#[ i used to enjoy it sO much and i really wanna get back into it uvu ]

[faiszt]

Hi I was wondering if we could get another Bob Reynolds headcanon x reader thing maybe like a size kink cuz the actor is 6'0 and muscular. Please and thank you 🙏🏼

SIZE KINK ╱ with BOB ⠀◟ ୨ minors do not interact !♥︎ blurb & smut content⠀⠀⠀⠀────⠀⠀⠀⠀headcanon based

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he licked his lips silently as you compared your hand to his, laughing and chattering about how big his hand was compared to yours—which, honestly, was quite little—and how cute it looked when bob was such a big man. “your hand must be the size of my head!” you said, still laughing as you held his hand between your two smaller ones.

some time ago, this wouldn’t have affected him, but now, at this moment, it was completely different. bob had been paying a certain amount of attention to your size, to how small you were compared to him, not just your hands, but your whole self. especially when he cuddled with you and you almost disappeared in his arms, that was... something he had never paid attention to, but it was getting to him.

“i’m way too big for you, aren’t i, little thing?” he grumbled hoarsely, his eyes darting from the way your hands played with his to your face lying on his chest. lying on top of him, you still looked smaller and by god’s sake, it wasn’t healthy what this was doing to his mind.

little thing. he gave you that nickname and used it constantly, even around the others, which always got a few laughs and made him tease you a little more. “i should start calling you big boy.” the new nickname made him let out a low groan, making you laugh when you realized that you had found a way to tease him the same way he did to you.

“don’t give me that big boy thing...” he almost pouted for a moment before tossing you a little to the side and making you lie on your back on the mattress, climbing over you. “you’re the little thing here and only you.” bob couldn’t help but notice the way he could keep you immobile beneath him so easily, just one hand of his would be enough to hold both your wrists and you wouldn’t even complain about it.

“well, do you intend to do anything about it or...?”

damn teasing. you should’ve known better than to say that to him—not when he hadn’t touched anyone like he really wanted to in so long. touch-starved, you could tell by the way he was forcing himself inside you. there you are, legs wrapped around his hips and nails scratching the skin in his back beneath the hoodie, the worst part was that you were enjoying this more than you thought you really would.

bob couldn’t control himself, he needed this. the way you said he wouldn’t fit and he still forced himself inside your sweet pussy, so tight around his cock to the point where he was whimpering as much as you were. “qui-quiet...” he nibbled on your shoulder between thrusts, one hand snaking over your mouth just to make sure you wouldn’t moan too loudly at any moment.

but, he could still hear your mumbling against his palm and it only caused to make him harder, burying his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin as he tried to keep himself quiet. the marks you would have in your neck tomorrow weren’t a concern now, but rather getting every inch of him inside you.

maybe, you were right in calling him a big boy. he might be big, but he was still a boy, acting all dominant, but losing it the second his cock felt too big for your little pussy. you were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely form a coherent sentence, just moaning and panting against your skin, licking and sucking it in his failed attempts to not be loud.

“f-fuck, you feel so... so... good,” he whispered, drawn out and muffled, against your ear, taking his hand away from your mouth, still thrusting into you hard. “i wanna come for you... inside you... please...” bob was just a completely mess, like you. the hand that was previously on your mouth moving down to find the hem of his hoodie, which he held up a little higher.

his intention was to feel you and also make you feel every single inch of him in those last moments, he wanted to sink into you every day, every hour, but he could settle for just a few days a week. he was making it worth it, stretching you open around his huge cock, making you delirious with it and making himself delirious with the sensation.

your orgasm came seconds before his and he caught a glimpse of the satisfaction on your face, it was enough to intensify his pleasure, leaving him limp above you as his thick jets filled you and left him in a limbo of momentary drowsiness. he knew he shouldn’t have gone so deep with it and he felt a little bad, he was afraid of hurting you.

“i’m sorry, little thing, did i hurt you?” he whispered softly like a lullaby, looking a little worried that he had done more than he should’ve. bob pulled out of you slowly, stroking your thigh, his eyes fixed on yours for any signs. “are you okay? did i do too much?”

you were a little tired and out of breath, still dealing with the aftermath of what had just happened, but you noticed the clear concern on his face and the gentle touch on your thigh, as if he was still trying to apologize for something he didn’t even need to. “it’s okay... i liked it, no need to apologize,” your words made him let out a relieved sigh before pressing a peck against your lips, keeping his face close to yours. “did you like it?”

“yeah.” he didn’t even think before answering, he just smirked silly, his hand on your thigh squeezing some of the skin. “i wanna do it again... and again...” then, he pressed another peck against your lips. “actually, can we do it again? like... now.”

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[scaredybunny]

Theres something about never hearing your dad swear until he's in your tight pussy 🤤

He's gently groomed gotten you used to physical touch with him. He's convinced himself that if you're enjoying it, there's nothing wrong with violating his little boy. So he makes sure you enjoy it, making you cum by rubbing you through your undies. It takes a lot of fortitude to not whip his cock out the first time he sees your blissed out post orgasm face. But that would be too scary for a little boy like you. He loves you, so he will take his time.

He even manages to control himself the first time you ask to make him feel good, the same way he makes you feel good.

"Daddy, what's that in your pants?"

"Well, sweetheart, you know how your parts get wet when you get excited? I have different boy parts that get hard when I get excited."

"Oh! Do you want me to touch you, daddy?"

He could have thrown you down and split you open right there. Instead, he let you touch him through his boxers. Guiding your hand and holding you close. When he came, he saw it in your eyes, desire.

He couldn't wait any longer. He had wanted to get you used to direct contact and fingering first but he had held himself back long enough.

"You wanna know the reason why your boy parts get wet and mine get hard, sport?"

"Mhmm!"

"They fit together, like a puzzle piece. My stiffness makes it easier to push in, and your wetness makes it slide in and out easy peasy! You wanna try it?"

You looked a bit intimidated.

"Are you sure that can go inside me daddy? it doesn't look like it'll fit."

He calmed your trepidation easily enough, and before long, he had you soaking wet, on all fours, ready for him. He told himself doggy style would make it less painful, but really he wanted to grope your perfect little ass while he fucked you. To see you bent over like a bitch in heat was almost too much for him. He lined himself up and pushed in. So tight and soft and wet. He couldn't help it.

"Fuuuuck" he tried to say it under his breath, but you still heard it.

"Daddy!" Usually, you might giggle at that, but you were too distracted by the pain. "ow ow ow! I don't think it's fitting, Daddy!"

"Sh sh sh shhhh." he had been so patient, he couldn't hold back anymore. He pushed your chest down, then forced your head into the soft pillows to quiet your whining. "quiet- fuck - quiet sweetheart, it'll stop stinging soon, daddy promises. god, fuck! It just hurts a bit the first time."

His change in demeanor was obvious even to you; your daddy was using you, and it hurt. But you couldn't fight him off, you're just a little boy. Eventually, he was lying on top of you, using his weight to hold you down as rutted his adult cock into you.

He was right in the end; it did stop hurting eventually. But your playtime got a lot rougher after that, your dad learned it was much easier to just hold you down :)

[fireinmoonshot]

plus one | joaquín torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: You help Joaquín get ready for a gala that he and Sam are attending – though because of the 'no plus ones' rule, Joaquín would rather stay with you instead... and he intends to convince you to let him. Warnings: I don't think I use any pronouns or gender specific terms in this (please let me know if I do and I'll fix my warnings) but it is mentioned that reader has hair long enough for Joaquín to tangle his hands in. There are references to nudity. It's also slightly suggestive at times but nothing specific. Word Count: 3.2k A/N: Surprise! It's been a whole month since I last wrote for Joaquín, and then this morning I woke up to those photos of Danny at the Mission premiere and he is so Joaquín in them that I was inspired. I was literally plotting this out at work cause I couldn't stop thinking about how good he looked in that outfit and then I started working on this the second I got home. I'm actually so happy with how it turned out considering I haven't written for Joaquín in a month, but I have missed writing for him so much. I really hope all of you will love this! 💗

“Angel, I really don’t think that Sam would mind that much,” Joaquin calls from the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. He hooks a towel around his waist and moves to stand in the doorway so he can see you, sitting cross legged on the bed, staring down at your phone. “I seriously think he’d be cool with going alone.”

You look up from your phone, eyes falling on your half-naked boyfriend, and forget how to speak for a moment. His hair is still wet and so is his chest – he’d clearly forgotten to dry himself off properly, wanting to talk to you so badly and attempt to convince you to let him stay home again.

Ever since he’d found out that there were no plus ones allowed at the gala he and Sam had been invited to, he had decided that he didn’t want to go. Sam was going to be there too, so it wasn’t like he was going alone, but for some reason, the simple fact that you couldn’t go made it so that he didn’t want to go either.

“Are you listening to me, angel?”

You blink, tearing your eyes away from his chest where you’d apparently been staring, and nod. “I am, but you’re still going to the gala, Joaquin. You made a promise to Sam.”

Joaquin pouts a little and walks across the room towards you. You try not to focus on the fact that the towel around his waist is tied incredibly low and instead, look at the wet footprints he’s leaving as he walks.

“Baby, you’re gonna get the carpet wet!” You scold him, standing up from the bed just as he reaches you. You place your hands on his chest and start to push him backwards towards the bathroom. “Dry yourself off before you come out here. You know better.”

Joaquin’s pout turns into a grin as he’s pushed backwards by you. He finds it adorable when you get so frustrated over the small things like that, and the fact that your hands are on his bare chest is just a bonus. “Well, stay with me in the bathroom while I dry off, then, cause I don’t wanna have to yell at you just to talk to you,” he says, allowing himself to be pushed back to the bathroom. 

“Fine,” you sigh, moving to take a seat on the toilet lid. 

You try your best not to stare as Joaquin undoes the towel around his waist and gets to work drying himself off. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before – the man does have a habit of wearing nothing or very little around the house – but it still has the same effect on you every time. You make an effort to look at his face instead. 

“I can just text Sam and tell him I’m sick or something,” Joaquin suggests, trying to get back to the topic of the gala. “He wouldn’t know if I’m lying or not.”

You groan and lean back against the cistern. “Baby, you are not lying to Sam about being sick. It’s just a few hours. You’ll probably really enjoy yourself when you’re there. It’ll go so fast and then you’ll be home.”

Joaquin picks up his boxers and pulls them on, frowning to himself as he does. He’d really thought that maybe, you watching him dry off after his shower might give you a reason to finally relent and let him stay home… he’d clearly underestimated your ability to stay true to your word. “You won’t be there, though. It’s not going to be as fun if you’re not there with me.”

“So you never had fun before you met me?”

He turns to look at you, a cheeky smile on his face. “Never.”

You roll your eyes and pick up his dress pants, sitting beside you on the vanity, and throw them at him. “Just get dressed, silly.”

“I’m just saying,” Joaquin says, catching the pants and pulling them on. “I’d have so much more fun if I stayed home with you. I’m sure I could could come up with something we could do. There are so many options.” 

He does the button on the pants up and looks at you, eyebrows raised. You can tell by the look on his face exactly what he’s thinking and shake your head, trying not to laugh. 

“C’mon, angel. What do you say?” He hums, taking a few steps closer to you and reaching down to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. This is definitely going to work. He knows that you’ve always been susceptible to his touch. 

Joaquin almost smiles as you stand up and place your hands on his chest. He places his own hands on your waist and tugs you a little closer to him. 

“Baby,” you start, and Joaquin nods at you, his eyes wide and full of hope. “I love you, but I swear if you don’t pick up that dress shirt right now, put it on and finish getting ready, I’m never touching you again. That means no hugs, no kisses, no–”

Joaquin groans and steps back away from you. “You’re killing me here, angel.”

“You’ll live,” you laugh, sitting back down on the toilet lid.

He picks up the dress shirt from the vanity and pulls it on, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. The pout on his lips is so cute that you almost stand right back up and kiss him, but you know that if you do, there’s no way Joaquin is leaving the house.

“I might not,” Joaquin huffs, starting to do the buttons up on his shirt. “It’ll be hours without you. I’ll be all alone in a giant room full of strangers.”

You watch as he does the buttons up all the way to the top and can’t help yourself from standing up and taking a few steps towards him. The pout on his mouth stays in place. 

“You’re the most social person I know, Joaquin. Since when do you fear a room full of strangers?” You ask, reaching up to the top button of his shirt. “Anyway, I’ll be eagerly waiting for you to come home if that makes you feel any better.” 

Joaquin’s hands find your waist again as you unbutton the top button of the shirt. His breath hitches. Has he finally won you over just by being fully dressed and pouty? His grip tightens on your waist as you unbutton the next button. Then, you drop your hands.

“Angel.”

“There, all done,” you smile, leaning up to peck his lips. “Now, come on. I’ll dry your hair and style it for you and then you’ll be all ready to go. Sam will be here soon anyway.” 

You move to step away from him and walk out of the room but Joaquin is quick to pull you back to him. Before you have a chance to object, his lips are on yours. You moan a little at the contact which only spurs Joaquin on more. His hands slip underneath the fabric of your pyjama shirt as he manoeuvres you up and onto the vanity behind you. He uses one hand to push your legs apart so he can stand between them. The other hand moves to tangle in your hair.

It takes every ounce of control not to start unbuttoning the rest of Joaquin’s shirt as he kisses you. You can’t even fist the fabric in your hands, not wanting to crease it when he’s about to leave for a fancy gala. His hair, though, is open territory. Despite the fact that it’s still damp, one of your hands weaves its way into it and you can’t help but tug a little. The noise he makes into your mouth is one you wish you could hear over and over again.

Reluctantly, Joaquin has to pull away to breathe soon. His forehead falls against yours, his breathing heavy. One of his hands rests on your thigh, the other one that had been in your hair now gently holding the back of your neck. 

“You ready for me to dry your hair now?” You ask, voice a little teasing.

Joaquin rolls his eyes and stands up straight. “You can’t seriously expect me to still go to the gala after that, can you?” 

Smiling, you put your hands on his chest and push him back a little, just enough for you to stand up off of the vanity. His hands stay firmly on you, the one that had been on your thigh now resting on your hip instead. 

“You say that as if I’m the one who initiated that, baby.”

He can’t help but laugh a little at that. You were right – he had been the one to initiate the kiss. He just hadn’t expected you to get quite as into it as you had. “Okay, fair call.”

You reach down to take one of his hands. “C’mon, baby.”

Joaquin allows himself to be dragged out of the bathroom by you and smiles a little at the fact that only minutes ago, you’d been pushing him back into the bathroom and now you’re dragging him out of it. He allows you to dry his hair, enjoying the feeling of your fingers running through it and the warm air from the hairdryer. He especially enjoys the fact that you lean down once it’s all dry and kiss him just behind his ear. He almost turns around and tugs you down onto his lap then and there. He’s surprised he manages to stop himself.

It’s not too long later that you’re standing beside him just inside the front door of your house. There’s a limo outside waiting to pick up Joaquin to take him to the gala. Sam’s already waiting inside, probably very impatiently.

“You sure it’s too late to back out?” Joaquin asks, his arms wrapped around you, hands resting on the small of your back. “I could still pull the ‘hey, I’m feeling sick all of a sudden’ card.”

“No, Joaquin,” you shake your head. “You’re going.”

He groans and throws his head back. “Ugh, fine.”

You take advantage of the situation to stand up on your tip-toes and press a kiss to his neck, right above his Adam’s apple. You can feel him tense up at the sudden contact and feel satisfied that you’ve succeeded in your intentions as you see the look in his eyes.

“What was that for?” 

“I’m just giving you another memory to think of when you’re out tonight,” you shrug your shoulders. “You look so handsome that I couldn’t help myself. You should wear shirts like this more often.”

Joaquin chuckles. “Thank you, angel. I think I need another memory though.”

He leans in and kisses you again. It’s only a quick kiss, even though he’d like nothing more than to make it more than that, but it’s good enough for him.

As soon as you break away, there’s the sound of the car horn honking outside – Sam’s way of telling Joaquin to hurry the hell up.

“Now, you really have to go,” you laugh, pulling yourself out of his arms to open up the front door. You shiver a little at the cool evening air and it makes Joaquin want to wrap you up in his arms all over again. “Baby, come on.” You reach out and grab his hand, pulling him forward until he’s finally out on the doorstep. 

Joaquin smiles at you, just enjoying the feeling of holding your hand. 

“Okay, you go out and have a good night, okay? Text me when you’re on your way home. I’ll try and stay awake for you as long as I can,” you give his hand a squeeze and then let go.

“I won’t be late, I promise. I don’t wanna keep you up,” he says. Joaquin isn’t going that easily, though. He steps forward and gives you another quick kiss. “I love you, angel.” The words are murmured against your lips. “I want more kisses when I’m home, okay?”

Laughing, you gently push him away from you. “Hurry up, you’re keeping Sam waiting!”

“Only when you say you love me too!”

“I love you too. Now go!”

Joaquin grins and finally turns around, starting to walk down the path towards the car. He’s about half way there when he turns on his heel and starts running back to you. You watch him, amused, as he makes his way back towards the house. Unsurprisingly, he meets you with another kiss – this one a little longer and a little rougher than last time.

Instead of being interrupted by a car horn honking this time, it’s the sound of Sam’s voice that makes Joaquin pull away from you, his hand still resting on your back. 

“I swear if you don’t get into this car right now, Joaquin, I’m replacing you as Falcon!”

Joaquin’s eyes widen almost comically, but even though a part of him really believes that Sam would do it, it doesn’t stop him from leaning in to peck your lips again before he turns back around and starts running towards the limo.

“I love you, angel!” He yells as he’s running.

“Love you too,” you call back through your laughter.

You watch as he gets into the limo and then notice the window rolling down. He waves to you until the house is no longer visible and then finally looks at Sam for the first time since he’d gotten in. 

“Next time, we’re negotiating for plus ones.”

~~~

It’s late by the time Joaquin comes home – much later than you’d anticipated. You’d attempted to stay up as long as you could, but when you hear the key in the front door, you’re half asleep in your bed, the room only lit by a lamp on your bedside table. 

“Angel, are you sleeping?” Joaquin’s voice wakes you up a little.

Stifling a yawn, you push yourself into a seated position as the door to your bedroom opens and Joaquin walks inside, a smile on his face the second he sees you. His hair is a little messy, likely from a night of dancing or other tomfoolery, and his shirt is creased like you’d expected it to be when he came home. 

“Hey, baby. What time is it?” You ask, rubbing your eyes a little. You’re pretty sure you’d fallen asleep for at least a little bit there, but you have no idea when or for how long. “Did you have a good night?”

Joaquin crosses over towards the bed and is about to sit down on it when you stop him. 

“No outside clothes on the bed.”

He chuckles and starts to undo his belt. “You just trying to get me naked, angel?”

“If I wasn’t about to pass out, I’d say yes.”

He removes his dress shirt and pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor and leaving him in only his boxers before he climbs up onto the bed beside you, his phone in one of his hands. He slides underneath the covers and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him so he can lean in and press a kiss to your cheek.

“It’s like… one a.m., I think,” Joaquin starts, answering your earlier question. “And I had the best night. You were right, angel. I really enjoyed myself once I was actually there.” He pauses for a second, then his eyes light up as he remembers something. “Oh, they had a whole room full of ice sculptures! Have you seen them before? It was so cold in there, like a giant walk-in freezer. They even had a sculpture of me! Wait, I took a picture…”

You smile, leaning into his side as he unlocks his phone and opens up the camera roll. He swipes past about ten selfies of himself before he gets to the ones he wants to show you – the ice sculptures. You’re definitely gonna be asking for copies of the selfies tomorrow.

“I took photos of everything so I could show you,” he explains, stopping on one ice sculpture that is unmistakably Falcon. “How cool is that! I’m an ice sculpture. I mean, not anymore. I’m probably just a puddle of water now but still.”

It’s sweet, the way he’s so excited about how much he’d enjoyed his evening. Even though it’s one in the morning and you wish you were fast asleep, you’re glad to be experiencing the wonder in his eyes and the joy in his voice. How he can be so energetic so late at night though, you don’t understand. 

“That’s super cool, baby,” you hum, no longer looking at the photo but up at him.

Joaquin locks his phone and sits it on his bedside table. “Honestly, I think it might’ve been one of the best nights of my life,” he admits.

You raise your eyebrows. “Oh, that’s funny coming from the man who didn’t even want to go in the first place,” you chuckle, amused. You’re a little more awake now, simply from seeing how happy he is. “So, you don’t need those kisses you asked for anymore, then? I can just go back to sleep then.”

He looks down at you. “Okay, so I didn’t say that.” 

One of his hands moves to cup your jaw, his thumb gently swiping over your cheek, as he leans in to kiss you again. Despite the fact that he had had a really great night at the gala, it would’ve been made a million times better with you there. And after the kisses you’d shared while he was getting ready, he’s been waiting for this one all night.

The kiss is different to all the ones you’d had before. It’s slow, soft and gentle. It doesn’t last very long, though. Joaquin can tell how tired you are and the last thing he wants is to keep you up any later, especially when he’d been out later than he’d intended on. 

“That was nice,” you mutter after he pulls away from the kiss.

“It was,” he agrees, then tilts his head downwards to briefly capture your lips in his again. His teeth nip at your bottom lip, unable to help himself. “But you should get some sleep now, angel. It’s late and you were falling asleep when I came in, I could tell.”

You stifle another yawn and shake your head. “No, I wanna stay up with you longer. I missed you tonight.”

Joaquin’s heart clenches in his chest. You’d been so adamant for him to go, but all this time you’d been at home missing him. You’d even tried staying awake until he’d come home and had barely achieved it. 

“I’ll be here when you wake up, angel,” he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. “I missed you tonight, too. Every second that I was at that gala I wished you were with me.”

You smile sleepily as you shuffle down so you can lay down in the bed. Joaquin moves to lay beside you, putting his head on his own pillow, the hand that had been on your face moving to rest on your hip. 

“You looked really handsome tonight, baby,” you murmur. 

“Thank you, angel,” Joaquin replies softly. 

“Next time,” you yawn, unable to stop yourself this time, and shuffle closer to him, burying your head in his chest. “You should negotiate for a plus one.” 

Joaquin can’t help but chuckle as he wraps his arm around you. “One step ahead of you, angel.”

~~~

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[princessleprechaunnn]

Memory 1

click the thing that says click for the series masterlist warning: ummm typical yellowjackets things, cussing, drug use, lezzing out hopefully a series as long as i stay locked in

         You were walking back to the cabin, water in tow. As you set it down, you spot Natalie and Travis bickering. You try to walk past them, but your curiosity gets the best of you.

“What the fuck is the issue?” you say trying to sound annoyed, but the slight smirk on your face betrays you. 

Natalie scoffed before looking at you “This bitch is too good to go hunting with me, wanna come instead?”

You took a second before shifting on your feet and replying, “Umm, sure.”

At that, Nat slung the rifle over her shoulder and started trekking deeper into the woods.

Somehow, she leads you back to the crash site. Nat abruptly stops, and you shift nervously before calling out her name softly.

“Nat, why are we here? I thought we were going hunting?”

She turns around, meeting your gaze, and walks into the plane's cabin. “Hold on..”

You wait patiently when you finally see Nat’s head pop out again, grinning at you. You furrow your brows, confused, until you look down at her hand. A crumpled bag, as well as her lighter. Her face seems to beckon you closer, and before you know it, you are sitting on the plane floor with Natalie.

She fidgets softly with the lighter until she gets it to light and takes a blunt from the bag. She brings it to the flame and lights it. You watch as she breathes in, and soon slowly exhales the hot puff of smoke. She looks at you for a moment, looking as if she were contemplating something.

“You smoke?” she asks, a quizzical expression on her face.

“I mean, I’ve tried a cigarette once or twice at a party. But I haven’t made it a habit?” She chuckles softly before sitting up and leaning in a bit closer.

“Just open your mouth, breathe in like it's a straw. Hold it in for a second, then slowly let it go. Ok, you try.”

You take the blunt in your hand, gazing at it momentarily. “It’s not gonna bite, either hit it or pass it back,” Nat says, her gaze softening slightly.

“Shit, ok.” You try to do what Nat says, but it feels like your lungs are about to explode. You blow out the smoke and start to cough aggressively, which makes Nat start laughing loudly.

“Oh my god, easy there. You’re too aggressive. It's not going anywhere, ease up.” You try it again, and follow Nat’s instructions. To both of your surprise, you softly exhale the smoke.

“Better, now gimme.”

It’s been almost an hour of you smoking and talking with Natalie, and your conversations were frequently interrupted by fits of giggles. As she rambles on about something, you interrupt her.

“We should have hung out more in school, you are honestly the most decent person on this team.”

Her gaze on you softens momentarily, but then her wall is right back up. 

“Because you would wanna hang out with the school burnout, yeah, right.” She looks away from you, her eyes searching for anything to look at other than your face.

“I wouldn’t have minded, I don’t care about that shit too much. Plus, you are so fucking funny. And I could have kept you company whenever you skipped.” You said, looking at Nat softly. 

She gazes at your lips, and you gaze at hers. “You really would have hung out with me?” she whispers 

“Hell yeah,” you spurted out.

Your words caused a silence to fall over you both, until Nat spoke up. 

“We should probably go back, also, I need to find us all dinner on the way back.” You both stood up and straightened out your clothes. You began the longer walk back to the cabin, Natalie scoring two rabbits on the way. As you walk back into the cabin, you look at Natalie one more time as she speaks with Shauna. She met your gaze for a moment and smiled softly at you. Her lopsided grin brought butterflies to your stomach. 

Oh fuck…

notes: i caved to the demons (my impatience) ...also enjoy me trying to describe how to smoke a blunt despite having no knowledge on the subject!

[coolestgirlouttherexoxo]

Don't Flinch

Atv x reader - angst, smut and fluff

also ngl i used the em dash a lot in the smutty parts but i wanna clarify this is not ai!!

C/W: enemies to lovers, mentions of injury and blood, unprotected boomboyah 😫, mild language and emotional tension

You and Arthur Frederick have never gotten along.

Not in the banter way people think you do. Not in the teasing, flirt-until-it's-love, enemies-in-name-only way.

No—you genuinely can’t stand the smug look on his face when he gets higher marks than you. Can’t deal with how he always has something clever to say, how he’s never wrong, how he’s so effortlessly good at everything.

And the worst part? You’re exactly the same. Just as sharp. Just as competitive. Just as impossible to tolerate.

So when you both ended up in the same uni, same law course, and—tragically—the same friend group, it was like the universe had decided to trap you in some sick cosmic joke.

Group hangouts are war zones. Arguments over case law turn into debates that leave the rest of your friends speechless and slightly afraid. Someone mentions grades and it's on—like blood in the water.

Still, somehow, you're always near each other. Post-lecture coffees. Shared Ubers after pub nights. Mutual friends’ birthdays where you end up stuck on the same side of the table, hurling quiet insults between bites of cake.

You don’t know when it shifted from competition to something else. When the way he said your name started to sound like a challenge. When your arguments left your cheeks hot for entirely different reasons. When “fuck off, Arthur” became less of a curse and more of a craving.

But you’d never admit it. Not first.

And neither would he.

Which is why, when he gets hurt—really hurt—and you end up being the one to look after him… everything you’ve been pretending not to feel comes crashing in, whether you like it or not.

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You find Arthur on the stairs of the apartment block.

Bleeding.

Of course, the idiot texted the group chat instead of calling for help. A blurry photo of his swollen ankle and some half-assed “lol think I twisted it” caption, followed by silence.

By the time you get to the bottom floor, he’s sitting with his head tipped back against the wall, cheek scraped, lip split, and muttering, “I’m fine,” to no one in particular.

“You’re such a dickhead,” you snap, crouching next to him.

“Nice to see you too,” he mumbles, eyes fluttering open. Blood has dried at the corner of his mouth. “Come to insult me while I die?”

“You’re not dying,” you hiss, looping his arm over your shoulder. “Though maybe if you did, I’d finally get some peace.”

“Aw, you’d miss me.”

“Yea okay mate.”

He’s too heavy.

Too hot, too solid, too close. You drag him into your flat because it’s nearer than his, ignoring his weak protests and the way he winces every time you shift him. He smells like sweat and rain and that stupid, addictive cologne you hate so much you’ve Googled it more than once.

You get him on the sofa and kneel between his knees, grabbing your first aid kit.

“You don’t have to—”

“Shut up.”

Silence falls. You clean his face with shaking hands, dabbing at the scrape on his cheek.

“Stop flinching,” you murmur.

“Stop stabbing me with antiseptic.”

You glare at him. “Don’t be a baby.”

He grins. “You’re enjoying this.”

You are, in a way you don’t want to examine. The way his eyes follow your every move. The way his legs bracket yours. The way you know exactly how he got this banged up—trying to impress someone on a night out, probably. Someone who wasn’t you.

“I said shut up.”

His ankle’s bad. Purple and swollen and completely fucked.

“Needs to be elevated,” you say, grabbing a cushion and sliding it under. “Ice pack every twenty minutes.”

He lets out a shaky breath. “You sound like you care.”

You freeze. “I don’t.”

“Sure.”

He’s watching you. Not with his usual smugness, but something quieter. Softer. Your heart stutters.

“You’re annoying,” you mutter. “But you’re my friend, and I can’t exactly let you rot in a stairwell.”

“That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“I can take it back.”

The night drags. You check his ankle every hour. He drifts in and out of sleep, grumbling about your sofa cushions, twitching every time you brush against him.

At 2 a.m., you bring him tea.

At 2:04, he says, “You really hate me that much?”

You pause mid-sip. “Yes.”

He raises a brow.

“No,” you admit. “I just… don’t know what to do with you.”

“I could say the same.” He leans back, wincing. “You’re all sharp edges. You act like you hate me but then you’re patching me up and bringing me tea and…”

“And what?”

His voice drops. “And I think about kissing you every time you yell at me.”

Your throat dries.

“You’re concussed.”

“Probably.” His lips quirk. “Still true.”

You cross the room before you can stop yourself.

“You’re a prick,” you whisper, leaning over him.

“I know.”

And then you kiss him.

Your lips crash into his and it’s like setting a match to everything that’s been building. All the biting remarks, the smug glances, the years of sharp banter and tense stares—they dissolve into heat, into desperation.

Arthur’s groan rumbles through his chest as he fists your shirt, dragging you closer, even though you know it hurts him. You yank back instantly, breathless.

“Don’t,” you whisper, pressing your palm gently to his chest. “You’re hurt.”

He looks up at you, dazed and aching and needy. “M’fine.”

“You’re not,” you breathe, fingers brushing his scraped cheek. “Tell me if I hurt you. I mean it.”

His voice is hoarse. “I will. Promise.”

You nod, and then your lips find his again—slower this time. Deeper. The kind of kiss that sinks its claws in and holds. You shift to straddle his lap carefully, mindful of his swollen ankle propped up on the cushion behind you.

“You alright?” you murmur against his lips, heart pounding.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Better than alright. You’re—fuck, you’re killin’ me.”

“Good.”

Your hands move under his shirt, tracing the skin of his torso, mapping out every ridge and bruise. When he shivers, you pause.

“This okay?”

He nods, eyes glassy. “Feels good.”

You peel the shirt off, biting your lip at the sight of him—flushed, beautiful, already hard beneath you. His hands skim your thighs, but they tremble when they reach your waistband.

“Can I?” he asks, voice suddenly soft.

You take his wrists and guide them. “Only if you let me take care of you.”

He looks at you like you’ve just knocked the wind out of him.

“I don’t think anyone ever has,” he whispers.

Your chest aches. You kiss him like that’ll fix it—slow, aching, reverent.

You undress each other in pieces. His lip bleeds again when you nip it, but he doesn’t stop you. He just holds you tighter. You sink down on him slowly, both of you groaning, and his grip on your hips turns white-knuckled.

“Wait—” you pause halfway, watching his face. “Arthur. Talk to me. Is it too much?”

He’s panting, head tipped back. “No—no, I need it. Just—God, you feel so good—”

You bottom out and he whines, eyes scrunching shut.

“Hey,” you say gently, brushing his hair off his forehead. “You with me?”

“Yeah,” he gasps. “Yeah—just… don’t stop. Please.”

You start to move slowly, keeping your hands on his chest to brace yourself. Each roll of your hips pulls a ragged sound from him. You lean in close, lips against his ear.

“You’re doing so well,” you murmur. “Taking me so well. Even when you’re hurt.”

He moans like you’ve touched his soul.

“Fuck—you’re killing me,” he rasps. “You hate me, remember?”

You bite his earlobe. “Don’t seem to be acting like it, do I?”

You keep checking in with him—every shift, every movement. Your fingers trail up his sides as you ride him, slower now, more deliberate. You feel every tremor in his body, every clench of his jaw, and you know it’s not just from pleasure.

When you pause to adjust your angle, he whines.

“You okay?”

“Yeah—yeah,” he breathes. “Just—don’t wanna finish yet. Want it to last.”

You smile and cup his jaw. “It’s okay if you don’t. You can let go, Arthur. I’ve got you.”

Something breaks in his eyes—something real. He pulls you down into a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue and want, and then you’re fucking him harder, dragging your nails down his chest, grinding your hips so deep that he cries out.

“Feels so good—feels so fucking good,” he moans, almost delirious. “I can’t—please, I need—”

“What do you need, baby?” you pant.

“You—I need you to come, need to feel it—need to feel you fall apart—”

You do. You come with a gasp and a sob into his neck, trembling through it, still rolling your hips through the waves. He follows right after, helpless, shuddering beneath you as he spills inside you with a broken moan of your name.

You stay like that for a moment—forehead to forehead, chests heaving, soaked in sweat.

Then you pull back just slightly and cup his face again.

“Arthur,” you whisper, “talk to me.”

His lashes flutter. “I’m okay,” he says, voice hoarse. “I’m more than okay.”

You brush your thumb over his cheek. “Was it too much?”

“No,” he says, quiet and honest. “It was… everything.”

And when he kisses you again, it’s not desperate anymore. It’s gentle.

It’s grateful.

It’s the kind of kiss that says I think I loved you long before I knew it.

[sonic-takeover]

D'aww, you two are still the cutest together Sonic and Shadow! <3 Best of luck, cuz' everyone knows that if you guys find some new orphaned/abandoned kid you'll get attached and bring them home whether you're married yet by then or not. 😹 You two are both just the nurturing type, I don't think you can help it. 😹

*Sonic is running faster than the wind, closing his eyes as he follows the familiar paths and turns of his and Shadow's favorite trail. He smiles and breathes in the smell of the forest waking up into springtime. Shadow is skating at his side, huffing as he tries to calm down from his tension earlier. Sonic bumps shoulders with him* Hey! Race you to the top of the volcano!

Fine! *Shadow zooms ahead. Sonic laughs and catches up with him as they begin to circle the mountain. Once they reach the top, Sonic does a spin dash in the air and lands on the edge of the volcano. He stretches*

Mmm, that was great! Sorry you lost even after I was bedridden for two days, sunshine~ *Sonic turns to look at Shadow, his smile faltering* .... Babe?

*Shadow is walking away from him along the edge of the volcano. He goes to one of the boulders and sits down. Sonic zooms over to join him, sitting next to him*

The view is so beautiful up here, isn't it?

*Shadow sighs and looks around for the first time. His expression softens a little* .. Yes... I suppose so.

*Sonic smiles, watching him. He leans over to kiss his cheek* Hey.. What's going on in that grumpy mind of yours?

*Shadow lets his shoulders relax a bit when Sonic kisses him. He closes his eyes at the touch, then opens them again to study the ground as they talk* He isn't a kid. He acts like one around us, but... He's probably just joking around. I took it too seriously.

... Yeah, kinda.. But that's okay! It's nice to see you care so much about someone. Someone other than me, I mean~

Heh.. I guess so. I didn't think I cared so much, but.. It felt... Nice. To be a father.

Yeah? *Sonic tilts his head, admiring Shadow. He loves that look he gets when he's vulnerable*

Yeah. And then you raised Tails by yourself, and he turned out, uh... Well.... He's a good kid.

Thanks.. I think?

*Shadow takes Sonic's hand, holding it in both of his own as he talks, his eyes scanning the horizon. Sonic lets him fidget with his glove* I know we're not even close to being ready to get married or anything, but... Playing house with you and Silver, it's... I enjoyed it. I think it'll be nice when we get a kid of our own.

*Sonic is staring at him with sparkling eyes, a little smile on his lips. He lets off a breathless laugh* You want that..? With me..?

Of course I do. Sonic, you don't seem to understand how much I've pictured a future with you. Before we faced our feelings, I... Admit I was a bit like Amy. With that journal she has where she writes her and Metal's names-

*Sonic sits forward, grinning* You write our names in your journal??

*Shadow blushes, looking at him for the first time* What?? No! Don't read my journal, hedgehog!

I haven't, but now I really wanna! Oh please, Shads, just this once. Did you write my name with your last name? Did you put little hearts around it~?

Shut up!! *He shoves him away, his cheeks red*

*Sonic laughs and shoves him back playfully* Come onnn I wanna see! How long have you been doing this??

Since- Wait, no! I don't do it! Ugh!! *He gets up* I'm going home to burn those journals.

Nooooo baby don't, I love that you do that! *Sonic gets up to follow him* It's so cute!! Honeyyy!! *They race off back toward the bigass house*

[venusinthesun]

going to sleep with the twins and waking up to belphie licking at you cunt, whilst beel records it so they can have something whenever they miss you.

can you tell i dont know how to write stuffs 💔

Fem! Belphie and beel x afab! Reader

Cw: noncon, somnophilia, recording, cunnilingus, restraining, praise, beel is ooc, badly written

Wet dreams were always something you enjoyed. It’s nice when it happens, a little more pleasurable and interesting than the normal dreams you get at night, something to spice up your nighttime. Usually you end up forgetting them, but you don’t really need to remember to know this one is definitely more intense than usual.

You don’t think youve ever heard voices before, to start. Soft cooing and gentle praise from some unknown but comforting voice is a nice change of pace. You also don’t think you’ve ever felt so…slick? During a dream before. You’re not sure if that’s the right word, but it’s a bit hard to think right now.

And you’re definitely sure you’ve never felt somebody adjust you. Soft hands spreading your thighs just a bit wider for whoever was below-

If it wasn’t for Beel anticipating your wake-up, you probably would have bolted straight of out your bed.

“Hey,hey it’s okay human! You’re fine right now..” Beel holds you down gently, big hands keeping your shoulders on the bed despite the effort you use to push back. Your eyesight is still blurry, but it doesn’t take a genius to realize she’s holding a little camera in her hands, pointed at your face with a little red light blinking. It also doesn’t take much to glance down to see the face of belphie between your legs, eating away at your cunt. 

“What—what the hell?! What is going on?”

“Well we know you’re going away for a bit, so we wanted something to remember you with…”

You’re not sure if horrified is enough to describe your feelings right now. Any attempt at responding is cut off by your own moan as Belphie makes sure to hit a certain spot inside you, her grip tightening around your thighs.

“Belphie doesn’t wanna come up to talk to you, she’s waited a while to get to taste you.” Beel’s gaze is locked into yours as she talks, but you can see her eyes slowly wander down your bare body. “I spent a long time with you, but Belphie was nice enough to let go for extra…that’s why you should be a good human and let her have some fun too.”

It’s getting embarrassing at this point, the amount of small whimpers and moans escaping your lips as Belphie continues to bury herself between your legs. Beel turns the camera from your face to Belphie, and you’re not sure if you should be grateful or not it’s not trained on your face anymore.

The camera not being on your face doesn’t stop Beel’s eyes from catching yours, looking at you fondly as her twin eats you out below.

“You’ll be a good human right? We’re gonna miss you so much while you’re gone, and I want to taste you again after Belphie’s done.”

[dragqueenstarscream]

Think g about what you said on Staroptisent with praise kink star and degredation/humiliation kink Sentinel and just oughhhhh, there’s so many fun ways they can play this out as a group (Star getting a princess treatment while Sentinel gets punished for the same things Star is doing comes to mind) but OUGH I also gotta think about how interesting aftercare is—

Sentinel needs a lot of reassurance and praise, he doesn’t like admitting it, but it’s true. Whether it’s after an intense scene where he was captured and used as an organic’s incubator or just regular degradation and bondage, reassurance is a major part of the caretaking process for him and bringing him out of subspace. Back in the earlier days of this relationship between them, I like to think there was definitely a rough subdrop experience for Sentinel. He was trying to act tough and say he didn’t need anything but then immediately cracked when Optimus went to take care of Starscream—now they’re extra careful to make sure he gets what he needs. Gets squirmy when fluid start to dry so they either plan to use the wash racks post scene or make use of damp cloth to wipe any offending fluids away. Likes his finials being stoked.

Starscream also needs reassurance and praise, especially in scenes where he’s domming—playing Decepticon conqueror seems really fun but wow when it’s the people you care about it can feel kind of…rough. Otherwise it’s mostly cuddle time with a cube to get all that fuzziness out of his head. He’s big enough to hold both Optimus and Sentinel but usually likes to have one on his chest and the other stroking his wings (Usually Optimus until he and sentinel start to get closer) complains the gunk earlier than sentinel does but also picks on him for it. Preens the hell out of Optimus and Sentinel both in the wash racks and afterwards (though like the wings, this was more frequently for just Optimus until he and sentinel get closer)

Optimus tends to put the others before himself and thus for more intense scenes needs to be bothered into taking care of himself once care for subs is over lest he fall into domdrop. He usually needs a cube, cuddles, and reassurance that he did well (particularly from sentinel, the degredation is hot—but sometimes the words he says eat him up inside a little. Even if it’s just pretend.) Star usually takes the lead on this, but Sentinel also can do it too to make sure their lovable maintenance bot turned war hero doesn’t neglect his needs. A little background noise and/or a datapad with something to read help ground him too.

aftercare and how different characters react to it is such an underrated way to explore dynamics! because yeah, everyone's gonna have different needs, because sex can take a lot out of you.

with how much he enjoys humiliation, sentinel needs reassurance that his partners still care about him. it's so easy to get into that headspace and start taking those words to spark. he's gotta be told that he's loved, that he's cared for, that he matters. and with his sensory issues, he's gotta get cleaned off as quickly as he can, or else his skin starts to crawl.

meanwhile, with starscream, as much as he likes playing the villain, he still wants love - and part of that aftercare is loving on his partners. yes, he gets a kick out of putting his partners in handcuffs, pretending to capture them, telling them that there's no way they'll be able to resist the power of the decepticons. but he also doesn't wanna be seen as just an ex con, so he buries himself in preening his partners and being their pillow for cuddles. it's reassuring for him.

optimus is the most likely to refuse aftercare because he's so used to taking care of everyone, but with how much he pampers them, sentinel and starscream won't let that slide. even something as simple as a cube of energon and an, "i love you," is enough to help him feel better, but starscream and sentinel won't usually settle for that. back massages are optimus' favorite. sentinel's smaller servos get the knots he can't reach, while starscream's giant servos practically tenderize his back. it's pretty incredible.

[shadedheart138]

I'll Be Here Until You're Okay

Legend was fine when they landed in Skyloft. It'd been ages since Sky had seen Groose or Sun, and he quite literally cried when he saw them again. Sky deserved to see his partners, deserved to see his Loftwing, his home. It was a blissful few days of rest, before they had to leave due to hearing of a group of black blooded monsters nearby.

Legend was fine when they landed in Outset, even with the memories of the waves, the sand, a girl and a dream. Wind had missed his grandma and sister so much, and he'd screamed as soon as they hit the sand. He ran faster than Legend had ever seen him run. Wind had smiled more than he had in a while too, and Legend got really sunburnt and quite miserable.

Legend was fine when they landed in Four's world. It was good to see Four's Grandpa again, to trade stories and fix some of Wild's broken weapons. Four had been excited to see the Minish again, and get a chance to talk to Dot.

They were fine when they landed in Time's. The ranch was quiet and felt almost like home. Malon was kind as always, and they had good places to sleep. Fighting was easier, almost, with the knowledge they'd have an actual bath and mattresses to sleep on when they were done.

Fine in Wild's. Flora had been ecstatic to see her partner again, and Wild relaxed a good bit around her. Seeing Farosh had been a rare treat, and the hot springs Wild had brought them all to were heavenly.

Fine in Twilight's. Ordon was just as quiet as the ranch had been.

Hyrule's. Good to see Hyrule acting confident for once.

Warriors'. The bars were good.

But they were most decidedly not fine once they landed in Wild's again, after only a couple of months away from it. ***

Legend stepped forward out of the portal, Hyrule right behind them. They blinked in the bright sunlight, expecting to see a familiar landmark, the house they shared with Ravio...

When none of that was seen and instead they were greeted by an open field, Legend froze. Why Wild's Hyrule again? Why? Hylia must really hate them if she won't even let them go home. Legend hated her just as much, she never let them rest, not even after all the adventures. No matter how many times Legend did her bidding, she was never satisfied. Legend clenched a fist, angry. They wanted to go home.

Home.

Oh, Ravio.

Legend's eyes watered. They let their hand unclench, suddenly gripping the side of their skirt instead. It'd been almost five months since Legend had seen Ravio. Legend bit their lip and didn't notice their name had been called until the entire Chain was watching them with worried expressions. Legend took their hands from their skirt and clasped them together instead, with a sort of finality. "Wild. This is yours, right?" Fuck, Legend's voice broke. Legend took a shuddering breath, watching Wild. Wild nodded, expression sad. Legend nodded stiffly right back, before turning around and beginning to walk, shaking. They didn't care where they went, not right now. If the road didn't lead to home then Legend didn't care.

"Legend-?"

Legend ignored Warriors, continuing to walk. The longer their mind dwelled on home, on Ravio, the worse they felt. Legend was quite tired of feeling sad already.

Ravio. Legend missed him so much. The space between his teeth, his scarf. Sheerow. His laugh. The feeling of his hands against Legend's. The gentle curve of the back of his neck against Legend's hand. The stumble when they danced together.

Legend hadn't even received a letter from their husband in what, three, four weeks? Almost a month? (Married for tax purposes, Legend always insists. Lies.) What if Ravio was hurt? Worse, what if Ravio was dead? Fuck. The thought alone... Legend choked, giving a soft whine. They brought a hand over their mouth, trying to stifle it. Tried not to cry, don't cry, don't cry, don't-

A soft hand came down on Legend's shoulder, encouraging them to turn. Legend turned, eyes squeezed shut, biting their lip hard to try and make the pain there worse than the pain in their heart. Legend was gently pulled forwards into someone's chest- Time, only Time had that height -and Time's hand came up behind Legend's head to cradle it close. Ravio had always held them the exact same as Legend was being held by Time right now. It hurt.

"I'm sure the next portal we go through will be yours, Legend." Time said quietly. Legend gave a soft sob- the way they were being held, how much they missed Ravio, the soft tone, it was all too much- and that was all it took for them to lose the tiny bit of control they had over their emotions. Legend shakily put their arms around Time, fisting the back of the man's shirt tightly.

"I miss Ravio." Legend whispered, crying harder as soon as Ravio's name was out of their mouth.

"I know, Legend. You'll see him again soon." Time soothed, hugging Legend for an undetermined amount of time. By the time they were done, the rest had set up camp most of the way and Wild was making lunch. Legend sat down next to the fire, close to no one.

Warriors offered Legend whatever Wild had made for lunch. Legend refused, staring into the fire. An apple was put into their hand.

Legend looked at it, and reluctantly took a bite. It wasn't long before Hyrule was pressed to Legend's left side, trying to comfort. The soft tingle of magic against Legend was soothing, even if only a little. Wind quietly came to rest against Legend's other side, small hands fiddling with a seashell. Legend tiredly watched the fire, tuning everything out.

Ravio, Ravio, Ravio. Every heartbeat pressed Ravio's name into Legend's head. If they closed their eyes they could see their home. The place they put their shoes. Where they packed up their gear. The rocking chair. A table with a cup Legend had carved out of wood, when their hands didn't shake. A blanket that Ravio had crocheted, at the end of their shared bed.

Legend hugged themself, bringing a shaky hand to an earring in their ear. Enchanted with both a minor protection charm and a resistance to lightning. Ravio had given them to Legend for an anniversary. Legend took a shuddering breath. Their anniversary had already passed, and Legend didn't even get to spend it with their husband.

That night, Legend slept away from everyone, and poorly. They were grouchy all the way to the nearest stable, and then some. Warriors didn't jab at them even once the entire trip.

xxx

A week passed in Wild's world. A week and a half.

Two.

Every day, Legend was worse and worse. Everyone was quiet around them, lest they shatter whatever fragile state Legend was in. They cried, and frequently. No further words from Ravio, no reassurance that he was okay.

Three weeks.

Four.

xxx

They spent a month and a half in Wild's world. When the next portal appeared, everyone cheered. No matter how pretty Wild's world was, blood moons were no fun and neither were the guardians. Legend stepped through the portal first, and even chanced a prayer to Hylia. Another one to Lolia for good measure.

Please, let this one be mine. Let me be home.

They landed in an apple orchard. Legend rubbed their eyes and turned around to help Sky through, then Wind. When everyone was through, Legend put a hand on one of the trees, thumbing an engraving on it. L + R.

Link and Ravio. They'd engraved their initials in every one of these trees, after an escapade with a good bottle of wine.

Legend was home.

Legend started stripping themself of their gear, much to the Chain's surprise. They got their boots off, ignoring the questions, and started pulling on the Pegasus Boots. They started cursing up a storm when they had to untie the left one. As soon as they were on enough to stand, Legend clicked their heels and fucking bolted.

It didn't matter that they ran into a tree on the way there. All that mattered was the man in the purple button up, sleeves rolled up and hands in the garden soil. What mattered was the way he hummed and the way his fingers moved and the wedding band on a cloth beside him. Legend wrenched the boots off their feet as soon as Ravio was in their sight, and yelled for him.

"Rav! Ravio, I'm home!" Legend had tears in their eyes, scrambling to get to Ravio.

"Link?" Ravio's head whipped around, and he dropped whatever he had been trying to plant. He'd barely risen to his feet before Legend barreled into him, hugging almost tight enough to bruise.

"Link-? Oh, honey." Ravio whispered, as Legend started crying hard.

"I missed you, I missed you so much, Rav. I love you. I was so worried when you didn't send any letters, I thought you could've been dead and-" Legend whispered, the rest of the words lost against Ravio's skin, holding so tight as if Ravio would disappear like the girl on the island. Legend wouldn't be able to take it if that happened again.

"Breathe, dear. I missed you too, and I love you just as much. If not more. I was equally worried, since I haven't heard word from you in months." Ravio said softly, and even though his hands were covered in dirt, he brought one of them to cradle the back of Legend's head very firmly. Even though Time had held them like this more than a month ago, it hadn't felt the same.

This was home, and it smelled like lavender and apple soap. The other hand landed on Legend's back. They were still swaying lightly together when the rest of the Chain caught up. Sky flopped down onto the grass, wheezing. After a few moments, both Hyrule and Four joined him.

Legend whined very audibly when Ravio tried pulling away, tightening their grip.

"Link, we've got visitors."

"Don't care. Please, stay, please. Just a little bit longer, Rav. It's been so long. I was so scared." Legend's voice was soft, barely heard, whispered against skin.

Ravio sighed, and kissed Legend on the forehead.

"A little bit longer, then." Ravio sniffled, tightening his hold.

Link's wedding band glittered on their right hand, the only ring that Legend had brought themselves to wear for a while. They'd polished and fiddled with it a little obsessively. Sheerow twittered about, pulling at Legend's hair, nipping at his ear tips, his own little way of saying, "Hello, welcome home, missed you."- no matter how irritating. Sheerow was gently told something by Ravio, and after a moment, Ravio's right hand had the same ring resting on the designated finger.

"You're alright, honeybun. I'm here." Soft, whispered against Legend's cheekbone.

"I'm real."

Legend sobbed, squeezing tight.

Ravio was here, and he was very, very real.

fin.

[despairforme]

[keeps-ache]

hm. i do not remember the screenshot being this big hfvsh

[pikachu-deluxe]

been thinking recently about how i play games (in general but also a bit on the competitive side on some)

turns out i don't particularly care about winning, i just want to have fun, but obviously i do like winning i just try to do win by doing very stupid stuff

it's way more fun for everyone involved when you do things against the meta or common sense and end up winning anyways bc it's so weird that it takes others by surprise

[knifegremliin]

god it's so nice to be doing art again

[mokeonn]

Man I gotta get started on that dnd comic idea I've had for a while because if yall like Poetry yall are REALLY gonna like Mystery

[kuromi-hoemie]

i can't believe i used all my tags on this. i have MORE TO SAY. honorable mentions i will not elaborate on: pikmin, runescape, OG animal crossing.

the reason for all my tags is because there's a difference between "most fun" and "most important" and feel like if they're important u should at least say why :3

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.