#POING'S PLAYGROUND

[xiation]

quick ref

[normystical]

ok wait wait wait. i got a good one. lotus pod object head. and she keeps it covered bc like... well just look up lotus pod and you'll see why. she has a bag on her head. a little lotus flower is drawn on the "face" of it. her name may even be lotus. insecure about her head because. yeAH. omg but im imagining a vague but such a pretty dress/outfit for her

[iocheaira]

my mom is an elementary school teacher at a high needs school so every now and then you get a story that is so wild it is (what we now call) abbott elementary worthy. and i think there was probably a rabid possum on parks and rec or something so rabid possums aren’t groundbreaking comedically. but i still lost it so hard i hyperventilated and started crying over this rabid possum story

[ladsloveletters]

BACK FOR YOU

summary: Caleb returns to find out you’re having sex with your best friend Zayne.

warnings: MDNI, 18+ content

tags: Nurse!MC, ZaynexMC, CalebxMC, FWB!Zayne, Jealous!Caleb, Love triangle trope perhaps, Caleb doesn’t die in this fic, rough sex, fingering, spitting, spanking, gagging, other filthy stuff, there’s plot in here because i enjoy context lol

word count: 6.2k

notes: not edited and read over quickly once lol just want more caleb smut in my life. also like the idea of love triangle between childhood friends.

The morning shift was almost at its peak. People flooded the hallway. Nurses at the nursing station ruffling through patient files. Doctors pagers beeping as they scurry to the next consultation. Radiologists yelling at physiotherapists to move out of the way as they haul their giant mobile X-Ray machines. In the background you can hear all the patients using their call-bells, lighting up the ceiling TV screens like Christmas Eve.

You sigh, the usual midday headache creeping up your shoulders.

And yet amidst the normal chaos of Akso General Hospital, Dr. Zayne, your childhood best friend, manages to stop in the middle of it all and smirk. ‘Have you had a break yet?’

Flicking your gloves into the bin outside the patient’s door, you turn towards Zayne who happens to be walking down the hallway. ‘I have not peed since I woke up,’ you grunt, making your way across to the busy nurses station to where an amused Zayne rests his arms upon. You let yourself rest on your side, mirroring him.

If it weren't for the many years you had known the man, you would have been fooled by his cool calm demeanor he wears so well. You scanned him. Neatly gelled hair. Freshly shaved face (he missed a spot right by his left jaw). Baby pink button down peaking through his white coat. Polished black shoes matching his pressed pants. And yet you can also note the tick of his jaw. The soft crease between his brows. The faint shadows under his eyes. Zayne was equally as tired. You chuckled, only 3 more hours until the shift ends.

‘I heard the cafeteria is now serving apple pie,’ you offer.

His dark brow quirks up, ‘Since when did you show interest in apple pie?’ he shakes his head, dark hair covering his gaze, ‘Definitely not an appropriate lunch.’

You lean further into your arm, your hand keeping your head upright. ‘I’m sure a certain Colonel would disagree.’

Zayn turned rigid. Right. Caleb.

The DAA Colonel was scheduled to return tomorrow morning. Much to your excitement, the older childhood friend couldn’t help but sense something was off. It was simple. You and Caleb would play while Zayne would watch from afar. And when the sun had set at the playground, Zayne would be the responsible one to walk you home whilst Caleb stayed and played with the other neighbourhood kids. Always measured and always cautious, the childhood dynamic between the three of you remained unchanged even with the other’s disappearance. After high school graduation, the three of you promised to stay in touch no matter what. Even if that meant for Caleb to leave Linkon to join the DAA, leaving you and Zayne behind.

You had hoped for your friend’s return. But hope can be a fickle thing.

-

Caleb’s eyes were fixated on the small red box. Your hands were clasped around it so tightly, your breath caught in your chest. This was a mistake. A nervous laugh bubbled through your throat as you quickly drew the box behind your back, ‘It’s a stupid present!’ you stuttered shaking your head, ‘I just saw it one day shopping with grandma and-’

His lilac gaze darkened as he quickly snatched the box out of your hands.

“Hey!’

Using his height to his advantage Caleb turns his back towards you as he quickly rips open the box again and plucks out the necklace. ‘When you come back…’ he reads, holding up the dog tag out of your reach and smiling. ‘You’re really going to miss me, Pipsqueak?’

You huff as he continues to turn away from your reach, laughing at your poor attempts of swatting the silver chain out of his large grasp. ‘It’s not my fault you chose to become a stupid pilot instead of going to med school like Zayne!’

The older boy scoffs, turning away from you once more to quickly clasp the chain around his neck. He grins as he tucks the dog tag into his school shirt. Caleb couldn’t help but feel his chest tighten at the mention of the older boy's name. It’s always the same with you. Safe. Responsible. No wonder grandma always wanted Zayne to walk you home after school instead of Caleb. Zayne, your neighbour and best friend. The older upper classmen who always had people gushing about him despite his closed off personality. Personally, it always seemed to annoy Caleb.

But he was good to you, Zayne. Caleb knew that. He saw it every time he walked you home. He saw it when Zayne would drop off boxed lunch for you early in the morning on his way to University. And he knew that he would be able to take care of you whilst he went to the DAA.

But Caleb couldn’t ignore the sting in his eyes at the thought of leaving you for several months. And that's only if things at DAA go smoothly. At worst, Caleb may be gone for a few years before he’s even allowed for a stationed break. But he must go, in order to keep you safe.

‘Why don’t you go to medical school if you admire Zayne so much?’ he teases.

You stop attempting to take off Caleb’s necklace and blink up at him. The cotton blouse of your school uniform is dampened with sweat from the summer air. A soft cool breeze threaded through the leaves of the large tree you stood under, cooling your exposed neck under your ponytail. A mix of frustration and embarrassment reddens your cheeks, ‘Maybe I will.’

Caleb stares down at you. He had gotten taller over the Summer. A whole head taller and then some. Graduation was always bittersweet, and to be honest Caleb couldn’t care less for all the other classmates waiting to give him a parting present as well. After the graduation ceremony he found himself at the back court, trying to get some air before all the other students rushed out to celebrate. He wasn’t oblivious to his popularity. He knew from the stares he would get from other girls and glares from his basketball team. But it never mattered.

All he could focus on was you, standing under the big crabapple tree, small red box in hand waiting to give you a farewell gift. His best friend, who for some reason was always a little something more to him.

Caleb bit his pride aside and took in a deep breath. He stepped forward which made you instinctively step back. The treebark was rough against your skin. Your feet planted between the thick roots of the tree. ‘Stay out of trouble Pipsqueak,’ he murmured, reaching forward. He leant forward, bracing himself with one hand against the tree. The other hand reached under his shirt, thumb pulling out the silver chain. The small apple pendant dangled above your eyeline. The engraved words on the dog tag stared down at you.

‘I’ll come back home before you know it.’

-

Zayne was always gentle with you.

Despite him being your senior, Zayne had never let you feel small. In fact, he was the opposite. Any chance he got, Zayne had made sure you felt confident and empowered and supported. Even through nursing school with late night studying and long days working at the convenience store to pay for school- Zayne was there to help. Handwritten flash cards. Homemade lunch boxes. He was there.

And when Caleb stopped responding to your letters and emails, Zayne was there as well.

He can admit, the younger boy was trouble. But he also saw how much he cared for you. After all, you were so excited to give him his graduation present that you decided to ask Zayne for his opinion. ‘Do you think he’ll like it?’ you bit into your nails. Zayne would try not to roll his eyes and shrug his shoulders, ‘He would be an ungrateful idiot if not.’

After all, you were always looking out for them both. Even when Zayne had questioned your motives to become a nurse, you simply responded, ‘It’s so I can help others no matter what,’ you shrugged, ‘And so I can see you often and help Caleb if he ever gets injured.’

It came so easily to you, helping others. It was the biggest thing Zayne admired about you. However it was also your biggest weakness, wearing your heart on your sleeve. His biggest worry was how easy it would be to break your heart.

And so it was Zayne’s personal mission to ensure that no one would break your heart. Because at the end of the day, you were his best friend and he was looking out for you. He would take care of you no matter what.

Which is how you ended up in the abandoned storage room at the bottom of Asko Hospital. With Zayne, taking care of you.

‘A-Ah, Zayne hurry up,’ you whine.

His kisses were more rough today. Something you noted as soon as he had pushed you through the storage room doors. He had carelessly slammed his swipecard against the door lock, pressing his mouth against your neck as he closed the door shut behind you. Peeling off his coat and swipecard, he dropped everything onto the floor one by one.

You turn around to meet his soft lips, pressing yours against them. His tongue made no mistake in entering your mouth swiftly, softly entangling with yours. He smelled of coffee and laundry detergent as he pushed you against one of the metal shelves. His large hands made work to the back of your head, one hand firm at the back of your neck as the other took off the claw clip of your ponytail. Your hair fell around your shoulders as your hands tugged at his waist.

‘Does this count as a lunch break?’

Zayne grunted, taking his glasses off and placing them on the shelf behind you as he brushed your hair over your shoulder. He hummed as he pressed open mouth kisses along your collar bone and you sighed in bliss as your head fell back. This is how it was. It was a mutual decision. Working at a busy hospital meant a lot of stress and frustration would pent up so quickly and easily. It was only logical to find an equally quick and easy release.

Whose idea it was, you cannot remember.

‘You’re so hard already,’ you sigh as your hand feels up the front of Zayne’s pants. He chuckled as he brought a hand forward to cup your breast. Through your thin scrubs he could feel your nipple pebble and harden under your bralette. ‘Could say the same for you.’

You huff and make quick work of his belt buckle and Zayne lets you as you pull down the zipper and drop his slacks around his thick thighs. You groan at the sight of the tent in his black briefs. Lifting your arms up, Zayne swiftly pulls your scrub top over your head and throws it into the corner. He smirks at the sight of your heaving chest. ‘Eager?’ he teases.

‘Whatever,’ you grumble as you tug him forward with his necktie. His mouth was on yours once again. His kisses tasted divine. Not that you had much to compare to. Your mouth only knew Zayne’s. And Caleb.

But that was neither here nor there. And where you are now, wrapped in the strong arms of your favourite doctor, was where you wanted, needed to be.

You bury the thought of anyone else and let yourself fall drunk off his kisses. Pushing your front flush against him, he moans at the contact. Indeed, he was very hard.

‘Do you think you can take an extra fifteen for your lunch break?’ you murmur, mouth getting swollen from Zayne’s tender bites.

Not bothering to respond, Zayne tugs the bottom of your scrubs down enough to expose your pink striped panties. His hand cups the front of your pussy and lets out a short breath. ‘You’re so fucking wet.’ His fingers don’t take time to slip under the soaked cotton and glide themselves over your slick. ‘Is this how you walk around all day?’ he grunts, ‘Wet and waiting for me to take you?’

Your head falls onto Zayne’s shoulder, mouth agape. Your hips buck and grind against his palm, begging for more than just his teasing fingertips.

‘If it weren’t for you walking around like that,’ he buries his nose into the crook of your neck. His hot breath fanning your ear and you shudder. ‘I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on anything all day,’ he confesses, ‘Do you know how dangerous that would be for me, love? I am the most respected cardiac surgeon in all of Linkon and the sight of you reduces me to nothing.’

His fingers gently caress your swollen clit, massaging them ever so slowly. You can feel yourself getting more wet, practically soaking yourself into his palm. Zayne presses his lips against the sensitive spot of your neck, ‘So fucking wet just for me.’

You whine as your hand blindly reaches for his cock. You can’t take this anymore. You needed more. And today, for no particular reason, seems to have you both riled and wanting more. ‘P-please Zayne, I-I can’t take it.’

He chuckled, his fingers gliding down and slipping inside of you. ‘You can take it,’ he reassured, ‘You can take all of me just like you have been all these months.’

-

Caleb was coming home tomorrow.

That was what you had told yourself over and over again since you had woken up. You thought about him in the shower. While you were attending a patient’s wound dressing. While you ate lunch after your quickie with Zayne. And even now, laying in bed your eyes bore into the ceiling. Caleb was coming home tomorrow. Your head turned to your bedside alarm and sighed. Sleep won’t come easy tonight. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

You thought of Zayne. He was different today and you couldn’t pinpoint why. It was nothing out of the ordinary for you two to have sex. In fact, you almost had it scheduled every week. It was a mutual companionship you both had expressed was purely physical and even productive. As you shed away all the stresses of work and the world, you were able to relax in the comfort of convenience in one of your oldest friends’ arms.

And yet there was something about him today that was foreign. In the way he kept you close to him. Visiting you on the ward in the middle of the shift. Asking if you had lunch even though you normally skipped it in return for finishing work early. And how he had kissed you after you had come around his cock, mouth hard and earnest against you.

Your eyes remain closed, pictures of Zayne’s hot body pressed against yours. His hands roaming every inch of your skin. You bit down on your lip. Mindlessly, you let your hands start to feel up your body. The soft silky nightgown (a humorous birthday gift from Zayne last year) falling off your shoulder and exposing one of your breasts. You let out a soft sigh as you palm and pinch at your nipples.

‘Am I interrupting something?’

Fuck.

You could have swore you were dreaming at the sound of his voice. Eyes wide open you sit up, linen pooling around your waist as your eyes directly meet Caleb’s.

Mouth agape, like a fish out of water, you stare at him. Caleb. He stood by the doorframe of your bedroom, body leaning against it as one leg crossed over the other. His arms were folded and a smirk spread across his pink lips. It took you a moment to register who was standing before you. ‘Caleb?’

If Caleb grew a head taller than you after graduation that summer, then he must have grown another foot. His shadow loomed over you. His broad shoulders stretched the thick fabric of his military jacket as he uncrossed his arms and brought his hand up in a mock salute. ‘Nice to see you too Pipsqueak,’ he sings. His violet gaze flickers to your chest and you scramble to pull the sheet up to your chest. But you were too transfixed at the sight of him.

‘So this is how you kept yourself busy while I was gone?’

Pushing off the doorframe he walks into the room slowly. The leather boots and the sound of your breathing filling the bedroom. ‘I thought you were coming back tomorrow.’

Caleb shrugged, ‘I lied.’

He walked around the bed with slow steps. As if with every stomp of his boot, another thought came to his mind. The air around you drew cold and tense. And an air of uncertainty filtered into your bedroom window.

It was late at night. And in this hour, the moonlight painted silver stripes into your room. It shone across your bedsheets and highlighted the violet gaze which never left yours. It was as if the centre of gravity had shifted. And nothing but Caleb’s gaze was holding you down in the bed. You couldn’t even cover yourself, your breast bare to him. You were frozen.

‘I wanted to surprise you. But it looks like you had other things going on.’

You didn’t understand. This was not Caleb. Your Caleb wouldn’t speak the way he is speaking right now. With this air of fear and uncertainty you swallowed down your dry throat. ‘Caleb what happened-’

He stopped at the foot of the bed abruptly and turned to you. ‘One year Pipsqueak.’ he snarled, reaching forward and gripping the edge of the bedframe. ‘I was gone for one year and you had the nerve to go and fuck Zayne? Out of all fucking people?’

You were stunned.

Caleb let out a laugh you could only decipher as mockery. ‘You even went ahead and became a nurse for him! Just like I thought you would,’ he laughed. He took off his hat and your chest heaved as you fully took in his face. Pieces of short dark locks fell above his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. He placed his hat on your bed. The leather gloves tighten its grip against the wooden bedframe.

‘H-How did you know?’

There was no point denying it at this point. But if the man in front of you was truly Caleb, then you had to know how he came to know the secret arrangement you had with Zayne this whole time he was at the DAA.

Caleb snickered, ‘I always knew Pipsqueak.’

He pushed himself off the bedframe and made his way around to the side of the bed. There he stood over you, his shadow eclipsing the moonlight seeping from the window. In the dark, his violet eyes were shining with a sinister glint. He grinned, ‘It was just a matter of what I would do when I came home.’

You felt powerless. Your eyes couldn’t believe that Caleb was here. After a year of mourning his presence, missing him, the Caleb that returned was unrecognisable. Caleb smirked at your face. He could tell you were afraid. It excited him. It excited him even more to see how unfazed you were having your chest so exposed to him. His tongue darted out to wet his dry lips. ‘How long have you been fucking him?’

Your eyes narrowed, ‘I thought you knew everything, Colonel.’

Caleb quickly brought his hand under your chin, the leather of his glove pressing into your skin. He jerks your head closer to him as he leans in, ‘I want you to admit how much of a slut you are.’

‘You couldn’t even wait for me, Pipsqueak,’ he feigned sorrow, ‘You just had to jump onto the next guy that offered you cock.’

You scoffed and tried to pull away from his grasp. But Caleb held onto you tightly, his thumb pinching your chin tightly, ‘Caleb you’re hurting me-’

‘How long?’ he presses.

Your skin was on fire with the intensity of Caleb’s gaze searing into you.

‘Since I started working at Akso.’

He pulled you closer, you could smell him. Smoke and citrus. His lips were almost brushing against yours, his long lashes brushing your cheek as he turned to whisper into your ear. ‘You know you belong to me.’

You shuddered at his words and swallowed.

At this point your breasts were aching, begging to be touched. And the absolute terror Caleb reigned over you had all the more brought out the tingling sensation of your arousal.

He drew only a breath back, his grasp on your chin loosening only a fraction as his eyes stared into yours. Caleb smirked as he feels you practically lean further into his touch. ‘Well?’ he asked, cocking his head to the side in feigned interest, ‘Say it.’

A flash of confusion crosses your eyes before you blink away at his request. ‘What?’

Caleb brings a knee onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. He tilts your head up, ‘Say you belong to me.’

A silver shine catches your eyes and your lips part. There, tucked away under the collar of his fleetspace uniform, lay the familiar silver chain. Caleb watches your gaze flicker back to his, and notices the wet shine in your eyes.

When U Come Back.

‘I’m yours, Caleb,’ you choke out, tears threatening to slip against the burning of your cheeks,’I belong to you.’

His mouth crashes into yours almost violently as he pushes you back down into the bed. You land with a soft thud, his gloved hand catching the back of your head as he grasps a fist full of your hair.

A grunt escapes your lips and you gasp as Caleb slips his tongue into your mouth. He tastes as good as he smells as he wedges a muscled thigh between your legs. You try to shake the thought that this man on top of you was the same sweet boy who had always played with you at school. The same boy that held your backpack when it was too heavy. The same one that would tie your shoelaces.

The loud crash of boots disappear in the background as Caleb kicks them off and turns your head to the side. He wastes no time in running his other hand up your side as he presses sloppy wet kisses down your throat. ‘You grew into such a pretty slut,’ he teased as he massaged into your side, ‘Do you wear these things every night hoping someone would find you?’

At this point your panting and Caleb chuckles at the sight. He’s proud to see such a reaction out of you. Flushed cheeks. Hair tousled and sticking to your forehead. Your lips parted and almost dry from all the airy breaths.

His nose brushes against your skin as he kisses his way down to your chest, ‘Or were you wearing this knowing I would be knocking on your door in the morning, Pipsqueak?’

Balling your fists, you held onto the sheets tightly. Cocky bastard. Your knees closed in one another, locking Caleb into place. Your eyes darted to him and you sneered, ‘Maybe I was expecting a certain doctor instead.’

The growl erupted from Caleb was carnal. You watched in a trance as he licked a stripe down the fold of your cleavage. ‘Shut the fuck up.’

Your laughter was cut short when Caleb took your breast into his mouth. He sucks roughly at your nipple, grazing at it with his teeth. He hums in approval when you let out a gutteral groan, ‘Fuck.’

His other hand lets go of your head and reaches towards your throat. In a firm grasp, he holds you down as he continues to lap at your tits. ‘That’s right baby,’ he released your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ before kissing his way to the other. He draws a circle with his tongue around the hardened bud before taking it between his teeth. ‘Your tits are so fucking perfect.’

If Zayne was gentle, then Caleb was brutal.

If Zayne was considerate, then Caleb was selfish.

If Zayne was your comfort, then Caleb was your undoing.

You were squirming and your pussy was throbbing beneath your nightgown. And, unknowing to the man hovering above you, you were completely exposed. After all you lived alone, why wear underwear around the house? Saves on laundry.

As if he can scent you, Caleb pulls himself up and cages you under him. He rips off his gloves and jacket, leaving him in his white slacks and button down. His black tie dangles in your face as he leans down. ‘I can smell how fucking wet you are Pipsqueak,’ he muses. He palms his hard cock under his pants, begging for release. But he remains measured, composed. ‘Let me fuck you and I’ll make sure you never need to touch anyone else but me again.’

His words were seeping into your bones as his deep breaths masked his self restraint. You can feel the sheets curl beneath you as he fists the linen in earnest. With heavy lids you avert your gaze, the boldness of his attitude pinning you down. ‘But Zayne is so good to me…’

It was a mistake to even think of another man whilst Caleb practically hunted you down. At the sound of another man’s name, your childhood best friend snarled as he pulled down his pants swiftly.

Holy shit.

He was huge, even in his large grasp. You watch with mouth agape as Caleb lazily fisted his cock above you. His brows furrowed and his violet glare sent shockwaves all over you. He smirked, ‘Zayne might be good to you baby…’

‘But I’m not going to hold back.’

He leant forward once more and you gasp at the hard thickness of Caleb’s cock pressing against your stomach. You groan as he teases the tip of his cock down your navel to the top of your swollen clit. The hardened bud was throbbing and aching and practically begging for any friction. Your hands hold onto the sides of his biceps, the strong corded muscles shifting under his thin shirt.

He chuckled, ‘I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to take everything I’ll give you.’

There was no question in his tone and no room for even doubt before Caleb pushed his hard cock inside you. You let out a yelp at the sheer force of him stretching inside of your pussy. Your fingernails dig into his arms deeper as you moan, ‘Holy shit.’

‘Fucking hell,’ Caleb muttered, drawing his hips back and watching the length of his cock disappear inside of you with a quick snap. The force of his weight moved your body against the bed, the sound of his pelvis meeting yours.

It wasn’t long for you to adjust to him. Your body was practically moulding beneath him, accommodating to every curve and every inch of his hard cock as Caleb begins a brutal pace. ‘Take it for me,’ he muttered, throwing his leather gloves off and finding his hands gripping onto your hips firmly.

The sound was filthy, your wet pussy slobbering all over Caleb’s length as he continuously pulls you into him. You pant and writhe beneath him, ‘Caleb it’s too much-‘

He huffed as he continued to fuck you harder, ‘No it’s not enough,’ he decided. Your eyes were watery at the overwhelming sensation of his touch. There was no time for you to even register him flipping you over to your stomach.

You whine at the sudden loss of him pulling out of you.‘See?’ he sneered, pushing you down and lifting your hips up. His large hands, calloused and rough compared to Zayne’s, kneaded into the soft flesh of your ass. Caleb hums as he palms your soft skin before delivering a loud slap onto you.

‘Ah! Caleb!’

You shudder with each delivering blow, your back arched as your moans muffle through your pillow. Your fingers gripped onto the sheets as the stinging heat of your skin continued.

You can hear the sound of buttons popping and a soft thud onto the ground as Caleb strips himself off from his clothes. Your cheeks reddened at the thought of him naked before you, dressed in nothing but a skimpy silk nightgown.

Caleb reaches for you, grabs a fistful of your hair and jerks your head up. Before you could protest, he stuffs his fingers into your mouth and shoves the black cloth of his tie into it. The sound of your surprise is muffled and gagged.

‘Now I wouldn’t have to hear you say any other name again.’

He wastes no time in pushing himself back into you. The thick head of his cock parting the soaking folds of your pussy before practically sucking him in. Caleb moans, his grip on your ass tightening as he stills inside of you. ‘Fuck,’ he laughs, ‘You’re pussy is so fucking tight.’

He snaps into you, ass in the air as his hips meet yours. You fall back into the mattress, hands bracing before you as your muffled moans fill the room.

‘Isn’t this what you wanted?’ Caleb asks as he pounds into you, pace relentless, ‘Your pussy was practically calling my name the minute I stepped into your apartment.’

His cock throbbed inside of you, penetrating your walls in an unforgiving manner. He was so thick and long and fuck you wanted to come so badly.

Caleb leans forward, wrapping an arm around your waist before pulling you up. Your back is flush against him and the hard muscles of his stomach heave behind you. He fucks up into you, the new angle giving him an even deeper access. His other hand reaches around to your bundle of nerves. ‘This clit is mine,’ he whispers in your ear. The sight of his tie balled up into your mouth turned him on so much. In fact, the sight of you completely reduced to nothing but a cock drunk slut gave him such euphoria.

‘Do you even know how much I missed you?’ he seethed, his fingertips circling your clit as he continued to pound into you. His hips jerking forward with so much intensity you were practically bouncing in the air.

You cry as Caleb’s cock presses itself into your G-spot. The massage of his thick bulbous tip grinding against you was enough to have you standing just by the edge.

Caleb slowed his pace just a fraction as if he could sense how close you were. His hands disappeared from your clit much to your protest. Pushing you off from him, Caleb flipped you back onto your back.

Pulling the gag out of your mouth, Caleb’s eyes were clouded full of lust and desire as you wet your lips. ‘I missed you,’ you return, panting and gasping for air.

Delight flickered in his eyes as Caleb pushing your thighs back towards your chest. He held your thighs there as he lined himself up to your entrance. ‘Fucking liar,’ he chuckled before spitting onto your clit. You moan and swear as the dollop of spit glides down your folds.

‘If you really missed me you would have saved yourself for me.’

He grabs his cock in a tight fist, his other hand holding you open before him. He teases the tip of his cock, covering it in the mixture of your slick and his saliva.

‘Please Caleb,’ you beg.

The sound was glorious. This was all he ever wanted. He didn’t care about anything else. All he wanted was you. And seeing you beneath him, practically a body full of lust and heat and want. It was driving him crazy. He would almost forgive you for what you have done. The betrayal you have committed.

‘Please, please-‘

Caleb fucks you like never before. He enters so smoothly before holding onto your thighs and pounding into you mercilessly. You moan his name over and over again. Caleb grunts in approval, the sight of your tits bouncing sending him over the edge.

‘Your pussy is mine,’ he declares.

You nod in a dazed state, ‘It’s yours.’

His thrusts drove deeper, bottoming out so his balls were flush against you. You let out a long whine, hands clutching onto your tits. You didn’t care anymore. You didn’t think of anything else but Caleb fucking you so good. Your fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples, palming and kneading your soft breasts.

‘That’s right baby,’ Caleb sighs at the sight, drinking you in. ‘Play with your tits as I fuck into you.’

His words turned you on so much. The filthy sounds of you fucking and his degrading tone left you feeling an incredible high. You knew you were close.

‘I’m going to come inside of you and you’re going to take it for me. You’re going to be a good girl for once and fucking take it.’

You nod. At this point you were agreeable to anything as long as Caleb continued to fuck you. You chew onto your bottom lip, eyes rolling back at the feeling of his cock continuously hitting that delicious spot.

‘That’s it baby,’ he moans, ‘Fuck you look so good taking my cock like that.’

Your mouth was dry as you stare into him. His foggy gaze was determined and shadowed with an almost animalistic lust. Your hands cup your breasts as you continue to bounce off him.

Fuck, he was going to come. The sight of you was too much. And at the edge of his unraveling, you leaned forward and pressed your mouth onto his. Your tongue lapped at his bottom lip before sinking your teeth into his flesh. Sucking at his lip, you moaned as his silver necklace pressed against your breast.

His kiss was hot and reckless. Losing all sense of control, you feel your own unraveling come before you. Letting out a long whine your pussy clenches around Caleb’s cock as you feel yourself coming over him. It was too much. All too much. The intense pull of your pussy and the taste of your tongue and the smell of you hair was driving Caleb closer and closer to the point of no return.

‘That’s right, come around my cock,’ he shuddered, ‘Show me how good my cock makes your pussy feel.’

His handprints were branding marks on your skin as Caleb delivers his final crushing thrusts into your pussy, claiming all that you could give to him. A wave of pleasure crashed into him as Caleb’s pace faltered. ‘Fuck!’

Hot white ropes of Caleb’s come seeps into you as he continues to fuck into your pussy. You moan his name several times, wrapping your arms around his neck. Caleb brings his arms around you, holding you above him as you grind onto his cock milking his come out of him.

‘Don’t stop fucking moving,’ he commanded, panting into your ear as you grind against him.

You moan loudly as you lazily roll your hips against him, chasing your high as your legs wrapped around his waist with Caleb sat on his knees under you. Your clit, swollen and tortured, rubs against his groin as you feel his come fill you up entirely.

Your hands run through his hair, sweaty and ruffled as you stare into his half-lidded gaze. His eyes flickered to your tongue as it sweeps over your swollen bottom lip. Caleb leans in to kiss you. This time it was more gentle, more soft. Almost tender.

You both take a moment to catch your breaths. Limbs still tangled and entwined, you remain still together in the bed. His cock was still warm inside of you. You didn’t care to move.

You sniffle at the sight of him. ‘How long are you here for?’ you whisper.

In the darkest of hour in the night, despite your loud rendezvous moments ago, your question was quiet and filled with fear and anxiety. Caleb is back. And you don’t think you could ever see him leave again.

Caleb offers you a small smile, arms wrapping around your waist again as you push back his hair from his sweaty forehead. ‘I’ll be here for as long as you need me to be, Pipsqueak,’ he teased. You grunt and slap his chest to which he burst into laughter. The tension in your shoulders lifting at the sound.

Caleb grins and a mischievous glint flashes in his eyes as he brings his hand to cup the back of your neck. Pulling you down, his forehead presses against yours.

‘I came back for you, Pipsqueak.’

Your breath hitches as you can feel Caleb’s cock growing hard again inside of you. His other hand resting on the side of your thigh, his thumb massaging soft circles into your hot skin. The fire in your chest reignites at the carnal desire growing back in his violet eyes.

‘I won’t be leaving anytime soon.’

[mantequillamcwhoremick]

SCREAMING WHATTTT?????????? I LOVE YOU HOLY SHIT I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH

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That new chapter of Chaos Plan hit HARD/pos

Everyone who hasn't read this fic (what are you doing??) Go read it.

@mantequillamcwhoremick

[cowardlybean]

HEY GUYS. You know what you should do. You should read “But Who Will Scare The Crows Away?” by @bandtrees and @sammisafetypin

(Image without Mogami, original version, and my reaction to a specific dialogue I KNOW ITS ABOUT THE ACCIDENT I SWEAR I SWE)

where do I BEGIN. Y’all yanked me around with suspense everywhere and by GOD was I jumping at literally ANYTHING I could possibly imagine connecting (immediately with that segment with Reigen and Mob in chapter 2 I thought Mogami’s corpse would be in the attic. For some reason. Also I was fully expecting any of the Awakening Lab kids to meet a Horrible Horrible fate COUGH And Who Is Killing Me? COUGH or even Teru COUGH The Water Ran Clean COUGH) and because of that recommendation I was just WAITING for what would happen to Reigen

good lord shit sure did happen!!!!!!! Absolutely IMMACULATE horror it’s going in the favorites list BRAVO BRAVO I will never EVER be the same after this (/pos)

anyway now that you’ve made it this far, here’s what I hid! - Chilchuck and Marcille chalk art: a reference to Built On Sin

Cat and Frog playground toys: the white cat from mogamiland and the frog that Ritsu accidentally kills early on in the fic

Crow: yknow. Mogami

and that’s. Kinda it!!! Go wild

[badboydevotee]

Celebrating Mayhem

“Huh? Whose birthday? Mine? Gyahaha! Totally forgot about it! Grazie!” -Taiga's birthday voiceline.

The streets of the city pulsed with an electric energy that mirrored the chaos within Taiga Hoshibami’s mind. It was his birthday, and he had completely forgotten. His world had always revolved around the next thrill, the next gamble, and today was just another day ripe for impulsive decisions. 

You glanced at Taiga, who lounged against a lamppost, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows. He’s suited up for this mission—exudes an air of authority in his dorm uniform, which resembles that of a mafia don. His sharply tailored dark suit hugs his lean frame, complemented by a crisp black polo shirt with a slightly rebellious collar. Black sunglasses add a layer of mystery, allowing him to survey his surroundings with confidence. A vibrant silk scarf drapes around his neck, contrasting with the monochrome suit and enhancing his audacious style. 

His long overcoat sways dramatically with each stride, completing an ensemble that commands attention and turns heads. With a blend of charisma and danger, Taiga transforms the mundane into the extraordinary, leaving a lasting impression on everyone he encounters. His crimson hair flared out like a wild flame, with streaks of blonde peeking through, much like the unpredictable nature of his personality. 

“Are you ready for this?” you asked, a hint of excitement and fear lacing your voice. Today’s mission was meant to be straightforward, but with Taiga, nothing was ever simple.

“Ready? Hah! Born ready, as always!” His sharp, shark-like teeth gleamed as he smirked, those bright yellow eyes glinting with a dangerous mix of mischief and something deeper—perhaps the thrill of the hunt.

As you both made your way toward the location of the mission, an underground casino rumored to host anomalies, the weight of his volatile energy pressed down on you. You had learned to navigate his impulsive nature, yet a part of you always wondered what lay beneath that reckless facade. 

The casino was a labyrinth of neon lights and shadowy corners, a playground for gamblers and thrill-seekers alike. As you entered, the cacophony of laughter, clinking chips, and hushed whispers enveloped you. Taiga’s eyes sparkled with delight, a child in a candy store, but you knew the stakes were far higher than mere entertainment.

“Let’s make some chaos!” he declared, his voice cutting through the noise. Before you could respond, he was off, weaving through the throngs of people like a ghost, leaving a trail of startled gazes in his wake.

You followed, your heart racing. Taiga’s gambling prowess was legendary, but so was his ability to attract trouble. As you rounded a corner, you found him at a table, his expression a mix of concentration and thrill. The dealer, a slick-looking man with a smile, eyed Taiga warily.

“Do you even know what game you’re playing?” you asked, trying to keep your tone light, though the stakes felt dangerously high.

“Of course! It’s a game of chance—my favorite!” Taiga’s laughter rang out, bold and unrestrained. He tossed a handful of chips onto the table, his reckless abandon infectious.

As the cards flipped and the bets piled up, a tension filled the air. You couldn’t help but admire his ability to charm the room, yet your instincts screamed that trouble was looming. 

Just as you anticipated, the atmosphere shifted. The lights flickered, and a low growl echoed from somewhere deep within the casino. You exchanged a glance with Taiga, his grin widening as he sensed the impending chaos.

“Time for some fun!” he roared, leaping from the table. The casino erupted into a frenzy, patrons screaming and scattering as an anomaly emerged—a hulking creature formed of shadows and sharp teeth.

Without missing a beat, Taiga reached for his weapon, a dark grin stretching across his face. “Let’s dance!” He charged headfirst into the fray, a whirlwind of violence and chaos. 

You followed, heart pounding, caught between admiration and fear for the man who was both reckless and brilliant. As he fought, you noticed how he moved, an instinctual understanding of the creature’s patterns, like he was playing a game of chess while everyone else was merely reacting.

“Taiga, watch out!” you yelled, but he was already a step ahead, dodging the attack.

After a harrowing battle that left the casino in ruins, you and Taiga stood amidst the wreckage, breathing heavily. The anomaly lay defeated, a swirling mass of shadows dissipating into nothingness. 

Taiga turned to you, his expression suddenly shifting from exhilaration to something softer. “Hey… I didn’t forget your birthday, did I? I mean, it’s mine too, after all!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh, a sound that felt foreign in the wake of chaos. “That’s one way to celebrate. You could’ve given me a heads-up before diving headfirst into a fight.”

“Pfft! Where’s the fun in that?” His grin was infectious, but you could see a flicker of something else in his eyes—a vulnerability that rarely surfaced. 

“Happy birthday, Taiga. You’re… something else,” you said, your heart swelling with affection and exasperation.

“Thanks, I guess! Gyahaha! Here’s to more chaotic birthdays!” He raised a makeshift toast with a fallen chip, the moment encapsulating the paradox that was Taiga: a whirlwind of destruction and charm, reckless yet oddly endearing. 

As you stood amidst the remnants of the casino, you realized that every moment with Taiga, however reckless, was a piece of an unpredictable puzzle you were both piecing together—one that danced dangerously between life and death, chaos and companionship. 

With the remnants of the casino behind you, you and Taiga stepped into the neon night, laughter echoing through the streets. His birthday might have started with forgetfulness, but it ended with an unforgettable thrill, a testament to the wild adventure that was your life together. 

“Next mission?” Taiga asked, eyes glinting with mischief.

“Let’s just survive this one first,” you replied, your heart racing with the promise of whatever chaos awaits you next.

“Survival is just a prelude to the fun, right?” he chuckled, already plotting the next gamble. And with that, you plunged into the darkness, side by side, ready for the next chapter of your unpredictable saga.

Ao3 vers.

[raddagher]

*Slams hand on table.*

MA'AM SIR PERSON THING, YOU'RE A WARRIOR CAT'S FAN?!

/pos

oh yeah dude

in third grade i was Hawkfire and my playground clan was PitClan because our camp was right by The Pit

I used to write warrior cats fanfic at my elementary school's writing club

My gay Playground Warrior Cats boyfriend from 4th grade works for Circ du Soliel now

[xiation]

[tempural]

hey, so I've been scrolling through your many websites and comics for quite a bit and I looove your work!!! but Just Girly Things brought me a question... why is it so that lesbians gravitate towards yaoi so often? I myself am one of those yaoi lesbians and it's fine of course, but it's got me quite confused because yuri is *right there* and yet it often falls completely flat for me while yaoi (and certain flavors of het) will tend to do the opposite. I have some vague speculations as to why that is, at least in regards to myself, but would love to hear your thoughts on it.

Oooh I actually have a comic/caption on my Just Gorly Things site that addresses the lesbian fujoshi thing!

Comic #23: Yucky!

Boys have COOTIES. Gorls ACTUALLY like stinky crappy hunched over old men, with depression, and terminal illness! There's quite a history of lesbians, fujoshi or otherwise, finding 'unattainable' men attractive alongside their usual gal pals. Whether that's older authority figures, far away celebrities, or cartoon characters, these guys often aren't considered real attainable partners by the mind because they will never be interacted with. Thus they're fair game for thirst! They're basically just Barbie dolls for the brain to play with. If you find this conundrum of attraction and sexuality confusing, take it up with the quandary of nerves we call the human mind. Or take it up with the growing number of fangirls online openly thirsting after (fictional) ojii-chans!

Also wrote this on fujofans..

There are various reasons why a woman might enjoy fictional male romance. They might be cishet women who are attracted to men. They might be lesbians who relate to gay themes. They might actually be transmasculine and relate to the depiction of men in BL. They might just like romance regardless of gender and sexuality. They may live in a joker Society in which women are objectified as impregnation machines and homemakers, and as such may want escapism from womanhood. That's all fine to me. All that matters is how one treats real people.

More yapping under the cut, this is another subject I have tism thoughts about:

For me personally, yaoi was a fun fake cartoon playground where I didn't have to think about the Societal things in a story about being a woman. But you can still make them experience some of those Societal things to process them in your mind in a controlled environment. See: old yaoi tropes like "sold into sex slavery", "oh no because i am small and feminine everyone wants to put their penus in my butt", and the abundance of long-haired crossdressing bishonen. You can treat yaoi boys as girls without them actually having to fill the expectations of girls. They're cute little dolls that you can dress up and do whatever to, they don't actually have silly things like gender and sexuality.

Hell, some of them may as well be girls :P That connects the modern memes of "babygirl-fying my old man". Maybe girls ARE attractive! Doesn't matter if that girl is considered a 69 year old dude by the rest of the world.

As for "why not just go to yuri?", there's a couple things that might make that harder for certain people.

Female characters are rarer than male characters in popular media, because popular media tends to be made by dudes who make dude characters. It's hard to make yuri when there's just one female character, and her character is just "the girl". (this is why I personally enjoy using my yuri beam to turn every character in a woman lmao)

(Do note that in female-centric shows where girls outnumber boys and are given basic personalities (Supergirl, Steven Universe, MLP, She-Ra), the yuri ratio is astounding. I do believe that fandom CRAVES the yuri, though the stats of some fic sites might place the overall popularity under m/m and f/m.)

Within fandom expectations, I have felt and seen other people of gay experience say that they're scared of the yuri fandom LMAO. I feel like you get get away with more dark tropes in popular yaoi, but if you depict bad things happening in a fake story to female characters, the fandom will go after your ass.

There's a very loud minority of like.. kink-critical yuri-heads that say that anything other than platonic handholding is reflecting patriarchy and the male gaze or whatever. Of course there's normal fans who just like looking at boobs too. But as with any subculture, the loud rude fans often get their way.

On the other hand, some people might feel a little bad about treating girl characters poorly cuz it hits too close to home🥺 Personally, I do prefer to write some more horrific things happening between boy characters, and almost never between a boy and girl. Girl-girl horrible stuff is more dependent on my mood...

If you live in a restrictive culture, and you're a girl lesbian reading about girl lesbians -- well that's just too obvious that you're gay. It's a little easier to stealth as a lesbian fujoshi cuz 'well girls just like weird yaoi regardless of their irl sexuality'. Your mom might not care if you're reading Black Butler cuz that's just anime boy stuff, but if you bring home Titty Succin' Strawberry Panic you're gonna ring some alarms because YOU could be the titty sucker.

Female Expectations strikes again - character design edition. In popular media and fanart, I often see a larger variety of body types in guys - from giant orcs to tiny twinks to fat dudes. Whereas for women, there's always that slight stabbing feeling that women are supposed to look and behave a certain way. Whether it's fitting into the cool flannel and carabiner stereotype, or the super femme princess school girl thing that's popular in coming-of-age lesbian stuff, it can be alienating compared to how boys get to be horrible goblins and ratty creatures. Compare to video game sexual dimorphism - sure I can play a girl and make yuri, but I HAVE to be a sexy booby butt lady? I already have trouble finding old man uke in yaoi, now imagine how hard it is to find old WOMAN uke with actual wrinkles and white hair! (thank you to everyone who feeds me with characters that are horrible goblin women and ratty girls and stupid girls and girls who are just girls without any expectations)

Please note that my experience with yaoi and yuri is mainly from the 'perverting pre-existing characters' point of view. I never really got into BL and yuri genre stuff that's explicit and 100% canon and established relationship. Hell even in my own OCs I don't do established relationships :P They'll be totally undeniably gay but also never be able to hold hands 😈.

I'm older now and can have fun with both yaoi and yuri AND even het 🤯 But I can still recognize some of my patterns - like the aforementioned yuri beam, rather than making yuri out of existing characters. I think I am more likely to make yuri ocs than yuri of existing characters even! I just like my own girls more than the girls that other dudes write 😃So I guess that's my own reason. You will probably have your own reason that you can figure out!

[quinnysnursery]

[🌟] little!nick sturniolo headcannons

paring : little!nick x cg!gn!reader

divider credit : @grlselle

a/n : requested by the lovely @nicksbestie !! i've been a huge fan of their stuff for awhile & i’m just so happy we're mutals now! 💝 (lower case intended !)

🌟 tbh i think his age range would be on the toddler/kiddo side of the spectrum! so around 4-7?

🗞️ definitely started regressing to deal with his oldest triplet complex™️

🎥 LOVES being babied

🌟 the absolute shyest smiles and giggles :( /pos

🗞️ BAGGY !! SWEATERS/HOODIES !!

🎥 specifically his cg’s

🌟 just loves feeling small due to his height

🗞️ not super keen on paci’s but,

🎥 TRUST he has a blankie

🌟 gods forbid his blankie gets lost because it WILL cause a full-blown search party

🗞️ absolutely loves going to the playground

🎥 “dada/baba/mama! swings?” “of course!”

🌟 loves barbies

🗞️ dare i say little!nick & little!tara playdate

🎥 creates the most drama-filled barbie storyline EVER

🌟 glow in the dark stars c:

🗞️ juice filled sippy cups !!

🎥 not necessary fussy…

🌟 but definitely has his moments

🗞️ “sweet boy, i need these toys cleaned up before we can go to the park” *que the longest whine known to mankind*

🎥 potty mouth 😔✊

🌟 “i didn’t mean too say that!”

🗞️ of course, you’d never punish him in any scary or mean way,

🎥 but he’s definitely had his fair share of time-outs

🌟 absolutely ADORES being the little spoon

🗞️ “dada/baba/mama! cuddles, pleaseeee?”

🎥 doesn’t usually nap, but the combination of cuddles, his blankie, and a movie playing?

🌟 yeah he’s OUT like a light

🗞️ loves lullabies, whether you play some on your phone or hum some to him, he LOVES the soft tone

🎥 little!nick my shining star 💛

[autisticwebby]

Sorry y’all been have devastating(/pos) realizations about being a butch age regressor. How I’ve always been butch. About how could regressing as a butch be wrong if I protect girls on the playground since five. How Girl Scouts taught me how to start a fire. How I used tremble standing up for other kids.

Why would age regression ever stop that from being me?

How would being butch ever stop me from needing to feel that safety I craved as a kid?

Butch is me, it always has been and when I hold lil me close she’ll still be butch forever.

[thunder-opossum]

Hiiii!!!! I hope you’re doing alright! <3

Anyways Harperfrost made me put you in a blender sorry

AHAHSHSHSHSJJSSJS OMFG HARPER NO/nm

RRRR I actually had to shut off my console (I was playing rain world) and stop to gawk at this thing omg I'm baffled/pos

Tysm for this, this is the fate of crawling into small spaces only to get stuck... Then blended apparently!

I think last time I found myself in a sticky situation of foolishly crawling around in tight spaces was that time I went inside that tire tractor a few years ago, it really hurt to get out, it also hurt to be rolled around by the other school children! Ahh middle school, this is what happens when you don't give children a playground! THEY ROLL EACH OTHER AROUND IN A TRACTOR TIRE!

[hawkins-batman]

Here for the Daybreak fake scenario 🙋‍♂️

This made me cackle out loud 😂 But okay. I shall elaborate. Just don't blame me if this looks better in my head than it sounds on paper. For those of you who don't have maladaptive daydreams, it's hard to describe how vivid they get.

Context

A previous Asker asked me what songs I associate with Byler. I mentioned that I've had a maladaptive daydreaming issue since I was young, so my answers probably weren't going to be everyone else's since I associate things differently.

One of the songs I put on there was "Daybreak" (link!) from the Nosferatu soundtrack by Robin Carolan because I have a very specific scene that I imagine when that song comes on. (Great movie if you're a vampire horror nerd like me!)

Let's see if I can actually convey this properly lol

Scene

Okay, so basically I imagine this taking place in Season 5.

Henry/Vecna has used Will's connection to the Mind Flayer to attempt to possess him to use against his friends, Mike, or both — it goes differently sometimes but the other details are the same.

Will fights back but Henry's mind is stronger and he's had much longer to hone his powers. He's overwhelming Will. Mike tries to help but can't get through. Eleven, standing nearby, offers to bridge their minds with her powers to give Mike a chance.

Mike takes Will by the shoulders. Eleven closes her eyes and begins to use her powers.

[Somewhere in ↑ there the song starts.]

In Will's mind, Mike find himself on the field outside of Hawkin's Middle School. It is the same field the Mind Flayer got Will in Season 2. He looks around to get his bearings; but it doesn't take him long to spot a twister of dark matter — the Mind Flayer — twisting around the center of the field.

And he knows Will is in there, so he goes running to his friend.

[Around 2:28 in the song ↓]

Mike breaches the Mind Flayer's whirlwind of particles. As he pushes towards the center, he hears Will's voice. Sometimes younger, sometimes older. They're his memories. Bad ones.

Lonnie and Joyce yelling. Will yelling for his mom and Mike in the Upside Down in S1. Bullies from school calling Will names. Will's voice from Season 4: "When you're different, sometimes... you feel like a mistake." Mike's voice from Season 3: "It's not my fault you don't like girls!" Will's tortured sobs of "Stupid! So stupid!" from Season 3 as he demolishes Castle Byers. Mike's voice to El from Season 4: "I think my life started that day we found you in the woods."

Near the center, Mike finally sees Will. But not as his older self. He's a child again. Who he was in Season 2. Without realizing it, Mike has aged down too in this mental version of himself. He pushes further, stretching, reaching for his friend.

He grabs Will's wrist.

[Around 3:57 in the song ↓]

Will's eyes snap open. Mike and Will's gazes meet.

New memories replace the bad ones. Better ones.

Mike and Will meeting for the first time on a playground at school. Will's fireball from the end of Season 1, winning the campaign. The "crazy together" scene in Season 2. Mike grabbing Will's hand to calm him in Season 2. Will remembering his "friend" Mike in the hospital in Season 2. Mike's voice from Season 4: "It's Hawkins. It's not the same without you." Mike's voice from Season 4: "I think it'll be easier if we're a team."

As the voices echo in the mindspace, the Mind Flayer's storm is slowly beginning to unravel, flaking away, until the child-like Mike and Will are alone on the dark, stormy field.

Mike still hold's Will's wrist. He's standing but Will is seated having collapsed to the ground.

Their gazes are still connected.

[Around 5:05 - 5:25ish in the song ↓]

They stare at each other. Into each other. Neither of them speak. Neither of them needs to.

Mike looks down at the younger Will. Will looks up at the younger Mike.

In the distance, behind Mike's head, spots appear in the dark clouds overhead.

The camera flips. Now Mike and Will are back to their true ages but are in the same positions: Mike above Will holding his wrist. They're still watching each other.

More prinpricks appear in the clouds above Mike.

[Around 5:33 to the end in the song ↓]

The camera pans out.

We can see them both now, watching each other, as sunlight pours through the gaps in the clouds, bathing the field in sunlight again.

The gaps grow and grow until the Mind Flayer's storm is obliterated completely, leaving both boys on the field, bathed in Daybreak.

((There ya go :3))

[02511213942]

How are the ideas for your merchandising going?

hehahha... it will be my january project!!! you'll be happy to know mari dayurno gave me some great ideas recently but i've been using fandom more for brute escapism and less as a creative playground lately due to the curses. but everything comes to an end! slash pos

[phightingheadcanons]

https://www.tumblr.com/phightingheadcanons/771689683666288640/skate-headcanons-hes-a-bit-of-an-adventurous

Skate headcanons!! (part 2/?) i love this lil guy

•Skate will get very offended if you mention or make fun of the way he talks.

•Everyone who knows Skate is used to his unique speech patterns.

•Vinestaff finds him… fascinating to say the least.

•He’s actually really good friends with Vine (though sometimes Vine gets tired of his antics).

•Whenever Vine gets too annoyed with Shuri and Sling, she goes to Skate for a bit to chat.

•She’s very fond of playing pranks.

•Skateboard will never play another prank on Coil again.

•Skate might be chill overall, but he’s still got a bit of that “playgrounder” in him.

•He typically avoids fights, but if someone starts it, she’s going to finish it.

•She has a lot of freckles. Sling and Vine have tried to count how many, but they always lose track.

•He hates snakes (it’s a long story)

•She’s actually a good artist but doesn’t draw that much.

•He has a sketchbook full of rough sketches and doodles. He also makes graffiti.

•Some of her graffiti is just straight-up government slander.

•She’s very vocal about her dislike for the government and makes wild conspiracy theories about them.

•Did I mention he doesn’t like the government?

•He has a bunch of hangout spots. Some are private because he enjoys spending time there alone.

•He's banned from the library (permanently)

•He’s not the famous playgrounder he claims to be.

•He’s a loser masquerading as a cool guy, but secretly he’s just a big dork /pos

•Sometimes he gets scared that people will see through his façade.

•She’s more sensitive than she lets on.

•He cares a lot about what people think of him but will never show it.

(skateshot warning)

When they first started dating, Skate desperately tried to keep up the “cool” facade.

Skate was actually the first to confess. The confession was super awkward at first, but Sling helped him through it.

Say anything mean to Sling even once, and Skate will find you.

One time, Skate got horribly drunk and got into a massive bar fight. He ended up breaking a long list of things (glasses, chairs, tables, the bartender’s nose, etc.). Sling had to escort him back to his apartment because she knew he couldn’t be trusted alone in that state. He let him crash on his couch for the night. What a good friend :)

They’re so casual with each other that no one can tell if they’re dating.

Skateboard’s gang hates Sling and is vehemently against them being together.

ok thats all im tiredddd

ok thats all im tired

dude what happened the one time skate tried to play a prank on coil