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Giving or Receiving - Oral Sex
SMUT MDNI
Author's note: Let me know if you agree or disagree :)
Word Count: 486
Warnings: SMUT MDNI, oral (male and female), mentions of bondage, dom/sub dynamics
Bang Chan - Giving
Chan loves giving oral, pleasing his partner is one of his favorite things to do. Eating you out is like a stress reliever for him, he loves to take in your smell and savor your taste. When he's having a rough day he'll send you a text for you to get ready. He fully expects you to be naked on the couch with your legs spread when he comes home.
Lee Know - Giving
Like Chan, eating out his partner is also a big stress relief thing for him. After an exhausting day, he loves to have you sit on his face while he does his thing. He wants to drown in your pussy and forget about everything else. He's also not afraid of you putting your weight down on him.
Changbin - Receiving
Every now and then he likes to just sit back and let you do all the work. I can just picture him sitting on the chair, legs spread so you have easy access. He's got his hands in your hair, watching your pretty mouth go up and down his cock.
Hyunjin - Giving
Pleasing his partner is incredibly romantic to him, there's nothing better than watching you get lost in pleasure. Sometimes he likes to blindfold his partner to heighten their senses, making them even more sensitive while he eats them out. He's also a fan of getting the ropes out and indulging in wax play.
Jisung - Receiving
He's babygirl, he likes to be taken care of. He likes it when his partner takes control and uses his body. When he's being extra subby, he secretly likes it when you deny his orgasm. You'll bring him to the edge, have him begging and drooling before you take your mouth off his cock at the last second.
Felix - Giving
He's actually a big fan of both giving and receiving, but when he's being more dominant he loves going straight for your pussy. He's an absolute beast eating you out, he shows absolutely no mercy. He'll even get a little vibrator out on your clit to overstimulate you. He's also quiet handsy the whole time too, his hands will grip your ass and thighs, hard.
Seungmin - Giving
It's one of his ways of showing love and appreciation for you. He goes slow and takes his time, his eyes lock with yours as he teases you. He loves it when you pull on his hair and squeeze your legs around him. He'll even leave little hickies on your inner thighs.
I.N - Receiving
He likes how powerful he feels when you give him head. He loves it when you spontaneously give it to him too. Like when he was in the kitchen getting a snack and you just got on your knees right in front of him. He likes to pull your hair and guide your head, seeing how much of him you can take in.
#skz#stray kids smut#stray kids#skz smut#lee felix#bang chan#stray kids x reader#skz imagines#skz scenarios#han jisung#lee know#lee minho#seo changbin#hwang hyunjin#kim seungmin#yang jeongin#i.n#kpop smut#lee yongbok#hyunjin
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Hiiiii, love ur writing!!! May I request a story about the strong and undefeatable villain getting some head injury (maybe concussion) during the battle with some third party, and after that peacefully resting on a bench in alley, but then hero finds him and decides to help, even though these two don't like each other. Pretty please 🐹☘️💗
your please was so pretty i couldnt not write this! i really enjoyed this one, i hope you do too :D
Part of the hero’s job is helping those in need. Stopping when they cross someone lying on a park bench, in the dingiest, darkest part of the park, just feels normal to them in the moment.
That is until they notice who it is.
“[Villain]?” The hero can’t think of anything else to say. Their hands are already halfway to the cuffs in their pocket. “What’re you doing out here?”
This is the part where the villain leaps up with a laugh about how the hero’s fallen into a trap, leaping into a monologue before the inevitable battle.
But instead the villain opens his eyes to glance at them, his gaze not fully focusing on them, and simply says “‘m tired.”
The hero crouches down to his level. It’s clear he has no intention of getting up. They open their mouth to say something curt, distrusting, but they stop themself short.
They’ve noticed the blood painting the other side of the villain's face, dried into his hair and on his skin. Panic flutters in the hero’s gut. How bad is it? What happened? Their training only covered the basics of first aid. This wasn’t part of it.
He looks so small like this. The hero had always thought of the villain as indestructible, perfect in every evil way. But this—he’s defeatable, he’s normal, he’s human. Just like the rest of them.
They carefully push the villain over, earning a disgruntled “eugh” that they ignore to brush his hair away and take in the damage.
“Are yo’ shoes clean?” he says shortly as the hero grapples with a tissue from their pocket. “I think… I’m gonna throw up.”
“Please don’t.” They carefully take their tissue to the villain’s head, which he tries to cringe away from. “Can you tell me what happened?”
“Wha’?”
“What happened to you, [Villain]?”
The villain’s eyes train on the hero's idly, unseeingly. “There’s stars on your face.”
“Okay. Okay.” Blood has turned the tissue into a crime scene, but it’s making little difference to the state of the villain. “We need to get you some help.”
It barely even occurs to the hero to do otherwise. A hero isn’t a hero without the soul to do the hardest parts of kindness, they know. To show mercy to those who might not deserve it. To help those who likely don’t want it. To show the villain compassion they know they’ll never get back.
The hero pulls the villain upright, with absolutely no help from the villain. They get him sitting up and he almost keels straight back over the moment they let go.
They settle on the bench next to him, careful to hold him up. “How’re you feeling, [Villain]?”
“I hav’ the… worst headache.” It comes out disjointed, like he’s piecing the sentence together as he says it. The hero pulls his arm over their shoulder. “Wha’s going on?”
“We’re going to the hospital.” The villain barely reacts to this, when before the hero probably would’ve had to drag him there kicking and screaming before. “We’re going to stand up, okay?”
“‘Kay.”
The villain sways on his feet as the hero pulls him up, a slight stagger almost taking them both down. “Oup,” he says with a short breath of a laugh.
“Okay,” the hero says again, more to themself than to the villain. “Let’s get you fixed.”
The hero walks the villain all the way to the hospital, the journey slow and full of close encounters with the pavement, and makes themself at home in his hospital room.
The villain would never do the same for the hero. They’re a villain. Obviously. That’s why the hero is the good guy. They'd expect nothing less.
But when the villain wakes up properly, coherent and all-there, the first thing out of their mouth is an absolutely seething, entirely genuine “thank you.”
#creative writing#writblr#writers on tumblr#writing#writing community#heroes and villains#hero x villain#LAST DAY AT WORK TOMORROW BITCHESSSSS#i am So Excited to leave it has been a tar pit ever since i handed my notice in#fukn BYE
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May Prompt 29 | Hero
Warnings: Violence and a little bit of steamy stuff at the end (definitely not too bad though)
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John Watson has always been known for his heroic antics. It’s in his nature, it’s who he is. Sherlock has always found it admiring, though of course, he’s never been one to show it.
John Watson is a force to be reckoned with. He puts up a fight when needed and defends the weak. Sherlock knows this is because John has been in the weak’s position before, so he has a feeling on what it’s like to be so helpless.
Yes, John is a hero. He serves and protects. He’s a loyal individual who knows what he wants.
Right now? Sherlock hates it.
Right now, Sherlock wishes John were a selfish man who only provided for himself.
It always begins with an innocent person who’s stuck themselves in a predicament. Sherlock and John were on a case, and they happened to be in the right place at the wrong time. The suspect was pointing a pistol at their next victim, ready to fire it. Sherlock and John walked in just in time. John tried to talk him out of it, but the man had vigorous eyes that showed no sign of dropping the gun. John saw this. Damn John for his somewhat acceptable observation skills.
John ran forward right as the pistol went off, tackling the victim to the floor to save him.
Sherlock’s breath hitched, his mind stopped, and his body broke out into a cold sweat.
John, on the floor, holding a man tight, maybe shot, maybe not.
Sherlock wanted to cry, scream, kill, anything that would represent the terror that settled in him.
His mind coming back after a few moments, Sherlock saw the man raise the pistol again, and Sherlock attacked him. He fought for the gun, threw it to the side with purposeful force, and began beating the man with no mercy. It must have lasted for a while since his hand became numb. He felt strong arms grasp his sides and pull him back effectively, dragging him into a firm chest that instantly brought him comfort.
Sherlock turned, meeting steel blue eyes that forced him to calm. Before Sherlock knew it, police were parading the scene and taking care of the loose ends. Sherlock could barely form two words, shock still coursing in him. John took care of everything else, receiving praise for his actions.
How dare they. How dare they congratulate his selfless acts that nearly got him killed. Sherlock held a sneer for the rest of the time.
They have returned to Baker Street, and John senses Sherlock’s anger. They don’t say anything as they take off their coats, hanging it on the rack.
In effortless composure, John walks into the kitchen to make tea. Sherlock wants to tell until his lungs give out. Yes, they’ve encountered dangerous situations before, but the bullet was centimeters away from John. Sherlock could have lost him. Sherlock could have come home alone tonight.
“Tea?” John asks from the kitchen, as if his mere existence isn’t a miracle. “I know you’ve been running off an empty stomach for—”
“Shut up,” Sherlock interrupts, striding to John and cupping his bewildered face before colliding their lips together. Sherlock sighs through his nose in relief at feeling the familiar softness. John hums in delight, gripping Sherlock’s waist and pulling him closer.
Once John pulls away, he’s grinning like a mad man. However, when he sets his gaze on Sherlock’s troubled expression that he tries to keep neutral, though it’s no use, his face morphs into concern.
“Sherlock—”
“Don’t,” Sherlock says, and he’s surprised to find that his voice is edging on cracking. “You are an idiot.”
“What?”
“An absolute idiot,” Sherlock repeats, eyes flooding with tears that he would find embarrassing if it weren’t for the fact that John almost died. “Is there some requirement that’s bestowed upon you that you have to risk your life?” Sherlock scolds, his tone built in frustration. “You don’t always have to be a hero, John. It’s—I almost…you could have—”
“But I didn’t,” John whispers, taking his hands. “Sherlock…love, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Sherlock scoffs. “No, but you were going to risk your life so that I would find you dead?”
John’s face turns stern. “That wasn’t my intention and you know it.”
“It certainly seemed like it,” Sherlock bites back. “You jumped in front of a bullet.”
“It was a reaction, Sherlock. It all happened so quick.”
“That doesn’t excuse you!” Sherlock snaps. “You almost left me, John. All because you wanted to be some savior—”
“Yeah. I jumped in front of a bullet because I wanted all of London to hear my fucking name in the papers,” John replies with seething sarcasm.
Sherlock shrugs John’s warmth off him, walking into the living area. He will not cry over this. He will not cry over John yelling at him. Overstimulation is a weakness that’s so human, it makes Sherlock sick.
Sherlock hears a sigh behind him, and he knows John is either running a hand through his hair in thought or rolling his shoulders to ease the tension.
A moment later, hands wrap around his waist, and John turns him so that they’re facing each other. Sherlock’s arms are crossed, closed off. He stubbornly doesn’t make eye contact with John, though the doctor doesn’t make any effort to push for that sort of attention.
Instead, to Sherlock’s surprise, he leans forward and kisses his jaw. The soft run of lips make Sherlock’s lips open partly, his hands coming up to grip John’s shoulders. John’s lips travel down to his open neck, where he begins to breath in fully, as if memorizing his scent. Sherlock’s hand fists through John’s hair when the former soldier begins sucking marks on his skin, no shame attached.
At a particularly hard bite in the middle of his throat, Sherlock gasps, “John.”
“Sometimes showing you is better than words,” John murmurs, his focus now placed on licking up Sherlock’s throat.
Sherlock tries to stammer out something, but what for? John’s determination has kicked in, and the doctor is ruining his neck like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
“You know I love you,” John says, kissing around a bruise that Sherlock knows is turning a deep purple. “You know that I would do anything for you, love. But you must acknowledge that I know where my loyalties lie. My first instinct is to…” A lap of tongue around the base of his neck. Sherlock whimpers. “…protect you. However, this was a situation I needed to act quickly on. No, wasn’t sure if the bullet would hit me or not, and I apologize for making you worry so. But the man needed my helped and I helped. I wasn’t trying to prove anything and I certainly wasn’t trying to make you lose me.” John kisses up his neck, then his jaw, and then finally his lips. They kiss for a long moment before John pulls away, his breath against Sherlock’s. “All right?”
Sherlock, still in a bit of a daze, nods. “All right.”
“I will try to be more careful.” He picks up Sherlock’s hand and kisses it. “You know I adore every piece of you. I never want you to worry like that again, but…”
“Yes, I know,” Sherlock breathes. “It’s part of The Work.”
“I know you know.” John sends him a pointed look. “And you’re not free from this blame either. You get yourself in dangerous situations all the time.”
Sherlock rolls his eyes. “Yes, but I actually know what I’m doing.”
John gives him a glare that’s sparked with mischief in his eyes. “We’ll talk about that later, but first I think I need to take you to bed.”
“That seems most delightful. And John?”
“Hm?”
“I adore you as well.”
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I know I haven’t been posting a lot. I’ve been so busy lol. But just a little something for @calaisreno ‘s prompts. Thank you!
Tags: @a-victorian-girl @whatnext2020 @totallysilvergirl @thegildedbee @with-a-ghost-mr-holmes @jawnn-watson @blogstandbygo @lisbeth-kk @holmesianlove @7-percent @itsonlytext @chinike @peanitbear @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes @ghostofnuggetspast @dw91165 @jolieblack @gwendelaneyisjohnlocked @cortina @kettykika78 @johnlockbbc @dapetty
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Short little ✨thing✨ under the cut, because my brainrot over Avery is absolutely vicious at the moment, and I just had to spin a yarn over it.
(Lee!Avery, foot tickling).
How would I tickle Avery? Oh, let me count the ways…
If I could entreat him to put his large, delicate feet in my lap… Imagine, if you can, the softness of soles that scarcely ever grace the ground, for their light-footed owner’s penchant for hovering… as often as not, the shoes were a formality. Cool like porcelain, yet flushed cornflower at the pads and toes, you’d seldom chance even a glimpse at their tender undersides.
Still, a sincere request would be dear enough to soften the sensitive cloud’s inhibitions; you’d need only ask, and he would stutteringly comply… even allowing you to remove his socks while he sat primly for you, submitting to whatever your designs might be.
I would not make him wait – starting at his heels, I’d drag my fingertips up the smooth length of his silky insteps, prompting a reflexive curl of his toes to accompany a bashful giggle. Dripping with sincerity, he’d be helpless but to titter out a “that tickles!” or “hey, wahahait!”, serving only to spur my hunger for his exquisite laughter.
My fingers would form gentle claws, beginning to scribble randomly along his pillowy skin, his feet wriggling in place with his effort to remain still. Shy giggles would yield to heartier laughter, his head tilting back as he filled the room with gleeful, unrestrained mirth. His knees would bend and twitch as he fought for control, hands curling into fists as they rested, trembling, on his thighs.
“Stay still for me, Avery…” I’d croon as I administered the playful torture, my spidery digits climbing up to his toes, skittering fiendishly into the soft valleys beneath. How he would howl, then… his body doubling forward as his arms moved to wrap around his torso, as if hugging himself would somehow assuage the tickly assault on his soles. With his ankles unfettered and heels resting on my leg, escape an evergreen option, the challenge would be self-imposed; how much could the compliant, shameless lee withstand?
“You’re not ticklish on your toes, by any chance… are you?” A rhetorical question he’d bristle to hear, his eyes widening as that wonderful blue shade danced across his face.
“C-Casper, now, wahahait, you already know they’re… ah…”
I’d wait out his speechless squirming with infinite patience, watching the question tickle him inside.
“They’re what…?”
“T-ticklish…” He’d squeak, punctuating his admission with a tight curl of his pretty round toes.
“Oh, are they… Would it make you laugh, then, if I did something like this?"
My smooth nails would spring to life, scritching the pads of his toes, sending him into renewed, ticklish hysterics. Then, the delicious begging would start.
“PLEHehehehease!” He’d whine, his feet squirming, shaking, and wiggling, one foot trying to shield the other, only to be doubly attacked with both sets of whirling fingertips. Then they would switch, the hidden foot dutifully taking its turn to endure the onslaught of affectionate torture.
“Please what?” I’d ask, knowing that sentence was one he’d never finish… and we both knew why.
“CAHAhahahasper!” Desperation would cling to his voice as he’d cry out his response, glistening tears forming in the corners of his half-moon eyes, a warm, resounding belly laugh echoing off the living room walls.
Heart soundly melted like a popsicle in the summer of his delight, I’d finally show mercy, massaging away the ticklish tingles from Avery’s obedient feet. A deep sigh would roll from him, endorphins mingling with relief as he’d lean into the arm of the couch, slipping into a heady state of bliss. I’d watch him relax, allowing him to enjoy my soothing ministrations for a while… before eventually, softly interrupting:
“Don’t get too comfortable, peach… after all… we haven’t even gotten to your other spots, yet.”
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welp i realized they made eye contact with mason during that scene as if it wasn't scary enough already :D
#ooc#i have watched this scene so many times and yet i still keep noticing new stuff#that display of dominance right here man#i can't say enough how well the whole battle was handled#and just#eber's form of strategy during this#dude is about to smash with hammer but nope!#they saw the hammer#pivoted their body mid air#and latches at the end of the hammer instead#quickly they add tons of flesh eating beetles and jumping on his head#maintaining eye contact as more appear#i love eber so much#mess with them or their loved ones#or get in the way of their plans#and they will show you absolutely no mercy#no but this whole thing with mason shows how good eber is at strategy#the unfortunate part was that they were so foused on mason that they didn't notice anything else anymore#guys i love this feral witch#it's so hard to describe this battle bc every post i make about it becomes outdated because i keep realizing other things
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“Poorly-Drawn” Poorly-Drawn-MDZS by my friend who has no context for what MDZS is, but has read every comic of mine in support.
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#fan art#[text translation]: ‘Are you sure? I haven't done art in my life and I dont even own any coloured pens or have funny things to say-#or know what mdzs is? I have never seen the show I mean are you sure you want this? Your loss dude.’#The context for this was my curiosity about their impressions of what was going on after a whole year of second hand exposure.#Honestly I think you (I know you'll see this) knocked it out of the park with this comic - despite protesting about a ‘lack of art skills’.#The punchlines absolutely incapacitated me. So glad this is my highly specific legacy.#Round of applause for Larry; the guy who's literally been here from the start. The ultimate cheerleader.#Makes me drink water when I’m nearly incapacitated from dehydration.#And lets me talk about this blog without judgment.#Merci de m'avoir soutenu mon pote
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Listen.... Trafalgar Law is like Opposite Pick Me Girl.
Evidence:
He stole Doffy's whole look down to the shirtless sluttiness, feather coat and the earrings.
He COPIED DOFFY'S ACTIVATION METHOD. How "notice me, senpai!!" is THAT!?
Like Doflamingo, he acts as though your attempts at torturing him are absolutely precious.
Law straight up based his jolly roger on Doffy's. Like it's not even kinda subtle. (Not that Law does subtle. Which is weird for someone trying SO HARD to be dark, mysterious, and edge-y as Kikoku. )
Trafalgar spent years of his life travelling around the world, gaining notoriety and power, putting into place a series of intricate moving parts that all had to come together in just the right way all so Doflamingo would notice him and remember his face forever.
Law: Please, Young amaster-sama! Oh, please pick me!
Law: To kick your pathetic, subhuman ass.
[Thanks to @revlischarm who gave me this idea.]
#Law is a TERRIBLE pick me girl#it's never a good sign when they ask you to pick them and also your own coffin (assuming there are any recognizable remains)#Doffy-sama notice me!#I want you to look me in the eyes when I killed you#guys were were two weeks away from Law's obsession getting so bad he'd atatt wearing sunglasses at night#Thank goodness Zoro was there yo distract him aftwr Dressrosa#boy was floating in a empty void; no idea what to do with himself#“He was my future; I spent my whole life looking for him... wanting him.”#“bleeding out in my hands begging for mercy while I spit in his face and promised I'd show him the same mercy he showed Cora-san”#*everyone takes a solid three step back from Law*#*well everyone but Zoro and Robin. They're into this.*#one piece#trafalgar d. water law#trafalgar law#donquixote doflamingo#absolutely fabulous#evil never looked so good#though not so much evil as hell bent on revenge is pretty damn sexy too#all of this was for you Cora-san!#I did all this - risked my life and limbs - just to die in battle to honor your sacrifice and get you the revenge you deserve!#Oh#Oh Law baby#that's not what Cora wanted for you AT ALL#you sweet little revenge muffin
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Fuck, just had a hell of a Holland realization, which everyone else probably realized years ago but indulge my horror: The Danes have their stone statue garden of traitors. And the only thing we've ever seen in WL that can turn people to stone is As Staro. The command Holland used to kill his fucking brother. The idea of him having to replicate that kill over and over with the traitors the Danes wanted to make sharpest examples of, and then walk past those kills every fucking day? I have nothing else to say except it's a fucking crime Holland didn't get the same sort of triumphant, bloody fight against the Danes Lila got against the earth mage who tried to kill her in the tournament, because to say he deserved it so much more is the flimsiest possible understatement.
#to be clear. nothing in canon supports this hypothesis. except that well. we absolutely see!#Holland do this particular command and there's not a lott of other ways to make fucking statues#I think it was Dendritic-Trees in her phenomenal ADSOM reread who said of the Danes: what do you even say about human beings like this?#and as much as I love! and write myself! fics shading in the Danes as villains but also people who of course see themselves as the hero of#their own tale. sometimes her comment is a big fucking mood.#Holland lived with these fuckers for seven years. that he had the capacity to A. have any moral code at all but then to be capable of#showing immense mercy in not making Kell use the Inheritor when Kell. honey I adore you but you pushed him through a door to hell for your#survival (don't get me started on it taking seven years for Kell to ask second-hand about the details of Holland's servitude we'll be here#all day.) the depth of Holland's strength is remarkable#Holland Vosijk#Shades Of Magic
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i unironically love the Rat Grinders so much and its so funny to me that everyone on tumblr has jumped onto hating them so vehemently; these kids are transmigration light novel protagonists and it's hilarious. they reached level 100 killing nothing but slimes etc etc
that crap is some of the most soul crushing work imaginable. i will forcequit any video game the moment it's clear that grinding is the only way to advance because i hate it so much. they're not having fun. they're not enjoying the work. they got stuck with a DM who thinks XP leveling is worthwhile and they're slogging through it in the most tedious and boring way possible. they're 'powergaming' in only the most loose definition of the term. they're having the worst high school experience of anyone. they've traumabonded over spending 33 hours a week in abject misery and have now turned feral
#fantasy high#di20#i also absolutely believe they have beef we haven't even heard of yet#like WHY have they been rat grinding? literally no one could EVER want to do that!#i ASSUME they don't WANT to be doing that so there must be an interesting story about how this all happened!#anyway i'm adopting all of them. holding their hands gently. showing them the healing mercies of milestone leveling#honestly that revelation just gave me flashbacks to the time one of my players really wanted to do XP leveling#and I had to like. actually SHOW them what I was doing at the end of every single encounter and session#before they were like 'oh. ok i get why you say this sucks'
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"we need more complex women" you guys couldn't even handle Sally Acorn
#me on my death bed with the remaining strenght of my last breath: sally acorn deserved better#I'm jumping on the meme train cause I'm seeing so many of them yet not one with the main girl#was she a victim of poor writing for a while? absolutely#even when things started to get better in the storytelling department and she actually acted like a real person with some crazy#family problems trying to survive a world at war and bear the weight of life of some of the people she personally had to train did you show#her some kind of mercy?? did people try to understand the whole f*ckery going on there? absolutely not#y'all are literally scared of complex female characters tf you talkin about?#sally acorn#archie sonic#sth
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Daniel Jackson in “Hathor”
#pun absolutely not intended YIKES#stargate#sg-1#stargateedit#daniel jackson#michael shanks#s1#ep13#1.13#***edits#i'd like to have a polite chat with the people responsible for this episode#because whoever did this#whoever decided that daniel would spend a whole episode on his knees looking adoring getting petted#needs to answer for it#'i beg of you show mercy' said while on his fucking KNEES#good GRIEF
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@carminekings: ❛ don't think this changes anything between us. ❜ ( joe & nate / joe saying this kinda teasingly because they either went for a drive — perhaps skipping school — and for once they don't even f*ck ? it becomes almost like a date ? maybe they smoke a joint in the backseat and share large fries and the weed leads them to makeout a lil' but it doesn't go any further and it's strangely romantic ? ) ( source ! )
"okay," nate says, tone clipped, like he can't really deal with all the mental gymnastics joe is having to do right now to make this into a problem, and he's well aware he's being a cunt by giving such a non-reaction. nate knows joe well enough by know to figure the reaction, the blood boiling and thrumming under nate's skin is what he wants. only joe walsh could turn something as innocuous as hotboxing and drinking milkshakes in his truck into something sinister. joe needs an exorcist or a fucking mood ring. "fucking hell. i'm gonna go back to kissing you now, unless you have any more helpful reminders. i can palm your dick if that'd somehow make this less upsetting for you. i dunno?"
selfishly, nate would like to go back to kissing, because the smoke has dried his mouth out something awful but made everything taste infinitely more fresh, sweeter, and when he sucks the swell of joe's bottom lip into his mouth it tastes like strawberry milk. maybe if he were sober and more inhibited, he'd be freaking out right along with him about what it all means, both emotionally and existentially, but after smoking an entire joint down the roach all nate can focus on is the wet pressure of joe's mouth and the noises he doesn't even seem to realize he's making, nate's hand stroking tender circles against his flank.
#carminekings#▸ ⠀ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐒 ⠀ ⠀ [ … ] ⠀reply.#▸⠀ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄/𝐉𝐎𝐄.⠀ ⠀ [ … ] ⠀i will show no mercy for you. you had no mercy for me.#/ mans would absolutely be bugging if he wasnt unhibited but alas ...#dubcon cw#bc of the weed .
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tedbeccas, if we have nothing else, then we will always have season 3 episode 10.
but dear god jason please give us something else :’)
#tedbecca#ted lasso#rebecca welton#ted x rebecca#rebecca x ted#ted lasso tv#jason sudeikis#hannah waddingham#i'm begging#i'm literally begging you sudeikis#show me just a bit of mercy#they are SOULMATES BRO#absolutely smitten#in love#no one can convince me otherwise
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Kreerence <3 (gnaws on ceiling fan)
#The way Kreese is so possessive and obsesssive about Johnny is so good#The way Kreese would not hesitate to kill someone for him. He’s so fuckin obssessed he nearly killed JOHNNY#We never see him show a soft spot unless it’s with Johnny or women….and don’t even get me started on what that implies#He would literally throw Daniel off a cliff ZERO hesitation if Johnny wanted it. He would be elated actually#Daniel is nothing more than a pest to him. it’d be like squishing a bug in his eyes#but alas Johnny isn’t into killing people. He’s still so soft at heart even after all his training#and still seems to LIKE Daniel (a nice guy with a good soul and gentle hands) in some ways. which is so damn annoying to Kreese#And gosh Johnny’s love for him. So wild and confused. wanting his love back and to make him happy. Make him TELL him he’s happy#Kreese was at his absolute lowest after he lost Johnny for his own actions#for hurting whats precious to him. For losing everything important#That’s why he didn’t leave Johnny alone throughout the entirety of CK#Johnny really said ‘fuck off and learn to treat me right’#Kreese: WaH Baby no I care about you more than anyone come back—#can’t wait to see how this pathetic❤️ behaviour continues in the new season#But what would have happened if Johnny had stayed after the choking? came back the next day to Kreese who was like a bitey dog with its tai#between it’s legs. staring at the marks on Johnny’s neck with disgust. he likes leaving his marks on Johnny#Likes hurting people with no mercy—But god. not Johnny. At least Not this much. How can he possibly make it up?#He does end up making it up. Gets Johnny back by slowly allowing himself to love better#at least with Johnny. Now they cuddle on the couch together and buy each other holiday gifts#Gosh I could talk about them so much#john kreese#kreerence#tw possessive behavior#tw unhealthy relationship#Turned healthy
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I love when you're playing a long form ttrpg campaign and you get the moment where you go "Oh! I know who my PC is now!!" it's so good. Some characters it takes a really long time to hit that point and others it takes no time at all but it's always great
#wastepaper basket#I had it on saturday w my pathfinder barbarian we had a moment of conflict between party members (characters not players)#Where I was like Oh! She would hate that actually! This is going to cause an argument!!#W the context being that another pc killed an enemy that had already been knocked unconscious#To which keo said NEVER DO THAT IN FRONT OF ME AGAIN#Bc ossy (other pc) takes a no mercy approach to being attacked but keo thinks that having power obliges you to show mercy#If you are stronger you are subject to the responsibility of not hurting people w that strength unless absolutely necessary#Which is how I've been playing her thus far she never initiates a fight unless she's hunting an animal for food#But being able to trace that back to a core personality trait is so good I love ttrpgs man
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look, i try to be a very kind and nice person. i do.
and i'll try to keep the toxicity to my 'loyal but mean' blog but i swear to you. i swear. i see one more person make fun of dream's appearance i will start killing on main.
#for the record this applies to any cc. you make fun of their appearance and i will show you the same amount of mercy my chickens show.#which is absolutely zero chickens have no morals!! they have no mercy!! they WILL do cannibalism for fun!!#loyal talks about stuff and things
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