#this is your fucking fault buddy

[shotmrmiller]

your superior finding out about the secret praise kink you didn't know had a name because you'd always been called an over achiever, a goody two shoes. never gave anyone any trouble, nose burrowed in a book since you had knobby knees and a library card.

you'd thought it normal that the apples of your cheeks burned when praised after giving your teacher the drawing you'd made for them the night before. that heat spread from the center of your chest up when your first boyfriend/girlfriend whistled at the sight of you outside of uniform. that warmth settles in your belly when you get a pat on the back from your platoon leader firm enough to force the air out of your lungs because you'd disassembled and cleaned a glock with the ease of a professional.

apparently it wasn't.

after weeks of training with the fabled task force, weeks of sharing elbow room with the team, weeks of soaking up the dizzying praise from the captain ("did real good out there, eh? can always count on you." you didn't question the throb betwixt your thighs, taking care of it with a cute little bullet like you've always done since joining the military)

you're confronted by the worst of the lot. ghost catches you in a break room, your back to him, hands clutching a cup of coffee that's more sludge than liquid, its warmth barely seeping through the styrofoam.

his figure fills the doorway, shoulders nearly brushing the frame. your first thought is that his brows aren't twisted together and he lacks that cold, blank look in his eyes so your death isn't in the nearest of futures. the second is that when he's not fully covering his face, the outline of his jaw is quite visible, looking sharp enough to cut.

then he crosses his sculpted arms over his chest, seams straining against the expanse of his muscles, head tipped to the side.

he moves with the keen curiosity of a predator sniffing around a newborn fawn, gaze intense yet inquisitive, assessing your every detail with a menacing interest.

"you ever gonna tell me you've a praise kink, bird?" the question sends a chill through your veins before turning into a fiery rush as it races at twice the normal speed.

praise kink? no. surely not. doesn't everyone like to receive compliments?

"sure. i don't mind gettin' told i've an impressive cock but that's bed talk. you look ready to bend over 'nd show us how slick tha' pretty cunt can get over a rufflin' of hair and a couple of empty words."

that has you positively reeling, fingertips cracking the cup in your hands, pulse on your neck fluttering. you feel a cornered, skittish animal, ready to flee lest your life come to an end in his maws.

but as usual, the cruel man more creature than person, twists the knife he's dug into you with a certain ruthlessness only he can muster.

"so be good for me, eh? love your praise? earn it."

you've always been an over achiever, proven once again by the way you take him to the root in one long, broad stroke with any complaints at the sheer size of him resting firmly behind your clenched teeth.

"tight little thing, spread open over me like you were meant for it. for me." he runs a gloved thumb over your swollen bottom lip. "there's tha' look. drivin' me bloody insane when you gave kyle tha' molten gaze. none o' tha' now, yeah?"

he creeps his ungloved hand down to circle your pearl with the spit-slick pads of his fingers, drawing in a sharp breath when your walls flutter and constrict around his cock at the feel of something other than your toy giving you the relief you need after a hard day's work.

"bloody fuckin' 'ell."

ghost claims a fistful of hair, pulling you closer to him, his breath warming the stinging, throbbing mark he bit onto the delicate skin of your neck. the shuffling of feet right outside the door snap you out of your daze, fingernails sinking into the bulging muscle of his chest but he has none of it.

he uses your hair to direct your focus back onto him and even though he'd only given you a leading tug you felt some strands of your hair come off with a pop.

"easy. can't see your pretty face when i'm fuckin' ya if your lookin' away."

your expression twists into what you hope is bliss when he bucks his hips, your whimper drowning out his groan when he hits on something new.

something you want him to keep hitting.

"exactly like i'd thought."

everything else blurs together after that, and only when you're back in your room using a warm cloth to clean yourself up do you remember the other things he'd rumbled.

(inside o' ya, make you mine-)

(-get 'bout bein' with anyone else-)

(-ll to myself-)

you touch your tender pussy with gentle fingers at what he'd said in the end.

(leave tha' f'me, he swipes your hand away, i'll get ya there, pet.)

if price's compliments take a nose dive off a cliff you don't notice because you're getting your daily fill of them and ghost after dinner every night. kyle keeps them to one word and soap likes to tempt fate as always.

[theemptyballroom]

Rant again

[marisatomay]

“you don’t owe anyone anything” actually you owe everyone everything!!! you OWE your table server and your coworkers and the elderly person you pass on the street and the dog on its walk and the child toddling along in the park and the driver trying to merge next to you and the pregnant person standing on public transport KINDNESS in return for theirs!! the connections we build are what give life meaning!!!

[almoststedytimetravel]

Part of me thinks that Ken would be fucking pissed at Akihiko for his pre-arena ghosting and break that man's legs, but another part of me thinks that Ken defiantly has 'child of divorce' brain and has already convinced himself that it's his fault.

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo not escaping the Prison Dimension and just becoming reluctant vitriolic roommates with the Krang is so morbidly funny to me.

Krang out here despising Leo’s whole existence but refusing to let him die since then he’d be alone.

Leo out here having an eternity to work on his quips and insults because damn it’s not like he can fight the Krang in any other way so he may as well make use of his words.

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Fuck I hate being an adult. I need a more adult adult to help with the volatile emotional situation.

[infinitelilith]

Mickey left Aqua trapped in the dark realm for ten years and smiled through every tragic event that happened.

IS THIS YOUR KING?

LITERALLY FACTUALLY INCORRECT. PLAY THE GAMES AGAIN AND PAY FUCKING ATTENTION THIS TIME

[californiaquail]

people joke a lot about arabians being the pugs of the horse world but this is actually worse

[assassinregrets]

god.

[taubposting]

taub calling his own kids boring is hilarious

[lloydfrontera]

christan, 17 years old, heir to the throne, newly introduced to the concept of nudism: this is great how come i never did this before i am never wearing clothes again

rakiel, heir to the neighboring empire, his temporal primary physician, accidental introducer of the concept of nudism in an effort to threat a serious illness, firm believer of "not my circus not my monkeys", will leave the moment he's not needed there anymore: yeah sure kiddo just don't catch a cold :)

[dreamofbecoming]

ughhhhh new therapist appts are the wooooorst like hello. very nice to meet you. here is everything that has ever happened to me. no it’s not in order. is my video working for you? please dig through the overflowing garbage can that is my brain and tell me if you know what’s wrong with me. yes i have my insurance card right here sorry.

[timeisacephalopod]

Omg my damn landlord has a WILD HAIR up his ass about me since I gave notice and he's driving me fucking nuts. Someone can smell smoke in the unit above mine so I get asked about it three times in like a week and a half and if my bloodhound nose for a mom can't smell my weed and none of my stuff smells no one is smelling my shit. Plus he wants to regas my house and I was like buddy I don't have a car and need to remove my cats for 6 hours and that's extremely stressful for them and I'm moving in a month and a half, W H Y am I being harassed about absolutely everything all of the sudden.

Idk what response I'll get in the morning but he didn't seem to like me asking him why he's texted me more in the last two weeks than he has the last two years I've lived here and why this seems to coincide with my giving notice. Like my guy Ive been at work the last four fucking days, and when I'm home I'm awake from 5-10 roughly so HOW much smell could be coming from my apartment for the measly FOUR hours I've been awake in my house the last 4 fucking days buddy.

[poptartmochi]

oh i finally realized why the agathos are 💢💢💢 towards vergil 🤏🏻🕶️😳

[zamalie]

like see the thing is if i have a pet i adore and consistently bring you around and you go on social media behind my back to talk about how gross and weird you think it is im showing you the fucking door actually

[dockaspbrak]

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