#🕯️— Headcanon

[thedayshiftisntthatbad]

Headcanon that Parker gets mistaken for a child sometimes because they're short. She's a whopping 4'9" at 20 years old. Their face is as cute as a doll's and their soul is very innocent. But, they're an employee!

[chiacanwritesometimes]

everybody adores you, at least i do.

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based on “everybody adores you (quiet)” by matt maltese :)

ship: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3.9k

authors note: i wrote this after listening to ^^^ on repeat, god i love matt maltese. there are scenes of alcohol intake, a panic attack and brief self harm. please dni if these topics bother, trigger, or make you uncomfortable. this was a pretty long drabble, hope you enjoy :D

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you can act all shy, but you know that i want you.

you aren’t one for flattery, that much was obvious. every time bucky took the time to compliment you, he knew what your next words would be. like clockwork, you would turn red, look away, and sheepishly mutter, “thanks”. you fiddled with your hands, and quickly changed the subject. how desperately he wanted to hold your hands, and kiss them. for years, he pined over you, and you’ve always been almost at his grasp. these past couple of weeks though, it seemed to hit you, that he wanted you.

in the dead of night, i want to live with you.

it all started three years ago, after everyone came back from the blip. people were everywhere, and it seemed that all the noise that lacked from the world came back in an instant. after realizing what happened to you, your environment and your home, you couldn’t help but laugh. how comical, that it seemed like nothing changed. your family hadn’t contacted you, well, the distant family that you still had. you walked to a bar in the hazy hours of the night, and met him. some guys were bothering him about his glove, but he seemed unaffected. he just stared ahead, and drank his whiskey. you devised a plan, to distract the assholes and to maybe introduce yourself. you didn’t want to seem like you were trying to pick him up, but you were trying to make friends in this new world. you asked the bartender quietly to escort the two loud drunks out, and sat down next to him. you didn’t think you’d get this far, so you were at a loss on what to say. did people still talked the same five years later? of course they did, but how do you navigate yourself into talking? your thoughts piled up, and they kept piling up, until his gruff voice interrupted them.

“thanks.” he grumbled quietly.

“hm?” you didn’t catch what he said, as you were too distracted. he cleared his throat.

“i said thanks. for the, yeah.” he pointed to the two men outside. he wasn’t much for words, you realized. you sighed in relief and nodded.

“yeah, dont sweat it.”

he offered to walk you home, as a sign of gratitude. it amused you both that you lived in the same building. small world. you invited him inside, but he hesitated.

“we can take a rain check, if you’d like. ill write you my number.” you assured him, and walked inside to grab a post it. what were you doing? giving a stranger your number? you put those thoughts to rest as you wrote your number.

he awkwardly waited at the half open door. he was glad to have made a…friend? he didn’t know what to call you yet, but he was sure to catalogue you at the back of his mind to let his witch of a therapist know. over the next couple of weeks, you had began to know him better. he had a cat, alpine. he had a past that he wasn’t open to sharing. his apartment was empty, almost ready to be left without a tenant at any moment. he froze at your touch, so you made a mental note to not do that. what a strange person. you knew he disappeared during the blip as well, but you felt as if he had lost more than five years.

so terrified of the road that takes you, me too.

a year had passed for your friendship. you came to his apartment, unexpected, and brought two little cupcakes with candles on them.

“what’s this?” he asked, a little embarrassed to be touched by such a small little gesture.

“its our friendship anniversary, goofy.”

“do we sing happy birthday, or what?” you paused. you weren’t sure, you didn’t really think of singing.

“um, we can have toasts if you’d prefer that. yes, toasts! ill get the glasses.” you sprung to your feet and gracefully navigated yourself in his small kitchen. you had spruced up his place a little, buying him hand towels, candles, and little trinkets that make a house a home, or rather, an apartment into a cozier place to live. you brought the two flutes, and filled them with champagne. he frowned.

“that is definitely not mine.”

“i brought it to celebrate, we need something fancy.” he rolled his eyes, but went along to your little celebration. he sat on his couch and observed you placing the cupcakes on the coffee table, and as you passed him his glass.

“ill go first. um…” you didn’t want to admit that you had started liking him, so you decided to say general statements.

“i hadn’t had a friend since, high school? maybe…so thank you for letting me be yours. err, friend, that is. to many more.” you clinked your glass with his, and motioned for him to go next.

“my last friend died a year ago. you haven’t died yet, so cheers to that.” he said dryly, with a little smile on his face. he thought he was so funny. he clinked his glass with yours, and drank the liquid. you rolled your eyes and mirrored him.

you started watching a movie with him, but you weren’t really paying attention. he started to accept your touch more and more, and you watched the movie with your head leaning on his shoulder. he leaned his head on yours, and tried his best to not move, so as to not bother you. the second act of the movie was commencing, and he had something on his mind. he had to fess up eventually about who he is- who he was, that is. someone he no longer was, someone he despised so vehemently.

“doll?” he tested the waters. he started calling you that, a reminder of how much of a casanova he was when he was in high school. you protested but eventually let him continue calling you that, as it was more effort telling him to stop than you cared to give.

“mm?” you hummed softly, half asleep.

“i wasn’t joking about my toast.”

“i didn’t think you were. you don’t have to talk about it if you don-“

“i want to talk about it.”

you paused. this was rare. you didn’t know what to think, so you gave him the space to talk.

“there’s a reason i’m always wearing this glove, you know.”

“yeah, circulation problems.” you joked, but he didn’t laugh.

“doll, i was born in 1917.”

“…” you sat up. “what? james, you’re not being funny right now.”

he continued tentatively.

“my name is james buchanan barnes and i was born in march 10, 1917.” he recited as if giving a memorized speech, his monotone words hitting you, syllable by syllable.

“i was forced to be the winter soldier, and i was framed for the U.N bombing.” your facial expression must’ve hinted that you put the pieces together, and he stopped.

“and, yeah. i have a metal arm.” he added almost rushed, he wanted to explain that part as well. he gave you space to fully digest everything.

“so…your friend that died was…” he nodded.

“steve rogers.” he finished for you.

“wow.” you didn’t know what to say, you just sat there. everything made so much sense now, why he always wore a glove, why he never had any pictures of friends or family, nothing. suddenly, you smiled.

“doll?” he looked confused. your best friend admitted to lying about his identity to your face for a year, and you’re…smiling?

“the first friend i made in ten years is someone who’s older than me by eighty years.” you giggled.

“i don’t- you’re not mad?” his brain short circuited. you’re not responding the way he thought you would’ve. you shook your head.

“i mean, what kind of friend am i for you not to be able to trust me with that? yeah, im a little blindsided, but i understand. i still see you as my friend.”

he didn’t know what to do. tears threatened to fall.

“pay attention to this part, its my favorite.” you leaned back to your original position, as if nothing happened. you offered your hand, and he took it.

don't modify, every one adores you, at least i do.

“dont look at me like that.” you said, a little tipsy. you had been friends with him for two years now, and you had invited him over to your apartment, for new year’s. you both didn’t really have any plans, or friends, for that matter. of course, he had sam, but sam was with his sister for the new year. he had barged into your apartment with a six case of beer on him, and two little paper hats saying, “happy new year!”. how adorable. you weren’t dressed up, gracing yourself with an oversized shirt and a pair of shorts. you sat on the couch with your legs on his lap, his flesh hand holding his beer and his metal hand holding you. he traced small circles on your calves, which felt really intimate. you’re grateful he used his metal hand, because you weren’t sure what you would’ve done if he used his skin to tease you so.

“like what?” he asked. his tone was quiet, his eyes searching for permission in yours. permission for what?

“like you want to kiss me.”

“and what if i do?” there it was. you didn’t want to ruin any friendship you still had left after he threw that bombshell. you paused and looked away. you took another sip of your beer.

“i’m afraid i’ll have to decline your advances.” you quietly said. its not that you didn’t love him, but it all felt so wrong. the only reason he wanted to kiss you was because it was the new year, and that stupid fucking tradition.

“you know i could get lost in those eyes. i’d trip over my words trying to find my way back.” he admitted. he really did love you. god, he loved you.

“if you keep looking at me like that, i might think that you have a crush on me.” you teased, face red. from the intimacy or from the alcohol? you weren’t sure, maybe it was both.

“and what if i did?”

“bucky…” you sighed. you sat up and moved your legs away from him.

“i mean it. would that be such a crime?” he leaned his body towards you. you noticed that his cheeks had their own hue of red, and his eyes felt unsure.

“bucky.” you cut him off. you didn’t know what to say. its not like you could say, “i dont want you to kiss me for new year’s, because i want you to kiss me for real.” you didn’t know what to say, so you just shook your head slightly. he nodded, stood up, and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“i understand.” he whispered into your ear. you bit your lip, this was the friendliest he had ever been towards you, and you only wished for more. he smiled softly and said,

“happy new year, y/n.”

right where the black wood sighs, i look at you, through and through.

your birthday was coming up, and he decided to surprise you. he researched thoroughly about forests located next to you, and found the one. things had been a little rough post new year’s eve, but your connection through knowing who he was kept the friendship close. you soon were back to your old self, but remained a bit guarded.

your birthday was today. you hadn’t received any messages from him, so you felt a bit let down. you sighed throughout the day as you kept checking. suddenly, around 2 in the afternoon, he knocked on your door with a basket in hand, and flowers in the other.

“happy birthday, doll.”

it’s safe to say that you spent the rest of your day very content, and impressed at the picnic he had organized.

right where your father died I'll hold on to your hand.

you don’t remember much from your father, other than the fact that he died early in your youth. you detested seeing children with both their parents with them, even as an adult. you felt jealous, angry at your father for dying. you knew it wasn’t your fault, but still. you occasionally visited his grave, and the place where he passed on. it was a rainy day, the day he went with you. you asked him to go, as you weren’t feeling so well. he obliged.

the downpour matched the dreary mood, and as you stood near the bench he died on, a bench he felt was familiar. he started to panic, thinking that somehow he was the one responsible for the death of your father, wondering if you taking him here was some sort of ploy to avenge your father.

“he got caught in the crossfire of a crime.” you admitted. “police were chasing this guy, and he meant to shoot the…” you trailed off. he knew what you were trying to say and he nodded. he sighed, partly from the mood and partly from relief that he wasn’t the one that took him from you. you took his hand and held it. he squeezed your hand, and rubbed circles on your knuckles.

“thank you.” what an odd thing for him to say to you, but you knew that he meant for taking him to a place so sacred to you.

“now we’re even.” you smiled at him. no more secrets about the past.

so terrified of the road that takes you, me too.

panic attacks didn’t hit him often. it was around two weeks since his last one, and it wasn’t something he wasn’t thinking of at the time, until now.

he spent so much time at your place, so much in fact, that some of his mail correspondence was sent to your place by the mailman. how silly. he was over for some random dinner, and conversed with you as you cooked. you were making spicy chicken alfredo, or something along those lines. he didn’t really pay attention, he only focused on you. he noticed how fluid you were in the kitchen, as if you were dancing. when he thought you were going to run into a cabinet, you moved away just in time. wether that be for your reflexes or by chance, he wasn’t sure. he had shared with you a couple vinyls, a way of sharing his past with you. he hummed along to the smooth voice of ella fitzgerald, until you interrupted the noise with a yelp of pain. he turned to you, and noticed you had cut your finger with the knife, which confirmed to him that in fact, the reason you didn’t run into cabinets was by chance, maybe some guardian angel working overtime. he kissed your finger, and walked to the bathroom to grab the first aid kit. everything was going so well, too. its just a small setback. until, he came back.

you looked to be covered in blood everywhere, with a heavy concentration on your torso. there was a gunshot in your stomach area, and you hunched over the cabinet for support. at least, that is what he saw. in reality, you leaned on the cabinet, waiting for him. his heart dropped and his eyes scanned you so worriedly. he ran to you, inspected your arms, your eyes, your neck, your stomach. your confused expression felt almost like daggers at him, and he started hyperventilating. he felt hands all around him, suffocating him. he knelt to the ground, gasping for air. his hair started clinging to his forehead, his clothes suddenly felt too tight, the air felt too hot, his metal arm too familiar. did he do this? he kept thinking. he heard a voice, his voice, but different. it was him.

“of course you did this.” he said, full of poison. tears fell down his eyes, and they kept falling, even when he shut them so tightly. he clawed at his metal arm, at his reminder of who he was.

you tried your best to make him realize that you were there, and in fact, not dead. no matter your volume, he couldn’t hear you. he was rocking back and forth, and you kneeled to his eyeline.

“bucky?” you kept saying. you kept repeating, kept trying to open his eyes, move his hand from hurting his shoulder. soon, your hands were stained with the blood drawn from where metal met skin. you sat with him, and listened to his cries. you didn’t know what to do, he hadn’t discussed panic attacks with you, so you weren’t sure if you could hold him or not. you decided to take a risk and rub his back, and lean your head on top of his. a few minutes were spent like that, his quiet sobs filling the apartment. eventually, he calmed down enough to the point of hugging you, and whispered “i’m sorry”. that’s all he said, and he kept saying it. his face was nuzzled into your neck, and he kept saying that. your hands held him tightly, your own tears falling as well. he stopped hurting himself, but seeing him in this state broke your heart. you knew why seeing you bleeding affected him so badly. he didn’t often tell you of all the people he killed, but when he did, he was always filled with immense grief. you’d always remind him that it wasn’t really him, and that he didn’t have body autonomy. those words, although comforting, felt like a lie. he was scared you believed differently, thought of him differently. your words and your touch remained the same, though. after his panic subsided, you led him to the sink, and washed his hands. you cleaned his wounds, and wrapped them with gauze. you asked him to stay at your place, and he accepted. you set his bed, and gave him some spare clothing you had. he sat down next to you, and watched you lay down, before looking at you. his blue eyes looked into yours, asking for permission. you held your arms up, and he instantly moved. he laid on top of you, almost tentatively. you ran your fingers through his hair, and he adjusted himself on top of you, holding your waist. no words were exchanged.

you two never spoke of that moment.

don’t modify, every one adores you, at least i do.

three years had passed since you first crossed paths, and he wanted to be the one to initiate the celebration. he didn’t know how surprise you, you two had already done a lot of things. picnics, dinners, sleepovers. he realized he needed to buy a gift. what should he get you? you already had enough jewelry, you always went thrift shopping with him, and you seemed pretty content with everything you had. it clicked in his mind. he got you a photo album for your pictures, and a star projector, showing how the stars looked like on the day you first met. he felt nervous, he hadn’t felt this close to someone in a while, and he was scared to ruin it.

you spent the anniversary gushing over your gift, and kept complimenting him throughout that night. his fears for being a bad friend were eased.

everybody has you up on their wall sometimes.

he wasn’t one for photography. his walls were bare, aside from the decorations you bought for him. you, however, loved your polaroid camera. you took pictures of anything you deemed important, like meeting someone with a similar outfit to yours, a cat you saw on the street, and him. you deemed him important, and he had to pretend like that wasn’t the biggest compliment ever. he had to pretend that every time you snapped a picture of him, he wasn’t blushing so hard, and how he loved being your muse. he started putting more effort into his appearance, so you would take more pictures. you noticed, of course you noticed. you had to keep a solid stream of film. one day, he held your camera. he often wondered how you saw the world, and seeing the little window in the polaroid camera made him smile. you were comically posing in the couch, giggling with every new pose. he clicked away, happily. he then sheepishly asked for a serious picture, for his new collection. well, your picture would be the first in the collection. how fitting, that you would be the one to star in the little joy you shared with him. your face flushed a bit as you sat up and smiled softly at him. he swallowed his nervousness, and took the picture. as he let it develop, he walked away, leaning on the wall. he didn’t want to let you see how red he was. you didn’t know if you were friends or not. of course, you were friends, but you weren’t sure if you were more. you walked to where he was, took the picture from him and placed it on a side table. you grabbed the camera from his hand, and tossed it lightly to your couch. you looked at his lips, his eyes, his scars. you lifted your hand and traced his eyebrows, his nose, his chin, his jawline. his eyes fluttered shut, as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. he pulled you closer, as if you were the air he so desperately needed to breathe, as if you were the water in the middle of the desert. he held you so gently, leaning you against the wall. he leaned his lips towards yours, but didn’t press forward. he just breathed deeply, breathing you in. you looked up at him.

“bucky?” you asked softly, as to not shatter the moment.

“please. you’re all i have ever wanted these three years. i’ve been…you’re…” he couldn’t find the words. he grew a little frustrated at his lack of ways to express himself.

“i love you. from the minute i knew you, from new year’s, every birthday, every anniversary. please, y/n. i need you, like i need air, like i need water, like i need…you.” his eyes looked into yours, waiting for a response in the almost deafening silence.

you leaned forward, kissed him, and were made his that night.

everybody thinks of you when they sleep at night.

he liked waking up next to you. he liked the way your hair ruffled up because of the pillow. he loved the way your eyelashes fluttered when you opened your eyes, and your sleepy smile greeted him.

“good morning, bucky.” you would say.

“dreams?” he’d reply. if you had any dreams, you’d go on in detail about them, and if not, you’d shrug and say,

“my subconscious took the night off.”

he’d tuck your hair behind your ear, and kiss you. how wonderful, that he was able to kiss you, show you how much you meant to him, make you his. how serendipitous, that the first words he ever said to you were “thank you.” fate knew. you knew.

when I say, "everybody", i'm actually referring to mе.

[ang3lofdivinity]

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Relationship(s): Slightly Yandere!Sprout + GN!Toon!Reader

Genre: Fluff, some angst eventually

Format: Short story + headcanons

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, yandere/possessive behavior, otherwise none!

A/N: Sorry for such the long hiatus! School is CRAZY rn. + my life overall :’)). Take this Sprout stuff because I LOVE Dandy’s. Also, do note that the reader is a bit clumsy! Along with the fact this is a bit self indulgent.. (I promise, I’ll make Cosmo x Reader x Sprout stuff soon… trust)

Part 1: current | Part 2: In the works..

Now, this is an interesting circumstance you’ve gotten yourself into!

I wanna guess that you’re a toon that works in the diner along with Sprout, and Cosmo.

Maybe you’re a kinda dessert food item? Like, a Milkshake?

I also wanna say that you’re kinda like a waitress for the diner. Someone who runs out the food, rings in food, assigns people to different tables, etc.

You’re a hard-worker, someone who overachieves in their job. Working extra hours to help Sprout and Cosmo, and so on. You love your job, and you love your best-friends!

You and Cosmo’s friendship came before you and Sprout even knew each other. Sure, you’ve heard him be mention by others, especially Cosmo, but never really met him in person before. Well, up until Cosmo asked if you wanted to work with him and Sprout in the diner, given your experience working within the food industry before and such.

And after your interview and background check: you had officially started working as a waitress for the diner!

Cosmo was your only friend for a while, though you were cordial with Sprout- you just didn’t speak to him as much as you did Cosmo.

Though, that was until you had kitchen duty for the night.

You hummed along to the sound of the song that was playing in your headphones, washing dishes in the back of the kitchen while being oblivious to your surroundings. Placing the wet dishes and silverware on the drying mat in their respective places, you felt pleased with your work today and were in a decently good mood: no rude customers, you didn’t have to clean up most of the diner today… it was all going well!!

Well, that was until afterwards.

You checked over everything, making sure every little thing was in its proper place for the night so you could finally clock out for the night.

See, your job here at the diner is simple: serve as a waitress for the costumers, do any extra work such as doing the dishes after closing hours and sweeping the floors, and then finally clock out for the night. Simple as ever, right?

You enjoy your job. You like living here with the rest of the toons in the neighborhood! Sure, you have those bad days that always get you in a sour mood- but everyone has that problem eventually! It’s not just you. Besides, your friends are always gonna be there to help!

Finishing up your business in the kitchen, you sighed. Today was a busy day, and it had DRAINED you! So now, it was time to go home and relax, eat something, and then pass out for the night. It’s a routine that you enjoy. And on the days that you have off from work are pretty uneventful, but still enjoyable in the long run.

Turning on your heel, you began walking towards the corridor so you could head off and grab your stuff to clock out, before you suddenly stopped.

..why does it feel like you’re forgetting something.

Your brows furrowed, trying to make yourself move forward- but you couldn’t. You physically couldn’t move forward anymore and you have no clue WHY.

Taking a deep breath, you turn to look behind you where you see you’ve left one of the cupboards open! (You swear you closed it, but I guess you just simply forgot to and convinced yourself that you did).

So, you do what you were supposed to do: close it.

But the moment your foot lands when you’re so close to it, though, you feel yourself slipping. Your arms flail wildly, reaching for anything solid to latch onto as the world blurs and spins around you.

With a very futile attempt, you tried to stop your fall by grabbing onto the nearest— ….

…

Something just grabbed you.

Instead of the inevitable crash, you’re caught.

Though, with your eyes screwed shut with fear, you’re too nervous to see what happened. Your breath comes in short gasps as you cling tightly to whatever—whoever—has kept you upright. Clinging onto whatever you can to keep you from getting any more bruises than your clumsy self gets on a normal basis already is better than nothing.

If staying like this means you’re safe, then you’re willing to stay like this for—

“..You good?”

A voice spoke up. It’s.. rather closer than you would’ve thought, it’s almost as if it was right next to you kinda close. This doesn’t sound like someone you know like Cosmo, but it does sound familiar in some way that you can’t put your finger on.

Slowly, your eyes open up.

And what do you see?

..Sprout!

Your best guess is that he probably came into the kitchen while you were walking back, and you hadn’t noticed him until now. Or something banal like that, like in those silly rom-com movies.

To describe Sprout himself… : He’s strawberry that only wears a white scarf with pink stripes wrapped around his neck that also drapes over his back. He has five mint green, simple leaves, three of which rest atop their head while the other two cover his forehead like bangs. He has dark, red blush with three black freckles on each cheek. His limbs are a vivid shade of light red with white gloves covering both hands. You can’t see anything other than that- but you know that he was white and punk striped socks, and a friendship bracelet to match with Cosmo.

Cosmo’s excited look when he showed you his.. it still replays in your mind.

You pop yourself out of your reverie, blinking repeatedly as you focus back on Sprout.

“Oh—yeah—sorry!” You squeaked out, attempting to gather yourself. But you were still too stunned to move, body frozen in place due to the shock. Realizing you weren’t going to get up anytime soon, you sighed, feeling a little defeated.

Sprout didn’t hesitate. “I’ll get you checked out. Here—” he said, scooping you up in his arms before you could protest.

Your face IMMEDIATELY flushed a deep pink as he lifted you bridal style, causing your heart to race even faster.

You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. All you could do was wrap your arms around his neck, your embarrassment overwhelming her as you held on tight to him.

It wasn’t meant to be such a romantic gesture, simply just trying to help you!

..right?

“Thank you, Sprout..”

That was your first ever meeting!

Cliché, no?

But: you were safe, alive, and your injuries all got healed up (which were a couple burns on your hands from using water which was too warm, and a few cuts here and there).

You found out the reason that he even caught you in the first place is because he had rounded the corridor when you just started walking back over into the kitchen! He had come to check up on you and your work so far because it was late at night.

You thanked Sprout tenfold, offering to do nearly anything as payback for helping you.

Which he then.. forced you to take some baking lessons with him.

He needed more bakers, after all!!

You wondered how this would turn out…

TO BE CONTINUED..

A/N: IM SORYRYRYE. This is such a bad drabble. It’s 1 am as we speak bro.

[faustiantales]

𝖆 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖕 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖛𝖗

Dark Descent: Info-kun X fem/afab!Reader

Twisted Truths: incest, dubcon, headcanon info-kun name, underaged sex, fingering, vaginal penetration

Synopsis: Kenzo's little sister sought his help for a VR game. Since the game she's playing is an 'immersive' visual novel romance, with his aid, the line between reality and fantasy blurred — as well as the line between siblings.

Shadows Lengthen: 2.6k words

        The room was bathed in the soft glow of the computer monitor, casting an eerie light on [Y/n]'s focused face as she navigated through the virtual world of 'Amorous Abyss.' It was a game she'd heard whispers about, a visual novel rumored to be so immersive it was like living a second life. Her heart raced with excitement as she approached the moment she'd been eagerly awaiting for weeks.

        [Y/n] had chosen her love interest carefully: Kai, the brooding, mysterious hero with a heart of gold hidden beneath layers of angst. His digital eyes seemed to gaze into hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. It was time for their relationship to take a steamy turn, and she was more than ready.

        But there was a problem. The game's latest update included a feature she hadn't anticipated: a full-body immersion system that mimicked intimate contact with the characters. The game's description called it 'revolutionary,' but she knew she needed help to authenticate the experience.

        Her thoughts drifted to her older brother, Kenzo. He was the closest person she had to a confidant, and she knew he'd be able to keep a secret. Plus, she'd caught him playing games with mature content before. He'd understand. She took a deep breath and picked up her phone, and the decision was made. Her thumbs danced across the screen as she composed a text message, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and embarrassment.

        "Niisama, I need to talk to you about something...it's kind of weird," she typed, hitting send before she could second-guess herself. The anticipation grew as she waited for his response, the game's romantic background music swelling around her.

        The redhead's reply was swift. "What's up, [N/n]? You okay?"

        Her heart skipped a beat. She knew that her brother was stuck on gadgets 24/7, though she never expected him to reply to her message this fast, especially when he deemed it 'insignificant'. Most of the time, he would just ignore her message or leave it on 'seen' when he's busy doing his shady dealings. Thankfully, this time, he seems free to acknowledge her.

        "Can you come to my room? It's about this game I'm playing. I need some advice," she responded, pursing her lips in anticipation.

        She heard his footsteps in the hallway, and a moment later, her bedroom door creaked open. Kenzo's face was a mix of curiosity and concern. Though the second emotion appeared only for a split second — by the time his narrowed, red orbs landed on her, intrigue and annoyance masked his features.

        "What's going on?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.

        The girl swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her older brother's gaze on her. Kenzo was always a man of few words, but he had a knack for making his presence known. His arms were folded across his chest, and he waited for her to speak, his curiosity piqued by the urgency in her message.

        "It's about the new VR game I got," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to... experience it fully, but I need your help."

        The bespectacled male raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "What do you mean?"

        Her eyes darted to the floor as she gathered her courage. Her older brother's gaze was heavy, but she knew she had to ask. So, with whatever little courage she had, she gathered everything and stared straight at her brother's ruby orbs, which were looking at her intensely, making her feel small and vulnerable. 

        "There's a... scene coming up, and I need a stand-in for the physical part. It's just for the game," she rushed out, hoping he'd understand.

        Her brother's expression morphed from confusion to surprise and then, to her relief, to amusement. [Y/n] felt her heart leaped with hope, knowing that her brother would be willing to listen to her trivial concerns and give her the advice she needed.

        "You want me to... help you with that?" He chuckled, his voice low.

        She nodded, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "Please, Niisama. It's important to me. I've never felt this way about a game before."

        He studied her for a moment, his eyes softening as he stepped into the room. "Okay, but you have to explain everything to me."

        With trembling hands, she demonstrated the VR setup, showing him the controllers and the headset. She explained the intimate scenes in detail, her voice growing softer with each word. Kenzo's smile faded, replaced by a look of understanding.

        "Alright, I'll help you," he said finally, his voice a gentle rumble. "But only if you're sure this is what you want."

        She nodded, a spark of excitement igniting in her chest. "I'm positive."

        "Let's get this over with, then," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of something she couldn't quite place. The redhead took the headset from her, his eyes meeting hers.

        As the headset slipped over her eyes, the real world faded away, and she was transported into the arms of Kai, her virtual lover. The sensations began to overwhelm her, and she reached out, her hand brushing against something warm and solid.

        Her heart jumped up in her chest. It was Kenzo, standing next to her, his hand hovering awkwardly in the air. [Y/n] briefly removed the headset, looking at her redheaded older brother with an apologetic expression, which he only responded with an unreadable expression.

        "Sorry," she murmured, her cheeks flushing even deeper. He snickered, his hand dropping to his side.

        "No problem," he said, his voice thick with something she hadn't heard before—desire?

        [Y/n] put on the headset once more and the VR game began to play out, and she felt the digital whispers of Kai's breath against her ear. Her body responded instinctively, her breath hitching in anticipation. Kenzo's hand found hers, and she squeezed it tightly as the scene grew more intense. The fabric of her pajamas felt rough against her skin, a stark contrast to the soft caresses she felt in the game.

        The tension in the room grew palpable, the air thick with unspoken desires. It didn't take long for the siblings to move to the bed, mirroring the scenario played in the game. [Y/n] could feel her body reacting to the sensations, and she knew her brother could feel it too. His thumb began to trace circles on the back of her hand, sending shivers up her arm. Her heart raced in her chest, thudding like a bass in a dance club.

        The moment arrived. Kai's digital hands began to undress her, and she felt Kenzo's own hands mimic the movements. His touch was gentle but firm, his skin warm and real against hers. The game's graphics were stunning, the fabric of her dress sliding away to reveal her naked body. She gasped as she felt her brother's hand cup her bare breast, his thumb brushing over her erect nipple.

        The line between reality and the game blurred as she leaned into his touch. The VR world swirled around them, the only sounds were the sighs of the virtual lovers and their ragged breathing. Her body arched off the bed, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan as Kenzo's hand traveled lower, his fingers slipping under the waistband of her pajama bottoms.

        The game's narrative grew more heated, and the girl felt her arousal mirror Kai's digital passion. Her brother's touch grew bolder, his fingers delving into her wetness, exploring her folds. She couldn't tell if the sensations were coming from the game or her brother's hand, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted more.

        Her hips began to move in time with the rhythm of his fingers, her body undulating like a wave in the sea of desire. The VR world melded with the physical one, and she could feel Kai's mouth on hers, his tongue probing deeply, as Kenzo's kissed her neck. It was as if the two men were one, their passion intertwined in a dance of flesh and pixels.

        The climax built within her, a crescendo of pleasure that she'd never felt before. She threw her head back, her moans echoing through the headset. Her brother's other hand found her hip, holding her in place as he drove her closer to the edge. The room spun around her, a whirlwind of sensations that left her gasping for breath.

        And then it hit her, the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, tearing through her like a tornado. She bucked against the redhead's hand, her body convulsing with pleasure. She could feel his arousal pressing against her leg, and she reached out, her hand wrapping around his hard length.

        As the last waves of her climax subsided, she opened her eyes, the VR world fading away. Kenzo's eyes were dark with lust, and she knew at that moment that their relationship had shifted forever. The game had brought them together in a way she'd never dared to dream of.

        But now, as she looked into his eyes, she knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives—a chapter filled with passion, secrets, and a bond that was no longer purely familial. With trembling hands, she removed the headset, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the sultry embrace of the virtual world.

        "Thank you," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. Kenzo's eyes searched hers, the intensity of the moment weighing heavily on them both. He leaned in, his breath warm against her cheek.

        "Don't thank me," he murmured, his hand sliding from her hip to the back of her neck. "This is just the start."

        Without another word, he claimed her mouth in a kiss that was every bit as passionate as the ones she'd shared with Kai in the game. His tongue danced with hers, the taste of him intoxicating. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before—real, raw, and all-consuming.

        [Y/n]'s hand tightened around his shaft, her movements growing more confident as she felt him respond to her touch. She could feel his pulse racing through his veins, the beat matching the frantic rhythm of her own heart. His kiss grew deeper, more demanding, and she met him with equal fervor.

        They broke apart, panting, their eyes locked. The air was charged with a tension that could have powered the city outside their window. He stepped closer, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers.

        "We should..." she began, but he silenced her with another kiss.

        Kenzo's hands slid down her body, peeling away her pajamas. Her skin was alive with sensation, every inch of her yearning for his touch. He paused, his eyes raking over her naked form with an appreciation that made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

        "You're so perfect," he murmured, his voice a gruff whisper.

        And then, with a hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating, he removed his clothes, throwing them across the room like a sack of potatoes. His body was a sculpted masterpiece, a stark contrast to the softness of hers. [Y/n] could feel her own pulse hammering in her throat, her eyes wide with a mix of lust and awe. She could feel the heat of his arousal pressing against her, and she spread her legs, inviting him in.

        Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, a dance of passion and need. Kenzo's kisses grew more urgent, his hands exploring every inch of her skin. He knew just where to touch her, just how to make her gasp and arch her back, her body a canvas for his desires.

        And as they became one, the barrier between the game and reality shattered. The digital world of 'Amorous Abyss' faded away, replaced by the very real sensation of her brother inside her, his movements driving her towards another peak of pleasure. The lines blurred until she couldn't tell where the game ended and her new reality began.

        "So this is what you truly meant by help, huh?" the redhead sneered, cleaning his glasses while thrusting into his little sister's tight hole without mercy.

        [Y/n] nodded, unabashed, feeling the warmth spread through her body. Her cheeks were flushed with a perfect pink hue, her tresses damp with sweat and sticking to her forehead. She let out a couple of wanton mewls, her inhibition gone when her brother continued his relentless assault on her poor cunt.

        Kenzo's strokes grew stronger, more demanding, as he watched his sister's body respond to his touch. He'd never seen her like this—so open, so vulnerable, so desperate for release. It was intoxicating, and he found himself getting lost in the moment, forgetting the taboo nature of their situation.

        "Such a slut," he growled darkly, ruby eyes narrowing to a judging glare, his signature smirk adorning his lips. "But you're mine now, aren't you?"

        [Y/n] nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built up within her. Her body was a symphony of sensations, each stroke of Kenzo's cock sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her core. She felt his grip on her hips tighten, his pace quickening as he approached his own climax.

        But amidst the whirlwind of passion, a tiny voice in the back of her mind whispered a warning. This was her brother, the person she'd grown up with, the one who'd protected her from monsters under the bed. Yet here they were, sharing the most intimate of moments. Would this change everything?

        The question was forgotten as Kenzo's hand found her clit, his thumb rubbing it in perfect time with his thrusts. She threw her head back, crying out his name as the orgasm claimed her once again. The room was a blur of lights and sounds, their cries of pleasure melding together in a symphony of lust.

        And when it was over, when they lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies slick with sweat, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again. They'd crossed a line, and there was no going back. But as she felt his heartbeat against her chest, she couldn't help but wonder if this was the start of something incredible, something that had been hidden within the pixels of a game all along.

        Kenzo rolled onto his side, his arm draped around her waist, and she could feel his breath against her neck. His cock was still hard, still buried inside her, and she shivered with the aftershocks of pleasure. For a moment, they lay there in silence, the only sound the steady thump of their hearts.

        "That was..." he began, his voice trailing off.

        "Incredible," she finished for him, her breathing still ragged.

        "Should we make this a regular thing?" he teased, humping his hardening cock against her entrance.

        The sensation of his thickness sliding in and out of her was so real, so intense, that she could hardly believe she'd ever lived without it. [Y/n]'s eyes widened with surprise and a thrill of excitement, biting her lips to prevent a shameless moan from escaping her lips.

        "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice breathy.

        Kenzo leaned in, his eyes gleaming with sinister mischief. "You know what I mean. Every time you play that game, I'll be here, bringing those scenes to life. What do you say, little sis?"

        The girl felt a rush of conflicting emotions—shock, arousal, and a hint of fear. But the excitement won out. She nodded, her voice a whisper. "Okay."

📜— Return to the Shadowed Archive

[schlobba]

⋆.ೃ࿔* :･ lasso.ᐟ ft. erwin smith

( 🗒️: love erwin smsmsm )

⋆.ೃ࿔*𐔌 synopsis゛ remorsefully, your fiancé makes up for trying your patience. reassuring you he has no intention of dodging the responsibility of marriage, in fact, he wants to practice consummation as many times as you allow.

⋆.ೃ࿔*𐔌 ♯: fem!readr; most lowercase intended; breedingg ofc; mating press; oral (f); country life; domestic/homestead; engaged; pet names: diamond, sugar ‎ ‎ ‎ ⓘ wrd count: 3.2k

ꉂ`⟡···· “y’know my dress might needa be a little bigger by then, right?” “’course, diamond… how else are we gonna fit that behind?”

➜ darby, montana

( 1898 ) 12:02 pm

fall sent whipping breezes throughout the acres of land erwin had so lovingly tended, the head of his horse emerging first from the thick tree ridge. your nape greeted him in place of that sweet as syrup smile he’d grown accustomed to. a ways down the hill divided by a dirt path, carving knife warm with your sweat cutting into an apple, nectar running down your wrists while taking pieces for yourself.

the herd stayed closely knitted, expecting ewes grazing peacefully under the territorial eye of your unruly ram byström who also spared glances at the hound dog. with such dense clouds above, the shifting trees surrounding your little washboard and seating provide an unneeded shade, branches supporting a sprawling line of linen above your head.

a wooden table shaved of any splinters supported your elbows, brown eyes taken with how autumn sweeped this ranch not even days after your engagement. tutting your lips in intellection, there wouldn’t possibly be any time to plan a ceremony with erwin making preparations for winter. it was as if snow already coated the ground, seeing as you’d all but noticed hooves heartily beating against gravel.

the rusted whine of the gated entrance finally caught your attention. schulz obediently follows the statuesque blonde, yankee blue eyes digesting you. from that shirred cotton embroidered in floral design to your bare feet — he would turn his trouser pockets inside out all over again.

“one of these days you’re gonna step on something,” he shouts all proper in passing while guiding the chestnut stallion to an open pasture. always speaking chaste yet possessing the unique ability to understand your nonsense.

“not with all these leaves,” one leg over the bench already – you sat the knife aside, “we needs a rake ‘fore snowfall.” you insisted. adjusting the hem of one’s gown, pulling it above your buxom and rushing over.

carefully shutting the enclosure he turned to your nosey expression, “I’ll pick it up with my sheers.” he assured. the man’s lips couldn’t help but curl as you were now inches away from him. though his affections were promptly rejected, “what?” erwin asked.

“ya’ talks about your sheers more than anything,” eyes rolling you ignored that knit forming in his thick brows.

“come on now…” the blonde’s voice faltered in the skin of your neck, pulling away just to see if anything changed.

“spring or summer then?” you scrutinized all but those things that tempted you to drop it like his cupid’s bow.

“elaborate.” his brows fell with an air of unamusement.

even upspoken he knew you were serious. your persiflage continued, “well d’you think white would look good on me in july heat?”

“I think it’s timeless on you.” he gushed against your cheek and settled for the corners of your mouth since you kept moving.

“well then - I just wants to know why you’re so nervous.” your forearms interrupted his rough, calloused hands sliding down your waist. in that moment you glared through him, truly trusting he’d answer accordingly.

“it’s been two months.” erwin stated. “I don’t wanna rush it, diamond.”

the fleeting gaze you unknowingly gave sent aches to his chest, his adam’s apple bobbing before you parted your lips, “why not? are you not excited?”

“please.” eyes cutting to the tip of your nose and pillowy lips, he scoffed. “I want to make sure everything is right before we start a family.”

you giddily flashed your crooked teeth. “who said anything about that?”

“we’re getting married,” he knocked his forehead against yours like a bull. “you’re having my babies.” grin across his face toward the end, finally planting a kiss more becoming than the last few.

analogous to a whirling current of wind gathering you up, erwin’s hands now firmly hoisted your weight in a candid fashion. a brief glimpse of concern lit in his pendulous eyes when your breath hitched in response to such suddenness, subsequently washing over as soon as your hand began blithely unbuttoning his blouse.

your lover’s snug embrace radiated a warmth, twirling with your nerves. for the first time during this lazy october afternoon you’re finally looking like you’ve lifted a finger throughout, erwin hungrily watching these beads of anticipation fall below your collarbone.

“do you wanna start practicing?” he fondly asked, words steady despite his haste. effortlessly carrying you toward the porch of his ancestral farmhouse, authentic leather boots sounding off creaks in the steps he feverly trekked.

“what’d you call it before?” you played with the strands of hair laid thick across his chest, ahead of sitting up in his arms to kiss along his jaw as he jangled the doorknob.

“extracurriculars—” a sharp air left his nose, earning your laughter. the blonde’s support altered to where his palms now held your behind, your legs wrapped around his waist tightly as to stick along for where he’d take you.

the house smelled of sweet spices and vegetables, thoroughly flavoring the meat you had been slow cooking for hours in hopes of a tender finish. its scent wafted through the foyer and pleasantly met erwin’s nostrils, surprisingly arousing him even more.

“christ, how’d I get so lucky...” he deeply spoke into your mouth amidst the hissing breaths and smothered noises you both let out without discipline. the tent in his pants growing larger under the white gold buckle of his cowboy belt, poking at your heat needily.

the blonde didn’t care for sheets or hide blankets, he marched straight into the dining room like one of them soldiers.

“what?” you broke the sloppy kisses to watch the hallway staircase grow distant, eventually out of sight once he passed the kitchen countertops. “y’wanna eat first?”

“mhm.” erwin answered. prompting his placement of you directly on the table yet to be set, hiking your frills up above your thighs. cotton panties gated with a bow, that of which haloed over a stain of longing just for him. a finger of his pressed against your wetness absent of novelty, exploring your folds and watching as they ate up the fabric, cloth roughing up against your more sensitive flesh.

the man had since kneeled, practically breathing into such supple skin whilst pressuring more against your clothed cunt with his thumb. he often caught himself wolfing down the spit collecting in his mouth, salivating at the thought of you on his tongue. it wouldn’t be the first time he considered himself at your mercy.

“yous gone let me take ‘em off all by myself?” you queried, looking down at him with an expectant stare. your fiancé’s gaze was more occupied by your other set of lips then, but he eventually adhered and reached his hands up your spread thighs.

he slid your pretty underwear down the skin of your legs, a hand helping you wriggle the rest of the way. your body tensed when he kissed one of your feet which were damn near filthy from chasing chickens, but erwin was just as ribalding. he simply won’t admit the times his languish left him cumming to only the scent of your worn panties. as if he really needed to, his expression outwardly famished at the sight of you dripping onto the polished oak, smooching up your inner thigh whilst holding a vehement glare.

a gratuitous groan rattles from your depths, enduring the waves of pleasure ensuing as his tongue greedily laps at your juices. those rigid palms of his subconsciously found themselves hooking your thighs over his broad shoulders, allowing himself to suckle at your intimacy more aggressively. your precious hums and squeezing legs encourage the blonde, his pronounced nose bumping up against your shorthairs, jaw slacked so his tongue could properly punch in and out of your twitching cunt.

erwin’s cock had been weeping between his legs, jumping at the sound of his spit bubbling against the bud of your cunnie. you didn’t think his tongue could reach any further but he soon required deeper conversation with such a talkative pussy, forcing you backward onto the sanded tabletop. his hairy forearms wrapped around your legs to urge them apart, fingers creating little indents in your thighs while his face buried itself snug between those soaking folds. the blonde loudly smacked and sucked like a bitch to a bone, licking stripes up and down your cunt interchangeably with tongue fucking you, bottom lip firmly pressed under your slit.

“that feel good?” he slobbered. your yelps and drawn out vowels were complimented by his attentive croons. he empathized with how starved your hole was for his girth, feeling it tighten around his saliva coated muscle in prayer for something shaped just like him to guzzle down.

amidst reply your chin bunched up under the downward look you gave him, reaching lower to spread yourself wider. “go up—“ you insisted breathlessly, heaving in and out while a ball of yarn unraveled inside your tummy.

spoiling you similarly to a debutante made it so erwin rarely put his needs first during sex. only when you began bucking into his face after around twenty minutes of nonstop devouring did he become the slightest impatient. still he chose to satisfy himself with your climax on his taste buds, ensuring his girl’s cunt drooled ahead of pounding it senseless. but even in this pussy-whipped daze the blonde’s cock kept him mindful. the man would never be devoid of any purpose, not when your plump pussy’s sitting all gorgeous, practically begging for his attention.

this time you didn’t have to yank his head of angel hair to shoo him in light of your overstimulation. he’d already stood on the soles of his boots, breathing through his mouth like an exasperated idiot, deftly undoing his belt to release some of the tension.

“diamond,” erwin murmured under his breath only to realize he’s called on you, “mnh, don’t eye me like that.” knitting his wild brows did he whisper. your lover boy could barely stroke his cock he was so close, and your repeatedly renewed expression of excitement at his length was incredibly rousing. “can I…?” words laced with perversion did he query, gently pushing his fat cockhead against your gushy cunt, a groan leaving him as his eyes ate away at your beautiful body.

your meek smile melted him with embarrassment, “hmph, I gots to say it?” you asked, lips forming to wince while you elevated up onto your elbows in search of a better listen.

“no, s’just—“ erwin’s voice rasped out, only when he discarded anything from his waist down and began climbing up onto the table did your face morph with curiosity. “let me lift your legs a bit.” he kindly requested, breath now clashing with yours.

your movement lasted little without his assistance, softly guiding you back to fold your legs. he was now looming over you with an ounce of uncertainty, analyzing the scrunch of your nose and wrinkle ridden strain. words of concern were promptly exchanged, initiating an adjustment beneath his large stature. now that the burning in your hamstring subsided, you had more room to experience this relatively new position, his pelvis hovering a ways above yours — sheer length of his manhood all but making up for the distance.

he grinded his stiffness in a specific motion, teasing himself with your slick while securely grasping the skin under your knees. your moans goaded him to pass the surface, heightening once a few inches actually did. in this state erwin felt he could thrust deeper than ever, sweat running down his hefty ballsack in temptation. all your devoted fiancé could think about was jerking his dick against the hugging walls beyond your entrance, desperate to fill up his barn cat of a woman.

after a few moments of torturously paced action, erwin finally honed how hard he’d let his shaft slap against the plush skin of your ass. grinding his forehead into yours while rhythmically thrusting into you, drinking up your adorable faces if he wasn’t occupied with blinking in that very second. his voice had periodically joined that of your own each time you gripped particularly tight, sucking him in a spoiled fashion each time he reared back. the plap plap plap of his dick made your brain rattle ’round, eyes half lidded and mouth wide with moans like a brothel girl. when words were coherent they implored he continued, begging like the submissive wife everyone expects of you.

the table rammed back and forth on its four legs, parallel to erwin’s ploughs that became harsher each time his cock plunged inside your saturated mess. you couldn’t recall exactly how your dress turned into a flimsy skirt around your waist, folded a dozen for erwin’s gawking. but it was his regards that centered you — his constant presence no matter how primitively he may have fucked into you. the blonde didn’t relent in his shower of love across your exposed skin, passionately kissing over your shut eyes and such when you’re much too engrossed to return said kisses. even minding his off white teeth against your breasts, pampering you delicately akin to a hand sculpted china doll. such precise movements yet the furniture beneath you still moved with exuberance, and you still frothed around him in melded bouts of ecstasy.

“feels nice, don’t it?” erwin exhaled, experiencing himself flex inside you sensitively. the heat of the kitchen spilling into the room, droplets on one’s skin illuminated by a warm rustic lighting. he wondered what you thought of him, pinning you down like that of a roman trying to win a brawl.

“god almighty…” your voice eased out between hiccups of enjoyment, “don’t stop!” you need not ask but he’d developed some liking for the nagging - the reassurance.

“gone have to wed in spring then,” the blonde happily reaffirmed his position with blue collar arms, “seeing as you’ll be a mama by tonight.” he lovingly said before weighing into you more, damn near flattening your thighs onto the table just to allow more room for his shaft to grind against your swollen bundle of nerves.

your reply was written roughly, forcing your tongue past his supple lips and somehow pulling him in closer, imagining your hands cradling his head like this under sunlight stained by fancy colored glass. neither of you let up for air — breathing between this salivating exchange in an animalistic intensity, daydreaming of one another, comfortably naive.

“you’re squeezing me so tight.” he spoke into your loose lips, watching you break away with pitiful squeals once his dick began repeatedly bullying a certain spot near your cervix. erwin relished in your expression, all gobsmacked like an innocent southern belle, only to be broken in by some rugged stud. those beady brown eyes grew wide, and he could only buck at the thought of you cumming around his girth. “what’s that sugar? can’t take no more?” he nibbled at your chin.

“mphhm—“ you hum and swore all at once, subtly nodding while a pressure built up just below the surface of your abdomen, brows knitting almost painfully.

your fiancé struck hard opposed to fast now, letting his pelvis slam against yours with every coo and comment. “y’ain’t bailing on me now, are you? not when y’got me all worked up…” he muttered, his lovely blue eyes sitting drunk on a determined expression. “…not when I got so much to give you, hm?”

it was erwin’s actions that were more demanding compared to his words, usually. but the tone he’s giving you more than beckons you let him hammer you til’ the next harvest moon. his breath hit against your face in wild pants like some dog in heat, and you more than obliged with your digits digging into his shoulders. nose brushing against yours, he continued rutting inside your squelching cunt until your voice was giving out, grasping behind your knees tighter than ever before just to keep his soon-to-be wife still for his thick ropes of cum.

“m’not, mmm’not,” you slurred incoherently. “y’just gonna get me knocked uuuup!” how cute it was to watch your lip quiver with restraint. erwin wondered if you measured your affect on him. certainly not — not when you walk around here asking to be barefoot and pregnant.

sounding like a babbling fool, your trembling legs fought the urge to lock around his defined back, toes curling so hard a knuckle or two may have popped. the blonde’s baritone voice encouraged you almost frantically, pacing his breaths in hopes you would follow said motions, thoroughly guiding your unruly reactions beneath him. all while pumping back and forth, ruts getting sloppy and short as to keep any semblance of your alluring warmth and maintain the perfect environment for his seed.

his ears perked to your groans of relief, listening as you came undone around him with an expression only he got to see. ‘twas a matter of time before your cunt made way for his gluttonously dense amounts of cum, weakly throbbing with each tense of his balls against your gaping hole, pussy lips impressively parted by his sheer mass alone. erwin intrinsically held you under the grip of his large farm-hands, placidly shuttering in response to the tranquil lull your body provided. he was no longer overladen with energy as you more than sucked every bit of it out of him, all your love could do was slowly flutter his lashes back open, witnessing your edible expression stare back into his own unexplainable countenance.

“did y’mean it?” you ask, voice labored with exhaustion and knees still surrounding your pretty lil’ head.

his grapple became lazy and slick with mixing sweat, “huh?” erwin grew perplexed at such a persistent thing like you. though accompanied by how persuasive you are, he learned to love it years ago. pet name on his tongue, he inwardly hushed himself and filled the silence with a considerate gaze.

“‘bout me being a mama ‘n stuff.” you tried to avert your eyes but not only was he still brooding over you, he followed the turn of your head so he never left your field of view, all to kiss you once more.

“a million times over—” erwin muffled into the plump skin of your cheek, marking you from your forehead to your chin with good loving. “you know that.”

“and the wedding?” another familiar question soaked with insecurity left your nectar flavored lips, those of which erwin often had to ignore just to hear you clear.

“hmph…” he freed your legs at last, sitting up but not slipping out just yet. “may. when the sun lasts longer and you won’t need sleeves.” erwin said thoughtfully. the blonde’s sentence narrated the image he envisioned, his wife amidst fields of green dawning victorian lace and warm silver.

“y’know my dress might needa be a little bigger by then, right?” you said cautiously. a hand of yours grazed your belly, heavy with implication and overall fatigue.

“’course, diamond…” you could hear his toothy smile before cutting your eyes to him, both his palms now encapsulating the waist they fit so perfectly around. “how else are we gonna fit that behind?”

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𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐘'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 featuring michael kaiser

syn: soft launched on instagram by the infamous prodigy

⸻ cw: slight languages, instagram au, and very short

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michael_k_fans michael kaiser was seen last night hugging with a mysterious woman. Could it be that this unknown woman is the prodigy's plus one?

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fan1 we don't know yet, it could be his mom or his sister lol

fan5 replies no shi, his mom not in the pic no more and he's an only child 💀

fan2 ITS SOOO OBVIOUS 😭😭😭 naur my heart is breakingg

fan3 that's me yall fr 💯😎

fan6 replies u wish

fan7 replies delulu is not always the solulu

fan4 if you look at it carefully, u can see me crying on the corner

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yourusername hiya!

fan1 replies HELLOOOOO

fan2 replies why is ur acc private 😓

fan15 replies to fan2 cus mind yo own business, that's why

fan3 replies TELL ME HOW U PULL THE KAISER BRO (no actually tell me how kaiser pull THE YOU)

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"Micha, why the hell you tagged me for bro?!" The weird-haircut boy snickers in amusement, continue typing away on his phone with a huge grin on his face "Shuddup, donkey. I got lots of comments here telling me I'm a lucky man." You thrash yourself beside him on the bed, grunting loudly.

"You are a dork. I got so many friends request and what am I supposed to do about that?" He throw his phone down, spreading his arms to put them around your waist to tug you close "You can make another account like I do. It's not that hard, liebling." You push his face off, murmuring incoherent words beneath your breaths "Idiot. This wouldn't happen if you hadn't tag me at all in the first place." He laughs, grabbing you back to put you beside him on the bed.

"Come on, it's fine right? You're not mad at me are you?" You sighed, not bothered to argue anymore and just lie down beside him.

"du bist süß, schatz..."

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 is open. all rights reserved goes to @kaq3yma on tumblr.

[spirit-lanterns]

"Maybe she’s really good at making coffee for you too"

keyword: maybe. her ass is NOT making good coffee😭😭 ik cuz the only people who can canonically drink her coffee are pela and dan heng

but himeko is hot so i'll drink her milk instead😋😋 (love how the fanfic fandom agreed himeko's tiddy milk would be scrumptious)

-🐆anon from ur genshin blog

Himeko has tiddy milk even as an android? 🤭

I mean, with a few adjustments to her programming and structure, the Engineer can definitely give her a lactation feature! If the Engineer is ever feeling restless and needs a quick break from her work, she’ll just spin around, ask Himeko to peel down her dress, and then latch her lips onto her boobs and suckle the milk right out.

It certainly helps to de-stress after a particularly hard day of fixing. Himeko certainly enjoys it <3

[sunsetsandsunshine]

Ⓣⓡⓐⓝⓢⓕⓞⓡⓜⓔⓡⓢ Ⓞⓝⓔ Ⓣⓘⓒⓚⓛⓔ Ⓗⓔⓐⓓⓒⓐⓝⓞⓝⓢ

(𝔸/ℕ: 𝔸𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥⁉️ 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝟙𝟘𝟙% 𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 𝕓𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕠𝕠𝕠𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕜𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕋𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕆𝕋𝔸𝕃𝕃𝕐 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕙𝕒𝕙𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕙𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕠𝕠 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕣𝕣….)

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 ℙ 𝕃 𝔼 𝔸 𝕊 𝔼 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟’𝕥 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝔻 𝔸𝕌ℍ𝔾𝔽𝔾𝔾𝔻ℍ𝕊ℍ 𝕀 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀𝔼— 𝔾𝕌𝕐𝕊 𝕀 ℕ𝔼𝔼𝔻 𝔸𝕋 𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝕋 𝟚 𝕄𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝕄𝕆𝕍𝕀𝔼𝕊 𝔽ℝ𝕆𝕄 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 𝕀𝕋𝔼ℝ𝔸𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℝ𝔸ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕆ℝ𝕄𝔼ℝ𝕊 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕀 ℂ𝔸ℕ 𝔻𝕀𝔼 𝔸 ℍ𝔸ℙℙ𝕐 𝕎𝕆𝕄𝔸ℕ 𝔾𝔼𝕋𝕋𝕀ℕ𝔾 𝔸 𝕋ℝ𝕀𝕃𝕆𝔾𝕐 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕊𝔼 𝕊𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔸𝕐 𝕊𝕀𝕃𝕃𝕀𝔼𝕊

‼️‼️‼️𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝔽𝔸𝕀ℝ 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾…𝕄𝔸𝔸𝔸𝔸𝕁𝕆ℝ 𝕊ℙ𝕆𝕀𝕃𝔼ℝ𝕊‼️‼️‼️

💙ᴏʀɪᴏɴ ᴘᴀx💙

☆ I love this big hunk of junk to a V E R Y normal amount…

☆ 🗣️SWIIIIIITCCHHHHH🗣️ (probs 50/50 or something along those lines)‼️‼️‼️

☆ There is so so so SO much freaking Switch energy radiating from this red and blue bot; it’s genuinely crazy.

☆ He just gives off Switch vibes…I have a feeling /ref.

☆ If you really want to drive Orion up the walls, across the floor and around all of Iacon…anticipation and light touches/pokes are most DEFINITELY the way to go.

☆ I feel like he’s more used to roughhousing and firm touch cuz him and D-16 just play fight a WHOOOOLE BUNCH 🤺!!!

☆ Sooooo when someone pokes him- for example if Bee wanted to get his attention and poked him in the side…Orion would just die right then and there.

☆ SUUUUPER JUMPY OML 😭🤚🏾?!

☆ Literally folds like a broken lawn-chair when poked and legit always gets made fun for it (💕lovingly ofc💕).

☆ His laugh is kinda breathy and low I can imagine <3.

☆ But if you get him in a sweet spot his laugh is just literally an energon mine full of wheezes and loud cackles 👏🏾🙂‍↕️.

☆ ALSO GASPS AND HICCUPS AND SQUEAKS AND RAAAAHHHH HE’S SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE PIE ☹️💖💘💝💕.

☆ Literally keyboard smashes through laughter when he’s getting tickled— the noises he makes are so freaking random Dee’s had to stop in the middle of tickling him to just laugh along with him (uughgghfh I’m so ill I cannot with these two…) .

☆ Bro’s laugh is the definition of ✨contagious✨.

☆ I feel like Orion’s worst spots are his pedes, underarms and ribs (where are ribs on a transformer idk uhhhmmnhhnm..) for sure.

☆ A pretty mouthy and cheeky Lee tbh; digs his own grave 99.9% of the time 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️.

☆ His signature catchphrase is: “W-Wahahait cahan’t w-we tahahalk ahabout thihihis fihirst…?” 

☆ 👏🏾IS👏🏾SO👏🏾SASSY👏🏾

☆ Tickled into apologizing literally every single solar cycle (idk what that is in Earth years uuhhmmm have mercy on me old Transformer fans 🙇🏾‍♀️).

☆ Being sassy? Tickles. Being reckless?? Tickles. Being a dumbaft in general??? Tickle tickle tickles and more tickles.

☆ HONEST TO PRIMUS HATES AND LOVES THE RIB COUNTING GAME; will literally beg and plead if anybot so much as hints on doing it to him. 

☆ 🫢He🫶🏾will⛓️scream🥀and😔shout💔and⛓️‍💥let🎭it🌧️all🌚out🌝

☆ I headcanon Orion is sliiiiiightly older than Dee (like…barely a couple nanoseconds idk) and anytime he has some rat aft awful idea he’s always like “Didn’t Sentinel say to always respect your elders 😌~?”

☆ And Dee will just look at him in genuine confusion like “🤨..Bro he never said anything like that tf is you on—?” (Cuz y’all already KNOW D-16 knows actually EVERYTHING Sentinel has said in his speeches cuz he’s just a fanboy like that eheheh).

☆ And Orion just laughs back like, “Oho, you didn’t hear? Yeah, he just wants sparklings like yourself to listen and take advice from cool beautiful bots such as I 😙~!” 

☆ And literally without a thought, D-16 just rolls his optics and goes back to what he’s doing, saying: “I didn’t know older brothers came in small-sized 🤔.” 

☆ Is teased about his height every. single. nanoklik.

☆ Once, Dee just randomly picked up Orion, slung him over his shoulders and tickled the living DAYLIGHTS out of him and just yapped about how short he was <3!!

☆ Does little pedes kickies and pedes stomps when he’s getting tickled <33!!

☆ I HC that him and Dee cuddle sometimes (I see them as brothers just fyi 👍🏾) and D-16 is usually the big spoon like…a good 50% of the time and anytime he is he just sneeeeeaaaakily slips his digits near Orion’s chassis and the poor bot loses his freaking mind.

☆ Cannot handle tickles from behind…it will legit leave him in shambles 🫣.

☆ IS SO DAMN ANNOYING WHEN HE’S IN A LEE MOOD OH MY FREAKINGGGGG GOD.

☆ Will pester anything and anyone.

☆ Back to his jumpiness, though…when he’s in a Lee mood..it’s…like, TEN TIMES WORSE.

☆ D-16 could literally touch his sides to move him so he could like idk scoot by to get something and Orion just goes “🐇.”

☆ Is the prime (wink wink nudge nudge) example of “Yeah, I’m gonna say I hate getting tickled or I don’t like it but don’t stop...”

☆ LOVES 🤺TICKLE🤺FIGHTS🤺 AND 🏃🏾‍♀️TICKLE🏃🏾‍♀️CHASES🏃🏾‍♀️ RAUHGHGHD !!!!!

☆ Can’t take what he dishes out but let’s be so fr we all knew that already 😗🫶🏾.

☆ Got a lot of cheer up tickles from Dee I feel like since yk Orion does not like his mining life at all. He hates having to be on protocol and hates being seen like he’s less just because he doesn’t have a cog so at the end of the day he’s just come to the conclusion that maybe mining is all he’s good for…

☆ And D-16 just goes “Nu-uh ☝🏾🙂‍↔️” and w r e c k s his aft (with a bonus spark to spark)

☆ Okay okaY THIS GOT ANGSTY REALLY QUICK UHHHH WOOPS…

☆ Says “IHIHI’M NOHOT TIHICKLISH!!!” literally as your tickling him and he’s laughing his spark out (I hate him sm he’s such a freaking loser I hope he dies a second death).

☆ Hates it when some bots (those some bots mostly being Elita) mention how easy it is to knock him down a peg or how he can’t take what he dishes out…his faceplate will literally BURN AUGH.

☆ Is sososososo giggly after tickles 🫠💘…

☆ LER ORION TIME YAYAYAYAY 🕺🏾💕✨‼️

☆ Yk when you hit a good spot when tickling someone (somebot in this case ig) and they just laugh silently jgjfjjrkd??? Well, when that happens, this dummy says dumb stuff like “Jackpot~!” or “Bullsoptic~!” or “Gotcha~!” or HRHGRGFH YOU GET THE POINTTTTT.

☆ The type to stuff his servos under his victims— uhhh I mean friend’s arms and bitch and complain about how they’ve trapped his hands with their 'mucho muscles and superb strength'. 

☆ “I dunno why you keep squirming…you’re literally not going anywhere. I hope you do realize I could keep this up for seeeveral solar cycles, right~?”

☆ Is 'The Word’s' number one fan when being a Ler.

☆ Uses it CONSTANTLY when teasing and tickling somebot and uses it even MORE if he knows said bot can’t handle hearing it (that said bot being Dee…).

☆ Lots of “D'aww’s” and “Aww’s” and “N'aww’s”; literally just a handfull of some of his catchphrases bro.

☆ Loves burying his faceplate into bot’s neck wires 💞EEEEEE💞 just for teases and taunts eheehee.

☆ 👑THE RASPBERRY AND NIBBLING KING👑

☆ He would be able to dish out like millions upon MILLIONS of raspberries and nibbles if he really felt like it…it’s insane…HE’S insane…

☆ Considers himself to be a 101% Ler…buuuut we all know that’s false af 🤝🏾🤝🏾🤝🏾.

☆ Another HC of mine but one of D-16 and Orion’s forms of affection is gentle forehead bumps/bonks 🫶🏾. Just a lil silly thing the two do sometimes and Orion does it ALLLLL the time when tickling Dee.

☆ Legit loooooves tazing. Someone needs to stop this man 😭🤚🏾…he has a genuine problem and doesn’t understand how freaking EVIL tazing is (YES I AM TALKING FROM EXPERIENCE).

☆ Sometimes him and Dee have different mining shifts throughout the day and so when they do, Dee always makes sure to say 'hi' when they’re passing by each other like the sweet bot that he is right???

☆ But Orion, instead of giving a normal response he just gives his bestie the smuggest grin ever and either wiggles his digits at him, feigning a 'wave' or he just straight up pokes him in the back plate and the sides 😭😭😭.

☆ Brought out the 'Tickle Monster’ persona when meeting Bee REAAAAAL quick.

☆ Comes up with the meanest of nicknames such as 'gigglebot' or uhhhh yeah no that’s all I got but you catch my drift.

☆ IS. SO. COCKY. IT’S SICKENINGGGGG.

☆ Yaps on and on and ON about how you could honestly stop him if you really wanted him to. 

☆ Gives 🫂hugs and cuddles🥰 as aftercare or if anything he’ll give a small fistbump 🤜🏾💕🤛🏾.

☆ Will play fight to pin his Lee down; whatever it takes. 

☆ SOSOSOSOSO PLAYFUL.

☆ Loves just randomly picking tickle games to torture— uhhh I mean…play with with his friends 😉👍🏾! For example he’d be like “Okay…uh, truth or dare: you tell me your favorite spot to get tickled or I tickle you 😇!” 

☆ “But I’m not doing anything/I’m barely touching you~!” 

☆ Talks about tickling as if it’s the most normal thing in the world. 

☆ He’ll be like: “Oh, yeah! That really tickled me pink…” cue him looking over at you to see you a 

☆ Will blatantly just ask someone if he could tickle them if he’s in a bad enough Ler mood.

☆ Is the type that could yap for days about how cute a laugh is (he does it with Elita 24/7…pray for him guys he will get a fist to his faceplate one of these days…).

🩶ᴅ-16🩶

♢ 🥹AIUHGGFHKKIUUYGAAAHUYA D-16 MY LOVEEEEE🥹.

♢ S W I T C H (50/50 as well).

♢ 💕MAH💘BOOOooOoOo💖.

♢ That’s my kin you guys don’t EVER mess with me 💪🏾🔥✨ (I say as if it’s a flex…) .

♢ HE HAS A HIGH PITCHED SNORT/SQUEAK LAUGH IDC IDC IDCCCCCCC‼️

♢ D-16 🤝🏾 Peppa Pig.

♢ My sweetheart baby blorbo boo bear forever and ever. He will be redeemed guys trust (<- I’m delulu 😔…).

♢ Is the literal textbook definition of a squirmer. 

♢ Will kick, flail…you name it. All you need to know is he won’t sit still while being tickled 🙅🏾‍♀️. 

♢ So good luck with not getting a servo in your faceplate when tickling this bot 😂👍🏾.

♢ Can only say 'tickle' when he’s in a Ler mood or when he’s tickling some other bot…but other than that??? Can’t say it to save his LIFE.

♢ His worst spots are his neck, knees and thighs <333.

♢ But tbh he is literally the embodiment of what it means to be ticklish so in all honesty just tickle him anywhere 🤷🏾‍♀️.

♢ Lightly scratch under his chin and he will actually combust into the sweetest most purest giggles ever; it’s Orion’s fave place to tickle him ☺️🩷!!!

♢ IS. TICKLISH. EVERYWHERE (I’m aware I already said this and I’ll say it again 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️).

♢ HATES how ticklish he is and HATES how easy it is for Orion to make him tag along with his dumb missions due to that fact. Orion will literally just tickle Dee to oblivion until he decides to come on a stupid little adventure with him 😭. (#JusticeforD-162024).

♢ Kinda personal headcanon I suppose but I feel like this bot DEFINELTY has a touch of the tism…just a bit 🤏🏾😙.

♢ So when it comes to teasing, he realizes what he finds flustering and then automatically uses it on someone else.

♢ Literally gives out a free handbook on how to tickle him whenever he tickles someone else 😗.

♢ Freaking loathes his laugh…like actually….

♢ Will try to hold it in when being tickled but can only last, like…0.2 seconds before completely giving in. (His record is 1 second…Orion legit counted 💀🤚🏾…).

♢ Tries to act like he’s some big scary Ler because of his height and size but if you literally just tap him on the shoulder or something he will descend into the giggleest (pun very much intended) of giggles.

♢ Has ticklish shoulders, arms and palms as well bc I simply said so 🕺🏾🕺🏾🕺🏾!!!

♢ Actually so scared of accidentally hurting someone when he’s squirming…like that’s legit his biggest fear. 

♢ He one time actually kicked Orion so hard his bestie went flying into a whole other room…still apologizes to him for that day constantly 😖…

♢ HATES PLAYFUL NIBBLES WITH A PASSION OH MY GOSH; FINDS THEM THE MOST GOD AWFUL EMBARRASSING THING‼️

♢ He D I E S when Orion does raspberries or nibbles on him. The only thing you’ll hear from the taller bot is snorts and subtle squeals while he’s just silently wheezing bro…

♢ His laugh…gets SO. freaking. loud when someone gives him a raspberry idk how to describe but just know it shakes the BUILDING‼️‼️‼️ 

♢ Digit wiggling gets to him so bad ohhhhoooo this poor bot is so ticklish I almost feel bad (almost).

♢ He’ll just be all like: “GEHET IHAT OHOVER WIHIHITH!!!” or “JUHUST FRAHAHAGGING DOOHOO IHIT!!!” 

♢ And Orion, being the jackaft he is is all like “Get on with whaaaat, buddy 😇~?” 

♢ Covers his faceplate when he snorts because again omg this dude hates his laugh to a FAULT. He mainly hates it because he snorts, though.

♢ And it’s not even a subtle snort like when I tell you this man snorts…he SNORTS. 

♢ Orion literally thinks D-16’s laugh is legit the most purest thing to ever exist in all of Iacon (they are so brothers coded ur honor I cannthtgththdjd).

♢ If Dee is having a bad day and just mumbling and grumbling self deprecating bullscrap to himself being all like, “My laugh is so loud and annoying and blah blah blah *insert Dee grumble noises…*” Orion will just tickle him into saying nice things about himself (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`).

♢ DOES LIL HAND FLAPPIES IF SOMEBOT GETS HIM IN A GOOD SPOT (projecting?? Pljshsggsh nooo ofc not…).

♢ Has to protect his sides bc Orion tases him DAY and NIGHT.

♢ Is ganged up on by Orion and Bee CONSTANTLY. And Elita is there just usually watching in amusement but she will join if need be 😘.

♢ She tickles D-16 sometimes to get him to loosen up bc my Lord this man is tense. More tense than her and that’s saying a LOT.

♢ Sorry to be that guy but lemme get on the angst train for a quiiiiiiick sec  🚂‼️‼️‼️

♢ Yk how I mentioned Orion’s fave spot to tickle D-16 was his chin right??? I can imagine after Megatron gets banished from Iacon he tickles himself there as like a self-soothing thing. 

♢ And the thing is…he can’t even laugh to the feeling anymore. He’s done it so many times he’s gotten numb to it. 

♢ To be completely honest he doesn’t even know why he does it anymore since he can’t feel…anything. Megatron just guesses it’s one of his many ways of grieving for what he once had…

♢ 💃🏾MUAHBAHAAHHA OKAY OKAYOKYAOKAYY LER DEE TIMEEEE🕺🏾!!!

♢ Even tho this man his is hella ticklish do NOT be fooled…he has his Ler moments.

♢ AND HIS HEIGHT HONESTLY JUST MAKES IT TEN TIMES WORSE.

♢ “Usually you’re so tough…where’d all that cockiness go, hm~?”

♢ Always tries to make his Lee guess what he’s going to do next (🎶ohooo rhyme time🎶).

♢ Will be like: “What am I gonna tickle tickle tickle~? Your oh-so yummy tummy or your neckie neck? And if you guess correctly I pink promise to stop tickling youuuuu~!”

♢ AND HE WILL NOT STOP YAPPING UNTIL YOU GUESS…

♢ But I know your thinking 'Oh, well he’s just gonna pick the oppisotw of what I out so there’s really no point…'

♢ 😃A b o u t…t h a t…😅.

♢ Once you guess, Dee will actually be like: “Awe, shucks….yeah, that’s the spot I was gonna tickle 😔.” AND STOPS TICKLING. COMPLETLEY AND JUST GOES HIS MERRY WAY.

♢ PLAYFUL GROWLS PLAYFUL GORWLS PLAYFUL GROWLLSSSS 😙💞💖💕💘

♢ FREAKING ADORES PRETENDING TO 'EAT' SOMEONE’S TICKLE SPOT UHGGFHF HE MAKES ME SO HAPPY

♢ Tries to act all scary and teasy but just ends up laughing with whomever he’s tickling ✨‼️

♢ BC LIKE?????? AWE?????

♢ Honestly just a big 'ol teddy bear 🥹…!

♢ But if he’s feeling super mean he’ll nuzzle his face into his victims— uhhh I mean compadres tummy before nibbling.

♢ THE 'OM NOM NOM' KING 🤴🏾!!!

♢ Kills Bee with it on the regular (R.I.P. 🪦).

♢ And when he becomes Megatron⁉️ Those claws⁉️⁉️⁉️

♢ Ugh I cannot with this man throw him in a dumpster already.

🩷ᴇʟɪᴛᴀ-1🩷

♡ I LOVE HERRRRR GUYS THIS IS MY QUEEN RIGHT HERE 🫠💘🫠💗🫠💓🫠💖🫠💞

♡ TALKING ABOUT HER IN A VEEEEERY POSITIVE LIGHT BECAUSE EEEEEEEE I LOVE HER SO MUCHHHH‼️

♡ 💖🫶🏾 A Ler-leaning Switch 🫶🏾💖

♡ Denies liking or Primus forbid loving tickling and she’ll take that until she’s offline (even though her friendgroup knows daaaaaang well she doesn’t like it…she 😏loves😏 it hhfgffhggrgh)

♡ I’m gonna be soooooo honest this girl didn’t even know she was ticklish until she met Orion Pax and D-16.

♡ I can literally imagine one of their first interactions was Orion just yapping about how she needs to loosen up a bit while Dee is just DESPERATELY trying to rear Orion back to their job (poor man does NOT want to get demoted).

♡ And then she just starts to ignore the two bc shoot I would to 😭🤚🏾. And Orion, trying to get her attention again pokes her in the side (more like a jab— he honest to Primus didn’t mean to tickle her) and she just squeals loudly and bats away his arm.

♡ When I tell you Orion’s faceplate brightened with mischief??? When I tell you Elita’s faceplate literally blushed so damn hard???

♡ Poor girl was so confused after that encounter. She was just like “Why am I feeling this way…and why the frag does it feel so good…?”

♡ She laughs like a ✨yassified gremlin✨…idk how to describe it bc that’s LITERALLY how her voice actor laughs.

♡ The embodiment of “EHEHEHEEH 😈‼️”

♡ Will occasionally wheeze, squeak and squeal 🙌🏾💓. But good luck, she’s a preeeeeeetty tough cookie to crack.

♡ Cannot handle massages. AT ALL.

♡ “IHIHIF YOHOU DOHON’T QUIHIHIT IHIT RIHIHIGHT THIHIHIS INSTANT-!!!”

♡ Will NOT admit she’s ticklish…she’s worse than Orion and that’s SAYING something…

♡ Her worst spots are her back, thighs and underarms.

♡ PUNCHES AND KICKS AS A REFLEX!!!

♡ Kneed Bee in the gut (🥳two for two🙌🏾) when he was tickling her and she felt SOOOOO BAD.

♡ If you wanna really get Elita to giggle, though…just do small back scribbles and pokes she’ll go ballistic 😵‍💫.

♡ Once, during a mining shift break Orion and Elita were hanging out and just poking fun of each other, right??? It was all fun and games until Orion made a cringe-worthy joke and Elita was all like “Your probably the only bot on all of Cybertron that Primus regrets creating 😑…”

♡ And Orion, being the drama king he is just GASPS and is all like “RUGGEEHJGFGF YOU’RE SO FRAGGING MEAN TAKE THAT BAAAAACK 😫😣😖😩😔😟🙁‼️”

♡ Then Elita, being as stubborn as the future Prime is all like “Make me.” Cue to the two having a playful wrestle match until Orion accidentally pokes Elita’s back..

♡ Also cue to him pining his friend to the ground and just happily tickling her back…

♡ AND WHEN I TELL YOU ELITA WAS CACKLING‼️‼️‼️

♡ Poor bot didn’t know her back was that ticklish AUGHHHH. She was all like: “PRIHIHIMUHUS STAHOP NOHOHOH PAHAHX GEHEHET AHAHAFF!!!”

♡ Doesn’t get Lee moods often but when she does?? Ohooooo it’s HELL for her 😭.

♡ She just gets really restless and tingly and shes just like: AUGHHHHH WHAT THE FRAG DO I DO???

♡ And the thing that I’ve noticed about the main male bots in TF1 is they talk with their hands…a LOT. So she could just randomly be talking with Dee and the entire time she’s just like: “Primus fraggit…”

♡ I can imagine D-16 tickling her quite often actually. Likeeee does he know what he’s in for when she gets him back??? Oh yes 100%. But I feel like he will just risk it for the biscuit when it comes to tickling Elita 🥹💞.

♡ Covers her mouth when getting tickled and HAAAAAAATES it when other bots mention it. FoOoOor example:

♡ Orion: “D'aww…Lita, why’re you covering your faceplate, hm~?”

♡ Elita: “SHUHUPF. UHUPF!!!”

♡ Orion (removing her hand): “Sorry…what was that~?”

♡ ALSO HAS REEEEEEEALLY TICKLISH PALMS AAAAA⁉️

♡ If you tickle her she will N E V E R say 'please' or anything like that tho bc she freaking refuses to 'beg to anyone.'

♡ So when the tickling happens she just accepts her fate (with the occasional kick and punch ofc).

♡ “If you fragging tell anyone I’m ticklish you will permanently get a dent in your faceplate by my fist, got it?!”

♡ 💘LOVES💘 TICKLE FIGHTS— she’ll always try and make it a competition.

♡ Won’t look her Ler in the face….she’d rather freaking deactivate.

♡ Before she received a cog, her atenta thingies were VEEEERY sensitive.

♡ IT WAS HER M E L T SPOT, BRO. One poke or nibble there and she would be GOOOONEEE.

♡ She’s really sad she doesn’t have them anymore, though cuz they were lowkey her fave tickle spot uhhhH I MEAN WHO SAID THAT⁉️⁉️⁉️

♡ Hate’s being tickled (🧢‼️).

♡ Kindaaaaa reacts when someone uses the dreaded t-word. Like she’ll stiffen and her optics will go wide and stuff and she’ll just stare going like “O-O…”

♡ AHHHHHH OKAY BUT LER ELITA HAS BEEN ON MY M I N D.

♡ Pining is quite literally her middle name. She knows waaaay too many ways on how to pin a bot so if you’re tickled by her…?

♡ Good luck, soldier 🫡. Cuz you most def will be tickled to tears.

♡ Points out the obvious ✨buuuuut✨ also adds some teases here and there….yk for ✨✨✨dramatic✨✨✨ effect.

♡ “Hm….this seems like a really bad spot…would you like it better if I moved to this spot instead?”

♡ “I genuinely cannot understand you…see, if you were less fragging ticklish then you wouldn’t be in this position.”

♡ HGFDHEJSJFJ SHE WOULD BE SO DAMN EVIL‼️

♡ Like she wouldn’t even need to threat who she’s tickling…she literally just has this look that’s quite enough to send somebot giggling.

♡ Tickle chases??? Yeah no that’s not a thing when it comes to Elita-1 ☝🏾🙂‍↔️…

♡ You’ll probably get two steps in before she playfully pins you to the ground.

♡ VERY COCKY since she knows the other three are like…hella ticklish.

♡ Like yeah she has a ticklish backplate…big deal 🙄🤚🏾. Dee has ticklish knees for Primus sake; how the frag does that work???

♡ IS ALSO SO MEAN DURING CLEANING DAY OH MY WORD…

♡ Since they’re miners (HAH) I can imagine there’s like a ton of dirt and scrap that gets stuck on/in their joints.

♡ And so, they have clean up days where the bots are washed by machines that help remove all that gunk :D!!!

♡ But yk what two bots try to skip that day constantly?

♡ D-16 and Orion Pax (mostly Dee let’s be so fr; the ONLY time this man will break protocol).

♡ And Elita has to legit hunt these two down with the little cleaning machines and she is always so. mean. about. it.

♡ Cuz Dee is hiding cuz he’s deadly ticklish and the 🪶feathers🪶 and 🧽scrubs🧽 are just….frag to the no.

♡ And Orion is just going with him for the heck of it 🤷🏾‍♀️.

♡ She’ll just stroll down the halls with her hands behind her back like some evil villain saying, “Just come out you two…the quicker we get this over with the quicker you can go back to whatever weird mission you two were doing.”

♡ “I’m not sure why you thought you could hide from me…does my title mean nothing to you~?”

♡ Knows eeeeevery tickle tick in the book; rib counting, hand wiggling, you name it.

♡ So in short? When it comes to Elita…just know what you’re getting yourself into 😵‍💫...

💛ʙ-127💛

⭔ KFHDHHEJSJS MY BABYYYYYY 😭💖🫶🏾‼️

⭔ You are my suuuunshiineeee…my only sunshine *cue LeBron James photo*

⭔ A Lee-leaning Switch ☺️👍🏾.

⭔ I bet the poor thing didn’t even know what tickling WAS until he met the squad.

⭔ I MEAN THINK ABOUT IT. HE WAS AT SUB LEVEL 50…IN BETWEEN A LONG TIME AND FOREVER…WATCHING TRASH FREAKING MELT‼️‼️‼️

⭔ WHEN WOULD HE HAVE DISCOVERED THE WONDERS AND WHIMSY OF TICKLING⁉️⁉️⁉️

⭔ Oh yeah!! That’s right…NEVER. Cuz he was alone for soooo lonnggg rruahgdggdh ☹️…

⭔ It’s giiiiiivinggggg…touch-starved tbh.

⭔ Genuinely got so confused when Orion and Dee were having a tickle fight one time (yes this happened after the movie because they all stopped Sentinel together and lived happily ever after idk what Transformers One movie YOU GUYS watched but thats the one I watched).

⭔ He was like: “Why is Dee laughing so much…is he okay 😅?!” Like out of curiosity and concern but also out of amusement because Dee’s snort laugh is legit pure serotonin 🫶🏾💕.

⭔ Elita then had to explain that he was tickling him, right? And Bee just blinked in confusion and was all like: “…The frag is a 'tickling…?'” 

⭔ After that it literally got soooooo silent and even Orion and Dee stopped their tickle fight to just look at Bee like “😦” and MDNDHSJJ BASICALLY EVERYONE WAS JUST APPALLED. 

⭔ Tickle hugs and tickle cuddles are his fave thing e v e r.

⭔ MAKES SO MANY NOISES WHEN HE GETS TICKLED OMGGGGG!?!?

⭔ Will literally squawk like 🦅dying bird🦅 if someone so much as pokes him to get his attention or something.

⭔ His worst spots are his hips, stomach and sides.

⭔ When getting tickled, he just hugs himself and kicks his lil pedes ☹️💘💗 💓💞!!!

⭔ Legit the baby brother of the group so y'all already K N O W he’s wrecked the most out of all four of them.

⭔ Let me tell you— when this sunshine gets tickled he barely does anything to stop it besides the actions I listed before. As I said…he LOVES getting tickled.

⭔ He kinda literally let’s it happen except letting out panicked “nohohonono’s” or “plehehease’s” with his occasional squeals, squeaks and hiccups.

⭔ Sososososo giddy when he’s about to get tickled 💞💕💖!

⭔ Closes his optics and covers his faceplate a ton.

⭔ Has a code word (idk what it is yet uh,mmm use your imagination that I came up with a show-stopping word) when he’s had enough.

⭔ 🫣B🤗L🫥U😵‍💫S🥴H🫠Y🤭!!!

⭔ SO SO SOOOOOO BLUSHY!!!

⭔ Anybot could wiggle their digits at him and he’s a giggling, blushing mess ugh I love him.

⭔ I can imagine him being SUPER shy to ask for tickles or to even talk about it since he’s been alone for quite some time (biggest understatement of 2024…) and the sudden switch between being alone and now having friends you consider family is really…overwhelming yk????

⭔ Like I can just see him wanting to ask D-16 for tickles or something but like he doesn’t know how to and he has a small blue tint on his faceplate while he’s rocking his pedes back and forth thinking of how to phrase the question.

⭔ And Dee just looks at him with the most understanding and soft smile and is all like: “You want tickles, buddy?” and Bee just shyly nods UUUGGGHHHFHHDJDJS,,,,!,!

⭔ Closes his optics or looks away this man can not and will not ever look his Ler in the face 😂.

⭔ Kinda worried and paranoid that he’s too much sometimes and he fears that the others will eventually get tired and annoyed with him so he masks. Which, Orion, D-16 and Elita do not like ONEEEE BIIIIT.

⭔ The other three gang up on him CONSTANTLY.

⭔ Is tickled awake by Elita 24/7.

⭔ Kinda tickly on his lower backplate and if you scribble there juuuuuust right he’ll descend in the most sweetest of cackles RAUGHHHH 💃🏾💕🕺🏾!!!

⭔ While being tickled, he has to be corrected on like how to say it…if that makes sense 😅; since he’s unfamailar with it and the word as a whole…he has a hard time structuring it. For example: 

⭔ Bee: “IHIHIHIT TIHIHICKLED SOHOH BAHAD!!!”

⭔ Orion: “I think you mean it 'tickles', bud. It tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickles, buddy boo~!”

⭔ Bee (blushing SO freaking hard): “NONOHOHOH!!!”

⭔ Counts the egg crack knee thingie thing as illegal and he will actually deactivate faster than you can say 'Badassatron' if you do it to him 😭👍🏾.

⭔ After he gets somewhat comfortable around his friends as the months go by, he will just straight up just ask to get wrecked….which the others have no problem doing at all 🫶🏾!!!

⭔ “Nohoh wahahait dohohon’t ahactuahally stohop I didn’t mehehean it…”

⭔ Two words: 👏🏾Baby👏🏾. 👏🏾Teases👏🏾.

⭔ LITERALLY MAKES HIM MALFUNCTION SO BAD BRO. Like…getting tickled as a stand-alone he barely knows how to react but sprinkle some baby teases in there⁉️⁉️⁉️ Just deactivate the poor bot at that point…

⭔ I love him so much he makes me so fucking sick 🫨💞‼️

⭔ BUT HIM AS A LER THO⁉️⁉️⁉️

⭔ A FREAKING MENACE. Well…uh,,,,,kinda.

⭔ He’s awkward at first. Like…so so so awkward. Like…cringe-worthy awkward.

⭔ Poor dude did NOT KNOW how to tickle somebot…he was just kind like, “Huh…this is weird but your reactions are cute so imma keep doing it :).”

⭔ AND GOT SO UPSET WITH HIMSELF THAT HE DIDN’T KNOW HOW TO TICKLE PEOPLE.

⭔ SINCE HIS FRIENDS MAKE HIM GIGGLY AND HAPPY HE WANTS TO REGIVE THE FAVOR BUT HE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO.

⭔ So yk what he does??? He takes 📝notes📝 on how others tickle him and how his friends tickle each other (pretty smart strategy tbh 😌👍🏾).

⭔ One day, D-16 and Bee were tag-teaming Orion and Bee used one of Dee’s teases and Orion completely LOST it while Dee just looked at Bee proudly 💕✨.

⭔ Big brother little brother bonding right there! Hopefully nothing bad happens to them, right? RIGHT??? Right.

⭔ Loves tazing and poking eheh.

⭔ “Boop boop boop boop boopity boop ☺️!!!”

⭔ And he says it in the most genuine purest way e v e r ^

⭔ But once he’s learned to be teasy and mean??? It’s over for freaking everyone.

⭔ Loves pointing out how much the bot he’s tickling is having fun.

⭔ Yaps to no end about how they could 101% get away or how they’re just holding his wrists and not ACTUALLY preventing him from tickling them (as I said…menace).

⭔ “Looks like SOMEBOT is enjoying themselves~!”

⭔ Since Bee is…yk…really really short, after the rebuild (basically a couple months after the movie) of Iacon he often climbs Elita’s and Optimus' backplate and just forces them to give him a piggyback ride 😗.

⭔ BUuUuUuT this lil yellow bot is a legit demon (he has horns in other iterations for a reason ☝🏾😈) and he likes to just ever so slooowly trace the bot who’s carrying him’s neck or just full on blows a raspberry on the crook of their neck cables.

⭔ Like…99.9% always tries to make his Lee admit something.

⭔ Either that they’re cute, that they like being tickled or something along those lines.

⭔ We all know his knife hands tho yes yes mhm mhm we’re all familiar???

⭔ Okay hear me out but what if they were like…interchangeable?

⭔ Like he has daggers for slicing and dicing but then he ALSO has daggers that aren’t sharp enough to kill or scratch a man but sharp enough to…well, I know you catch my drift 😚🫶🏾.

⭔ “I gotchu~! I’m gonna getchu getchu getchu~!”

⭔ In short, love this dork and I cannot flipping wait to see more of him 🐝.

⭔ Although, if his voicebox gets ripped out you guys will not hear from me. At all.

[phightingheadcanons]

Subspace has attempted Rock climbing at least once (during work hours) and as a result he got a massive scolding for 'slacking off'.

-🖥️🕯️ [robotic candle]

I’m surprised he didn’t fall (and participating in physical activity pertaining exercise no less)

[spaceagebachelormann]

doing your makeup with phantom of the opera characters !

✧ warnings: none!

✧ characters included: christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagny, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

✧ additional info: these can be read as any versions! however characters like christine and meg are mainly based off the book and musical versions :) can also be read platonically OR romantically

✧ nav. — m.list

*ೃ༄ christine daaé

she does her makeup with you!

i feel like she prefers doing hers with someone in the room so she can a second opinion on how hers looks and she’ll do the same for them

she’d probably ask you to help her put some of it on cause book!christine canonically has bad vision

and she’d ask to do some of urs for funsies :)

despite her bad eyesight i feel like she’s actually very good at it cause she’s gotten used to it

overall a very nice experience cause christine is such a cutie <3

ೃ༄ erik destler

he’s intrigued

i feel like he also knows how to do makeup cause he wanted to cover up his face

anyway!! he’d only know how to use foundation and stuff for ur skin so hes rlly interested in mascara and eyeliner and eyeshadow and that stuff

100% let’s u try lipsticks on his arm

he also gives u his honest opinion on ur makeup when ur finished or almost finished (i hc hes brutually honest)

he also asks like a lot of questions

“what’s this” and he’s holding ur highlighter

probably also wants u to put some on him but is too afraid to ask

ೃ༄ raoul de chagny

he’s kind of like christine

but he’s much more energetic abt it

will suggest u wear the sparkliest eyeshadow he can find 😭

other than that he knows literally nothing about makeup but still wants to try and do it for you

and it’s best to say no because chances are he’ll fuck it up (badly)

he’ll also randomly pick something up and put it on himself for funsies

when he finds ur blush he’ll put them directly on his cheeks in circles like when little kids find their moms makeup

probably takes forever to clean him up too

he’s rlly inquisitive during it and asks nonstop questions but most of them are just to be annoying

ೃ༄ meg giry

almost the same as raoul but she mainly just yaps the whole time

it’s actually a very calming experience with her surprisingly

u just sit there and do ur thing and she’ll mind her own business and talk abt her day and asks abt urs too!

it’s also a gossip session

“i heard that carlotta might get fired and replaced by christine” is probably a common one

another one who’s brutually honest and gives her opinion

is not afraid to tell u if u look like shit but like 99% of the time she tells u look absolutely lovely

ೃ༄ carlotta giudicelli

so as we all know she’s kinda mean.. so she’s also very honest about your makeup

if your friends she’ll most likely just be saying it to make sure u look ur best, even if she is a little rude about it

if she doesn’t like you she just wants to piss you off

but she probably also wouldn’t be there if y’all weren’t friends

i feel like if u were taking too long or just didn’t look good enough (to her standards) she’d just be like “oh my god let me” and start doing it for u

if she’s not doing that she’ll use the time to practice her singing

she enjoys ur company and probably becomes nicer during this time <3

taglist : @faerieroyal (ik ur not on my phantom taglist but i love attention 😭)

[thedayshiftisntthatbad]

HC: Parker can go through so much pain but will refuse to swear. It's like a robot dividing by zero. Does not happen, just go around it.

Fuck? Nah. Flippers. Shit? Nah. Snapshot.

[chiacanwritesometimes]

the three times you tried, and the one time it worked. (part three)

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ship: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 2.6k

authors note: i’m posting this one a little later than i thought i would, i spent more time with it to ensure the most satisfying conclusion :) i delve into themes of pregnancy, weight gain, and miscarriage, so please do not interact if these themes trigger, bother, or make you uncomfortable.

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there’s no word for a parent who lost their child. you’ve heard that before. but, there’s no word for a parent who lost their child before they were born.

he stopped touching you the way you liked. he didn’t stop loving you, but he grew sorrowful of the way you grew stiff at his touch. it wasn’t personal, you knew it wasn’t his fault. it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. you grew tired of hearing that, and the way peoples voice whined when they heard the news, and the way they tilt their heads, knit their eyebrows together and go “ohhh.”.

you became resentful. you were angry at the world, angry at yourself, angry at anyone who reminded you that your body was a failure, that you were a failure.

it’s safe to say that you hadn’t fucked in a while. the few moments you let him kiss you, and things got a bit heavy, you sighed and tapped his wrist twice, a signal you both have to show that it was time to stop. like clockwork, he smiled, kissed your forehead, and poured himself a glass of whiskey.

he started smoking again. you tried to protest, but you knew deep down you envied him. how dare he flaunt the fact he can damage his body with cigarettes, cigars, alcohol, and them have no effect on his body. you knew that wasn’t by choice, but you still felt jealous. he tried not to do it so often in front of you. there was a positive to this, though. you liked the smoky kisses he gave you when he was smoking, the tobacco taste of his tongue making you feel elegant.

most nights were spent awake. or, at least, him awake. you always fell asleep first, kissing him goodnight, and turning your back to him. he always looked at you, and just sighed.

he couldn’t sleep. it’s been years since he couldn’t sleep that way. he tried everything, from tea to subliminals. the white noise of the music couldn’t take him away from the fact that he felt grief, in all that which he was. and to make matters worse, his metal arm was the only part of him that didn’t seem to be affected. many days were spent without it, but the instant he put it on, he felt a surge of confidence. he felt disgusted with himself, reeling from the fact that the one thing he hates most about himself was the only thing in tip top shape.

you often wondered if your actions would lead him to get another lover. you scolded yourself for thinking that about him, as that wasn’t a fair accusation. you know that he held immense love for you, but you couldn’t help but feel cynical. maybe the only reason he stayed with you was some sort of ‘thank you’ for having stayed by his side so long after the effects of hydra. quickly, you pushed those feelings aside. you felt guilty to have had thought of him so poorly.

four months passed since maine. nine months had passed since the first time you were pregnant. the due date would’ve been any time soon, and every day was a reminder. the clothes in boxes, the pastel wallpaper rolled up. strangely, you felt somewhat normal. i mean, as normal as you can get in a situation like this.

you knew, deep down, it wouldn’t always be like this. you knew that eventually, you wouldn’t shy away from his touch, and you’d let him love you the way you wanted him to.

you decided to visit the shrine. you hadn’t done that in a while, but this time was different. you woke him up before the sun rose, and asked him to go with you.

of course he said yes. these past few weeks, you hardly asked him for anything. he was desperate, he was clinging to the ghost of your existence. your home was no longer blessed with your laughter, your dancing, your singing, your life. he wanted you, needed you, missed you. these disappointments had been the bane of his existence. he tenderly held your hand as you led him to your secret hideaway, the shrine. he kept quiet as you explained the meaning of the flowers around it, and the shape of the headstone. he admired your attention to detail, and for the first time in months, he saw, within you, a weight lifted. your eyes were tired, yes, but not resentful. your touch on his hand was no longer obligated, but appreciated. how obvious it seemed, sharing grief. how does that one quote go? a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved. it seemed like you had spent hours together outside, and it wasn’t long before the rays of the sun warmed you both to the point of removing a couple layers of clothing. you wore a simple nightgown, the silk cloth having a sheer effect from the sun. his muscles looked toned from the shadows cast from the sun, and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself go with your feelings. you placed a hand on his shoulder, his human shoulder. his eyes immediately zipped to you. he looked, nervous.

“james?”

his hand met yours, and held it. he then placed it on his cheek, inhaling deeply. his eyes fluttered shut.

you were kinder with yourself. you were kinder with him. you were kinder with the world. most nights were spent in his embrace, his soft kisses peppering your skin. you no longer stiffened at his touch, no longer dreaded his kisses. lazy mornings were filled with conversations about nothing, and everything. your value wasn’t determined by wether or not your womb could be fruitful. you threw away all pregnancy tests, hoping that would be a first step towards acceptance.

it was july, three weeks after the shrine, five months after maine, and ten ish months after you were first pregnant. hot summer nights were spent in a little gazebo in your backyard, the burnt smell of sweet marshmallows filling your nostrils. you laughed as he looked defeated at his small lump of charred sweetness. he rolled his eyes at you and threw a graham cracker at you, which made you laugh even more.

eventually, the fire died down, and you two were left stargazing. rather, you were left stargazing, and his gaze was on you. you didn’t know the name of the constellations, so you made them up.

“that one is a sword wielding cat.” you giggled, half asleep.

“yeah?”

“yeah. and next to it-“ you whispered. “next to it is his damsel in distress.” you pointed. you noticed his eyes linger.

“are you alright?”

“you are so fucking beautiful.” he said, almost in disbelief.

“…okay.” you smiled, and wiped a strand of hair away from his face. “is that all?”

“of course not.” he leaned on his elbows. he kissed your forehead, your cheek, your lips. “you’re wonderful, intelligent-“ a kiss on the bridge of your nose. “charming, gorgeous-“ a kiss on your chin. “and you’re…” he stopped.

“i’m?” you asked, holding his face.

“you’re mine.”

you smiled softly. his metal hand rested on your thigh, making you suck your breath from the cool touch. he waited for you to tap his wrist twice, to see if he was walking on eggshells. he paused, one beat, two beats, three. nothing. his eyes looked into yours, and you smiled.

it goes without saying that there wasn’t much sleep to be had that night.

now, you didn’t know you were pregnant. that is, you assumed, but brushed it off for fear of it happening again. you googled symptoms, but convinced yourself it was just hormones. what an easy scapegoat.

“why are you such a bitch?”

“hormones.”

it wasn’t until you looked a little fuller around your stomach that you bit the bullet and took a test.

two lines.

fuck those two lines.

you tried your best to hide it, you really did. you didn’t want to hide it from him, but you felt that another disappointment would break him completely. you could take one more, though. besides, this heartbreak would just be yours to bear.

you managed to keep it under cover for four months, until he found you out. you were taking a shower, and didn’t hear him walk in. you covered yourself in soapy suds, and hummed. he stayed there, watching you. he felt perverted, but he didn’t watch you lustfully. you looked different, fuller. he frowned, maybe it was the glass warping your shape. did you hide the fact you gained weight from him? he didn’t mind, why would you do that? he noticed you wore bigger shirts, and you stopped letting him hold your stomach when he spooned you. he was going to ask about it, but bit his tongue. maybe it wasn’t wise to ask his wife about her weight after two miscarriages. he may not know much about modern customs, but he knew that was definitely a bad idea. you kept humming, and turned off the water. you turned to see him, and your face flushed.

how. the. fuck. were you going to explain your bump to him?

“could you hand me a towel, dear?” you asked, trying your damn best to hide your nervousness. he nodded, and did as you asked. he slid the glass of the shower, and took you in your beautiful, bare form. the water droplets on your breasts made him blush, and he looked away out of respect.

“you’ve seen me naked before.” you teased.

“i know.” he mumbled.

“baby?”

“hm?”

“look at me.”

he did, and boy did he look at you. his eyes examined every feature on your face, every freckle on your cheek, every speck on your eyes, every pore on your skin.

“no, honey. look at me.”

he was confused. what on earth did you think he was doing? he tilted his head, and started to protest, when you grabbed his hand and placed it on your stomach. you didn’t say anything, just mouthed, “i’m sorry.” he just kept his hand on your stomach, his breath hitched.

“how long?” he asked softly.

“three, almost four months.”

“you should’ve told me.” he said, his voice breaking.

“i didn’t want to disappoint us again, and-“

“doll…” that shut you up. how you hated when he called you that, he could get away with anything with that name.

“bucky.”

“you could never disappoint me.”

“well, i-“

“no. you could never disappoint me. ever.” he tucked your wet hair behind your ear and tilted your chin lightly forward.

“you mean so fucking much to me, baby or no baby. i love you, regardless of the fact that-“ his voice broke. “regardless if…” you knew what he was trying to say, but did he? he cleared his throat.

“regardless if we have to dance this dance time and time again. i want to dance it with you. your sorrows are my sorrows, your joys are my joys. your love is my life and your life is my love.”

80 percent of miscarriages happen in the twelve weeks. you were on your fourteenth week.

the rest of the pregnancy felt like the other shoe was about to drop. you often woke up, scared you would be surrounded by blood, but…nothing. every time you went to the bathroom, you tensed up. nothing. you felt slight pain. nothing. you felt like you were going to be right, but how you hoped you were wrong. you begged, to any god who could hear you, that you were wrong.

he soon took you to medical appointments, to catch up on the ones you couldn’t attend when you were hiding. you went to ultrasounds, physical appointments. you even got to pack your hospital bag. you wouldn’t dare enter the nursery, you felt that it was bad luck.

you both knew the gender of the baby, but you didn’t host a gender reveal party. you wanted this to be your little secret, your little joy, your little loss. he agreed, because the only thing he ever wanted to be was with you.

when you were six months pregnant, he prepared a little dinner for you. when you were seven months pregnant, he surprised you with jewelry. every passing day was filled with suspense, as if the baby was going to come out and say, “sike! y’all really thought i was real?” you giggled at the image of that.

eight months rolled around. conversations about going to the hospital weren’t just a thing of the imagination, they felt real; they were real. one night, you laid in bed, ridden with pain. your back hurt, your feet hurt, your boobs hurt, your nails hurt. no matter what you did, it felt like everything was either sore or swollen. stretch marks adorned your thighs, stomach, arms and breasts. he never failed to let you know you were beautiful. god, and he truly believed it. your plump figure was that of a goddess, and he didn’t mind your breasts growing in size.

as a side project, without your knowledge, he started working on the nursery. your nesting behavior was set in the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom, but never the nursery. you hadn’t dared to set foot in that drab and desolate room, so he took it under his wing. when you were asleep, and really really asleep, like tired pregnant woman asleep, he left your bed, and got to work. he adorned the windows, the walls, the ceiling. stars decorated the ceiling, little constellations that you made up. he painted the stars from the night you first met. he built the crib, a beautiful, dark oak crib. he was always one to fiddle with things, as he found that it helped him stay grounded. he built the gazebo you frequented your days in, and a rocking chair. you didn’t complain, you liked the intoxicating smell of wood, sweat, and whiskey. what a man.

it hit you when you were nine months pregnant, that well, you were nine months pregnant. you didn’t think you’d make it this far, and now that you have, you felt at peace. if things fell into place correctly, you would have successfully carried a child to term. your husbands days were spent taking care of you.

you remember the day so vividly. you were wearing an oversized grey shirt that read, “practice safe lunch, use a condiment!” with a ketchup bottle drawing on it. how ironic, given your state. you stationed yourself in the living room, to be able to leave as quickly and efficiently as possible. somehow, you didn’t feel nervous. as your water broke, and you began dilating, you felt strong. maybe not physically, but mentally.

in the hospital bed, you groaned as you dilated. labor can last up to 12 hours for the first birth, so you had started taking frequent naps. or, attempted to. try taking a nap with your body being expanded by some watermelon sized child.

soon, it started. sweat beads overwhelmed your face as you began to push. blinding pain erupted from your skin, and you threw your head back. he, obviously, was there, holding your hand; supporting your weight. long felt the time that you spent pushing. you sobbed into his shirt, your white knuckles beginning to become sore, and your veins popping out so noticeably.

as soon as you were done, you were handed the baby, your baby. your baby. your baby with him, the baby you carried for nine months, the baby that stayed.

seven pounds, four ounces. this little baby boy, so tiny in your hands. he was a little one, but boy did he make it up in spirit. you named him after your husband, and his middle name from an old book you read when you were young. james oliver barnes, your darling rainbow baby.

three times you tried, three times you wept, but it was all worth it in the end.

[sapphirecherry]

my sam headcanons!

likes honey in his coffee

elastics > scrunchies

loves to cook big hearty meals in crockpots and slow cookers (dean won’t let him near open flames or ovens)

allergic to dust

favourite flavour is vanilla (the real stuff not fake)

homemade pesto is his favourite dip

uses spearmint and pine scented body wash

owns (and lives in) an oodie

treats himself to a long bubble bath at the end of every week

rebinds his favourite books with leather covers and gold lettering

no playlists just liked songs

always wins at monopoly

always loses go fish

picks his nails/lips when he’s restless

i’ve got a lot more i just don’t want this to be too long

[kabingdom]

KABING -> POETRY

Kai reads her poems all the time

In the park, before they sleep

He writes for her too

Handwritten ones in places he knows she’ll look.

This man’s wedding vows were so beautiful

HE’S JUST SO SOFT FOR HIS DARLING AJKSNBS

[sugarcandydoll]

i can't be the only one who thinks tom riddle smells like euclyptus & rain hehe ♡🐍🌿

[twistedappletree]

Hiiii apple!!!! I was wondering if you have any headcanons about the juniors waking up early or how they handle mornings? maybe if they were all studying at the cloud recesses or something and have to wake up at the same time as the lans 🤣

OH YES, YES I DO. ✨

I’ll start with the one who’s obviously the best at handling mornings:

• Lan Sizhui

He’s the unofficial leader of the ducklings, so of course he’d be up at 5am sharp with zero complaints but he’d also be the one waking the others up if they sleep in, not to annoy them but to make sure they don’t get in trouble.

The majority of the time, he wakes up feeling refreshed and ready to tackle the day but I do headcanon that he occasionally tries to stay up a little late to read, study or practice guqin and there’s just some mornings where he wishes he could sleep in—because let’s be real, no matter who you are, we all have those days.

• Lan Jingyi

He wakes up at 5 for two reasons: food and because he has to. Otherwise, he’d definitely wake up at the crack of noon and eat chicken for breakfast every morning if he could.

Unfortunately, no matter how long he’s been waking up at the same time, his internal alarm clock just doesn’t set for 5. Usually, Lan Sizhui finds him sprawled out on his bed like a starfish with his mouth hanging open, still very much passed out and has to shake him awake at the last minute to save him from their seniors—even if that means smacking him with a pillow or pushing him off the bed.

• Ouyang Zizhen

Oh, my dear sweet Zizhen. He’s literally Nie Huaisang with a filter. He won’t complain, but he definitely doesn’t want to wake up at 5. He rises like a zombie on the verge of tears, rolls out of bed like a sloth and falls back asleep at breakfast.

Lan Sizhui has to keep waking him up so he gets a chance to eat his food before Lan Jingyi tries to steal it, despite getting smacked on the hand with Lan Sizhui’s chopsticks every time.

• Jin Ling

God save whoever wakes up our Prince of peonies because he is not a morning person in the slightest. The only one who can even attempt to wake him up without risking injury is Lan Sizhui and even then, Jin Ling hates him for it.

But he knows Lan Sizhui is only looking out for him, so gets up and sits in bed with the blanket wrapped around him, staring at the wall with puffy, murderous eyes for several minutes before begrudgingly getting ready for the day.

He doesn’t talk to anyone before he’s had his tea, and anyone who tries to talk to him before he’s had his tea?

May they rest in peace. 🪦🙏 (RIP Jingyi)