar's design, who is allergic to letting anyone Know him, especially post last life

it definitely makes sense why scar would be frustrated. a lot of his problems in last life were forged by his choicelessness: his only friend turned red and was forced to cut ties with him, the boogeyman curse continued to alienate him further, it goes on. so here he is in double life, ready to start anew, but then here comes grian his soulmate, asking for his hand. grian, who just by virtue of existing enacts upon scar a specific brand of choicelessness. and now scar is coming to terms with the fact that his feelings for this force of nature of a man have bound him to powerlessness ONCE AGAIN!! FOR THE REST OF HIS LIVES!! and it places him in this gross push-pull where he doesn't want grian but he Also can't help but want him desperately .. and that's how we get his behavior throughout DL. dear God i just love him

[florencetypemaniacs]

So, I had an idea or a scenario. The Ro's reaction to a Mc who always give them a quick kiss every time before they leave but forgot to do one day?

💛 Marcel

You tripped as you rushed out the door; the only thing stopping you from hitting the ground was a pair of strong arms that caught you. 

Marcel looked at you with a charming smile, but it was quickly replaced with a confused look, as the only response was a quick apology and a run out the door. 

"You forgot my kiss!" Marcel yelled with amusement in his voice. You were already out the door and probably in your car with how fast you were running. You were just too cute, even when you were late to meet your aunt. 

With a shrug, Marcel promised to get two kisses when you got home. 

🧡 Margaret

Margaret gave you a light wave as you rushed out of the kitchen, a spray bottle in her hand as she watered one of the plants in the living room. 

"Do you want any breakfas-" 

You slammed the door behind you, making Margaret jump. 

"I guess not." 

She gave a light shake of her head as she went back to watering her plants, something bothering her in the back of her mind. 

Did she forget to turn off the water in the shower? No. 

Did she miss a plant? Nope. 

What was she missing? Margaret felt a little out of place until she saw you again, the forgotten kiss for the day front and center in her mind as she kissed your cheek. 

"You forgot that, dear." 

❤️ Owen

You let out a surprised yell as someone pulled you back before you even turned the knob at the door until you were face to face with the red head, his eyebrow raised.

"Are you mad at me?" Owen asked, his morning voice even more gruff as he just woke up.

With a shake of your head and a confused "no" coming out of your mouth, Owen seemed to relax. 

Then, with a gentle pull, he brought your body close to his and kissed you hard. "Good, because I don't know what I would do if I had to live without that every morning." 

💙 Rosemary

Rosemary watched as you left, fear gripping her heart. 

It was just a little mistake. They were rushing out the door. It wasn't like they did it on purpose. 

They love me. 

The anxiety made her tense as she tried to get her mind off it by getting ready, but her mind was still focused on you. 

It was just like before, when the magic died down and he got bored with her, and then it just went downhill from there. 

Her hand went around her throat, the marks of her past haunting her. 

🩵 Tai

Anger and fear knotted in his stomach as you slammed the door. Had he done something? And whatever it was, why didn't you just come out with it instead of holding his kisses hostage? 

Even though Tai never admitted it, he cherished the small pecks every morning, and now that you were holding that from him, he couldn't help getting a little frustrated. 

Although he analyzed the facts after a few deep breaths, you were late (of course you were 😒), so you might have just forgotten. Tai could deal with that. He could make sure to wake you up next time, and maybe you wouldn't forget his kiss! 

💚 Zane

As you opened your car door after rushing out, arms wrapped around you, making you shriek, before coming face-to-face with a half-naked Zane, his hair a mess as he pinned you against the car and kissed you like your life depended on it. 

When you came up from breath, your head felt a little dizzy, you asked. "What-?" 

Zane bites your earlobe, whispering. "Don't make me skip my morning cartoons because you forgot your kiss, or next time, I won't let you leave." 

Zane smirked before turning around, ignoring the looks from your neighbors, and yelling out. 

"I'll see you when you get back for a little payback!" With another glance over his shoulder, his eyes promised you things that made your knees weak. 

[ellabssucker]

arcane season 2 act I spoilers.

so, I want to begin by saying that we waited 3 years for this, and it's finally here. I'm grateful for it and super excited, even if i have a few comments and complaints, i don't think i could be more happy about this new season.

now to get into it, i thought that the timing was a bit rushed from time to time, we got little to no context or introduction on things like maddie, the grey, etc- and i think they took away some of the characters essence.

it's hard for me to process that vi actually did a whole 180, joined the inforcers, and essentially became a topside. what strucks me the most is her acceptance of powder being gone, and also completely turning on her. i believe that if isha hadn't gotten in the way, vi would have killed jinx. it's something i never thought I'd say, and watching the scene was hard. seeing vi so willing to just end jinx, even when she said 'I'm glad it's you', she was ready to go through with it.

we all knew from the start everything jinx wanted was vi to love her like she used to, to forgive her for the mistakes she made and be her sister, cause like every other little sister out there, real or fictional, she needed vi to be her big sister again. I'm not saying vi is to blame for jinx's choices, but if we're looking at the whole picture, it took vi a few days to choose some girl she just met over the saving of her sister, and that really hurt jinx. powder was still there, with lots of traumas and insecurities, but she was there. jinx didn't kill powder, vi did.

in other aspects of this season, i liked the visual and the vibes it provided, which feel familiar but also new compared to the first season. i really like the new intro, i just wish there was more action. (not the word I'm looking for but i don't know how to describe it.)

in regard of other characters, like medarda, i thought she was finally getting a character development only to found out in the end she was behind the attacks in piltover that led to the invasion of zaun and endanger the lives of the innocent people there, just to get caitlin to play dictator. I was disappointed to find out she was doing it for her own selfish reasons, also putting in danger her own danger who ended up being taken. i would've liked to see her more vulnerable, motherly side, and maybe try and be there for mel during everything she's been going thru.

mostly I'm disappointed in cait, and her sudden change of view. even if i understand her grief, her anger, and her trauma response, i believe there were better ways to handle it without discarding her morals and essentially her true essence, the one from the first season. we can see in every scene of hers that she's too far gone, getting to the point of not caring if she shot vi and a child in the crossfire just to get to jinx. i believe her almost primal instinct to kill jinx is not just payback for her mother, but also all the trauma jinx caused her from stalking her, kidnapping her, and holding her hostage. caitlin is obviously having a trauma response to everything that jinx did directly to her as well as her attacks to piltover, it's obviously deep personal.

i felt live viktor's story was kind of rushed and a tad unrealistic. i mean, the guy loses his physical humanity, and just walks out calm and collected with his brand new superpowers? also what's up with the jesus arc? i mean, don't get me wrong, he looks hot as fuck, but how did he even know how to do that?

i have far more to say about this, but overall, I'm happy that we finally get a final for this amazing, masterpiece show. I'm excited to see how things play out, cause we still got two more acts to go, which means, a lot more suffering. stay safe lesbians, and don't become a dictator, just go to therapy. love you.

[hannahbarberra162]

do they let blood bag reader go when papa white beard dies? even if i was kidnapped and constantly having my blood drained, i’d still be so sad about his death broooo. but realistically speaking, i would never make it that long. would literally rather die than be stuck as marco’s hostage. he is so pookie, i love him, but him and the WBP… they’re… well, you know. reader in ‘can’t fix a broken heart’ stronger than me cause i would have killed myself by chapter 2 on god ‼️

Hmmmm. I’d say that yes, they do let you go. They don’t really care about you in the face of the Payback Wars / Marineford. It’s less of letting you go and more of you just…leave. No one’s stopping you. No one’s watching you anymore. Like one day, you just leave on a dinghy going to an island for a restock. No one says goodbye as you see them for the last time. 

As for dying, you Nonnies really think that Marco’s not watching? That he’s going to let you kill yourself? You can try, until you can’t. (Note: I tried to research more obscure ways you can die for this snippet but gewgl won’t share the goods. It keeps trying to have me call the hotline. So these are just what I can remember). 

“That was creative, but it won’t work yoi. You’re not going to kill yourself.” You sat shivering and naked in the tub, after Marco stripped off all your urine soaked clothing. He dumped a bucket of cold water over you, cleaning you off. You’d tried bursting your bladder by holding your pee in for hours. It was painful and difficult to do but you thought you were close to your goal. Until Marco found you. He quickly pinned you, pushing on your stomach until you relieved yourself on your bed. You cried from frustration, humiliation, and the loss of ultimate freedom. Marco dried you off roughly with a towel. He didn’t speak to you, just gripped your arm and pulled you to your chest of clothes.

It had been the latest of a few attempts. Marco had already removed all rope from the infirmary, all sharp objects, and all salt shakers. You got one cup of water at a time and weren’t allowed to bathe unattended. You were confined to the infirmary, unable to leave the set of rooms. The windows had been locked, and you didn’t have the key. 

“That was the last time. You’re staying with me now yoi.” Marco watched you dress. You’d long lost your embarrassment at being naked in front of him. 

“Like, at night?” That would be annoying, you like sleeping in your own room.

“No, always.” Marco had a length of chain with an attached shackle on it. The shackle looked like it had been made for someone much larger, it wouldn’t fit on your wrist. Your confusion ended when Marco snapped it around your neck, like a dog on a leash. The other end had a loop, which he put around his wrist. “We’ll be spending all our time together yoi.”

[letsgetrowdy43]

🌱 one of the umich boys (mark or luca perhaps?) being really proud of a famous gf (maybe a comedian or smth) and all the guys are just like ‘she’s so much cooler than you are’

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ynofficial packing my suitcase while bawling my eyes out, my dreams are coming true 🥲

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rutgermcgroarty Luca is such a little bitch for you

ynofficial my bitch 😼

rutgersmcgroarty you trained him well

user93 I’m excited to see the fits

lucafantilli Ik you’re crying because you’re gonna miss me so much

ynofficial someone needs to humble you

prada can’t wait to see you this weekend!!

ynofficial just posted to their story!!

(4) new messages from the Fantilli who can actually grow facial hair 🧔🏻‍♂️

🧔🏻‍♂️- please come home your boyfriend is being whiny

🧔🏻‍♂️- I’m so mad at you for leaving me to babysit him

🧔🏻‍♂️- are you aware he sings in the shower?

🧔🏻‍♂️- I actually think you’re a godsent for putting up with him everyday

Yn 🤥- it’s only a week

Yn 🤥- I promise you will be just fine

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lucafantilli my gf abandoned me 😔

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nolan_moyle she’s literally gone a week…

nick.granowicz leave him alone he’s in love

adamfantilli he’s a pain in the ass 😒

ynofficial guys he’s just obsessed with me

ynbestfriend she’s such a cutie

lucafantilli Ik 😫

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ynofficial Paris Fashion Week Day One 🌃

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lhughes_06 Are you happy to be in Pari 👨🏼‍🎨

ynofficial OUI 🇫🇷🥖

user94 YOUR HONOUR! YOUR HONOUR SHE'S SLAYING!

use19 ATE

Dylanduke25 No crumbs?

user19 no crumbs!

lucafantilli that's my gf 😌

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lucafantilli behind the scenes of Paris Fashion Week (Yn's version) thank you to @conangray and his candids

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ynofficial they shouldn’t have invited me here

markestapa it’s like setting a toddler loose in paris

user93 the fits do go hard

oliviarodrigo she’s such a babe 💜

umichhockey umich wag takes on the streets of paris

ynofficial I don’t claim that term ✋🏻

adamfantilli I’m glad she’s having fun 😒

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(2) new messages from yn 🤥

Yn 🤥- he sleeps with his mouth open…

Yn 🤥- SIDE EYE

🧔🏻‍♂️- you’ve been together nearly two years and you didn’t know that??

Yn 🤥- pour water in his mouth to wake him up 😼

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ynofficial some of my fav moments this week, can’t believe it’s almost over 🫶🏻

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maudeapatow you’re glowing love 😍

ynofficial give me a kiss rn

edwards.73 you need to smile more

user48 bread 🤤

user29 you’ve been feeding us well this week

lucafantilli Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?

ynofficial Get. Out. 🚪👈🏻

mackie.samo I’m bleaching my eyes rn 😀

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ynofficial as my week come to an end I’m so honoured to be posting photos of my first runway with @prada

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user92 THIS IS STUNNING

prada we are obsessed with you!! Same time next year?

ynofficial always 🤎

model it was so lovely to work alongside you 🫶🏻

lucafantilli IM SO PROUD OF YOU BABY

ynofficial is it a good time to tell you that I’m never coming home and I wanna live in Paris forever??

lucafantilli omw ✈️

user84 can I have your life please and thank you??

adamfantilli YAY!! Home time

markestapa you’re ruining her dreams dickhead

g.brindley4 let the woman live

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lucafantilli SHE IS HOME

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seamuscasey26 @ynofficial paint me like one of your French girls 😏

lucafantilli wishing you the worst bud

ynofficial help he’s holding me hostage in his dorm!!!

rutgermcgroarty this is payback for leaving him with us for a week xoxo

user37 💙〽️

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Spencer Reid

The Ex-capade (was untitled) | @radiant-reid | blurb of reader's ex is working with them on a case, spencer is jealous

Nightmares | @loml-maybank | spencer has a nightmare, but he's more concerned with almost having hurt you in his sleep

Power-Outage | @junipers-archive | reader is afraid of the dark and spencer is there for her

Music Moods | @junipers-archive | spencer explains to the team how he can tell your mood by the music you're listening to

Water | @junipers-archive | spencer's reaction to you not drinking enough water

A Christmas Nightmare | @underworld-of-imagines | reader is neuro-divergent and struggles with the hustle and bustle of the holiday season

I'm There | @underworld-of-imagines | reader doesn't want to admit that they got hurt on a mission

Pluviophile | @underworld-of-imagines | reader doesn't want to bother spencer, so she walks home in the rain alone

Oblivious | @dr-spencer-reids-queen | reader and spencer get margaritas for cinco de mayo, reader gets drunk

Let Me Take Care of You | @dr-spencer-reids-queen | reader goes to work with injuries that are worse than she thought

Hospital (was untitled) | @wrecklessimagine | reader and spencer have been in an accident and wake up in the hospital looking for each other

This Isn't Who You Are | @spencessmile | spencer drunkenly fights someone at the bar who touched you [slight ooc spencer but that's sort of the point]

Migraine | @spencessmile | reader has a migraine and spencer just wants her to feel better

Drunk & In Love | @spencessmile | reader gets drunk and spencer cares for her

Bad Date | @fuckereesworldofimagines | reader calls spencer to bail her out of a bad date

JJ Maybank

Collateral | @hellimagines | barry holds reader hostage as payback for taking his money | 5 parts and an epilogue, all linked in the description

Jealous | @mayraki | touron asks for your number and jj is jealous | jealous, protective

It's One Night, What Could Happen? | @pappydaddy | reader and jj have an encounter with barry | protective

[syncopatedid]

On hindsight, if Season 1 & Season 2 of Link Click had been viewed back-to-back, I think most would readily forget or write off the middle bits as a fever dream and think of the series as flawless.

Season 1 was "good" because it had a strong, impactful start. So many questions they raised from the get go! The possiblities they could lead to! As most people will tell you, first impressions matter, and an impression it had certainly made. But then it slowly meandered. And meandered. AND meandered. I remember thinking back around S1 e5 that every episode was way too... well, episodic, and we were already HALFWAY through S1! The plot of the week always seemed to focus on some random client, while our main characters had almost little to no skin in the game. How can this bode well when no attempts have been made to develop the most important bits of the plot - the main characters? The fear of a rushed ending was very real. And then... just when it felt like it might finally become relevant again, they chose to leave us hanging with a cliffhanger. Not just your ordinary cliffhanger, oh no. This was a BIG one. This, to me, felt like a cop out, to artifically create demand for a Season 2 by holding the plot hostage. Oh you wanna know what happens next? Make it worth our while to produce a S2. Season 2 was "good" because it had a strong, impactful conclusion. The payoff did finally happen. It was everything owed to us (well, almost but close enough!). But whatever "side plot" that happened in-between from S2 e1 to get there was also executed pretty clumsily, was just as meandering, and a waste of our time. Pretty much on par with S1's problems that we were still willing to overlook then, I'd argue. But the difference is this was already our second rodeo with the series and we have grown le tired of all the defelction to our burning questions, and our repressed expectations now demanded payback with interest. Yeah, there was some animation flex for sure, if you were into slick moves and kicks, to stall the good stuff to the very last episode, but the way they had info dumped the answers to some important questions we needed answering back in S1 left me feeling cheated out of the wait. Worse, what they wilfully "wasted" on the extended fight scenes - all that TIME - could have easily been used to flesh out the mysteries proper instead, was all I could think about. I realise this has turned into a bit of a rant. But I digress and do come from a place of love. Perhaps foolishly, I am back to embracing this very, very flawed series, for I too am a simple person with simple needs. As to how I will feel about this series overall, I think I will only have answers when it concludes for certain. After all, last impressions matter too, and to some even more. See you in S3!

[wellthebardsdead]

Henwen: *Killed Grelod out of pure anger and hatred that someone could treat children so cruelly, no clue of any contract involving the dark brotherhood, only to wake up confused and lethargic after being drugged by Astrid and waking up in the abandoned shack in the middle of a swamp. Still in his pjs, aware he’s in danger and instinctively putting on the blind snow elf damsel act* m-my head- k-Kaidan- Kaidan my love where are you? I f-fell out of bed again- I can’t- I feel dizzy- where are you?

Astrid: Sleep well?

Henwen: *jumps and snaps his head in her direction but purposefully avoids looking directly at her but rather around her like he’s pretending he can’t see her* H-hello? Whose there? Who are you? Wh-where’s my husband? M-my guards?

Astrid: *falls for it immediately taking in the pitiful fragile bodied and seemingly blind elf before her, thinks Nazir gave her the wrong target* I’m in front of you… I’m here because you took a contract from the brotherhood. You killed Grelod the kind, the old woman who ran the orpha-

Henwen: K-killed?! N-no! My husband and I adopted our daughter Sissel from there! We- what- what’s going on here! Where are you?! *reaches out weakly and fumbles about like he’s one of the few blinded falmer who may or met not have survived only to stagger back in a ‘panic’ upon touching one of the hostages* WH-WHERE AM I?! KAIDAN?! KAIDAAAAAAN!!!

The hostages: *confused panicking*

Astrid: *now fully believing there’s been a horrible mistake and now she needs to clean up the mess* I’m so very sorry for this. This has been a terrible misunderstanding… *draws her dagger and walks to him towards him to cut his throat, fully believing he’s blind* Let me fix th-

Henwen: *suddenly launches forward and grabs her by the throat, filling her with electricity as he grabs her dagger and stabs her In the chest*

Astrid: *gargles and gasps for breath looking at him with terror in her eyes as she realises she was deceived* y-you…

Henwen: *smirks watching her body go limp* That’s payback for drugging me you bi- *pauses hearing Kaidans soft voice in a panic from behind the door*

Kaidan: My love?! Stand back I’m going to break down the door!

Henwen: *drops to his knees and pretends to be scared all over again, shakily holding the knife still in Astrid’s chest as the door is suddenly broken down* K-Kai? Is- is that you?

Kaidan: *disheveled and distressed as he stares at his blood stained husband* Wendy?! My wendy are you okay?! My darling answer me! *drops to his knees and takes the knife from his hands shoving it further into the assassins body only so he can pull his beloved safe into his arms* I’m so sorry, they drugged me! I woke up days ago! I tracked you here, I was so scared I’d lost you!

Henwen: *no longer pretending to be blind but keeping up his helpless little prince act* I- I was so scared- I woke up and everything hurt! I thought- I- and she- she tried to kill me… I- *looks at the blood on his hands and hugs into him as he starts to cry* t-take me home…. Please…

Kaidan: yes… but… *realises all three hostages may be privy to his husbands act of murder, provoked or not* … *picks Henwen up gently and sets him outside* one moment… my love…

[imsailorpluto]

True Beauty - unpopular opinion edition (7 eps in)

Girlie Jukyung should ditch Seojun completely. Setting boundaries is not her thing, fine. But putting this guy on hold would be the smartest choice. He needs to cool off.

Let me explain.

Truth be told, Seojun is problematic and highly toxic. Simple as that. He reminds me of her previous bullies a lot. His methods are completely different, but umm... Hello??? He knows Suho and Jukyung are both into each other yet he's trying really hard to meddle in and play with their heads. Imagine if someone did that to you irl. Would you think that's cute? Probably not.

Yeah he's got a cute face. But he's actually not that great to people around him.

This guy not only drags Jukyung in his own problems and conflicts, but he does so all while presenting her as his girlfriend to a bunch of people, online and offline. It results with our main girlie getting kidnapped and held hostage, quite literally! I know guys are being this disrespectful irl as well, all too often. And we girls love romanticising their stupid behaviour.

I hate this enemies to lovers the show's been trying to pull off. If they make these two fall in love, istg

Jukyung's anxiety levels must be out of the roof because of this immature pabo. My thoughts are that she might fall for him, confusing all the freaking anxiety with butterflies.

Ughhhhh he's catching feelings for sure and I'm not here for it. Yeah, yeah, he's slowly starting to realise how cool our girlie is. After being a complete jerk for many times. Bravo!

And of course I have to say the most important thing. He's doing all this to hurt Suho, intentionally. So now we see him hurting not only one person he actually wants to hurt, but he's using and hurting Jukyung in that process. Seriously. What kind of man does this? The best (worst) part is - it's working. He knows how to get inside Suho's head and has already made both Suho and Jukyung direct victims of his own pain and unresolved anger.

I get that he's hurting because his friend died, but he isn't the only one who lost a friend. Since there's plenty of room for his change of character, I'm assuming that's exactly going to happen in the following episodes.

He is falling for the main girl, afterall.

Even if he changes, after watching 7 episodes of this show, honestly, I wouldn't want to see him with Jukyung at all. She deserves better. She deserves someone who has had an open heart towards her since the beginning, someone who isn't using her kindness for some vicious payback and someone who isn't playing mind games on her and her friends.

Rant over. If you read everything - I am sorryyyy. I really wanted to like his character up until now, I tried. I see lots of viewers shipping Seojun and Jukyung. That's why I'm assuming there's some major change, some plot twist after first half of the series. Ohhh I'm scared to find out what comes next. But yeah... we'll see. It's just a silly show, nothing serious, right? Hahah

Enough talking from me..

Bye bye for now

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[awkwardwithapause264]

Thoughts about Shadow and Bone season 2 episode 4 as I was watching. (In Order I think)

(Summoning light doesn’t make one qualified to run a military campaign. She’s been Grisha for less than a year) Back to being jealous are we Zoya?

(Grisha are born not made) Yeah Tamar set her straight.

They changed the actor for Vasily as well. Also his name reminds me of Very Silly.

(Why must you always play the diplomat Nikolai?) oh I don’t know because that’s part of what leaders are suppose to do.

(Vasily gets up and walk away after the announcement) oh he’s big mad he didn’t think of it first. As if Alina would want to marry his bigoted childish cowardly self.

(I’ll have my seamstress run you up something appropriate) Uh no thank you lady that wouldn’t even address Alina directly and assumed she didn’t speak common tongue the first time they met.

(Keeps her head held up high and eyes locked on Kirigan’s when he comes in the room) Yeah Genya you show him that you won’t cower in fear and shame at who he is or what he’s done to you. Make him see.

(I was a fool to think I could steer you to redemption) Hold on back up someone show me where this redemption was. Was it allowing Alina to stay so long at the palace? Or allowing Kirigan to keep up the charade for so long?

(Plays a cold calculating villain that could hurt a child to a T) I have so much respect for the guy playing Kaz as an actor now. The first thing I ever saw him in was Free Rein on Netflix and I thought he was okay but not this level great.

(Vasily has Mal arrested as payback) Like I said childish.

(The ravkan people are fed up with being held hostage by Grisha Tyrants) Uh sir your implying there’s been more than one which there hasn’t and historically the Lantsovs would be the tyrants and as for grisha Kirigan really isn’t ruling

Love that after Vasily walked out she wiped the back of her hand.

Loved Nikolai and Alina.

(Vasily gets killed) What was that about you being the only one that could make Alina a queen?

(Where’s Alina?) What were y’all doing letting her be last in line? She is the most valuable out of all of you plot wise and the one Kirigan wants.

(Kirigan crosses the hallway trying to get Alina’s attention) You have your head turned sideways for far too long sir.

(Why are you being so difficult?) Because you suck.

(Adrik pushes Nadia out the way of a shadow monster) Aw Adrik sacrificed his arm for what would have been her life.

(We have to get him to a healer. This is too much blood) Yet remains stationary for an unnecessary amount of time.

(Baghra breaks both her hands to escape and takes Genya with her) Badass and awesome.

(Genya wrecks the workshop) Smart and therapeutic.

Might add more.

(Tamar saying the shadow monsters have no blood or heartbeat) David already said that or were you not listening.

[mars-the-artist]

Random HC! That occurred during TBHK scenes

📝 Prepare for the Angst and Fluff!

Contents: Fluff and Angst in all headcanons. Mentions of implied Suicide[Hanako's] and implied murder [Tsukasa's.]Spoilers for volumes 1-14 Tsukasa's part is reaaaaaly long.

Characters: Nene, Hanako, Tsukasa, Teru.

Yashiro [Our favorite Daikon]

• it was like a surprise party being thrown just for you! Except you knew pretty much all about it. • It was like that, but it wasn't your surprise. It was Yashiro's, your human friend. • How did you know about Tsukasa's secret tea party? Well, you were in said, Tsukasa's crew of rebels. But you didn't know the part about sending Natsuhiko with her! • You disguised yourself as a human being for Tsukasa's plan to rule the school, but during this phase, you gained a girl with seafood green ends for a 'friend' ''(Y/n) Chan! Why are you doing this?!'' the girl with radishes for ankles questioned you. Her teenage body trapped in a beautifully crafted chair. She looked like she should be Alice, and you should be the Cheshire cat. You weren't allowing her to go by herself with that much of a supposed 'Senpai'. ''Aww~ Don't worry Nene! I'll won't leave you alone! Oh and by the way, you might want to hold your breath.'' You clutched onto this beautiful kannagi, in hopes of a fun adventure

Hanako [O Honorable No.7]

• After the incident of well. Amane Yugi's last day, you passed on that same day, the same way. Trying to have him in your arms, so he would know that you would always be by his side • now you both are supernaturals, just on different ranks. • you would always hang around Tsuchigomori, waiting for an adventure, or a certain bathroom ghost. • When the spider disguised as a teacher left for some ''personal time'' in the library, you follow him. I mean why wouldn't you? ''…But as payback…I will broadcast their most embarrassing secrets all over the school'' a familiar voice threatened. You giggled in response, unfortunately for you, you got some attention. Spiderface saw you, so did Hanako, two kids, and Yako. ''(Y/n)! What are you doing here?~'' the bathroom ghost teased you, making yourself wonder, why did you come here? ''Ah yes! My favorite out of Emo spider and No. 7!'' The inari statue skipped a few steps to get close to you, sitting next to your legs proudly. Hanako floated and put his arms around your waist with a question, ''What if they don't tell you their secrets? Will you fight me?'' pointing his knife at the so-called teacher. Making the gomori frown. Later on, the girl with pretty colored hair left with your father figure. Which gave Aman-Hanako the chance to reconnect with you. I mean, you both were two peas in a pod, you know! ''Hello again, old friend''

Tsukasa [The human Yorishiro]

• As much as he cares for you, he cares about power more. • at his little meeting of his with his crew, you figured out that he had somewhat, a hostage. • It was… A Pufferfish?🐡 • where the hell did he get that? • it wasn't like he wasn't going to keep it there as a pet. • never the less, you wrote down your thoughts and situations in your journal, as usual. before ''Ooo! Lemme borrow that for a quick sec!'' his Amber eyes went empty, there was no life inside of them, just pure 'curiosity'. I mean he was just going to use it to 'de-stress' like he always does. Your hand was hesitant in giving the younger twin the pen you were using just a second ago, but you gave in. Knowing that bad things would happen if you didn't obey. ''…And guess what! There were fish!'' he excitedly announced, ''Fish. I sounded what talking fish are like on the inside…doesn't it make you curious? I'M super curious~!'' Tsukasa's voice was filled with this scary tone, the one that sent shivers down your spine like they do in horror and thriller movies. ''Hey Sakura San, what rumor will we spread today?'' you questioned the lady closest to the mic while you yourself were putting on your headphones. Natsuhiko's confident voice fills the room, ''My lady, I think we've been spotted, by this… Fishy thing.'' followed by ''Fish!'' ''It's not really a problem, let it go.'' ''As you wish~'' But before Natsuhiko could throw the sea creature away, the child ghost snatched it from his hands, like stealing candy from a baby. You slowly took off your headphones, wanting to know what the sudden case of interaction was about, only to hear the same question be repeated again. ''What do you think talking fish is like, on the inside?'' ''Don't kill it.'' Tsukasa's ear to ear grin sent even more shivers, causing you to order, ''Don't, Tsukasa.'' His grin turned into a light hearted smile, which unfortunately didn't change the atmosphere in the room. ''Don't worry!'' Hanako's twin reassures, ''I'm just gonna take a little peek!'' The three humans in the room turned away in disgust of how he took advantage of a poor fish and your pen, and turned the desk into a gruesome scene. ''Oh! (Y/n), your pen is dirty, allow me to clean it up for you!!'' The ghost boy passively aggressively 'offered'. At least you guys cleaned up the scene before anyone could notice.

Teru [The oldest Minamoto brother]

• Funny thing was the 'crime scene' wasn't really a crime scene • you both just found a whole ton of supernaturals and…Akane's glasses? • You and Teru figured that the vice president might be in huge trouble, so what can two exorcists do? • Try to save him of course❤!

''Oh my!'' you dramatically gasped to get the supposed couple to see you and the tall blonde next to you. ''Are we… Interrupting something?'' The President questioned, making the couples identites be revealed. You figured out the girl was Aoi San and that they were having a moment, which lead you to teasing Akane about finally getting his girl.

You guys find an exit, and Teru told the squad to not look back. Later on, on this long walk, you overheard Akane and Aoi having such an awkward conversation, which reminded you of the first time you and Teru met each other. ''Aoi reminds me of someone~'' You teased Kou's older brother, causing him to have a noticeable rose tint all over his face. The sad thing is, you only felt dread when you didn't see the purple haired girl when you all made it home.

📝 AHHHHHH FINALLY I POSTED SOMETHING. [BTW requests are open guys. ]I just finished reading volumes 13 and 14 and it made me so sad. 🤧😭 But DAYUM THEY REALLY GAVE US AKANE SIMPS SOME FANSERVICE. [I wish I was Aoi and Yashiro-] But thank you for reading this mortals! Have a good time out there…until next time…

[dourpeep]

Imagine life as Scara's room mate. You're each doing the most absurd and unnecessary things to annoy each other. One day, you decorate the house in dildos. Like you would with any normal decoration. And you absolutely refuse to acknowledge this is odd in anyway.

SHEFOAIWE THE NOISE THAT LEFT ME so have a drabble

Redecoration...?

Summary: Tired of Scaramouche's dumb pranks, you decide that it's your turn to mix things up. Contains: Modern au, college au, roommates, roommate!Scaramouche, CRACK, shenanigains, lots and lots of dildos, technically suggestive because of the dildos

The door to your room swings open, hitting the wall with a thud.

"What," comes the voice of your roommate. "The fuck is this?"

Ah, right.

He's pointing the not-so-empty coffee pot at you, the clear surface betraying it's unorthodox contents. Bright pink, glittery, and utterly--

phallic.

"The coffee pot? If you're going to make some, can you make extra for me too?"

You're still in the process of getting ready for the day, wearing a pajama top and jeans. Without missing a beat, you lift the two articles of clothing in your hands out for him to see.

"Do you think I should wear this one..." you wiggle the shirt in your left.

"Or this?"

Luckily, he's too absorbed in his refusal to look you in the eye so he doesn't catch the tell-tale quirk of your lip at your most recent prank.

"Are you fucking kidding me??" "...No? I need to get ready for class. Not everyone gets to come and go as they please, Scara."

When he throws his hands up in the air (one bringing the coffee pot securely with it), the silicone toy wiggles inside mockingly. But he's far from defeated. With a rough massage of his nose bridge, he turns and leaves.

"Hey! Close the door behind you-"

By the time you leave, he's already exacted a bit of revenge in the form of a few tablespoons of chili flakes in your morning beverage. But the satisfaction doesn't last.

Not when he turns to open the dishwasher and finds not one--but five placed inside.

It gets slammed shut.

There's a few more in the bathroom. Arguably the worse one was...well.

The moment he steps into the bathroom, there's one stuck square center on the mirror, with a sigh, he walks past it only to see the toilet cover closed.

Please, Archons no.

The moment he touches it to lift, he lets it go. There's an extra weight to the plastic and that's all he really needs to know. Scaramouche closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in. Then lets it out in a loud, frustrated scream.

Of course on his day off he has to deal with your bullshit-

It's not until he's found 23 that he gives in.

The dedication of getting up earlier than him to place them, somehow sneaking in at least 23 dildos of varying sizes, shapes, and colors, and your unwavering poker face when he took the one in the kitchen sink and nearly bludgeoned you with it (to be fair, it was rather large and if this were any other circumstance, Scaramouche would've been just a tad worried).

You finally return at exactly 4:42pm with two drinks in hand. A latte and a doppio espresso for him as a little apology for the mental stress he's no doubt under.

"Scara--"

"....twenty five. I found...twenty five."

He's dragged your spinning chair from your room and placed it just a few feet in front of the door. With arms crossed and one ankle resting on the opposite knee, he stares you directly in the eye.

The familiar style of cup in your offhand catches his attention for a second, but not even the allure of his drink of choice could sway his resolve.

But the number suddenly catches your attention. Where'd he find the other two?

You're sure you only bought twenty three and definitely only hid twenty three in various rooms of the apartment...

Oh shit.

"I'm holding them all hostage until I can think of an actually suitable payback for this."

"Hey, Scara, let's be reasonable about thi-"

"Don't 'Scara' me. I spent the past 13 hours of my only day off this week trying to figure out exactly how the fuck you pulled this off and why."

Standing up, he makes his way to you, snatching the drink from your hand. Violet regards the cover, suspiciously, before he takes a sip.

It's exactly as it should be. Hm.

"You're going to buy me my coffee every afternoon for the next week. If you don't, I'm throwing them all out."

A small price to pay...